Chapter 1
"But Mrs. Greene, I didn't do anything. It wasn't me, really! I'm telling the truth this time!" I argued.
"Now Lokian, I know that you did it," Mrs. Greene said. "I may be old, but I'm not stupid. Now, I said go to the principal's office"
"Fine," I sighed as I slide out the door. I make sure to take my time walking down the hallway toward the principals office. I always feel like I'm walking to my death when I walk this part of the hallway. But then again, I'm just going to see my dad. Maybe thats what makes this all worse. He won't be surprised to see me.
As I walk into the office, I notice my dad's door is closed, which could only mean that he is busy. I plop down on the seats right outside his office, expecting to have a little bit of a wait. Boy, was I wrong. As soon as I sat down and let out a long sigh, the door opens up and Dad sticks his head out. "I wasn't expecting you, but I must say, nice timing," he says with a grin. This can't be good. He gestures for me to come in.
I walk in and close the door behind me and notice that we aren't alone. Sitting in his office are 4 kids, not much older than me if I had to guess, and one really really old guy. I stand there awkwardly as Dad walks around and sits down behind his desk. Everyone is staring at me. I try to give my dad a "what the hell?" look, but in my way is this irritatingly blonde guy. "Move, please," I say with my hands on my hips. He gives me a one over and tries to copy my stance, and with attitude says, "No." I roll my eyes. "Move or I will break your pretty little nose," I say, with the upmost sincerity and my most genuine sarcastic smirk. The boy looks shocked but moves out of my way while muttering, "Okay, okay. I'm going, jeez." I pat him on the shoulder, "Thanks, pretty boy." Ignoring all the stares, I walk over to the mini fridge that Dad keeps stocked and grab a soda. As I pop the top, I turn and look at the man on the other side of the desk. He is tall, with a long gray beard and deep set wrinkles. "So, Mr. Hanes, I know why I was sent up here, but why were you so happy to see me? And, no offense, but who are all these people?" I ask. I pull up a chair next to my dad and take a long exaggerated sip of my soda. "Lokian," Mr. Hanes begins, "this is Professor Albus Dumbledore. He is the headmaster at a very special school. One that you will be attending starting next week. And he knows our history so you don't have to call me Mr. Hanes. The kids he brought with him are students at this school." My jaw drops. I look back and forth between my father, Mr. Dumbledore, and these students. "Excuse me?!" I exclaim. "I know that I get in trouble a lot, but you don't have to send me away! I will behave from now on, I swear, Daddy." I can feel the tears starting to swell my eyes and I try to blink them away. Dad lays a hand on my shoulder and gently says, "Loki, darling, I am not sending you away. Do you remember the conversation that you and I had after your 11th birthday? The one where I told you what you really are?" Just when I get my jaw put back on its hinges, it drops again. I look over at the other people in the room and back at my dad. I can't believe he just brought that up in front of these strangers. "Dad? Now, really?" He smiles "Loki, Professor Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts. Remember our talk? I told you about Hogwarts and how one day you would more than likely attend?" Of course I remembered the conversation, but that didn't mean that I was comfortable talking about this right now, in front of people I don't know. "The time has come, my dear. Professor Dumbledore has come to talk to you about your transfer. He brought these students because he wanted to make you feel more comfortable." I was a little overwhelmed, honestly, but I nodded at my dad.
The professor cleared his throat in attempt to gain my attention. I looked over at him, the tears in my eyes slowly spilling over. "Loki, I understand that this can be a really confusing time, but I want to assure you that Hogwarts will be lucky to have such a gifted witch as yourself. And I'm sure that there are things that you are interested in learning. Hogwarts is the place to learn those things. For many years Hogwarts has been the school that many young witches and wizards have come to learn and master their magic. I am hoping that it can be that place for you." I sat there for a minute looking at the professor. I realized that my dad had grabbed my hand and was holding on tight. His hand around mine made me feel safe. "But Dad," I whined, "all of my friends are here. I have been going to Arrowwood since kindergarten. I don't wanna leave my friends." He smiled gently. Tightening his had around mine he said, "Do you remember the other part of our conversation?" At first I didn't understand. His eyes were wide, waiting. All of the sudden it clicked. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped for the third time in 10 minutes. Dad smiled and slowly nodded.
"Loki, I would like to introduce the students I have brought with me today," Professor Dumbledore said. I pulled my eyes away from my dad slowly. I looked over at the old man. "This is Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and this is Harry Potter." As he named each name, the corresponding kid waved. When he got to Harry, I didn't think this conversation could get anymore interesting. "And, children, this is Lokian 'Loki' Potter." I blush and turn my head slightly as everyone in the room quietly gasps. In true family fashion, Harry's jaw dropped. "Excuse me, Professor, but did you just say 'Potter'?" Hermione asked. "I did indeed, Hermione." I turn back to look at the small crowd in front of me. Harry was looking at me with so much intention that it was making me uncomfortable. "But I thought your last name was Hanes," Harry said, looking at my dad. "Wouldn't that make her last name Hanes? I am confused. I heard you call him 'Daddy'." Harry had a look of complete confusion on his face. The red-head, Ron they called him, spoke for the first time, "What in the bloody hell is going on, Professor?"
"I was really hoping to do this a little more delicately, but I guess this will have to do," the old man said. "Hermione, Ron, Draco, could you please wait outside. I believe that the rest of us need to have a conversation." He motioned towards the door. Draco started to protest, saying something about how he couldn't miss this, but one look from the old man he swore under his breath but left the room with the others. "Harry, I think you might want to sit for this," my father said. Harry looked at Dumbledore first, but when he nodded, Harry sat. "May I leave? Please?" I said. Dad just looked at me. I knew that look. I rolled my eyes but stayed seated.