Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter except the plot and Sorcière.
A/N Yes I know the chapters are incredibly short, but here is the way I write. I refuse to go on blabbering absolute nonsense when I come to a perfect spot to end a chapter or section. I am not going to ruin a piece of hard earned writing by fulfilling the decent chapter length by four million people so sadly you are just going to have to put up with short chapters coming in sets of two or three, but who knows maybe one day I'll make some huge chapter and then you won't be expecting it. Read and Review please! (No flames...well at least be gentle I have a fragile personality...lol)
Arrendi
Chapter 1: Friends Return
A silent figure glided down the dark hallway of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Cloaked and shadowed the persons face was not visible but beneath the hem of the cloak black leather boots could be seen. Suddenly Peeves the poltergeist swooped down upon the figure intent upon getting the person in trouble in these dark times. The figure however, never stopped walking.
"Ooo is this ickle studikins out for a late night walk? Or perhaps an evil snake seeking threw this hall of good?" Peeves cackled and took a breath to yell out an alarm, but he never did.
"If you dare to breathe a word of my appearance Peeves I will personally see to it that you take a most painful root to hell." The figure hissed. Peeves stopped in mid air shocked at being told down by someone he could not even see. The figure continued to the end of the hall and stopped. If it went forward it would go to Professor Dumbledore's office and living area, but if it turned right it would end up at Gryffindor Tower where Harry Potter was sleeping restlessly. The figure stood as if in thought and then took three steps forward in order to be close enough to the gargoyle statue that it could whisper and still be allowed to enter.
"Fizzing Whizbees." whispered the figure. The gargoyle obediently jumped aside to allow the figure to pass into the moving stairwell beyond. Slowly the stairwell took it to the doorway of the headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts. Sighing the figure entered the doorway and headed to the bedroom. As it opened the door and slid into the shadows the elderly gentlemen within sat bolt upright in bed and grabbed his wand.
"Who's there?" the man called out "Who dares enter without permission? Speak!"
"A much tighter shift your running Professor." said a calm female voice sending shivers down Dumbledore's spine. That voice had been long gone, disappeared sixteen years ago.
"Who impersonates one of our own?" whispered Professor Dumbledore his voice strong and unafraid.
The voice snickered and stepped into the small pool of light cast by his wand "I don't do a very good impersonation of myself...I just be myself."
"My god....Sorcière."