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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7390178/1/Dumbledore looked up and scowled. "Can we please get back to the topic at hand? Mr. Potter cannot be allowed to remain in Ravenclaw. He needs to be moved to Gryffindor where he can be guided towards his..."
"You can't make me resort him Headmaster, and if you try I won't let you use me to play naked Caribbean pirates anymore," the sorting hat said smugly.
"Albus!" exclaimed Minerva, then she turned to Snape who was ignoring them both while he stared at his shoes.
"Severus I must insist that you join with me in making the Headmaster see a healer immediately, the old fool has clearly gone senile!"
Severus blinked slowly and looked up at Minerva.
Dumbledore sprang to his feet. "Enough! We have too much to worry about with Voldemort trying to get the..."
He trailed off with a puzzled look on his face. Both Minerva and Snape frowned, they knew that Voldemort was after something but they couldn't remember what it was.
"This makes no sense," muttered Minerva, then she stood, shook her head and left the room muttering about old fools and their games.
Dumbledore slammed a fist down on his desk. "He's done it already! He took the... he took... See? We can't even remember what he took! We're doomed!"
Snape looked up from transfiguring his shoes into a pair of black heels. He frowned. "When did you injure yourself Headmaster? You have a scar on your forehead!"
Dumbledore frowned and fingered the hated scar that hadn't even marked him for a full day. He knew it was a vain hope that no one would notice it. He honestly hoped people would overlook the smiley face scar on his forehead. He was just thankful that it wasn't a lightening bolt scar like the one Harry Potter still bore, although Harry's scar was now quite faint.
"I fell a few days ago," he mumbled. "It's nothing!"
Snape nodded doubtfully. "It looks like a..."
"It's not a smiley face!" Dumbledore snapped. "Next thing you'll say is it's a Horcrux and I have to die to get rid of it!"
Snape blinked. Twice, then twice more. Yep, the old man had finally started casting the simple spells.
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