The Magical House of Dumbledore (A Marauders Love Story)

Chapter Nineteen.

Powercut... no internetz until it's alive. This is a fail love-story, but her life doesn't revolve around Sirius :| It's also short because I had no idea how to make this longer.

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Of course, being the bloody Headmistress on the first few days of a term is freaking torture when thinking of lesson plans of years I haven't done . . . yet . . . and if he had a list, I can't find it! Rawr! I put my head onto the desk, and just groaned, and then I noticed.

I have class right now.

I haven't even eaten, or had much sleep.

The teachers should know what they're doing, but I'll go around asking them in class, just in case. How the hell does Dumbledore do it?

Years and years of practice, Harley, Eve the voice said. I wonder if Professor Dumbledore has one of these?

As quickly as I could, I ran to Transfiguration, not forgetting to grab my bag. I stood, panting at the door. "Sorry Professor," I said when I caught my breath, because everybody was watching me. "My job is a lime, green, sour and comes with a hefty price."

Her eyes softened on me. Has that ever happeend? "Although, I ask why you attend my class if you have so much work to do?" she asked, the class thought she ws being sour, but she was being sincere.

"Because Dumbledore told me to when he sent Fawkes," I answered. Bloody bastard tells me nothing. Okay, no disrespect.

She nodded. "Sit down."

I did as she said and sat in the last seat next to James, which was at the end of the table.

Professor McGonagall went on with explaining with what we were doing, and for me unintentionally, it was going through one ear, and out the other.

But I managed to catch the basics, and the spell.

I transfigured it into something, called her over, she gave me an O for classwork, I asked her what the sixth and seventh years do for Tranfiguration, she answered me while I just wrote what she said down. I thanked her, and she went away, all the while James, Remus, Peter and Sirius were staring at me like I was crazy.

Haven't they gotten it into their heads that I am?

"What?" I asked, pulling out more of Headmistressing work. Where the hell do people get purple salamanders anyway?

I could come up with my own lesson plans for the school, but that's not going to happen, although, I guess the forgetfulness potion could be a first year thing . . . it's extremely simple, but Slughorn is actually a pretty bad teacher, it just takes a student like Meda, Lily, and Severus to pass. Actual skill and cunning.

Reccomend him to actually write up the instructions for his potions, I will.

I made a note on my hand. Where's a better place of reminding than your hand?

"You're looking busy, didn't do your homework?" Lily asked when she turned around, she had an amused smirk on her face.

"Sure," I muttered.

" 'Tell Prof. Slughorn to write the instructions on chalkboard'," she read off my hand. "Who died and made you Headmistress?"

"One of Dumbledore's friends died, and made me headmistress," I said.

"Sure."

"No, I'm being serious here," I said.

"I got dibs on being Harley then!" Sirius said.

"Evans," James said.

"Alice," Lily said immediately afterwards, then muttered as she turned around, "Insufferable little toe-rag."

"I'll be Remus," Remus notified us dryly.

He is more amusing than he puts on.

"Did you just make a joke, R- Moony?" I asked in the name of Sirius.

He smirked. "You sound surprised Padfoot."

"Change, pillow, change!" Sirius yelled, waving his wand around like a mad-lunatic.

"I'm offended," I said with a straight face. "You're making my craziness . . . less crazy. Underestimate my crazyness, how dare you! Suffer, Sirius, suffer!"

"Good, it's nice to be Lily again," Lily said with a smile. "I can't believe I had to put my personality into the hands of Potter."

I nodded in agreement.

"Come on, I know you love me," James said.'

A look of disgust appeared on her face, and she shuddered. "No, I don't, and never will I."

"Think what yo--"

I waved my wand and silenced him. "Shh, working," I whispered to him, and then started to do headmistress things, while trying to remember the little things he told me. I can't make the school bad, it would be terrible.

WHY!?!?!?!?

"Damn it!" I groaned when I read one of these parchments. "Professor, I need to go see Hagrid."

She nodded, and let me go. I grabbed my things in a rush, and ran down to his hut. I got onto my knee's, and took a breath before knocking on the door.

He opened it, standing tall, wide and beaming down at me. "Miss Davidson," he said. "Wha' yeh doing 'ere?"

"Purple salamanders?" I said in a breath.

He nodded with a large smile. "I'll ge' 'em 'oday."

"Thank you," I said with a large smile. "Bye!"

"Bye," he said, and I went back up the hill. When I got to the top, I realized I need to get fit because I almost died.

I started going to teachers, asking them what they usually do, what they would need for the year, and all that cheese.

I was done with it by the time dinner came around.

I hope he's happy.

That was a slightly evil, yet actually hopeful tone if I said that out loud.

I hope that was the worst of it, because I'm going to die if it isn't.