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A/N : English is not my mother language, my apologies for any faults. Also, I'm going to try to update every week or every two weeks at least. Have fun reading and (just a reminder) I really really love reviews!
Prologue : How to convince Ariana Winter
Dumbledore watched from a distance at a beautiful white house, in the middle of the green woods. It was summer, and he could see the sun through the leaves of the trees. He sighed and kept looking at the house. He knew who lived there. He knew why she lived there. But it was time for her to come out of her hiding place.
Slowly, he walked towards the house. As soon as he set his foot in the iron gates of the garden, he could feel the magic. The ward she'd put up to protect her, were very strong. No doubt, he would have to have VERY good reasons for her to come with him to Hogwarts. He walked to the dark wooden door and opened it. He expected to see noone, but he was wrong. There was a girl, in front of the stairs, looking at him. The girl was beautiful. She had long, brown hair, with lovely curls. Her skin was almost transparant and she had the most remarkable ice-blue eyes. She was extremely thin, but built athleticly.
Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. The girl continued to watch. She didn't do anything. Dumbledore tried again to say something, but found that he couldn't. He looked at the girl, again. As if he was waiting for her for permission. She gave him a small not, as to say 'you may continue'. He opened his mouth again, and this time he could say something.
'My dear, I was hoping I could convince you to come with me to Hogwarts. I'm sure you will like it there. You'll be able to make friends!' The girl waited a few moments before saying something. 'Just like the last times, Albus? Do I have to remind you of 50 years ago? Or 20, perhaps? Do you think it is fun to make friends and then watch them die? One by one? Because I don't think so. I recommend you turn around and get away from me and my house.' Dumbledore sighed. 'I knew it would be difficult.. But I might have a few other reasons for you to go there. You know, not all of your friends are dead. Severus is still alive and teaches potions. And of course, you have James and Lily's kid, Harry. Oh! And I found Charles the other day. He wants to see you again. You don't have to hide from him, do you?' 'Am I allowed to say that these are horrible reasons to come back? Do you think that Severus will not recognise me? Do you think that he will be pleased with the fact that I never told him who I really am? What do you think about Harry? What do you think that I will feel when I see him? Do you think that I won't feel guilty about Lily and James? And no, I don't have a reason to hide from Charles, but every time that I look at him, I have to think about the dangers when a certain dark wizard finds out. It is hard to live with these feelings, Albus.' Dumbledore remained silent. After a few moments, he tried again. 'What about your education?' The girl snorted. 'What education? I know everything I need to know. In fact, I know more than I need to know. I know way too much. I've seen way too much. So no, education is not really what I would say a 'valuable argument'.'
Dumbledore sighed and watched outside. 'A valuable argument, you said. Is it a valuable argument when I say that the wizarding world needs you? Is it a valuable argument to say that we need you to at least train Harry? He needs help. He can't do this alone.' 'I'm sure he has friends. Besides, we both know what my criteria are for a.. Well, let's call it a student. And we both know what happens if a student is not what I want him or her to be.' Dumbledore watched at the young girl again. 'Ah.. But what if Charles was there to help you?'
