I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Romione, Hinny and Bill/Fleur wouldn't be even hinted at.
Albus Dumbledore was not having a good day. To start with, the Weasley twins had charmed all of the socks in Hogwarts to put on a circus act that would put the Ringley Brothers to shame. While it was amusing to watch poor Hagrid's socks shoot themselves out of magically transfigured canons (really, those two boys are quite remarkable wizards), he was not happy to find that his favorite silk socks (the ones that were a delightful shade of neon pink with bright orange polka dots), had committed sock suicide by jumping into a Slytherin 1st year's morning pumpkin juice from the top of their house banner.
It went downhill from breakfast. Being Supreme Mugwump looks fine and dandy on paper, but the amount of all the paperwork that required his attention would have made him refuse the position had he known about it from the beginning (perhaps this is why they didn't tell him about it).After that there was the owl revolt after Mrs. Norris got into the owlry (again), the small spider infestation that somehow made it's way into the herbology section of the library, Peeves scaring all of the paintings near the Hufflepuff commons into believing there was a demon after them (subsequently frightening the Hufflepuffs as well), the incident in the dungeons that was surprisingly not started by the Weasley twins (for once) involving a baby whomping willow, half of Hagrid's chickens, 20 lbs. worth of glitter and a rubber duck (don't ask), and now this. Albus sighed.
"Severus, my boy, are you telling me you are leaving Hogwarts indefinitely to search for a woman, whom may not even exist, because your best friend, who has been dead for almost 15 years, sent you a letter telling you to do so?"
"Yes." Severus said coolly.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN WOULD POSSESS YOU TO DO SUCH AN INSANE THING!?"
He didn't mean to snap. He was stressed and overworked, especially at his age. Severus, however, didn't know as such. He again regarded to the headmaster coolly, but there was an obvious fire in his eyes, now.
"If you do not wish for me to believe my best friend, whom, even after I destroyed our relationship so throughingly it's a miracle she even considered doing this for me, then I'll have to make my leave of absence a bit more… permanent, headmaster."
Albus sighed once more. "My boy, please forgive me. Of course I would like for you to go and search for your soul mate. No one in this school deserves that more than you. But what of your classes, Severus? There are a very small number of potions masters in Britain, you know."
"Do not worry about my classes, Headmaster. I have left a sufficient amount of work for each of them to complete that should keep them busy until their finals. If that is all, I would like to be going, now."
Albus just frowned. "Well… I don't see why you shouldn't-"
The slamming of his office door cut him off. Albus sighed again and caught a picture on his desk in his sights. It was of a smiling baby boy with messy black hair and emerald green eyes. He had a wide smile on his face and a stuffed wolf in his arms.
"Oh, Harry, my grandson, how I wish you were here to put a smile on this old man's face." Albus closed his eyes as a single tear rolled down his face. Yes, Albus Dumbledore was not having a good day at all.
So i've noticed I have a thing for sighing. I just don't have a better word or action for my characters to do. Any suggestions? For those of you that son't know, if you get silk wet, it completely ruins it, hence, why Albus was upset with his socks.