A/N Oki, here we go, first posted fic. Though I'm working on a few others.
Typical for me to start one and then start another and another. :D
Disclaimer None of it is mine( But if you see some names you haven't seen
before, they may be mine. :/
Friend Or Foe
1 chapter
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How come, idiots always surround me? Dung headed brats. What to do now, my Lord? Is this the right way to do it? I'm sorry my Lord, I forget? They surprised me, I didn't think they would have been that lucky, my Lord. Bah - well that was the problem; they didn't have the brains to think. Stupid gits! Lord Voldemort was sitting comfortable in a black fluffy chair. Not that he liked fluffy chairs, but his servants, his stupid servants, obviously thought the chair was perfect. He looked at the fire in the chimney it was pleasantly warm, though he would no sooner admit that to anyone, than he would send a letter to Harry Potter and apologize for everything. That made him laugh. The death eaters in the room looked at him, with fear, though they were trying as hard as they could to cover it. They didn't succeed very well; he could smell their fear. But then again when Lord Voldemort laughed, it wasn't really reassuring. It was more like a cold heartless cackling. But whatever, the completely thickheaded dolls deserved it. The way they'd blown it! Stupid plicks! They'd got a single job, and they failed. Completely failed. All they had to do was get that fucking prophecy! Damn them! And now of course some of them were imprisoned. Lucius Malfoy for an example. Idiot!
"NOTT!"
"BELLATRIX!" he bellowed suddenly. The death eaters and other servants in the room jumped. He smiled, fools, the flaming scary fools thought him intimidating. Now that was humour. Nott and Bellatrix came forward, Nott with an expression of apprehension and Belleatrix with a face of awe. Fool girl! Of course she feared him, but when he spoke in that voice, they were supposed to be trembling of fear, but she at least was lesser stupid. And well if she looked at him in awe that was good enough. They stumbled: "Yes my Lord?"
"I need you two, to bail our stupid fellows out, those who got themselves caught. And if you don't succeed in that, be sure you will wish you'd never been born. IF NOT WORSE! And make sure the idiots you bail out, will remember I don't like them so much any more! And bring Malfoy DIRECTLY to me. I'll deal with him?" the last he said with a wicked grin. And that did just what he had predicted: the awe in Bellatrix were gone, Nott looking ready to pee in his pants any moment now, which were the same to say about all the others in the room. Bellatrix was the one who answered, the others looked like the cat had got their tongues. "Yes my Lord, we'll do that right away and succeed, yes. And thank you for the assignment, we appreciate, We'll go right to work, my Lord." And with that they were off.
"You left, can go now too, you all got your assignments." As soon as that left his mouth they were all gone. Well except Macnair. "So wondering what I've got for you?" he asked Macnair in a tone that said, if-you-say-the- wrong-thing.
"No my Lord, what you have I'll humbly do." He answered correctly and ruined it all by sweating. "LIAR, of course you are wondering why you are left all alone with me!" he said wickedly. "Sir, I'm sorry, I.I.I am to be.I."
"You are to kidnap me a muggle. A muggle expert in something called Computers, did you get that Com - pu - ters?" he interrupted and stared at him pointedly. Before Macnair had the chance to say that he did understand, Lord Voldemort went on: "Go Now, and be back when you have found one, MAKE IT QUICK!" Macnair practical ran out of the room.
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Every chair in a big cosy room was occupied. Except for two. Four chimneys were blazing warmly in the corners. The chairs stood around a long, very long and big table. The people sitting in the chairs looked weird. They had strange coloured cloaks around them, not all of them bright colourful but also dark ones. They were waiting. For something, probably for two to occupy the last chairs. There was almost nothing alike about the people, all different from age to looks. Well except for some of them had flaming red hair and freckles; they seemed to be in family. One spectacled young boy, if you compared with some of the old ones he was young, was flipping a coin. He had jet-black hair, it looked ruffled or maybe it hadn't seen a comb in months. The coin looked strange too, not all alike real coins. He looked at his sideman, just as old, but with flaming red hair and freckles. And they grinned. A girl on his other side gave them a get-serious look. She had bushy brown hair and her blue eyes said they were childish. They just looked at her blankly and then grinned again. Just then noises could be heard from within the door out in a lobby.
"That's ridiculous! Why should I have to do something like that? Why not someone with lesser ability with muggle things!" a voice said extremely sarcastic, almost snarling. The black haired boy, Harry looked at his friend, Ron. The voice belonged to their teacher of transfiguration, Professor McGonagall.
"Because I want you to do so! And you will have someone to help you." Another voice said, a male voice. The voice belonged to Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. The door opened to reveal them, Dumbldore looking amused, though on the point of irritable. Though that was nothing compared to McGonagall. Her eyes were sending daggers at Dumbledore and her mouth was as thin as ever.
Mcgonagall swang her braid, which surprised a lot of people, she always had her hair in a bun, snapped icily, while glaring hard at any one. "I simply refuse to do as you say then. As I find it unreasonable and any other can do it. Besides I want to know why it has to be ME doing the job!"
Dumbledore looked at her, probably wondering if he should tell her. He then gave her a smile and said kindly: "Well I thought you suitable for the job and you shouldn't start out to hard dear!" the last he said a little unsure, his eyes darting from one place to another, then at last to settle in a place between Alastor Moody and Remus Lupin.
"WHAT!" McGonagall shrieked, now looking if possible much more angrier, "You stupid old fool! I knew sooner or later you were going to use that cheep trick. Minerva had four stunners thrown at her she is incapable of taking care of herself! I will not do that job! I - "
"Minerva, dear, all I was saying was that." Dumbledore interrupted but didn't get the time to finish his sentence.
"All you was saying. I know perfectly well what you was saying! And don't you try to father me; I am doing well by myself. And I can fight back, you at least of all people should know. You want me to name a few; well what would you have done in 1945, if it weren't for me or 1959 or 1978?" McGonagall hissed her cheeks flushed. But she weren't done, "In fact why don't you do the stupid job! And besides I didn't know that.that fat hideous toad looking woman was going to shoot at me! I was so angry, she was totally harassing Hagrid, what would you have me do, just ignoring it! The next time I see her I'm going to skin her alive, feet her to the a Dementor, I am going to make her regret the day her dad laid eyes on her mom."
Harry had never seen McGonagall so out of character before. This was nothing compared to the end of his fourth year, where she had a go at Fudge, or last year. She was obviously totally angry, really angry with Dumbledore. He was just glad it wasn't him, she was mad at. He looked at Ron; he seemed to thinking the exact thing. Hermione was looking at them with some kind of bemused look. That he didn't get.
Dumbldore looked at McGonagall with an almost wicked glint in his eyes "Ahhh, 1945! Wonderful year, wasn't it Minerva. I am sure the rest would like to know what happened that year, don't you?" Mcgonagall looked at him blankly, and then was sending daggers again "What are you gaining at?"
Dumbldore smiled and sat down next to a greasy haired man with a black cloak, he had shoulder length black hair, a pale face and a gloomy expression. He looked like a vampire. Or one disguised as one for Halloween. "What do you say, Severus, would like to know all about defeating Grindelwald?" he asked the man, who was Severus Snape, Potion teacher.
Snape looked at Mcgonagall with an evil grin, who was looking quite annoyed. "Why not, it would be fun to hear it from you firsthand, instead of reading about it in a old dusty book, and I am sure the others would find it interesting too?"
"Ohh shut up Snape if you haven't got something important to say. And if you haven't then may I suggest that you take a bath, perhaps." McGonagall shot back. Harry and Ron looked at each other sniggering. The girl besides them, Hermione, had a small smile playing on her lips. Snape only gave McGonagall a twisted smile and looked back at Dumbledore: "Why don't you tell us Headmaster?"
McGonagall sat own next to Dumbledore, her arms crossed beneath her breast and a look of sullenness about her, if that was possible. She leaned toward Dumbledore and said warningly cold to him: "ONE word, and I'll skin you alive too!"
The other people in the room were eyeing the two of them amusedly. Dumbledore began the story: "Well in 1945 when Grindelwald was at the top of his power, we had a order too, much like we have now, we called ourselves Dark Fighters. Now you Minerva were about 25, weren't you?" Dumbledore looked at her, waiting for her answer. The others were listening interested. Minerva shot Dumbledore a fuming look. "Yes I was 25."
Dumbledore continued: "Now I and Alastor Moody went undercover to spy on Grindelwald. Now Minerva just finished with her Auror training accidentally heard about it, and since she wasn't allowed to come, after pleading first Moody and then me, sneaked to Germany with us. We first found out when it was too late, Minerva ran into a person, in fact Grindelwald, which she thought was just one of his servants."
McGonagall interrupted sourly: "Well I've told you for the four-hundredth time, he didn't look like Grindelwald and I thought.He didn't say he was so I assumed.He was even doing dishes and cooking, who should have thought Grindelwald would do such things, I mean.Would you shut the fuck up MOODY." She suddenly screamed. Moody obviously had begun to smirk at her. "So I flirted with him, Whatever!" The room fell silent. No one was breathing; every one of them was looking at her. She looked around, and then realizing what she had just said. Moody was slowly beginning to laugh. Louder and more hysterical his laugh went " Can you imagine.the shock we had! Thinking we were about to save her from him, and then just finding them tangled all up in each other.having a big go on.you should have seen.!" Moody managed between hilarious grins and hiccoughs.
"You had sex with Grindelwald!" Snape asked utterly shocked. Though it was more a statement than a question. The others were starring at them open mouthed and wide eyed.
Harry looked shocked at both Mcgonagall and Moody. He couldn't imagine that, not that he wanted to any way. But he could see the funny in it. But he would never have imagined Moody laughing like that either. And he was still laughing.
McGonagall sat down with a sigh. She was fingering with a ring on her left hand. "No I didn't have sex with him, Snape. Apparently he was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks. Actually I met him in 1944, on a conference on Wandless Transfiguration. I just thought he was Grindelwalds servant by accident, he even said he hated Grindelwald! He owled me and vice versa." McGonagall stated.
"WHAT? You never told me!" Dumbldore raised his voice, "that's very disappointing"
"What would have me do? You think I like going round "Hey I used to date Grindelwald", do you? It's not like I'm proud of it. I didn't know he was Grindelwald. I must have some kind of radio signal only evil persons who wants to rule supreme can hear. You want me to do that fucking job, then fucking okay. I'll find out for my self, I have muggle family; they can help me, you stupid git. And you just wait, pay back time is sweet." McGonagall roared and stormed out of the room. They could hear her fading footsteps.
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"Dumbledore you knew you went to far. That was private, we didn't need to know." Molly Weasley said accusingly. They were only seven people back in the large room; Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Severus Snape and Alastor Moody.
"The keyword: we didn't need to know, thanks" Snape said coldly.
"Poor McGonagall" Tonks stated starring at the air between Snape and Dumbldore, "You were not very nice toward her. Just because she wouldn't do a stupid job!" she went on.
"It is not a stupid job, in fact it is rather important!" Dumbledore answered calmly.
"I am just glad I'm not you Albus, but then again you didn't go to school with her. You teachers didn't know half the stuff we did. The payback doesn't sound sweet to me!" Moody told Dumbledore with a grin.
"I remember her in her school time, Moody. And I have had the pleasure of being her colleague for about 40 years. The payback doesn't sound sweet to me either. And it wouldn't be the first time either. In fact she is very creative when it comes down to payback!" Dumbldore said with a sigh. He didn't look forward to whatever payback that would be. He clearly remembered the last one. He groaned.
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That stupid git! Minerva McGonagall thought while striding hurriedly out of the headquarters. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. But now she was stuck with a computer job, while others, probably less suitable of doing important jobs were given imperative task. Stupid order! All summer everyone had been fussing about her. Oh Minerva let me help you. Are you sure you shouldn't rest just a little. But dear it's terrible warm outside; you would just get a heatstroke! Albus had been insufferable all summer, checking everything, Poppy had been worse. And the whole order was getting on her nerve. She was tired of being refused to doing anything important, she wanted to something dangerous without someone breathing down her neck. Out in the cool night she relaxed a little. She knew they only meant it lovingly, and maybe she ought to enjoy this job. It could be fun she told herself cheerful - Yeah if my name was Athur Weasley! She looked thoughtful at the pavement, she could as well visit her family now, her niece would know about computers. Why not get it over with soon. And with that she disappeared.
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Friend Or Foe
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How come, idiots always surround me? Dung headed brats. What to do now, my Lord? Is this the right way to do it? I'm sorry my Lord, I forget? They surprised me, I didn't think they would have been that lucky, my Lord. Bah - well that was the problem; they didn't have the brains to think. Stupid gits! Lord Voldemort was sitting comfortable in a black fluffy chair. Not that he liked fluffy chairs, but his servants, his stupid servants, obviously thought the chair was perfect. He looked at the fire in the chimney it was pleasantly warm, though he would no sooner admit that to anyone, than he would send a letter to Harry Potter and apologize for everything. That made him laugh. The death eaters in the room looked at him, with fear, though they were trying as hard as they could to cover it. They didn't succeed very well; he could smell their fear. But then again when Lord Voldemort laughed, it wasn't really reassuring. It was more like a cold heartless cackling. But whatever, the completely thickheaded dolls deserved it. The way they'd blown it! Stupid plicks! They'd got a single job, and they failed. Completely failed. All they had to do was get that fucking prophecy! Damn them! And now of course some of them were imprisoned. Lucius Malfoy for an example. Idiot!
"NOTT!"
"BELLATRIX!" he bellowed suddenly. The death eaters and other servants in the room jumped. He smiled, fools, the flaming scary fools thought him intimidating. Now that was humour. Nott and Bellatrix came forward, Nott with an expression of apprehension and Belleatrix with a face of awe. Fool girl! Of course she feared him, but when he spoke in that voice, they were supposed to be trembling of fear, but she at least was lesser stupid. And well if she looked at him in awe that was good enough. They stumbled: "Yes my Lord?"
"I need you two, to bail our stupid fellows out, those who got themselves caught. And if you don't succeed in that, be sure you will wish you'd never been born. IF NOT WORSE! And make sure the idiots you bail out, will remember I don't like them so much any more! And bring Malfoy DIRECTLY to me. I'll deal with him?" the last he said with a wicked grin. And that did just what he had predicted: the awe in Bellatrix were gone, Nott looking ready to pee in his pants any moment now, which were the same to say about all the others in the room. Bellatrix was the one who answered, the others looked like the cat had got their tongues. "Yes my Lord, we'll do that right away and succeed, yes. And thank you for the assignment, we appreciate, We'll go right to work, my Lord." And with that they were off.
"You left, can go now too, you all got your assignments." As soon as that left his mouth they were all gone. Well except Macnair. "So wondering what I've got for you?" he asked Macnair in a tone that said, if-you-say-the- wrong-thing.
"No my Lord, what you have I'll humbly do." He answered correctly and ruined it all by sweating. "LIAR, of course you are wondering why you are left all alone with me!" he said wickedly. "Sir, I'm sorry, I.I.I am to be.I."
"You are to kidnap me a muggle. A muggle expert in something called Computers, did you get that Com - pu - ters?" he interrupted and stared at him pointedly. Before Macnair had the chance to say that he did understand, Lord Voldemort went on: "Go Now, and be back when you have found one, MAKE IT QUICK!" Macnair practical ran out of the room.
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Every chair in a big cosy room was occupied. Except for two. Four chimneys were blazing warmly in the corners. The chairs stood around a long, very long and big table. The people sitting in the chairs looked weird. They had strange coloured cloaks around them, not all of them bright colourful but also dark ones. They were waiting. For something, probably for two to occupy the last chairs. There was almost nothing alike about the people, all different from age to looks. Well except for some of them had flaming red hair and freckles; they seemed to be in family. One spectacled young boy, if you compared with some of the old ones he was young, was flipping a coin. He had jet-black hair, it looked ruffled or maybe it hadn't seen a comb in months. The coin looked strange too, not all alike real coins. He looked at his sideman, just as old, but with flaming red hair and freckles. And they grinned. A girl on his other side gave them a get-serious look. She had bushy brown hair and her blue eyes said they were childish. They just looked at her blankly and then grinned again. Just then noises could be heard from within the door out in a lobby.
"That's ridiculous! Why should I have to do something like that? Why not someone with lesser ability with muggle things!" a voice said extremely sarcastic, almost snarling. The black haired boy, Harry looked at his friend, Ron. The voice belonged to their teacher of transfiguration, Professor McGonagall.
"Because I want you to do so! And you will have someone to help you." Another voice said, a male voice. The voice belonged to Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. The door opened to reveal them, Dumbldore looking amused, though on the point of irritable. Though that was nothing compared to McGonagall. Her eyes were sending daggers at Dumbledore and her mouth was as thin as ever.
Mcgonagall swang her braid, which surprised a lot of people, she always had her hair in a bun, snapped icily, while glaring hard at any one. "I simply refuse to do as you say then. As I find it unreasonable and any other can do it. Besides I want to know why it has to be ME doing the job!"
Dumbledore looked at her, probably wondering if he should tell her. He then gave her a smile and said kindly: "Well I thought you suitable for the job and you shouldn't start out to hard dear!" the last he said a little unsure, his eyes darting from one place to another, then at last to settle in a place between Alastor Moody and Remus Lupin.
"WHAT!" McGonagall shrieked, now looking if possible much more angrier, "You stupid old fool! I knew sooner or later you were going to use that cheep trick. Minerva had four stunners thrown at her she is incapable of taking care of herself! I will not do that job! I - "
"Minerva, dear, all I was saying was that." Dumbledore interrupted but didn't get the time to finish his sentence.
"All you was saying. I know perfectly well what you was saying! And don't you try to father me; I am doing well by myself. And I can fight back, you at least of all people should know. You want me to name a few; well what would you have done in 1945, if it weren't for me or 1959 or 1978?" McGonagall hissed her cheeks flushed. But she weren't done, "In fact why don't you do the stupid job! And besides I didn't know that.that fat hideous toad looking woman was going to shoot at me! I was so angry, she was totally harassing Hagrid, what would you have me do, just ignoring it! The next time I see her I'm going to skin her alive, feet her to the a Dementor, I am going to make her regret the day her dad laid eyes on her mom."
Harry had never seen McGonagall so out of character before. This was nothing compared to the end of his fourth year, where she had a go at Fudge, or last year. She was obviously totally angry, really angry with Dumbledore. He was just glad it wasn't him, she was mad at. He looked at Ron; he seemed to thinking the exact thing. Hermione was looking at them with some kind of bemused look. That he didn't get.
Dumbldore looked at McGonagall with an almost wicked glint in his eyes "Ahhh, 1945! Wonderful year, wasn't it Minerva. I am sure the rest would like to know what happened that year, don't you?" Mcgonagall looked at him blankly, and then was sending daggers again "What are you gaining at?"
Dumbldore smiled and sat down next to a greasy haired man with a black cloak, he had shoulder length black hair, a pale face and a gloomy expression. He looked like a vampire. Or one disguised as one for Halloween. "What do you say, Severus, would like to know all about defeating Grindelwald?" he asked the man, who was Severus Snape, Potion teacher.
Snape looked at Mcgonagall with an evil grin, who was looking quite annoyed. "Why not, it would be fun to hear it from you firsthand, instead of reading about it in a old dusty book, and I am sure the others would find it interesting too?"
"Ohh shut up Snape if you haven't got something important to say. And if you haven't then may I suggest that you take a bath, perhaps." McGonagall shot back. Harry and Ron looked at each other sniggering. The girl besides them, Hermione, had a small smile playing on her lips. Snape only gave McGonagall a twisted smile and looked back at Dumbledore: "Why don't you tell us Headmaster?"
McGonagall sat own next to Dumbledore, her arms crossed beneath her breast and a look of sullenness about her, if that was possible. She leaned toward Dumbledore and said warningly cold to him: "ONE word, and I'll skin you alive too!"
The other people in the room were eyeing the two of them amusedly. Dumbledore began the story: "Well in 1945 when Grindelwald was at the top of his power, we had a order too, much like we have now, we called ourselves Dark Fighters. Now you Minerva were about 25, weren't you?" Dumbledore looked at her, waiting for her answer. The others were listening interested. Minerva shot Dumbledore a fuming look. "Yes I was 25."
Dumbledore continued: "Now I and Alastor Moody went undercover to spy on Grindelwald. Now Minerva just finished with her Auror training accidentally heard about it, and since she wasn't allowed to come, after pleading first Moody and then me, sneaked to Germany with us. We first found out when it was too late, Minerva ran into a person, in fact Grindelwald, which she thought was just one of his servants."
McGonagall interrupted sourly: "Well I've told you for the four-hundredth time, he didn't look like Grindelwald and I thought.He didn't say he was so I assumed.He was even doing dishes and cooking, who should have thought Grindelwald would do such things, I mean.Would you shut the fuck up MOODY." She suddenly screamed. Moody obviously had begun to smirk at her. "So I flirted with him, Whatever!" The room fell silent. No one was breathing; every one of them was looking at her. She looked around, and then realizing what she had just said. Moody was slowly beginning to laugh. Louder and more hysterical his laugh went " Can you imagine.the shock we had! Thinking we were about to save her from him, and then just finding them tangled all up in each other.having a big go on.you should have seen.!" Moody managed between hilarious grins and hiccoughs.
"You had sex with Grindelwald!" Snape asked utterly shocked. Though it was more a statement than a question. The others were starring at them open mouthed and wide eyed.
Harry looked shocked at both Mcgonagall and Moody. He couldn't imagine that, not that he wanted to any way. But he could see the funny in it. But he would never have imagined Moody laughing like that either. And he was still laughing.
McGonagall sat down with a sigh. She was fingering with a ring on her left hand. "No I didn't have sex with him, Snape. Apparently he was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks. Actually I met him in 1944, on a conference on Wandless Transfiguration. I just thought he was Grindelwalds servant by accident, he even said he hated Grindelwald! He owled me and vice versa." McGonagall stated.
"WHAT? You never told me!" Dumbldore raised his voice, "that's very disappointing"
"What would have me do? You think I like going round "Hey I used to date Grindelwald", do you? It's not like I'm proud of it. I didn't know he was Grindelwald. I must have some kind of radio signal only evil persons who wants to rule supreme can hear. You want me to do that fucking job, then fucking okay. I'll find out for my self, I have muggle family; they can help me, you stupid git. And you just wait, pay back time is sweet." McGonagall roared and stormed out of the room. They could hear her fading footsteps.
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"Dumbledore you knew you went to far. That was private, we didn't need to know." Molly Weasley said accusingly. They were only seven people back in the large room; Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Severus Snape and Alastor Moody.
"The keyword: we didn't need to know, thanks" Snape said coldly.
"Poor McGonagall" Tonks stated starring at the air between Snape and Dumbldore, "You were not very nice toward her. Just because she wouldn't do a stupid job!" she went on.
"It is not a stupid job, in fact it is rather important!" Dumbledore answered calmly.
"I am just glad I'm not you Albus, but then again you didn't go to school with her. You teachers didn't know half the stuff we did. The payback doesn't sound sweet to me!" Moody told Dumbledore with a grin.
"I remember her in her school time, Moody. And I have had the pleasure of being her colleague for about 40 years. The payback doesn't sound sweet to me either. And it wouldn't be the first time either. In fact she is very creative when it comes down to payback!" Dumbldore said with a sigh. He didn't look forward to whatever payback that would be. He clearly remembered the last one. He groaned.
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That stupid git! Minerva McGonagall thought while striding hurriedly out of the headquarters. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. But now she was stuck with a computer job, while others, probably less suitable of doing important jobs were given imperative task. Stupid order! All summer everyone had been fussing about her. Oh Minerva let me help you. Are you sure you shouldn't rest just a little. But dear it's terrible warm outside; you would just get a heatstroke! Albus had been insufferable all summer, checking everything, Poppy had been worse. And the whole order was getting on her nerve. She was tired of being refused to doing anything important, she wanted to something dangerous without someone breathing down her neck. Out in the cool night she relaxed a little. She knew they only meant it lovingly, and maybe she ought to enjoy this job. It could be fun she told herself cheerful - Yeah if my name was Athur Weasley! She looked thoughtful at the pavement, she could as well visit her family now, her niece would know about computers. Why not get it over with soon. And with that she disappeared.
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