i do not own any of J.K. Rowlings characters from Harry Potter, they are all hers, etc,etc
um this is my first ever story written, please be gentle :P it will be in chapters and its a story about my Oc Mika Chi and her life in the magic world
Inquiry
Green flames burst into life. The polished dark wooden floor reflected the flames as a pair of high-heeled buckled boots stepped from the gilded fireplace, into the deserted corridor. A long purple cloak swept the ground as these boots began to move. The sound of footsteps echoed the vacant corridor alongside the sound of rushing water. From the darken corridor stepped a very peculiar man, he was tall, thin and very old. His long slivery hair and beard were tucked into his belt. His bright blue eyes were light and sparking behind his half moon spectacles as he scanned the Atrium.
"Dumbledore"
A tall, bald black wizard slowly approached.
"The Minister of magic is waiting for you on the fifth floor with Mr. Crouch."
"Thank you Kingsley. Would you by chance be able to enlighten me as to why the Minister of magic has summoned me at this late hour?"
"Unfortunately Dumbledore, I too am confused about the situation. Apparently it involves a young foreign girl from the Eastern continent, but other than that I know no real information on the subject."
"Ahhh, and here I was thinking I could finishes the pair of socks I've been knitting before going to bed this evening."
"You knit sir?"
"Over the years I've accumulated a vast collection of valuable books, and intriguing gifts, but one can never have enough socks, especially a pair of warm woolen handmade ones"
A small smile spread onto Dumbledore's features, as Kingsley led him towards the lifts. "Atrium" a female voice announced as the two men entered the lift. Dumbledore stood next to Kingsley as the cage door shut tight and the lift began to move. The lift rattled as it ascended causing both Kingsley and Dumbledore to reach out for the hanging handles from the roof. The lift soon jutted to a stop and the female voice spoke again "Level five: Department of International Magical Cooperation. International Magical Trading Standards Body, International Magical Office of Law and the International Confederation of Wizards."
The two men stepped out of the lift into a well lit hall way. The floor was covered in a royal blue shaggy carpet, the walls painted a deep cream with windows which plastered the passage as they imitated the silent night outside. Dumbledore followed Kingsley as they walked down the passage in silence.
Dumbledore had been to the Ministry countless times, he often came when his opinion was needed or to debt on topics such as muggle born rights. However the Department of International Magical Cooperation had never really needed his opinion due to Bartemius Crouch. Crouch's strict and present manner gave the British standing on an international stage much respect. His demeanor was intimidating and confident, given his kind of work; he had many of the right attributes. They came to a halt in front of an elegant double door; Kingsley opened the door, as Dumbledore pleasantly nodded his thanks and passed through.
The room was dully lit as Dumbledore proceeded into its center. Lush leather couches surrounded a grand fire place, adjacent to this fire place was an exquisite large desk with its lamp emitted a warm glow. Crouch lifted his eyes from his work, the two men in the corner continued their whispering discussion in the shadow of the fire; they had yet to relies another presence had entered the room.
"Good evening. Bartemius. Cornelius. Ah and if it isn't Rufus. As you can see I've arrived as you have requested, but may I be as bold to inquire as to why?"
"Good, good, good. We have a bit of a situation Dumbledore." He lowered his voice back slightly as he moved closer. "Unfortunately early this evening we found a young girl and her mother on the coastline of west Sussex. The young girl sustained some serious injuries, but nothing life threatening but regrettably, the mother had already passed away when we found them. This would normally be handled just by Rufus and the Auror's office; however these witches are not citizens of the United Kingdom. They came to seek refuge." The Minster ended on a flat note, as his eyes seemed to squint, as if in pain. Dumbledore nodded "Hmmm, Cornelius this seems quite the up stir."
"Barty, over there, is fixing the paper work to make her a citizen, it just so happens however that her father was a British wizard, but he too is deceased. We er…. Found some relatives of her's that were reluctant to say the least to take her in, but they have agreed."
"And I am here I presume, to see if she is an eligible student for Hogwarts?"
"As I said, the family was reluctant to accept the child, and have agreed to give her shelter over the two month break from Hogwarts."
Dumbledore's eyes peered over his half moon spectacles in to the Ministers eyes, "where is the child at the moment?"
Cornelius sifted slightly and lazily indicated to the door "Umm… Mr. Weasley, is keeping the girl company in an empty office down the hall"
Dumbledore raised his voice only slightly "Am I to assume Rufus, you are finished with the young lady?"
"The young girl had a cursed seal placed on her tongue; she is unable to speak of these recent events. The Minister gave me the authorization to use Legilimency on her and we were able to obtain very valuable information on the investigation on this case. We are through with the girl and are now implementing strategies to capture the culprit."
Dumbledore's voice trembled with fury in response "You authorized the use of Legilimency on such a small child, are you that foolish Fudge!"
"Dumbledore, we needed her to give us something! Her information is priceless and now we have it recorded and it is being analyzed by top Auror's!"
"These practices are barbaric to perform on one so young, you may have very well created more trauma than the girl's mind can handle!"
"Dumbledore the child is fine! I've already said she with Arthur Weasley, if there was any indication that more trauma was sustained to her she would be at St Mungo's!"
Movement at the desk caught the Ministers eye; he readily turned his gaze from the Headmaster's pricing stare to Crouch's desk. He fumbled with his pocket watch as he addressed Crouch "are you finished then Barty?"
"Yes Cornelius, the paper work is off to be filed. Now if you'll allow me, I wish to return home and get what little sleep I can."
"Very well Barty, thank you for coming in tonight to handle this situation."
Crouch bowed his head slight to the Minister then Dumbledore and left the room without a backward glance.
The silence created by Crouch's departure was broken by a soft sigh from Dumbledore "very well Cornelius, I see my complaints fall upon deaf ears. Show me where the young child is"
With an irritated glance at Dumbledore, he marched towards the door, "Rufus" the Minister called back behind him, "please continue with the investigation."
As Dumbledore followed an irritated Fudge down the passage way he passed Kinsley, who plesantly nodded at Dumbledore. The Minister continued his march till he stopped upon a solid wooden door.
"She is in there Dumbledore" the Minister announced curtly, and with a turn of his heel he disappeared down the corridor.
Dumbledore knocked lightly on the door before he entered into the small room. It was much brighter than Crouch's office and had a much more up lifting feeling. Dumbledore first noticed the flaming red hair of the man before him.
"Hello Arthur, how are you this evening?"
The man turned his chair around to face his former headmaster.
"Professor Dumbledore. I'm very well this evening, just entertaining a guest." Mr. Weasley indicates to a small child, around the age of 12.
"This is the man I've been talking about, the man who's going to help us get through this ordeal" Arthur said kindly.
Dumbledore was pleased to see that Fudge at least had some sense leaving the poor girl in the hands of a caring family man such as Arthur Weasley. He peered over his half moon spectacles at the young fragile girl sitting across from Arthur. She had olive tanned skin, her hair graced silky down her shoulders, deep ebony in colour with a slight blue sheen to it. She had a slim build from lack of nourishment, but what really startled Dumbledore was that her eyes were empty.
"Watashi wa Mika desu" came the small voice from the child.
"Japanese, if I'm not mistaken…. Mika was it?" Dumbledore stated
The small child nodded
"Mika, do you understand English?"
Again the small girl nodded
"My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. I would like to extend to you an offer to join my humble school."
The young girl looked wide eyed up at Dumbledore and nodded enthusiastically.
"There is less than a week before the start of term, I have booked a room for you at the Leaky Cauldron, a dear friend of mine named Rubeus Hagrid will be watching over you, but in the mean time I'll be taking you to the Three Broom Sticks in Hogsmeade tonight."
"Are you sure Dumbledore" piped Mr. Weasley, "me and Molly would have no reservations in taking Mika for awhile"
Dumbledore's blue eyes softened at Mr. Weasley's. "Now Arthur you and Molly have much to deal with and I have to arrange a sorting for young Mika as soon as possible, thank you for your generosity this evening, but I suggest you head home before Molly worries even more"
A small smirk crept onto Mr. Weasley's face "I suppose your right, she would be greatly worried, and I forgot to send home a letter telling her I would be late."
"Well let us all leave here and head off to a warm bed" Dumbledore gestured before exiting the room.
Mr. Weasley took the small girls hand before they left the room, he looked down as he felt a tug on his arm.
"Thank you Mr. Weasley, I have never been treated with this much kindness before." And with a small smile the two followed the Headmaster down the corridor.