Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

"By the time I finally decided to go through with it, it might have been too late. We don't know how long it's going to be until the new Headmistress picks a new Head of House for Gryffindor. And the new Head of House would probably already be in place, by then. And then might not have been agreeable to release magical guardianship of me to Sirius. It was too big a risk.

"Now that it's been done, I'm kind of relieved I don't have to worry about it any more. You know what I'm like when I've got a big decision to make. I procrastinate until I've worried the matter to the bone. Getting it done last night means I'll not be worrying about it."

"Just remember," he said. "Don't say them now because it will activate that clause; but, all you need to do is say that line to me and the Agreement is terminated and voided on the spot."

"I know," she softly smiled. "Who's idea was that, anyway?"

"The wording of the clause was Ted's," he replied. "But, I was insistent on it, or some other form of it, being included. Your father was very relieved when he heard me demand that.

"I respect his protectiveness of you, you know? He seems to have found the perfect balance between being this knight, who stands before you ready to defend you against all ill-intentioned comers, while also letting you go off and find your own way.

"I hope I'll be half as good as he is at the role of being a father when it comes my time to be one."

That earned him a long, gentle lips-to-lips kiss.

With her eyes sparkling a little she gave her throat a little clear, nodded with her chin to the mirror and softly said, "Call your godfather."

With a quick change of posture on his part, she watched him change from sweet and loveable Harry into the powerful, young man she knew him now to be and then give a firm nod. She liked it.

"Padfoot."

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Marchbanks was in the process of trying to unravel the security and privacy charms Dumbledore had on his office door when she suddenly stopped and sighed. 'Idiot,' she thought of herself.

"Hogwarts," she firmly called. "As Headmistress and for medical emergency purposes, I need immediate access to the office of the Professor of Transfigurations. Please remove all security charms and the like from the door."

She almost felt the magic take effect.

Giving herself a firm nod, she stepped forward and twisted the door handle. And the door opened inwards.

"Tch!" she clucked.

Stepping inside she took a moment to look about and saw the damage caused by the forced severing of the bond. Looking directly at the golden perch the phoenix had sat upon as she continued into the room, she thought, 'That must have been very hot to have done that.'

Reviewing her memories of what she'd read of other severed phoenix bonds, she realised she was seeing pretty much exactly what was described.

'Yep,' she thought. 'Severed bond.'

As she closed the distance between her and the desk, ever mindful of where she placed the tip of her cane lest it catch a crack of loose stone or something, she saw the half-crumpled sheet of parchment. And immediately recognised the writing upon it. 'Lord Potter,' she thought.

Drawing her wand, she summoned it up to her hand, took a closer look at it to confirm it was Lord Potter's handwriting and slipped it into her pocket.

Once she reached the desk, she rounded it and saw the results of the searing flash upon the desk, chair and parchments. And that's where she found the old fool.

He was almost folded in half and, with the burn damage on the back of his robes and hair, appeared as if he'd stood too close to a fire with his back to it. Seeing how close he must've been standing to the bird when Fawkes severed the bond, she knew he was.

"Idiot," she muttered. "Was it you receiving a letter from the young Lord that had you do something that caused Fawkes to sever the bond, Albus?"

She knew she wasn't going to receive an answer to that question until the next day, at least.

"May I have an elf, please!" she called.

"Yes, Lady Headmistress?" the elf immediately asked when it popped in.

Tapping Dumbledore's prone and half-folded form with her cane tip, she ordered it, "Take this old twit to the Infirmary and inform our medi-wizard that he was standing too close to the site where his phoenix severed its bond with him, would you?"

"Yes, Lady Headmistress," the elf bobbed.

Two flashes of white light later, one where the elf stood and one where Dumbledore lay, and the room was empty of anyone but her.

Giving the room another once-over she then gave a huff and made her way back out the door again. She shut it closed behind herself but didn't bother with locking it or re-warding it.

Then made her way back to her office. Step tap-step. Step tap-step.

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Once Harry had spoken to Sirius about what he'd planned regarding his 'problem' with Augusta Longbottom, his godfather asked to speak with 'the newest member of the House of Black'.

Hermione had voiced her reservations about Harry's plans but knew not to interfere.

Finishing up the call, Sirius told her, "Just remember; you can ask to borrow the mirror off Harry at any time and talk to me. If you don't want him listening in, just tell him. He'll understand."

After she glanced at Harry, who nodded back, she turned back to the mirror and said, "I will and he does."

"Good," replied her new magical guardian. "Mirror off!"

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