Hi all! Thanks to my four reviewers so far, but please, once again, some helpful advice would be good. So, here is chapter 4!

Harry knocked on the Headmistress's Door. "Come in," McGonagall called.

"Well, Professor, I have two questions—"

Harry abruptly stopped. Surrounding Professor McGonagall were empty bottles of firewhisky, butterbeer, and colawine. *Authors Note* I made that one up, lol. Harry gulped. He did not have a good feeling about this. And he was right.

Professor McGonagall lurched to him like a drunk person, which, of course, she was. Her books toppled over, but she did not seem to care. "Harry, m'boy!" She shrieked. "Oh am I so glad to see you!"

"P-Professor…"

"Say it, m'boy," she said, grinning up at him toothily.

Toothily? Something was not right here. He decided to talk to her anyways. "When did you start drinking?"

"Drinking? Oh, just now! I find it is a very fun thing to do!"

Harry did not say any more on the topic. "Er, well, Malfoy's in detention with me now, so I'm not really sure on what to do…?"

McGonagall hiccupped. "Well that's for YOU to decide of course!" She said, flailing her arms around, hitting one of the portraits on the nose, who looked extremely put out. "That awful boy, do you think I should expel him?"

"No, Professor. Just detention. And also…"

"Out with it, Potter." McGonagall snapped.

Harry blinked, surprised by this sudden mood change back to her normal self. He resolved to go to Madame Pomfrey later to ask. "Professor, can I stay on the Quidditch team still, or should I find a new captain?"

McGonagall sat back, thinking. After a while, she said, "Yes you may stay on the team if you wish. There are no classes then. However, you must not neglect your duties as a teacher."

Harry felt weak at his knobbly knees, and turned around, only to have another startling question nag at him. He turned back, and opened his mouth.

"Now what is it, Potter?" McGonagall sighed, her spectacles flashing.

"When will my classes begin?"

She smiled, which was rare for her. "Tomorrow."

Harry blanched, and said "But Professor, I haven't completed the curriculum yet for 7th years…"

Professor McGonagall sighed. "Potter, don't you realize you've face Voldemort about 10 times and survived? What teacher could be better than you?"

With this glowing compliment, she kicked him out of her office—dignified, of course. And Harry sped in the direction of the Hospital Wing.

Finally, a long-ish chapter…so, please review! Next will be Harry's first day teaching, of course .