Chapter 1: Meetings and Greetings

~the first chappie of my new story its in book 4~

. i dont own the books or the characters.


A tall man rushed down the noon streets of Hogsmeade people parting for him as he passed by his long black cloak fluttering behind him. He seemed to be in a hurry, so people politely got out of his way though it was partly because of his height which made him loom over everyone else.

Cursing to himself the man tried not to break out into a panicked run as he neared his destination, The Three Broomsticks. He slowed down as he reached the entrance, hesitating as he reached forward to open the door. Breathing in deeply he looked at his reflection in the pup window.

His coal black hair was spiky, and he could see the remnants of glitter sparkling in it. He was wearing a long black travel coat and slightly tight black pants that reached just below his knee and were tucked into black combat boots that looked worse for wear with smudges of mud trailing up the side.

He smirked at his window, his reflection doing the same as he surveyed himself, his green gold eyes sparkling in amusement. 'The kids rubbing off on me' he thought snickering as he imagined his boyfriend back home who always seemed to be draped in black clothing even after his many protests.

'Well now or never' he thought his face relaxing back into its usual lazy smirk as he confidently pushed the door open. Inside he was greeted by quiet mummer of voices and the occasional scrap of chairs along the worn wooden floor.

All in all he thought he scanned the pace it was a nice homely place with a lively and comfortable feeling to it. His eyes now rested on the occupants of the the said pup and as his eyes swept over the crowd one man in particular caught his eye and he knew straight away that this was the man who had requested his presence.

Dumbledore patiently sat in his sit, his eyes regarded the odd group in across from him. Snape sat rigid with his arms crossed his face the opposite of Dumbledore, looking around impatiently and sometimes commenting the tardiness of the person they were waiting for.

Mc Gonnagall sat beside, also looking impatient thought her was less obvious, but Dumbledore could tell by the set line of her lips which were pursed in distain. On Snape's other side sat Hagrid, who was the complete opposite of the two and seemed to be enjoying his mead as he sat back relaxed in his wooden chair.

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile at Hagrid as he raised his glass up towards his lips, even in a situation like this one could still rely on Hagrid for comfort. "Where is he?", snapped Snape his eyes darting around the room. Dumbledore never got to answer for at that precise moment the door swung open and a tall young man entered the room.

One or two people looked up, but quickly looked down when they saw nothing of interest, besides an exceedingly tall man. The man scanned the room before his eyes focused on Dumbledore and there was no doubt in Dumbledore's mind that this was the man who's help he had requested.

The lazy grin that was present on his face seemed to grow even bigger as he swaggered towards the table. "Well", he said his voice smooth "I believe you are..Albus Dumbledore, right", the remark wasn't a question it was a statement. "Well then you guessed right", Dumbledore chuckled standing up to greet his guest.

"Magnus Bane", he greeting eyeing the wizard standing in front of him. 'He seems young, but the again looks can be deceiving' Dumbledore thought remembering Tom Riddle when he was younger "Please sit", Dumbledore insisted motioning towards the chair between Hagrid and him.

Magnus quickly looked at the group his odd cat like eyes flickering between the others who had been strangely quiet during the exchange before he shrugged it off and 'gracefully' plopped down into his sit, his sore back groaning in the process.

"I'm sorry I took so long, I encountered a few..problems on the way here", he told them his eyes locking with Snapes across the table. Snape glared at him his eyes narrowing in anger. "Well, you have told us instead of making us wait for 40 minutes", Snape growled sharply, glowering at the man across from him.

"Sorry", Magnus said shortly, though Dumbledore could tell he didn't mean it at all. "Now can we get down to business gents, no offense", he said smiling at Mc Gonnagall when he said the last part. "I'm not sure this is the best place to talk business", he replied slowly looking around the room.

"Why don't we discuss this in one of the back rooms", he continued, calling over a pretty woman by the name of Madam Rosmerta who seemed to be the owner of the pup. "This way please", she said straightening up and proceeding to walk through a door a little left to the bar.


~i know its short but its just an indroduction, plz review and favourite:D~