Professor Mcgonagall seemed to expect me when she said, "Going to see Dumbledore are we?" I just nodded and she led me to a plain brick wall. "Balaur." The wall turned into a spiral staircase and Mcgonagall motioned for me to climb.

The stairs were plain stone, nothing special. The office was cool though. There was a phoenix in a cage in the corner and the sorting hat on the shelf. Nobody was there, so I decided to talk to it.

"Hello again." Said the hat.

"Hello." I reply. "I wanted to ask why you put me in Gryffindor and not Hufflepuff."

"Didn't I tell you? I said sometimes it takes great bravery to be where you have to be instead of where you should." The hat explains to me for the second time.

"You wanted to put me in Hufflepuff, but you put me in Gryffindor. Why?"

"To be in Hufflepuff, you have to be loyal to your friends. If I put you in Hufflepuff you would have no friends to be loyal to. Now, I put you in Gryffindor because it takes great amounts of bravery to be there. You know what is going to happen to poor Potter and you are willing to help him through the times of great danger. See? You are brave, but you just don't know it."

"I get it, but you could of put me in any house now that I think about it. I could be placed in Ravenclaw because I am smart; I know what is to happen. I could have been placed in Hufflepuff because explained previously. I could be placed in Slytherin because I am willing to do anything to achieve my goals. But you placed me in Gryffindor because I am brave."

"I could of, but you cannot be in four places at once, so I had to pick one."

"What if I lose the traits that put me into my house in the first place?"

"I guess you wouldn't be a true Gryffindor then."

I sat down quietly. The hat seemed to realize that I didn't want to talk anymore because I was to busy thinking about what it had just told me.

If I wasn't a true Gryffindor, then what was I? I guess I could be anything, which was really disappointing. I know I don't belong here, but I still don't have a clear idea on how I got here. It kind of sucks… At that exact moment, Dumbledore decided to walk in on my being slumped on the floor.

"Hello, Katie." He said. "I see you've had an interesting talk with our sorting hat."

"Hmm. More depressing than interesting." I reply glumly.

Dumbledore comes over and sits next to me. "You don't know who you are, do you Katie?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"I know who you are."

"Who?" I say with slight enthusiasm.

"You are Katie Smith, the first friend of Harry Potter, and the teacher of Ron in wizard chess. You are who you with to be. Not who everybody wishes you to be."

"I guess I am Katie Smith. But that's the name my mother gave me at birth."

"And 'Harry Potter' is the name his mother gave him at birth, but look at him now. He is a boy with extreme power and a destiny to fulfill. He also cares for you immensely."

"He doesn't think of me as anything but a friend."

"No. He cares for you. Remember that time last week when Seamus Finnigan caught fire to… oh what was it?"

"I don't know. Wasn't I right next to him though? I got soot all over me and Harry got really defensive."

"Exactly."

"Whoa, hold on! Just because he got all defensive does not mean he likes me!"

"Then how would you explain it?"

That made me think. I couldn't explain it; Dumbledore's explanation was the only possible one. I decided to cut the topic and start one that I actually came here to talk about. "Umm. I do believe I came to talk about the secret you know about me, correct?"

"Yes. So, I know that you know everything that's going to happen in this year at Hogwarts. I also know that you want to help them learn the skills needed to do what they have to do. And, I know you know who is housing Lord Voldemort."

"How? How do you know all this?"

"When you were sent to Hogwarts, previously you saw a flash of white light."

"The world went white, yes."

"That white light was your desire for Harry Potter to be real. You have powerful magic inside you, powerful enough to make you deepest desires real."

"So, I made this all happen?" a nod from Dumbledore. "Then how did I come to have powerful magic?"

"You are directly related to each of the founders of all four houses; Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin."

"But before that white light, none of this was real!"

"If enough people wish for it to be, then it will be."

I'm starting to understand what is going on. If enough people desire something then it will be so. But why me? Why did I have to be thrown into a castle with a three-headed dog? "Why me?" I ask.

"Because you are the only one who is brave, cunning, smart, and loyal enough to fit the standards of helping."

I growl. "But I didn't want any of this to happen! I don't want to be here, I want to be back at home with my family."

"I understand that you want to be with your family. I want to be with my family all the time but I am here helping students discover their true potential." I notice that Dumbledore speaks in that tone that always has you understand. It's weird, yet nice because people rarely speak to me that way.

"Professor," I start, "there is a mirror somewhere hidden in the castle that shows your deepest desires. What will happen if I look into it?"

"I don't know. Maybe you will see yourself outside of Hogwarts, or maybe you will just see your reflection, but I do know something. You have to go see Professor Snape and explain to him the dream that you didn't have. Then you must go to dinner and after that, well, I assume you know what you must do."

"Thank you, Professor." I turn and start to leave when Dumbledore stops me.

"It seems as if both Harry and Ron have taken a liking to you. Be careful for you do not want to hurt them." I pause to see if he is finished. After a moment I leave to go find Snape to explain my "dream".

Readers! I first have to apologize for not updating yesterday; I was reading another's story (which just happens to be 68 chapters long!). It was a fascinating story and I recommend you read it! I shall give you the title and author by which it's written… Voldemort's Chosen One By wutshudmenamebee. (For those of you who can't figure out what that says I will tell you, "What should me name be". Anyway, I hope this chapter kinda clears things a little, I know I left chapter 3 with many questions. By the way, if you want something like this to happen in the real world and you try really hard, it won't happen. So don't hurt yourself trying, I don't want that blame on me… Thank you for reading chapter 8, (I'm on chapter 8 already… wow…) … - wolfhound 22