Post by AthenaDumbledore on Aug 13, 2004 16:50:44 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Nothing of this, except for the plot is mine. The wonderful HP universe belongs to the fantastic JK Rowling. I’m just borrowing.
AN: It took me a while, but I really had fun writing this. Thanks to Nerweniel, for all the help you gave me with this one. You really have amazing ideas. To all of you, have fun reading, and please review. Be warned you ADMM’ers, there’s some HHR in here.
Crisis Management
Chapter one: Why crisis management was needed.
It was somewhere in the middle of the night and everybody at Hogwarts was sleeping peacefully in his or her bed. Or not?
Harry Potter was awake, he had just woken up to the cause of a nightmare. Again. It happened at least two times a week, but this time was different. He jumped out of his bed, took his invisibility cloak, and slipped out of the room.
He went in the direction of Dumbledore’s office. He still didn’t like what the Headmaster had done, he was still mad about the things the man told him last year, but at times like this, Dumbledore was the man to go to.
He took a few shortcuts, jumped over the tricky step of the stairs to the third floor and finally arrived at the stone gargoyle blocking the way to the Headmaster’s office.
He still needed to get past the damn thing. He wished he would remember the password McGonnagall used only three weeks ago to let him in, but he hadn’t really paid attention at that time. Now he would have to find it himself, but that wasn’t too difficult for those who knew Albus Dumbledore.
He started with the classics. “Chocolate Frog!, Cauldron Cake!, Pumpkin Pastry!, Bertie Botts!, Jelly Slugs!, Droobles best blowing Gum!, Sherbet Lemon!, Acid Pops!, thingyroach Cluster!, Fizzing Whizbees!,... Uhm..., I don’t know any more candy, or do you like Fred and George maybe?... hehe, yeah, probably,...” he grinned and started again. “Ton-Tongue Toffees!, Canary Creams!, Fake wands!, no?, I give up, ... Dungbom!,... Now I really give up. Damn it. I hate you, you barmy old codger!” And then, of course, the Gargoyle moved aside.
“Barmy old codger?” he repeated unbelievingly, “I should have known, it have been candies for the past five years now, that would have been far too easy.” He stepped past the statue and climbed the stairs. Once upstairs, he found the door to the office closed. He bounced hard on it. Dumbledore was probably sleeping, he didn’t want to scare him to death, knocking would wake the Headmaster up, he thought.
He entered the office and Fawkes started shrieking madly. He said hello to the Phoenix, and tried to calm him down, but the poor animal was far too excited. Now he’s awake for sure He thought.
Minerva awoke with a start. Her ears were far better than normal, due to her animagus form, but she didn’t need good ears now at all. Fawkes was screeching as if he was being plucked like a chicken. Aside of that, she also heard someone in Albus’ office. She looked to the man sleeping peacefully next to her. Of course he hadn’t heard anything. Men! She climbed out of bed, took her wand from the bedside table and silently walked in the direction of the office.
Someone was knocking on the door between Albus’ private quarters and the Headmasters office now. The knocking stopped. She listened carefully, and picked up the sound of someone pacing. Then there was knocking again. When the person started pacing again, she threw open the door and pointed her wand at the intruder.
It was Harry. He was standing with his back to her, looking out of the window. “Harry?” she said. He spun around and looked at her. “P-p-pro-professor?” He looked at her, his eyes widened in shock. What was she doing in the headmaster’s office, in the middle of the night, wearing nightwear?
“What’s up Tabby?” Albus then asked, emerging from his bedroom, clad only in a purple boxershort.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Harry yelled, and ran from the room.
AN: I am NOT writing what happened before the poor fellow came in, or am I? Anyway, I hope you liked reading it, and pleeeeeeeeeeease review.
AN: It took me a while, but I really had fun writing this. Thanks to Nerweniel, for all the help you gave me with this one. You really have amazing ideas. To all of you, have fun reading, and please review. Be warned you ADMM’ers, there’s some HHR in here.
Crisis Management
Chapter one: Why crisis management was needed.
It was somewhere in the middle of the night and everybody at Hogwarts was sleeping peacefully in his or her bed. Or not?
Harry Potter was awake, he had just woken up to the cause of a nightmare. Again. It happened at least two times a week, but this time was different. He jumped out of his bed, took his invisibility cloak, and slipped out of the room.
He went in the direction of Dumbledore’s office. He still didn’t like what the Headmaster had done, he was still mad about the things the man told him last year, but at times like this, Dumbledore was the man to go to.
He took a few shortcuts, jumped over the tricky step of the stairs to the third floor and finally arrived at the stone gargoyle blocking the way to the Headmaster’s office.
He still needed to get past the damn thing. He wished he would remember the password McGonnagall used only three weeks ago to let him in, but he hadn’t really paid attention at that time. Now he would have to find it himself, but that wasn’t too difficult for those who knew Albus Dumbledore.
He started with the classics. “Chocolate Frog!, Cauldron Cake!, Pumpkin Pastry!, Bertie Botts!, Jelly Slugs!, Droobles best blowing Gum!, Sherbet Lemon!, Acid Pops!, thingyroach Cluster!, Fizzing Whizbees!,... Uhm..., I don’t know any more candy, or do you like Fred and George maybe?... hehe, yeah, probably,...” he grinned and started again. “Ton-Tongue Toffees!, Canary Creams!, Fake wands!, no?, I give up, ... Dungbom!,... Now I really give up. Damn it. I hate you, you barmy old codger!” And then, of course, the Gargoyle moved aside.
“Barmy old codger?” he repeated unbelievingly, “I should have known, it have been candies for the past five years now, that would have been far too easy.” He stepped past the statue and climbed the stairs. Once upstairs, he found the door to the office closed. He bounced hard on it. Dumbledore was probably sleeping, he didn’t want to scare him to death, knocking would wake the Headmaster up, he thought.
He entered the office and Fawkes started shrieking madly. He said hello to the Phoenix, and tried to calm him down, but the poor animal was far too excited. Now he’s awake for sure He thought.
Minerva awoke with a start. Her ears were far better than normal, due to her animagus form, but she didn’t need good ears now at all. Fawkes was screeching as if he was being plucked like a chicken. Aside of that, she also heard someone in Albus’ office. She looked to the man sleeping peacefully next to her. Of course he hadn’t heard anything. Men! She climbed out of bed, took her wand from the bedside table and silently walked in the direction of the office.
Someone was knocking on the door between Albus’ private quarters and the Headmasters office now. The knocking stopped. She listened carefully, and picked up the sound of someone pacing. Then there was knocking again. When the person started pacing again, she threw open the door and pointed her wand at the intruder.
It was Harry. He was standing with his back to her, looking out of the window. “Harry?” she said. He spun around and looked at her. “P-p-pro-professor?” He looked at her, his eyes widened in shock. What was she doing in the headmaster’s office, in the middle of the night, wearing nightwear?
“What’s up Tabby?” Albus then asked, emerging from his bedroom, clad only in a purple boxershort.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Harry yelled, and ran from the room.
AN: I am NOT writing what happened before the poor fellow came in, or am I? Anyway, I hope you liked reading it, and pleeeeeeeeeeease review.
Well done!
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