McGonagall's POV
McGonagall was giving them dirty looks, like she knew they had been up to something, but couldn't pin anything on them. She kept a very close eye on the amnesiac, hoping that his memories would come back, and perhaps his manners with them. She missed the polite Harry.
There had been many more incidences where children were put in embarrassing situations. Mr. Potter was there for quite a few, yet his wand was clear of any wrong doing. He said it was the wards, which was ridiculous. Albus would have told her if there were such wards. She really wished the headmaster would have shown up by now, but with him on the run there was no telling when he would be back. And he still had control of the wards, or at least she thought so since she couldn't. Still, she couldn't pin anything on the child, but with the way he continued to act, she had attempted to get him kicked out. However, the Board and the Ministry were adamant that he stayed where they could find him. They lost the boy hero once and didn't want it to happen again. McGonagall was hopeful that Potter would up and leave, like he had threatened to many times, then it would be out of her hands.
Just when she was about to make the evening announcements, the wards sounded a warning that someone was trying to breech them. The current Headmistress sounded some large bangs with her wand to calm the panicking students. "Stay here," she told them. "The professors and I will go and see if there is anything to worry about. Prefects, do a head count, and make sure everyone stays in the Hall." And with that she nodded to Flitwick, Sprout, and the new Head of Slytherin, Professor Hawthorn. "The rest of you stay, and keep the children calm," she said briskly to the remaining staff.
The four teachers then hustled out of the Hall, and outside to where the wards were going off, which was the front gate.
There standing in all his colorful glory was Dumbledore, looking a bit ruffled and worn. "Ah, Minerva, it appears that I cannot enter the school. Would you be so kind as to let me in? I must talk to Harry," he said in his best grandfather voice. He had tried to get Fawkes to help him go to the child, but the wards prevented that. That and the phoenix was giving him the cold shoulder. He was worried that he had offended his feathered friend. Nevertheless, his mission had to be complete, so he came to see what could be done about getting the boy alone.
"Albus, where have you been? The Aurors have been here many times looking for you," she said as she went to open the gate. However, it held fast. While she never liked his methods, she would never believe that this great man would jeopardize the school, no matter what Bones said. She yanked on the gate, but it wouldn't budge.
"Minerva, why do you not simply ask the wards to open them?" the baffled man inquired, stroking his beard as he wondered who charged them to full strength. No one he knew had that kind of power, barring Voldemort, who he had on good authority was still weak.
"I do not have control of them. I would not even be Headmistress, but the Board could not fill the position for the rest of year. It was our understanding that you still had control, since we have tried everything to get them to recognize me. Did you not put a shield around the stone?"
"No, the wards have been the same for many of years," the old man confessed. Well, he wasn't going to tell them that he weakened them himself, first for Remus, then for Severus, and yet again for Harry's first year. That would only get him in more trouble. He had gone back the boy's second year to see if he could boost them back up, but the drain was far more powerful than it had been the year before.
McGonagall harrumphed, "If I did not know better I would say that Mr. Potter was to blame." She had been hurt when the castle did not acknowledge her. After all her years of loyal service, she felt that the post was hers, so she continued to try to get Hogwarts to hand over control of the wards.
"That is most destressing," the old man stated. His eyes twinkled as he examined the barrier that was keeping him from his school. If Harry was the reason for them, then it might be harder to convince him to do what he must.
"Yes, it is," she agreed. "You had better leave, Albus. I do not want you to be caught. There is no telling where the alarm sounded. For all we know the Ministry has been alerted," she stressed, looking at her friend, and hoping that he had a place to hide.
"Very well. I will endeavor to find another way to speak to young Harry. Would you tell him that it is imperative that I speak with him?" he asked as he adjusted his robes and got ready to leave. "I can meet him in the village, if he desires. I will find a way to contact you."
"I will do what I can, but you know how he has been since he lost his memory. I cannot even reprimand him without argument," she huffed, hating that he still treated the adults of the castle with little respect.
"Nevertheless, please pass my message along." And with that Dumbledore Disapparated.
"This isn't going to end well," the temporary Headmistress said, wringing her hands together as she made her way back to the children to let them know everything was okay.
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