Death's Chosen Child

Chapter 12: Part twelve

Harry's POV;

Harry followed Headmistress McGonagall into her new office, feeling incredibly amused. Tom brushed his arms against him before taking a seat in the chair in front of the desk. Harry quickly took the other one. Sirius made an indignant sound when there wasn't a chair for him left.

When he saw McGonagall's unimpressed stare, he quickly transfigured a chair and sat down next to the other two men.

''Well, that was quite the morning, don't you all agree?'' McGonagall asked them with a raised eyebrow.

Harry snorted. He couldn't help it. It was quite the scene this morning.

When they entered the Great Hall, McGonagall had just announced that Dumbledore had been fired. She had wanted to inform the students about the dismissal before the morning Prophet came flying through the Hall.

As soon as Harry and Tom, with Sirius by their side, stepped into the Great Hall, the entire student population burst out in clapping and cheering. Thanking them for their work of getting rid of the Pink Toad.

Hermione had flown Harry around the neck and, after a crushing hug, attacked Tom in a tight embrace, making it known to everyone that she knew him already with the fond look they shared.

After that hug, Tom had cleared his throat and turned to the student population before promptly declaring that Hogwarts needed a Headmaster that would be loyal to the students and only wanted what was best for them. When he proposed to Hogwarts that McGonagall should take the mantle, everybody burst into cheers again, and Hogwarts set off fireworks on the enchanted ceiling—agreeing with Slytherin's descendant.

To say McGonagall was shocked was an understatement. Flitwick had poked her until she unfroze from her seat and firmly demanded Harry, Tom, and Sirius go with her to her 'new' office.

Fred and George had started the Hogwarts song while McGonagall marched from the head table towards the three men, blushing all the way while all four houses started singing along in some kind of tribute.

''You could say that, but you are the best for the job, Minnie,'' Sirius stated with a wink.

''Sirius Orion Black, if you call me Minnie again-''

''Dully noted, professor, I mean, Headmistress,'' the teasing tone in Sirius's voice was there for everybody to hear.

McGonagall ducked her head again before leveling Tom and Harry with a hard stare.

''Now, boys, I think you should start explaining what you are planning and why Tom Marvolo Riddle is in my office with Harry James Potter when it's clear they are lovers instead of enemies.'' She asked with a sharp look and a no-nonsense tone.

If Harry wanted to run the moment those words had left McGonagall's mouth, he's the only one to know. He practically choked in his saliva, not knowing what to do or say for a moment.

''Well, I think Harry can better explain the why about that,'' Tom started with a pleasant tone, but Harry could see how tense he was holding himself in the chair. Tom was ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

''How did you know they were lovers that quickly?'' Sirius demanded, not surprised that his old favorite teacher had figured out who Tom really was.

''You can see it in their eyes, mister Black. It's the same way how you would look at mister Lupin when you were younger.''

Sirius blushed and leaned back in his chair to refrain himself from asking more.

''Mister Potter-Peverell, I'm quite curious about this tale. Why don't you start explaining?'' She then looked over her glasses, pinning him with that stern look.