Chapter Two

Then It Really Started

Well now I am 12 going onto 13, and my appearance has changed a little, my hair is now black, and I am a little tall, about 5'2''. My eyes are still electrifying green, and my attitude remains in play. My supervisor is the same but her name has changed, is Mrs. Heatherway. I still reside at the same orphanage, and had gone through many homes.

I made a best friend, who also had some trouble finding a home. His name was Zack. We would always hang out together, no matter what. He looked like this: (Insert picture of George Bush) NO! I'm just kidding! He had blonde hair, freckles and he was super cute, all the girls (except me) were after him.

Moving on…the day was a Tuesday I recall. Around noon, I was searching for a kid, Rhone, because he had put bugs in my bed. So as I peered around the corner, I heard a "HEY TORI!" from behind me, which was Zack. "God, you scared me." I said. He laughed. I sighed. "Who are you looking for?" he asked me. "Rhone." I answered quickly, glancing behind him.

"Have you seen the two weird dudes?" he asked. "Besides you? Then no." I answered. "No seriously, there was one dude, with a long white beard, that looked ancient, and another one that was huge!" he exclaimed. I raised my eyebrows and agreed to follow him.

He led me to where he had seen them, which was in the middle of the hallway, and they were talking to Mrs. Heatherway. I guess he was right; there was a man three times as wide as a normal man, and twice as tall. He had a long, shaggy mane of hair and beard. And there was and old man, that was wearing half moon spectacles, and did have long white hair and beard.

"Can you believe, that the old one is wearing dress?" he asked me, as I tried to listen to the conversation. "It's not a dress; it's a robe, common within parts of England." I replied. "Whatever, it looks like a dress. Can you hear what they're saying?" he asked. "Not with you blabbing away." I answered. He sighed, and then we heard someone yell Zack's name saying that Rhone was putting bugs in his bed. "I'll be right back." He said. "Don't hurry." I replied.

I concentrated at what they where talking about, but all I could make out was, "England…today…Potter…" and that's all I wanted to hear. I was yet being adopted again and going to England. I knew I was going to come back. I ran back to me room, and quickly packed my bag. Zack came in. "Again! You were only here for two weeks!" he exclaimed.

"They are old, and so I hardly think they can bear once we walk out of this building." I answered. He laughed and we both laughed on my bed together. A knock came from my door and Mrs. Heatherway came in. "Oh, good, I caught you at a good a good time. Please come to my office soon." She said and left. We both looked at each other.

I went to her office and sat down and she looked at me and opened her mouth, and then shut it. "There is something about to happen, that will be very difficult to explain. It first will start off, with you and your new guardians. You see, it is all quite simple." She started. "You haven't explained anything, yet." I told her. "Oh, I'm not good at doing this. I may need some help." She said. "Am I going to die?" I asked her. "NO! What would ever give you an idea like that?" she asked.

"Well its starts off, with the you're talking like-""Never mind," she cut me off, "what matters is what is going to happen to you. I am going to have someone explain this whole subject to you." She said to me, and I raised my eyebrows.

In walked the old man I had seen earlier, and the bug guy. "Hello, Tori. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and this is Rubeus Hagrid." He said. I blinked and said, "Hi." "I see that you are a little confused-"he started by I stopped him, saying, "Oh, no, Albus Dumbledore, the head administrator of Hogwarts, witch craft and wizardry, and Rubeus Hagrid, gamekeeper, and Care of Magical Creatures, professor." Hagrid's eyes widen. "Dumbledore, you really don't need to do any explaining to her, you can tell she is already smart, and does not need to be brought to the school." Dumbledore tapped his chin, and said, "No, she is still not able to process all that she has said, watch." Unaware of what they just said, I said, "What were we talking about again? Something about corn?" They all stared at me blankly. "What?" I asked.