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The Traveler
It was a sunny summer day in Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. The school, usually filled with noisy crowds of students, ghosts and many things that may seems for the very least "strange" to any non- magical person or, commonly called, muggle. But now, the school was empty, or was it? A grey shape was walking the path leading to the great doors with winged boars on each sides. As it zoomed in, an old man looking down from a window in a tower saw that it was someone, short but fit, cloaked and hooded and walking casually towards the big magical castle. As it reached it, it magically opened and revealed a stone stairway. The hooded figure climbed it, making no footstep sounds, and knocked the wooden doors. A severe looking witch opened.
-How may I help you?
-I wish to meet the head master, please, said a sad and young female voice.
-Is he expecting you?
-It will be fine, Minerva, said headmaster Dumbledore. I believe you are one who sent me an owl earlier referring herself as a Traveler?
-I am.
-Then I was expecting you. Let's go to my office. Will you mind if professor McGonagall joins us?
-Not at all.
All three walked towards a gargoyle.
-Ice cream, said the headmaster as the statue started moving.
A little later, they all sat in a big room with many sleeping portraits on its walls.
-Sorry to ask it this way, but you will understand that with the recent events we have to be careful with stranger, so what exactly do you want?
-First of all, I wish to join you against Voldemort.
Professor McGonagall bit her lips as she heard the name of the one-who-must- not-be-named.
-A very noble wish, said Dumbledore. How could you help us?
-Second, I can't tell you either my real name or where I am from. Let just say I am a traveler and I have some personal reasons to fight Voldemort. And I...
She was cut by a man with very oily hair walking very fast into the office.
-Sorry, headmaster, I have failed.
Dumbledore looked very disappointed by hearing that.
-You have done all you can Severus.
-And it was not enough, added professor Snape.
The Traveler turned her head to face him. He looked her with disgust and her hood was completely covering her face, so he didn't knew she was looking him with the same disgust.
-Who exactly are you?
-I am a traveler.
-A traveler that doesn't have a name?
-My name is not important, professor Snape.
-How do you know my last name since the headmaster called me by my first name? asked Snape with a low suspicious voice.
-I know many things about many people.
Snape looked her again with disgust as she turned her head back to Dumbledore.
-I doubt that someone who keeps her face hidden is trust worthy, headmaster. I suggest that...
-No, Severus, let her speak. What do you have in mind?
-Well, I do know you gathered back the former member of what you once called the Phoenix Order. Since I have a personal revenge to take on Voldemort and your goal is to bring him down, I trust we can ally ourselves.
-Personal revenge? asked the deputy headmistress.
-He killed two of my friends, made killed one more and two more are not the same since what he did to them.
-An interesting point of view, said Dumbledore. But again, what can you do to help us?
-I then made lots of research on combat spells and curses and I could teach it to the student. I also have some advices on how protect that school since it is more likely to be attacked. I guess I can postulate for the available Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher job.
-Let's try it then, said Snape.
He raised his arm with his wand in his hand and shouted «STUPE...» And was cut by a blast from the Traveler's wand, which she had casually raised over her shoulder and point behind her. By the effect it had on Snape, it was the Expelliarmus spell since Snape's wand landed on Dumbledore's desk. McGonagall looked shocked but both professor Snape's behavior and the Traveler's surprising reflexes. Dumbledore shot a don't-do-that-again look at a still confused Snape and said:
-Well! You got the job and I'd like to hear your ideas about how to protect the school!
-Okay then, she said turning around. But I'd like to talk first to the headmaster only, she added looking at McGonagall and Snape.
The two wizards left after the potion master took his wand back and whispered some threatening words.
-Now that we are alone, tell me, young one, what are you expecting from Hogwarts and why are you wearing that?
-To tell the truth, I have a terrible secret and I'd like it to stay secret until it has to be revealed.
-We all have secrets, added Dumbledore, things we don't want people to know. That's why it is called a secret. But that's not the point of hiding yourself that way.
The Traveler, which the cloak had sleeves over her hands and her face was fully covered by her hood was indeed looking like hiding herself.
-I know, she said lifting up her hood and showing her face. Now listen carefully to my story
Dumbledore, known to know about everything and not being surprised by anything was shocked by what he saw and listened to what the young and sad woman said.
The Traveler
It was a sunny summer day in Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. The school, usually filled with noisy crowds of students, ghosts and many things that may seems for the very least "strange" to any non- magical person or, commonly called, muggle. But now, the school was empty, or was it? A grey shape was walking the path leading to the great doors with winged boars on each sides. As it zoomed in, an old man looking down from a window in a tower saw that it was someone, short but fit, cloaked and hooded and walking casually towards the big magical castle. As it reached it, it magically opened and revealed a stone stairway. The hooded figure climbed it, making no footstep sounds, and knocked the wooden doors. A severe looking witch opened.
-How may I help you?
-I wish to meet the head master, please, said a sad and young female voice.
-Is he expecting you?
-It will be fine, Minerva, said headmaster Dumbledore. I believe you are one who sent me an owl earlier referring herself as a Traveler?
-I am.
-Then I was expecting you. Let's go to my office. Will you mind if professor McGonagall joins us?
-Not at all.
All three walked towards a gargoyle.
-Ice cream, said the headmaster as the statue started moving.
A little later, they all sat in a big room with many sleeping portraits on its walls.
-Sorry to ask it this way, but you will understand that with the recent events we have to be careful with stranger, so what exactly do you want?
-First of all, I wish to join you against Voldemort.
Professor McGonagall bit her lips as she heard the name of the one-who-must- not-be-named.
-A very noble wish, said Dumbledore. How could you help us?
-Second, I can't tell you either my real name or where I am from. Let just say I am a traveler and I have some personal reasons to fight Voldemort. And I...
She was cut by a man with very oily hair walking very fast into the office.
-Sorry, headmaster, I have failed.
Dumbledore looked very disappointed by hearing that.
-You have done all you can Severus.
-And it was not enough, added professor Snape.
The Traveler turned her head to face him. He looked her with disgust and her hood was completely covering her face, so he didn't knew she was looking him with the same disgust.
-Who exactly are you?
-I am a traveler.
-A traveler that doesn't have a name?
-My name is not important, professor Snape.
-How do you know my last name since the headmaster called me by my first name? asked Snape with a low suspicious voice.
-I know many things about many people.
Snape looked her again with disgust as she turned her head back to Dumbledore.
-I doubt that someone who keeps her face hidden is trust worthy, headmaster. I suggest that...
-No, Severus, let her speak. What do you have in mind?
-Well, I do know you gathered back the former member of what you once called the Phoenix Order. Since I have a personal revenge to take on Voldemort and your goal is to bring him down, I trust we can ally ourselves.
-Personal revenge? asked the deputy headmistress.
-He killed two of my friends, made killed one more and two more are not the same since what he did to them.
-An interesting point of view, said Dumbledore. But again, what can you do to help us?
-I then made lots of research on combat spells and curses and I could teach it to the student. I also have some advices on how protect that school since it is more likely to be attacked. I guess I can postulate for the available Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher job.
-Let's try it then, said Snape.
He raised his arm with his wand in his hand and shouted «STUPE...» And was cut by a blast from the Traveler's wand, which she had casually raised over her shoulder and point behind her. By the effect it had on Snape, it was the Expelliarmus spell since Snape's wand landed on Dumbledore's desk. McGonagall looked shocked but both professor Snape's behavior and the Traveler's surprising reflexes. Dumbledore shot a don't-do-that-again look at a still confused Snape and said:
-Well! You got the job and I'd like to hear your ideas about how to protect the school!
-Okay then, she said turning around. But I'd like to talk first to the headmaster only, she added looking at McGonagall and Snape.
The two wizards left after the potion master took his wand back and whispered some threatening words.
-Now that we are alone, tell me, young one, what are you expecting from Hogwarts and why are you wearing that?
-To tell the truth, I have a terrible secret and I'd like it to stay secret until it has to be revealed.
-We all have secrets, added Dumbledore, things we don't want people to know. That's why it is called a secret. But that's not the point of hiding yourself that way.
The Traveler, which the cloak had sleeves over her hands and her face was fully covered by her hood was indeed looking like hiding herself.
-I know, she said lifting up her hood and showing her face. Now listen carefully to my story
Dumbledore, known to know about everything and not being surprised by anything was shocked by what he saw and listened to what the young and sad woman said.