AN: Hello, this is my first fanfic. I'd like you guys to tear it apart viciously, pick apart every plot hole you can, and call my OC's Mary-Sues and Gary-Stus at every opportunity. I really want to improve, and the wonderful, judgemental reviewers of are there to help me. While being reasonable of course. =_= I love you guys. Don't forget to criticize the fact that I started the story at 1st year along with Harry, so that it would be easy to keep in continuity with the canon!

Anyway, I'm afraid this is one of those fanfics that focuses on a bunch of horrible OC's in a popular universe, and only really mentions the main characters in the background. I will take your spotlight, Harry! *shakes fist* If I feel like it then I'll bring some canon characters into the greater narrative. Maybe. Most likely.

I hope you guys enjoy my story, I intend to write many different ones here on , and remember: Tear it apart!

Chapter 1

Brenda and Frank Bearski walked nervously into Dumbledore's office. They recalled their own experiences at Hogwarts; well, Frank did at least. Brenda, however, had been educated at Beauxbatons, and had only heard of Dumbledore second-hand from her husband, who was quite the elaborator, and was quite good of convincing himself of his stories too. As a result, they were sure that the smiling old man sitting in front of them was ready to eat them alive at a moment's notice.

"Why, you two look like you're fresh from class, ready to receive detention. Please, take a seat." Dumbledore's warm, friendly voice calmed them a little, and they pulled up a comfy lounge-chair each.

"Well, sir, our daughter-" Frank was interrupted suddenly by Dumbledore.

"Please, do call me Albus. This 'sir' business makes me feel about a hundred years old, and I want to leave that for my next birthday. Frank Bearski, correct?" An expression like he'd met the greatest psychic in the world fluttered over Frank's face, his wife praying that Dumbledore wasn't going to turn his 'Psychic Eye' on to her. Dumbledore, needless to say, found their reactions priceless. 'I love doing that to old students.' He thought. "Please, continue."

"W-well, s-Albus, our daughter Kim is going to be enrolling at the start of next term, and-"

"Ah, Kim!" Dumbledore interrupted again. "I'm sure she will be a fantastic student, I look forward to welcoming her to the school."

"Um, well, a-actually…" Frank glanced at his wife as if to say; I tried, it's your turn now. Brenda made her attempt. Her mind was now relatively at ease, having seen Dumbledore interacting cheerfully with her husband.

"Albus, our daughter really… really likes muggle technology." Dumbledore cocked an eyebrow and took the opportunity to speak.

"I apologise, I'm not very up-to-date with, err… computers, I think they're called?"

"Yes, computers. Kim is very, very involved with her computer." Dumbledore frowned ever so slightly.

"Well, I'm sorry, but we can't allow muggle technology in the school grounds. They tend to bring some form of tracking… thing, device? With them, and other… complications. We have a powerful charm cast all around the grounds that kills all such things, and we don't have much intent of making exceptions…"

"But-" Frank spoke again, but he was silenced by a little glare from his wife.

"She loves that thing, Albus. We were concerned at first, but we think that she could become an expert on muggle technology. If she doesn't want to follow that career path (of course, no-one really knows what she'll do when she's older), then…" Brenda blocked the flow from her mouth for a second, before starting up again. "It'll make the change from relating to a computer, to relating to humans easier." Silence reigned for a few seconds, before Dumbledore responded.

"Well, you present a good argument. How about a deal?" Frank and Brenda's ears pricked and they grew hopeful. "I wish to interview her. I will determine if I will allow her this computer, and if I allow it, I'll get an expert in to help me block communication with the muggle world, and make sure that her little device is perfectly immune to our little charm." Dumbledore smiled warmly at the two grateful people in front of him.

"Thank you, Albus." Frank and Brenda rose and left Dumbledore's office, both exhaling in relief.

"It's nice having visitors." Dumbledore commented to himself, turning the very brown room into his usual residence with a flick of his wand. Fawkes fluttered down from his perch, which had been temporarily moved to the top of a bookcase, to rest on Dumbledore's outstretched finger. He made a couple of small twittering noises. "Oh, I agree, Fawkes. If they'd seen the office as usual, they might've just had kittens." He smiled at recalling Frank and Brenda's faces when they first sat down. He pushed his copper-y spectacles up his nose, and returned to reading the document he was working on.