The Magical House of Dumbledore (A Marauders Love Story)

Chapter Eight.

I have found out, my partners have done jack-shit on the assignment, so I had to do like everything! So, I'm covered in paint and glue, but since I love you, I'm uploading :3

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As much as as I like interrogating Sirius about random things, when the Veritasm wore off, he started yelling at me for this prank. And then he started laughing his ass off. Then I told him that Ebony did it to get her cat back, and then he laughed more because he was used. He is such a strange child.

"There's a few questions you didn't ask," he said with a smirk.

"Oh yes. What is your opinion on llama's?"I asked him.

"They're really awesome... but that's not what I meant!" he said.

"Oh, what did you mean, then?" I asked him.

"About what I think about you," he said. My back felt something cold, and I didn't realize I was stepping away from him until then.

"I already knew that," I said with a roll of my eyes. "I mean, the Dark Side gesture, going to people you don't like, that know me pretty well, I guessed."

Seriously, I don't know, because I never really thought about it before now. But he's not to know that I don't. Although, I must be a pretty good friend.

'Not a friend, you daft idiot.' The voice inside my head spoke to me.

Excuse me?

'You think he thinks of you as just a good friend?'

I didn't answer to that one there because Sirius was talking. "I guess, but you don't seem very faulted by it?"

"No, not really," I said with a small smile. Then the bell rang. He was standing awfully close then too.

Maybe I shouldn't speak to my head when he's like . . . there.

'As oblivious as you may be, even you can't be that much.'

"Oh God! Shut up!" I growled out loud.

Sirius gave me a strange look.

"Uh..." I muttered. "There was this really highpitched sound that was hurting my ears."

Worst lie ever, but there was nothing on his face that said he didn't believe me.

"I'll see you later then," he said with a tiny smile, before walking away.

Did I screw up?

'No shit.'

You're mean. I'm calling you Deb.

'Skank.'

And on occasion, Eve. (Editors note: the last two lines were put in by Deb. Eve, you whore)

I walked up to Dumbledore's office, and put my bag on the floor. "These past two lessons were interesting," I said.

"We have become the Dark school," he said with a huge smile.

"Gosh, I'm going to be the worst Headmaster ever, unless I die before you do, or you resign," I said.

"You will be a great Headmaster, you just haven't gotten out of school yet," he said. "You haven't lived your life yet either."

I smiled. "So right now, Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

He nodded, and then he told me to hex him.

I started to hex him which was, sadly enough, amusing. One after every hex I knew.

"Okay, that's all," I said.

"Well done, you even did it non-verbally," he said, sounding slightly out of breath.

"I did?" I asked, thinking. "Really?"

"You didn't realize?"

"Nope," I said as I frowned.

"That's extrodinary, did you know?" he asked. "The worlds greatest wizards can do that."

"Really? Is that so?" I asked.

"Yep, it's quite an achievement."