Rewrite the Stars ¦ Marauders Era

Getting orders from a Portrait

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the wizarding world they belong to J of the K of the Rowling

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Harry, Ron and Hermione were all sitting impatiently on an ancient and ornate couch in Professor McGonagall's office. The new headmistress. 

The war against Voldemort was finally over but not without taking many brave and innocent lives with it. 

That was the biggest reason as to why the Headmisstress had asked for their presence. 

The two eighteen-year-old boys and the recently turned nineteen-year-old girl still had memories of the war, that had finished a couple of months ago, painted fresh in their young, tainted minds. 

So many losses, too many to count. 

"Why have you requested we come here Prefessor?" asked Hermione, breaking the silence. 

"I'm not the one you should be talking to Ms. Granger," she said. Then she turned her head towards a painting hanging on the wall. 

Their old Headmaster could be seen sleeping on a chair that seemed quite uncomfortable. His light snores harmonising with the rest of the previous Headmasters and Mistresses of Hogwarts.

"Professor Dumbledore," said Minerva, trying to wake him.  

The 3 teenagers looked at the man expectantly, but the old man still kept sleeping. 

"Professor Dumbledore!" repeated the Headmistress. Still nothing. 

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!" she yelled. 

The old headmaster woke up with a start. Looking disorented for a second his eyes landed on the teenagers and the glint in his pupils he had back when he was alive made an appearance. 

"Ahh Mr Potter, Mr Weasly, Miss Granger. How lovely to see you. Congratulations on winning the war. Unfortunately you'll have to relive it again." 

Defeaning silence. 

"Wait, what did you say?" said Ron. 

"You heard me Mr. Weasley. You'll have to go through the war and win it again," 

"Typical Dumbledore, manipulating us even beyond the grave," said a voice coming from the entrance. 

The Golden Trio turned around only to see Draco Malfoy entering McGonagall's office. 

"What are you doing here?" said Ron and Harry at the same time. 

"Professor McGonagall's told me to come here. Personally, I hoped that I would never step foot in the halls again. From what I've heard Professor Dumbledore wants to send us back in time. I'm just going to say, that I do not want any part of this. I have already gone through a war and I'm not doing it again. If my father hears what you have in mind he'll-" said the blonde boy. 

"Your father is in Azkaban Draco. Now shut your mouth and sit down," yelled Hermione 

"Mr. Malfoy why don't you take a seat and listen to what I have to say?" said Dumbledore more kindly then Hermione. 

Draco did as he was told, not looking at his old Headmaster in the eye. He never admitted it but the death of his former headmaster tormented him daily. He felt guilty. 

"As you are all aware we have suffered many losses during and leading to the war," 

The 4 teenagers' face turned grim as they nodded solemnly.