Disciplines are good. But I will never ever teach a student a discipline again, since McGonagall is against my way to teach. Therefore I am now on my way to the deputy headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. In which case I am really fine, because this man loves me. But as I arrived at his classroom doors, I heard voices... unknown deep man voices.

But, I am me, so I just walked straight in there... and stopped abruptly. There was his normal classroom, the student tables, his table, the bones of a dragon hanging down from the wall as a decoration. But then there were these abstract people I didn't know. One red head, one bigger, a small but thicker one and, as I was surprised, a man with white hair, one blue and one brown eye and a wand in his left hand, directly pointing to Albus. My lovely Albus.
When I think back in time it was a really bad idea. But in the next moment I stepped between this blond guy and Albus, so if he shoot a spell I would take it.

„And who in Merlins name are you?"
The blond asked me and put down his wand. „I could ask you that, Mr. Threatening."
I was sooo dumb. Well, but if I weren't, there were no story to tell, right?