The Magical House of Dumbledore (A Marauders Love Story)

Chapter Twenty.

CLAP FOR DEBS! *cheers* Okay, it's me, Eve, and cheer for her writing all those past chapters.

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So those three days were pure torture, and Dumbledore finally came back, and the whole staff was in the room as I was banging my head on the table, they were watching me like I was strange.

"Whyyy?!" I asked him in a groan when I saw him. "Why would you do this to me! I was too tempted to make this a school where everybody ate skittles and baked cookies!"

The teachers started to speak.

"Although the potions class have been doing much better," Dumbledore said, looking over a sheet of parchment. "And the ... all the classes."

Now they were all quiet.

"Would you take a step out of my seat, please, Harley?" he asked.

"No. I've worked my rear end off to get yelled at. I think I deserve a comfy chair," I said in a sniffy tone.

He smiled, and didn't object. "My dears," he started off, "what is the problem with Harley?"

"She told me to tell the class the basic properties of the spell," McGonagall said.

"How many of your students have managed to do this quicker?" he asked.

"Most of them," she muttered.

I tried not to look too satisfied.

They went on with their helpful problems, they went away, and I went to bed.

I spent my day outside, taking in the glorious Saturday sun. Dumbledore came out, and sat beside me on a chair.

"It's a beautiful day," he said. "Are you going to the Quidditch match?"

"I don't really care about the game," I said in a hushed voice. "I'd be killed if somebody overheard me."

He smiled.

"Professor," I said slowly, "would you mind telling me about my parents?"

He seemed surprised. "I believe the best person you could ask is my brother, or your grand-father."

"Would you take me?" I asked him hopefully.

"Noon, today," he said. "Come to the game, I believe Mr. Potter would be disappointed is you didn't go and cheer for him for his first match of the year."

I smiled, and got up. "Okay," I said. He made the chair disappear, and we went up to pitch, then separated. I went up to the Gryffindor ones, while he went to the teachers. A hand grabbed my waist, and pulled me into a chest. "You're Sirius, right?"

"The last time I checked," his voice said. I turned and grinned at him. "Why? Have there been other guys touching you like this?"

I winked. "Maybe."

He gave me a look that implied that he didn't know what to say.

"You say, 'Oh dear, Harley! You shouldn't be letting any random guys touching you!' and I'll say, 'I haven't been letting any random person!' and you'll be all jealous and then I'll tell you it was all a lie," I told him with a smile.

"Well, darling," he said cutely. "I know you're a dirty liar."

"Is that so? I was only implying it, like I'm implying that I was implying it," I said, as if that was actually intelligent, but we all know it wasn't.

He looked confused.

"What?" Remus asked, from over his shoulder.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I asked him. "Really Remus, and to think I thought you were smart."