Sorry this took me so bloody long, everyone! Hopefully such delays will be fewer in number from now on.

Disclaimer: see the damn prologue.

Now, chapter four! The debut of Albus Dumbledore! Among other things.

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"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" sounded the irate voice of one Professor Minerva McGonagall. "What did I tell you about NOT ANTAGONIZING YOUR PROFESSORS?"

"He started it," Harry said dully, knowing there was no way out of being punished for this.

"I don't care. You should have finished it, by not responding."

"Do your homework." Minerva said simply. "Then we will discuss how you will fix this mess you've landed yourself in."

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After finishing his assignments, Harry packed up his schoolbag and waited.

Minerva looked up at him. "When you get back to your dormitory, you will write out an apology to Professor Snape, and show it to be at breakfast. If I find it satisfactory, you will then deliver it to him personally. Am I understood?"

"Yes Auntie Min."

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Of course, his altercation with Snape made it to the ears of Albus Dumbledore.

When he heard of it, he had Ronald Weasley bring the boy to his office.

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When Ron went to deliver the message, he found Harry talking with the twins.

"Professor Dumbledore wants to see you, Harry."

"Alright. Later, Fred, George."

The twins, as one, waved as he left.

The younger redhead immediately started rambling about Quidditch. Harry tuned him out, until a question was asked.

"So what's your favorite team?"

"Don't have one."

"Ever seen a match?"

"Nope."

"Well you'll have to come to the next World Cup!"

"No thanks."

"What?"

"No. Thanks. I don't like Quidditch."

"How can you not like Quidditch?"

"Very easily."

"But you've never seen a game!"

"So?"

"So you can't not like something you've never seen!"

"Can and do."

Ron stared, openmouthed.

By now, they had reached Dumbledore's office.

The gargoyle sprang aside, and Harry walked through. It blocked Ron's entrance, however.

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Harry Potter was a cautious boy. He knew that there was an ulterior motive behind this visit, so when the headmaster offered him tea and lemon drops, he refused.

"So, my boy-"

"I don't really feel comfortable with you calling me that, sir." Harry interrupted.

"I knew you when you were a child." Dumbledore replied, as if that explained everything.

"That's nice and all but could you please not refer to me so informally until I know you?"

"Of course, m-Mr. Potter." Inwardly Dumbledore seethed. How dare this boy correct him? The great Albus Dumbledore!

"I heard you got into a little disagreement with Professor Snape the other day."

"He insulted my dad." Harry replied coolly, knowing he wasn't exactly supposed to know about Remus' 'furry little problem"

"Be that as it may, Ha-Mr. Potter, he is a professor, and should be treated with respect."

"Yes sir."

Albus, realizing that there was no further reason for the boy to stay, dismissed him.

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Sorry it's short. It's 2 am here and I have class tomorrow. Enjoy.

And to all my readers of PL: Another chapter will be up relatively soon. Look forward to it!