I practically ran back to my room and flopped down on my bed. I was so stupid! Why on earth did I take a walk with the holder of Voldemort? I opened "The Last Wizard" and started to read, trying to get my mind off of things.

Leo turned away from Lydia, his heart burning. "We have a job to do, and we have to concentrate."

"I know we do but we have a lot of things we have to consider. You are the Last Wizard!"

"Yes," Leo said slowly, "and if there is a Last Wizard there has to be a Last Witch!"

"What are you getting at Leo?" Lydia said, walking forward. But they couldn't continue for there was a loud knocking at the door.

"Open up Wizard!" I loud deadly voice boomed.

"Leo! How did they find us?" Lydia cried, running to him after locking the door.

"We may let you live Wizard!" The man cried, "If you give up your wand." Lydia looked up at Leo who was thinking.

"Leo!" Lydia whispered, "You can't! With out your wand, we're as good as dead!"

"But it's the only way that you can live." Leo said, pulling his wand out of his robes.

"I'm just a Muggle! Like them! I don't matter, you are the last wizard!"

"That doesn't matter!" Leo growled, walking to the door.

I closed the book and shoved my face into my pillow and let out a frustrated cry. Leo was as big a idiot as I was. Of course he mattered! He was the Last Wizard for Merlin's sake! I hated this part in the story. This was my least favorite part. Leo gave up his wand to save Lydia who ends up dying in the end anyway.

"Do you mind?" Xavier called from the painting on my desk, "Will you stop yelling? Some of us are actually trying to relax during our free period." I hit my pillow in frustration.

"What do you do that is so important?" I snapped, getting up and opening the drawer in my desk and placed my book inside.

"Well, pardon me. I protect you from intruders."

"What intruders?" I asked, looking at my tiny portrait of Xavier who was about to swim back to his larger portrait outside.

"Oh, did I forget to mention?" he said, sneering, "A man with a turban stopped by just a few minutes ago while you were reading, saying that he needed to talk to you."

"Quirrell?" I said, thinking hard. "What did he say?"

"Just that he wished to talk to you some more." Xavier said, and he swam out of his murky water frame. I thought for a few moments and shook my self. Going back to my bed, I sat down and closed my eyes.

I decided to visit Dumbeldore, who always seemed to know what to do. I quickly rushed out of my office and up one more floor. I found the Gargoyle easy enough, it was too creepy to miss, but I didn't know the password.

"Ah, for the love of,"

"What are you doing here?" I small voice said behind me. I turned to find a small house elf standing behind me, holding a tray of food. He had a round face and small eyes, a pillowcase covering its body.

"I, uh, am here to see Dumbeldore, but I uh, don't know the password." The house elf gave me a curious look.

"Well, I could take you up. Dumbeldore usually eats a snack right about now." The small elf walked forward. "Peppermints."

"Of course," I muttered to myself as the creepy Gargoyle leaped aside. I followed the house elf up the stairs. He knocked on the door with his tiny fist and entered a moment latter.

Dumbeldore was seated at his desk, reading a very thick book.

"Ah, Lily, Wendell. How are you?"

"Fine, thank you Headmaster," Wendell said, placing the tray on Dumbeldore's desk.

"And you Lily? How is your magical education coming?"

"Uh, not very well actually."

"Really?" Dumbeldore said, as Wendell poured him some mead. "How so?"

"I just need, more…personal training." I said, walking up. "The first year classes really don't help me with what I need to learn."

"And what is it that you need to learn?" Dumbeldore said, even Wendell was listening at this point

"To protect myself." I said, a chill going down my spine.

"Protect yourself from what?" Dumbeldore said, looking at my over the tops of his half mooned spectacles. I thought of Quirrell and Voldemort and was silent for a moment and Dumbeldore seemed to understand.

"Well, I think a private tutor can be arranged." Dumbeldore smiled. "Wendell?" The small house elf looked up at him.

"Headmaster, you know that I,"

"Please Wendell," Dumbeldore said softly, "Miss Evans is a very special person and she has a job to do. I the best person would be you."

I listened to this conversation with confusion.

"Wait," I said, holding up my hand, "is…Wendell, going to be my tutor."

"He is the best of the best." Dumbeldore said kindly. I looked down at the house elf who was glaring down at his long toes.

"I was the best, but that was at least two hundred years ago." Wendell muttered. Dumbeldore chuckled.

"He will make you into a true witch." I nodded and looked down at the old house elf, which had turned from humble to rather grumpy. "I think that tomorrow who be a good time for your first lesson."

"I have work to do in the kitchen." Wendell mumbled.

"I think that the other house elf's would be happy to take your shift." Dumbeldore said, smiling widely. Wendell frowned and took the tray off of Dumbeldore's desk, and walked out of the door.

"He can be a piece of work," Dumbeldore said to me after the door shut behind him, "but he knows a lot. Listen and pay attention and you will have your, erm, protection." I nodded and walked back out of his office only to find Wendell listening at the door.

He turned and quickly disappeared with a crack. I was not really sure if I could trust him, but I did really need help with my magic. I suddenly remembered something and walked back into Dumbeldore's office.

"Professor?"

"Yes Lily?" He said.

"About my TA job in potions, I was hoping,"

"I told you before Lily," Dumbeldore said with a sly smile, "you need to figure that out for yourself."

"Yes, Headmaster." I sighed and walked back out. And again I found Wendell standing by the door.

"Hey!" I said, chasing him down the stairs and grabbing his arm before he could disappear. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Wendell snapped.

"Come on," I pressed staring him down. "Why are you snooping around when I've only been your student for around twenty seconds?"

"Because I want to make sure that Dumbeldore is not making a mistake. And you're not my student, I haven't taught you anything yet."

"You taught me to always use a charm on my doors when you're around." I said, letting go of his arm. He made a little snort.

"Do you even know how to make a Muffler Charm?" He asked, crossing is arms, the tray now gone.

"Well, no, but,"

"Pathetic," Wendell said, rolling his eyes.

"Hey," I said, offended. "Why don't you treat your student with a little respect?"

"Because none of my students ever gave respect to me and my teaching methods." He said back, his eyes boring into mine.

"Well maybe I'm different."

"I doubt it."

"We'll see then. Where will we meet tomorrow?"

"In the kitchens."

"Fine."

"Fine."

With that we both went our separate ways. So far, I was really disliking my new tutor and I was not looking forward to my classes tomorrow.