Hey everyone! This is my first story on , and I know it is pretty cliche, but I hope it will turn out somewhat decent. If you do happen to enjoy this very short chapter, please let me know. I'd love to know if any of you would like me to continue. I decided to write this mainly to improve my writing skills and flow, so hopefully if any of you notice mistakes or wish to give constructive criticism, you won't hesitate! Anyway...
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As I sat in the comfy chair facing the headmaster's desk, I couldn't help but dwell on my upcoming mission. When Dumbledore had first inquired if I would be interested in taking part in the quest, I declined without any hesitation- I mean it's practically suicide isn't it? Which leaves me wondering why I changed my mind and decided to accept his request. Was it the disappointment I saw in his eyes when I replied? Was it my eagerness to prove I'm a capable witch for my age, like Hermione? No, no it can't be those because as much as I respect Dumbledore, I wouldn't purposely throw myself into danger just for his sake (then again I suppose the whole wizarding world is at stake). As for the latter, I'm not a Gryffindor, so I have no reason to prove my courage or intelligence to others. With that out of the way, I guess I decided to accept because I have nothing to lose. Great. I've always heard people are more reckless when they have nothing to protect or go home to.
"Miss Jay, I see you're already prepared to leave," Dumbledore's voice pulled me out of my thoughts as he walked through the entrance to his office. His eyes, I noticed, did not sparkle with their usual youthful gleam; instead, they appeared serious and made him actually seem his age for once.
"I am, sir. I was just wondering if obliviating my memory is the best idea for the situation? I mean, I know nobody in the past can know where I'm from, but the thought of me not knowing that as well scares me and…" I would've continued my rambling if Dumbledore had not interrupted.
"Miss Jay, I assure you that after much thought and preparation, our plan is the most foolproof and safe. Not only will wiping your memory help you gain the trust of the professors and your target, but it will only be temporary, so you will not be in the dark forever. Is that okay?" Dumbledore looked down at me and smiled, probably trying to reassure me further.
"Yes, that's okay I guess. Are you sure I'm still the best witch for this job though? I mean Hermione Granger acts much more rationally and mature than I do, maybe she'd be better fit for the task." The words came out faster than I could consider them, revealing my true feelings and doubts to the headmaster.
"Once again, I can assure you that you're the perfect witch for this mission. I would not have asked you if you weren't. I do hope you still will go through with it like you promised?" Dumbledore turned around to gather supplies, but I could still imagine the questioning, yet amused face he was making.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I stood up, grabbed my bag, pocketed the envelope Dumbledore provided, and took the powder off of his desk.
Understanding that I was ready, Dumbledore nodded and said, "Okay Miss Jay, I wish you the best of luck. Remember, the traveling powder will both send you back and erase your memory for two weeks. I trust you remember how to use it, so whenever you're ready, you may go."
"T-thank you sir. I won't fail you, I promise." With that statement, I shakily lifted the powder up and let it sprinkle around me. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1942." As soon as I finished, I saw Dumbledore give me one last reassuring smile, and then everything went black.