The taste of vomit entered her mouth as she stared at the old headmaster of Hogwarts. She knew why she was there, and she wasn't too sure if she was happy about her arrival at night. She was not free-spirited growing up, and she admired the children her age as they could run freely around their streets and ride toy brooms to the park. Avery, now 19, lived a very sheltered life. Growing up her mother tried to provide for her as much as she could, under their circumstances. Dark brown hair swooped in front of her face as she bowed her head in the awkward silence.
"Do you realize, Avery that you are in grave danger?" Albus Dumbledore said as he peered over his half moon glasses. His voice was soft and tender, yet she knew he was very concerned about her.
"Yes, Professor, I do realize this. Yet, I am willing to fight. My powers have grown since the last time you have seen me. I learned to control the uncontrollable. I am more great then him." She whispered sadly. She didn't want her lifestyle. She never asked to have her gifts, she wish she never acquired them.
"If he ever finds out, he will search for you. I understand that your mother is safe in the muggle world?" Albus said as he turned his head to look outside his office window.
"Oh yes, she lives in a small town. She is very safe, she keeps to herself. Mother has always been that way, she has to be..." She bit her lip in fear of going on. She hated herself, she honestly did. Her bright green eyes were glossy, her puffy light pink lips were slightly scarred, from always biting down nervously, and her long dark brown hair was shiny and beautiful. She was a gorgeous girl, and she was so young, and she was so powerful.
"Tell me, my dear. Have you seen anything out of the normal lately? I'm sure he feels your strength."
"No. He believes I am dead, you know this, Professor."
Albus pulled his old body out of his large thrown and paced around his desk.
"I called you here tonight, Avery, in hopes you will join our staff here at Hogwarts. I contacted your mother about your wellbeing, and she agrees fully that you should stay here for awhile. She thinks you working here will show you that there is more to life then a small cabin. The staff knows that you are here tonight, and most of them are eager to meet you. I know that you keep to yourself, and that is fully up to you. But I am asking you to stay here, stay safe, and teach." Albus turned to her and smiled; He really was looking out for her wellbeing.
"I do not want to study children, Sir. I do not want to help children transform a monkey into a goblet, or teach potions, or teach the dark magic. If I teach here I would like to start a new subject." Avery's eyes went red for a second and she stood.
"A new subject? We have the subjects we need here at Hogwarts. I was thinking along the lines of joining transfiguration."
"I want to teach art."
"Muggle art?" Albus smiled and chuckled at the thought. No one has ever presented such an idea about a class.
Avery licked her lips nervously before going on, "Yes, muggle art. It's very different from wizard art, muggle art doesn't move, and you must be patient with it."
Avery watched as the headmaster thought for a few moments, then a broad smile crossed his face.
"Wonderful. Your idea is amazing, my dear. But first, we must have a meeting with the staff to see if they agree or not. Most will agree, I believe."
She nodded her head; he had accepted her idea of a class! Avery smiled at her elder before sighing. She clicked her fingers together and a bright blue flame erupted in the middle of her palm.
Albus started at her in amazement. He had never seen such an odd gift given to such a young girl. He watched as Avery played with the blue flame before making a fist and the flame disappeared.
"You are, one of a kind, Avery Paige. I am still amazed at what you are capable of." Albus said as he walked over to the standing girl and put a hand on her shoulder. "Welcome to the team of Hogwarts. You will do fine. The students will love you." He smiled and walked over to his desk and sat down in his large thrown.
"We must have you sorted first. To figure out which house you should be put in."
"Yes, I remember." She smiled and sat down as well.
Albus stood up and picked up the dusty ripped hat and walked over to her. The hat began to move and spoke wildly.
"You live in the cross bounds of live and death. You should not be walking as a witch, nor be floating as a ghost. A house is not fit for your nature, and your talents far exceed most." The sorter went dead silent, and Albus looked at her strangely.
"Apparently you can not be placed into a house." He said as he placed the hat back on its stand. "This is very odd, as no one has ever not been placed into a house. You are different, and as the hat said you are in the cross bound between life and death." Avery stared at him very confused.
"Sir, what does that mean?" She said as she looked over to the hat. That damn hat was a stupid piece of shit and she never liked it, even growing up. Her first experience with the hat was almost as bad as the one she was having at the moment.
"The sorter was trying to say that you are not supposed to be alive, nor are you supposed to be dead. You should have died that night your father tried killing you, and yet you did not. You overcame death and overcame life."
"So, I'm alive yet dead?" She laughed and thought about that for a moment.
"Oh no. You cannot be killed easily, and yet, you cannot live easily. It is a very complicated thing to describe, and I'm not too sure as to why the sorter could not efficiently put you in a house."
"That stupid hat never was able to put me in a house. I was the only damn student that stood there without a house until Professor Welching took me into his house."
"Slytherin was a good house for you, yet you could have been placed into any house. But as this was all said tonight, we must sleep on it all." Albus said as he stood up and opened his office door. "Sleep tight, Miss. Paige."
And that was that, she stood outside his door after her abrupt dismissal and thought about her crazy night. The thought came to her mind as to where she was supposed to sleep. Fear rose over her, sleeping on the stairs would not be good, and seeing her in a bad mood would be even worse. She pounded loudly on his door and it swung open.
"Yes, I forgot as well. You will be staying in the east chambers. Room five." He smiled at her then shut the door again; what a help he was.
Avery walked through the dark hallways of Hogwarts until she found the east chambers. The number five door had a large black brass door that had a large peacock doorknocker. She sighed and then opened the door, and found herself in such a beautiful room her breath was caught in her throat. The room was lit by many candles; pictures of white peacocks were arranged around the entrance walls. A large white carpet rug stretched from in front of the door and led its way into another room. She followed the carpet into the next room which came to be a large sitting room. White couches with gold trimming were placed around the room and an oversized chair sat next to the blazing fire. A large circular rug was placed in the middle of the room with a coffee table onto of it. The walls were painted a warm vanilla color, and the walls were once again filled with peacock paintings, yet most of the peacocks in these paintings were colorful. She walked out of the sitting room and found herself in a large bedroom. In the middle of the room stood a beautiful dark wood four poster bed; silk white bed sheets and quilt were placed onto of the bed, and a large trunk stood at the base of the bed. She walked over to the trunk and saw that this was the trunk she had brought along with her on her journey to Hogwarts. Two oversized bed stands stood on both sides of the bed, and a large dresser stood on the opposite wall with a large mirror connected to it. Tall windows stood proudly against the warm painted walls, and were dressed beautifully with white lace curtains. A smile crossed Avery's face at the sight of her bedroom. A door stood at the very end of the room, and she gladly trotted over to it. The door was glass, and had carvings of mermaids engraved onto it. She smiled and pushed the door open and found herself in a bathroom the size of a locker room. At her right was a large bathtub that sat inside the ground, it reminded her of a large pool. Faucets stood proudly next to the bath tub and were covered in all types of rubies. On the other side of the bathroom was a toilet that looked like a thrown, and on the other wall was the vanity with a large mirror. White fluffy towels hung on the walls by the beaks of what looked like large birds, and a large light green rug was placed in the middle of the bathroom. Many portraits of mermaids were placed around the room; each mermaid had different colored hair and two of the mermaids had a different colored skin tone.
Avery never experienced such a place in her entire life. Teachers sure did live in luxury, and now she was glad she had become a teacher.
She undressed and placed her clothes in a chair in her bedroom and passed out in her soft bed.