I didn't make it very far out of the Hog's Head. I hadn't exactly planned where I was going.

So I sat there. And sat there. And sat there. And then it started to snow. (AN: No clue when the Battle of Hogwarts was, so for all I know three months after it could have been the middle of summer, but it's going to be winter, alright?)

So while I sat there, in the gradually building up snow, I thought some more about baby names. No lie. That's actually what I thought about.

So then, while I was sitting there, thinking about baby names and how wonderful it would be to have a baby girl, when who should come along but Minerva McGonagall.

"Katie Bell?" she asked incredulously. "Whatever are you doing here?"

I looked up at her. "Oh, if you think this looks bad, you should have seen me last night."

She raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything. Probably using that strange teacher sixth sense to know something was wrong she said to me, "You know, after all was said and done, Madame Hooch decided to settle for the slower lane of life. There's a position open for flying master at Hogwarts."

I smiled appreciatively at her. "That's a very kind offer Professor," I said sincerely. "But I'm afraid it's impossible."

"Why, dear?"

I stood and gestured to my now slightly obvious stomach.

"Oh," she said, taken aback. "Mr. Weasley?" she asked, her eyes sympathetic. I nodded.

"Ah, well that changes things," she said. "What are you going to do?" she asked me.

"I don't know yet, professor," I said honestly. "All I can think about right now is how much I want to get away from here."

She thought for a moment. "What about you running a sort of errand for me?" she asked slowly.

"What kind of 'errand'?" I asked, tentatively.

"Well, I have to find a new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher before next year. You could find one for me."

"How would I do that?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, it would be simple. I could give you some money, some directions, and all you'd have to do would be to go around and meet with people. Find me the top five of your recommendation, and bring them back to me." She smiled at me.

I got the feeling she was leaving something out. "How long would this take me?" I asked her suspiciously.

"Oh," she said biting her lip. "Well, there would be a couple of…hundred people…in five different countries…I'm sure you could accomplish it…"

I widened my eyes. "Professor!" I cried, laughing. "You aren't trying to help me at all! You just need someone to do this!"

McGonagall looked affronted. "This would be beneficial to both of us, my dear. You could get away from here for a while, free of charge, and I would have someone I trust doing the job for me."

When she put it like that, I didn't even have to think twice before I said, "Deal."