Approaching about two minutes later, Marchbanks hobbled forward until she stood looking down at the old man lying so undignified on the floor. His wand was in the passageway a little apart from him, obviously released from his hand as he dropped.
Merrily cackling to herself, she summoned his wand off the floor and into her hand before she dropped it onto his chest.
"May I have a house elf, please?" she sweetly called.
With an almost silent pop one stood almost to her side. "Whats can Nippy bes doing for new Headmistress lady?" it asked.
"Nippy, is it?" she asked.
"Yes, Headmistress lady," the elf replied with a small bob.
With a pleased smirk at the elf she indicated Dumbledore and said, "Would you please pop Albus, here, to the Infirmary and into one of the beds there? Place his wand on the bedside table and inform the school medi-wizard he stunned himself trying to curse the gargoyle to the new Headmistress's office."
"Yes, Headmistress lady," the elf replied with another short bob before it and Dumbledore disappeared in a flash of elf magic light.
Chuckling to herself again, Marchbanks looked to the gargoyle and said, "I am Lady Griselda Marchbanks, new Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. By tradition, I demand access to the spaces beyond you so I may take up my duties.
"The new password shall be, 'May I please pass'."
The gargoyle gave a short nod and stepped to the side. As she then stepped through the stairs beyond began to ascend, carrying her aloft.
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After his meeting with Sirius, Harry escorted him back to the front door and away before going to find Hermione. She was waiting for him with Monica in the dinette.
As soon as he looked in, she looked up at him and asked, "Ready to go shopping?"
"Yep," he replied. "Where's your... Wendell?"
"He won't be coming," replied Monica. "He used the excuse he needed to go back to the surgery to catch up on office paperwork. It's the one he often uses when he doesn't want to go anywhere."
"Why not?" he asked, confused.
"Because, at his core, my husband is a coward," she replied.
Harry thought that was a bit harsh, but that it also wasn't his place to say anything so didn't. It didn't seem to bother Hermione. If anything, she smirked at her mother.
Less than two minutes later they were downstairs, out through the connecting door to the garage and into Monica's BMW.
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Three and a half hours later, Harry came staggering in through the same door in deep shock.
Not even feeling as if he had the energy to get up to his room, he made it as far as the upper ground floor before he collapsed on one of the armchairs in the parlour and groaned.
Hermione and Monica had followed him in and up and looked at him with matching smirks.
"Whatever is the matter, Harry?" asked Hermione, overly sweetly. "You look as if you've gone five rounds with a hippogriff."
"You two are evil," he moaned. "It was inhuman what you two made me do!"
That had both Granger ladies openly grin back.
He'd just closed his eyes in bliss at being able to just sit and relax for a while when Monica said, "Why don't you go up and change into a set of those clothes you just bought. Wearing transfigured clothes from wizarding robes can't be all that comfortable.
"I'm still being bossed around?" he whined, starting to sit up straighter. "I thought turning Harry into a dress-up Barbie doll was done with!"
Not waiting for a response he groaned as he rose to his feet and trudged his way to the stairs. If he'd looked back he'd have seen the current female auror stationed with them suddenly fade into view as a disillusionment charm faded away. And all three ladies grinned at one another.
"Put on the light green collared T-shirt, black jeans and trainers, Harry," Hermione called up the stairs. "And grab the dark green V-necked sweater if you're a little chilly!"
Once they heard Harry's door shut up the stairs, all three broke out into laughter.
"He's right," grinned the auror. "You two are evil."
"Oh, diddums!" giggled Hermione. "He's just a boy. It's in their nature to complain about clothes shopping."
"Tea?" asked Monica.
"Yes, please," said Hermione. "You'll be joining us ladies, Henrietta," she added to the auror.
"Well, I suppose Tomas will be alright on his own," she replied. "He is, after all - as you put it - just a boy."
With the three laughing they went to the kitchen.
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In her new office, Marchbanks set to work. First, she had the elves clear out all of Dumbledore's personal effects and take them to the private apartment of the Transfiguration Professor. Then had the elves collect her own from her private residence where they were already packed and waiting and put them in their place.
Once everything was as she wanted it, she went down the stairs to the office.
As with the Head's apartment, she had the elves clear out all of Dumbledore's personal effects, including Fawkes's roost, and had them moved to the Transfiguration Professor's office next to the same apartment. And was surprised when a lot of things remained she thought were the old man's personal effects.
A quick call for an elf and asking for an explanation, she was told that none of what was left was actually the Headmaster's personal property.
"It belongs to the school?" she asked.
"Not all, Headmistress lady," replied the elf.
"What doesn't?" she asked. "And do you know who it belongs to?"
The elf then indicated various things around the office and to whom they rightfully belonged. She was shocked. She had no idea that, according to what she'd just learned, Dumbledore was such a thief.
"Alright," she sighed. "The possessions that rightfully belong to each person, I want you to clearly label with a name for that person. I then want you to create for me a written list of the lot. And, finally, you can shift it to secure storage. Then I am to be the only one to know where that is and I am to be the only one to be able to have you bring something back out of it.
"After it's all done, come and give me the list and let me know it's done," she instructed. "But, not a word about this to anyone else, got that?"
"Yes, Headmistress lady," the little elf replied before it popped away. Suddenly, all the items that had been identified as belonging to others also quickly flashed away.
Less than a minute later the elf was back and handing her a scroll, she asked it to wait. Unrolling it she found a detailed list with items rightfully belonging to six different individuals of more than two dozen items. Well over half of them belonged to Lord Potter, mostly books.
Rolling it up back up with a sigh, she placed it in a pocket of her robes and then set about, with the help of the elves, reorganising the office. She needed that done before she could move her own office furniture, supplies and items in.
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More than half the castle away, Dumbledore suddenly woke to find himself staring at an amused medi-wizard with a wand in his hand. He was lying on a bed in the Infirmary.
"What happened and who're you?" he immediately demanded.
"In order, you were delivered by an elf to the bed here, unconscious due to a reflected Bombarda curse, I believe," replied the wizard. "And, secondly, I'm Medi-wizard Robinson. I'm the new medi-wizard for the school."
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