A/N: So, here's my first HP story. It's set about 11 years after book seven. Harry defeated
Voldemort and is now Head Master of Hogwarts. So here it goes.

He struck the door with his fist hard, tired of waiting in the rain. His black hair was for once flat, and completely plastered against his head. His emerald green eyes were shadowed by dark smudges: results of many sleepless nights. He lifted his arm, ready to knock again when the door finally opened. A woman who looked to be about 40 peered out at him.

"May I help you?" she asked in a small voice, her murky blond hair covering most of her face. He ran a hand through his own hair in annoyance.

"Yes. I'm looking for a girl called Theresa Savman. Is she here?" He saw her gray eyes harden.

"What do you want from her? She has done nothing to upset you," the woman said harshly. He sighed. The girl was probably a trouble maker of high talent. Many untrained witches and wizards were.

"She has not upset me," he said patiently. "In fact, I have a scholarship for her if she is willing to take it." The woman's face remained hard. If anything, she looked even more suspicious.

"Oh, so you do, do you," she said. He nearly groaned. God, it was freezing out.

"Can we talk about this inside?" he asked. He saw she was about to refuse. "Please. It's cold out here. I'm only trying to help." She sighed

"Very well." She opened the door wider for him, and he stepped inside, grateful for the warmth.

Inside it stunk. Really stunk. Like urine and dirty, sweaty humans. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. What a place to live. The woman closed the door behind him and led him down a hall, into a small room with a table in the middle. Surprisingly, he saw no children. He pulled out a chair, and sat down. The woman sat down too.

"First tell me, what is your name," she said, staring hard at him over the table.

"Harry Potter," he said honestly. There was no reason to lie to her. She nodded.

"Which school is it you are offering a scholarship for?" she prodded. This question was harder. He could not answer her truthfully.

"Droth Way," he said, altering the name. "It's in Ireland." She nodded again.

"Why have you chosen Theresa for this scholarship?" she asked.

"We have heard of her, shall we say, oddness." The woman glared at him, he ignored her.

"There is nothing wrong with her," she snapped. He felt an urge to roll his eyes at her, but resisted.

"I was not implying there was. We at Droth Way work with students such as her. We call the mentally gifted." He saw her eyes widen.

"There are others like her?" she asked. He nodded.

"I myself was one," he said. She was silent for a few moments. "I have a letter for her," he added.

"Show it to me," she demanded abruptly. He complied. It was forgery, of course. He could not let a muggle know of Hogwarts. The woman finished reading the letter, and handed it back to him. She nodded once, then rose to her feet.

"Come. The girls should be asleep." He was surprised that she had accepted so easily, but wasn't about to complain.

She led him down a different hall than the one they had come from, then stopped in front of a door. On it was written GIRLS in blue pen. I looked like a five year old had written it.

The woman opened the door quietly. He heard a few squeals, and saw girls jumping into their bunks. When the she turned on the light all of them had found a bed, and were pretending to sleep.

"Theresa!" she called. It was obvious none of the girls were asleep, so there was hardly a need to be quiet. He saw a bundle of blankets on a far bunk move, and a young girl emerged. She had been lying so still he hadn't even known anyone was there. He watched as she wrapped the blanket around herself, and walked gracefully towards them. The girls all around were staring with looks of fear on their faces.

He himself couldn't help but feel slightly apprehensive as he watched her. Lord Voldemort had come from an orphanage as well, and he had come to be feared so much that few dared even speak his name, therefor calling him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who. Until Harry had killed him only 11 years ago, Lord Voldemort had been considered the most evil wizard there ever was. Somehow, the way this girl moved reminded him of the hated wizard. He almost felt like killing her there and then, but knew that would be unreasonable. He knew nothing of her! And her would lose his position as Head Master, and perhaps be taken to Azkaban, the wizard prison. He was, in fact one of the youngest Head Masters in the long history of Hogwarts, a title he was proud of.

"Mistress Fetulis?" she said as the woman closed the door behind them. Her voice was soft and raspy, almost a whisper. It sent a shiver down his spine, and the fact that her face was still hidden by the shadow of her blanket did little to ease his nerves.

"Tessa, Mr. Potter says he has a scholarship for you," the woman, Mistress Fetulis, said lightly as they made their way back down the hall. She nodded at him, signaling for him to explain the rest.

Tilting her head slightly, the girl looked at him as a cat looks at a canary; a look filled with curiosity and hunger.

"Droth Way offers a program for mentally gifted children, like your self. The school is located in Ireland with beautiful surroundings." That sounded cheesy, he silently scolded himself. "Take a look at our brochure." He handed her a yellow pamphlet as they reached the table he had sat at earlier.

The girl glanced quickly at the red paper he had given her, then sat down, finally allowing the blanket to fall and reveal her face. There was nothing abnormal about it, but then what had he been expecting? If anything, she was more beautiful than he had been expecting, more innocent looking. She had large, almost silver blue eyes framed by long lashes and set beneath delicate eyebrows. A full mouth gave her a sensitive look that her small nose accented. Dark red hair framed her face, its silky texture reflecting the light and forming ringlets that fell more than half way down her back.

Soft... Red... Silky... Red like rose petals... Beautiful... Ginny... God, I love her...

"I'll go." Her soft voice startled him out of his thoughts.

"Pardon?"

"I'll go to your school. Isn't that what you wanted?" He blinked, then frowned lightly. He hadn't thought she would accept do willingly.

"Ah... Yes! If we may have a moment alone?" He addressed the question to Mistress Fertulis. She scowled, but rose all the same. Once they were alone, Harry turned Theresa.

"Are you sure you want to go? You would only be able to return here on holidays and it is hard work. You don't have to decide right now." She smiled sadly.

"Honestly, Mr. Potter, anything is better than here. If there are other kids like me where we are going it just makes it all better." He nodded. That was sort of how he had felt when he first heard of Hogwarts.

"Then, if you really are sure, there are a few things you need to know." He drew a deep breath before continuing. "First off, the school is called Hogwarts, not Droth Way and it is in England." He said, then went on to telling her about muggles and the many wonders of the world of magic.

"I'll come later to help you buy your school supplies," he said as he left. She nodded, still looking shocked, clutching her welcoming letter hard to her chest. He smiled, maybe she's not so bad at all. Slowly he made his way through the rain, then just vanished into thin air. For a long time, the red haired girl stared at the spot he had stood, trying to comprehend everything that had happened in the last hour.

I want to be like him...

A/N: Well, how was it? If it really sucks, feel free to tell me! Constructive criticism would be much welcomed. Please review!