Hey guys I know this is a short chapter but I promise the next one will be longer. Sorry it took so long I've been busy with worrying over university and super lazy :) I hope you all enjoy
Chapter 4
Albus Dumbledore, the esteemed light wizard, headmaster of Hogwarts and owner of the Elder wand was for the first time in over four decades, scared. Perhaps that word didn't do what the ancient man was feeling right now justice, no he was petrified. The man stood hunched over, barely managing to hold his weight as his left hand rested on his dark cherry wood desk, which now served a different purpose from holding countless of books and artefacts to being his legs. Helping stabilize him from the wave of dizziness he felt from the pain that had overtaken him moments before.
At first, the wizard had believed that he was experiencing a heart attack. It had begun, with a slight shock that run through his body, and quickly escalated to a pain that was indescribable, his vision had blurred, head throbbed as if he'd just been hexed, his legs had given way causing him to stumble into his desk, and his heart… well he felt as if it had been replaced with a reborn phoenix, bursting in hungry flames and causing him to believe these were his final moments. But as quickly as it had happened the pain was gone, and realisation dawned in the headmaster's eyes. The magical bind had broken. Which left him in this state, petrified.
Fawkes stared at his trembling friend. The familiar had lived alongside the wizard for many years and had never seen him in such a state. Confused the familiar cocked his head to the side and sung loudly, a beautiful song full of joy that drifted throughout the chambers, as he attempted to cheer up his old friend. Albus Dumbledore payed no attention to his familiar, absorbed in his thoughts he begun to plan and evaluate what had just happened. Gasping to catch his breath he straightened and with shaky legs walked around the front of his desk and sat on his chair. How could this have happened? He thought to himself. He had been careful all these years, reinforcing the binds on the girl so that they never broke, making sure she stayed out of trouble. He'd even charmed her to stay in the tiny village so he'd be able to keep track of her. And yet the girl had managed the impossible and allowed her magic to break free from its chains.
Dumbledore frowned, his face twisting into pure worry as he considered the consequences of the events that had just occurred. The Girl must have been exceedingly powerful to do this, more so than he originally thought. It would not do him any good to reapply the bind, she'd most likely break free again. He shook his head and sighed, attempting to clear the worry that danced around his thoughts.
"Fawkes, old friend. What am I going to do about her? She's dangerous. Too powerful…" he whispered to the phoenix, his voice sombre, until a thought struck him. "powerful yes… if we could guide her, make her see the light… at least long enough until Harry completes the prophecy. She'd make a great ally. And a great protector for the boy." He mumbled to himself, allowing a semblance of a plan to forge in his mind. "Yes, she will prove useful." He said, smile gracing his face and eyes twinkling with mischief. All the grey-haired man had to do know was locate her and find out exactly what had happened.
At this thought the tall man stood, pushing his chair back and walked over to his window. He noted the storm that raged outside and remembered the weather article from the daily prophet, that had predicted this storm all over Britain. He allowed the tension to leave his body as he watched the lightning strike near the whopping willow causing it to rustle away in fear. The Headmaster stood there for what seemed like forever watching the storm take its course and thunder roar overhead. He was so absorbed in the spectacle that he almost missed the chiming of his clock, revealing it was 9 o'clock at he was in fact late for the Order meeting.