Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, or any characters, plots and locations you may recognise from the series.
The inspiration for the fic came from watching a Fan Made Harry Potter Prequel called "The Greater Good". It is what could have conspired in the duel between Aberforth, Dumbledore and Grindelwald that ended with Arianna Dying.
11 year old Larissa Cane smiled sweetly as her mother gushed about how she looked simply gorgeous in her new periwinkle gown. It had taken some persuasion (aka blackmail) to convince her father to buy it for her to wear on her birthday, and she didn't regret how she used her knowledge of her fathers... extracurricular activities with his secretary to get what she wanted. All she could think about was the jealous glares she would receive from the females as she gallivanted around the street, as her mother pulled her through the shops to get the ingredients necessary for dinner that night.
Larissa frowned at the creases her mother had put into the dress from her fingers, and as if by magic, they immediately disappeared. Feeling immensely satisfied, Larissa smiled into the mirror. With the straight blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders, her slim figure, her deep blue eyes and long thick lashes, she was the perfect image of a perfect angel.
Bang bang
Larissa sighed, irritated, as the door knocker pulled her out of her musings. Her mother went out to answer. Larissa could hear voices, but not what was being said. The person who wasn't her mother however, sounded like a man. "Larissa? Can you come in here honey?" Larissa grimaced, not wanting to take her eyes off of the beautiful girl in the mirror. "Coming mother" she said and walked to the lounge room where she knew her mother would be with the guest.
When she first walked in, the first thing she noticed was what the man was wearing. He's pants and blazer were purple, his shirt red and his tie was yellow with green polka dots. He wore polished black shoes, and his auburn beard was graying. "Miss Cane I presume?" Trying to hide her disgust at the awful colour combinations on the tie, she held out her hand which he took.
And shook.
Larissa shouldn't have felt surprised. It would have been strange if he kissed the back of it. "And you are?" She enquired politely as they both sat. "Albus Dumbledore. I am here to offer you a position at a school for the gifted." Mr Dumbledore said with a kind smile. Larissa was genuinely curious, so curious in fact, she forgot her manners for a second. "Tell me more" she demanded.
Her mother was shocked "Larissa!" She scolded.
Mr Dumbledore waved her off, his eyes twinkling. "There is nothing wrong with the curiousness of youth" he said "it is the only way they learn after all" He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a thick envelope.
"Some of your questions shall be answered" Mr Dumbledore said as Larissa delicately prised it open, and unfolded the thick parchment within. She read it, and looked up. "Your joking aren't you?" "Larissa!" Her mother gasped. Once again Mr Dumbledore waved her aside.
"No I am not Miss Cane." He said. "Prove it" she said. "As you wish" he said humbly, and from within his sleeve, pulled a thin stick. "Mr Dumbledore what are you doing?" Larissa mother asked with a frown.
Like Larissa expected, Mr Dumbledore smiled at her. "Proving to your daughter that magic is indeed real." And while her mother was frozen in shock, Mr Dumbledore waved his stick, and the coffee table rose into the air. Larissa nearly choked on her spit. Slowly, the table began to lower itself, and once firmly on the ground, Mr Dumbledore looked at her expectantly.
There was silence and Mr Dumbledore frowned before tapping his stick slightly against his knee. "She's going!" Her mother blurted out recovering from her shock. Mr Dumbledore smiled.
Larissa whipped her head around "Mother! We don't know anything else yet and you already want to ship me off?" Her mother stood up. "Think of all the things you could achieve Larissa, and I'll be damned if you decline an opportunity like this!" Larissa nearly gaped at her usually soft spoken mother.
She turned to Mr Dumbledore with a slight feeling he may have had a hand in what had just conspired. "I'm in" she told him. His blue eyes twinkled.
"Excellent"
