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Lucy flitted back and forth across her small flat in a nervous tizzy, adjusting random things or rearranging anything she could get her hands on. Harry had informed her that hit teacher wanted to meet with her and would be by later that day, giving her only a few hours to ready herself for company and clean up her apartment.

A knock rattled her door, making her tense up beside her a cup bounced slightly until Lucy grabbed it and put it in the sink, before rushing to the door. Okay, deep breaths Lucy, she reminded herself as she slowly opened the door with as much grace and dignity as she could muster.

Behind the door stood an elderly man with sparkling eyes and a long gray beard, dressed in sky blue robes, "Lucy Dursley I presume?" He asked. "Mr. Dumbledore?" she replied, she ushered him in to the flat, "please excuse the mess, Harry told me you were coming only a few hours ago."

"Oh it's quite alright Miss. Dursley," he waved it off, settling some of Lucy's nervousness, "tea sir?" she offered. "Yes please" he replied, seating himself on the couch, as Lucy rushed to the kitchen, "your cousin told me a bit about you, but perhaps you could reiterate the situation for me?"

Lucy set a teacup across for the man, seating herself across from the couch with a sigh, hoping that he had already known the story, "well, ever since I can remember I have been able to do things, like Harry could, But I hid it, because my mother and father would punish Harry if he ever showed any signs on magic. Eventually it seemed to fade away, only popping up every now and again. When I received a letter saying that I had been accepted to a Magic school, I hid it. This went on until about a month ago."

Dumbledore listened intently to her story, as she retold the event that happened that fateful night that turned her entire world upside down. When she finished, Dumbledore remained quiet for a solid five minutes before breaking the silence.

"Miss Dursley, please tell me exactly what you have done in the past, magic wise." He asked politely in a slightly grim fashion, "Well" Lucy thought, "when I was younger, I could do things like Harry could, but when I turned twelve, it seemed to dull down into simply random things moving, sometimes when I held it in for too long, I could make things change colors and turn in to completely different objects all together."

"Could you possibly demonstrate for me?" he asked, Lucy nodded, having anticipated this question she had been practicing since Harry's last visit, determined not to make an utter fool of herself again.,

She closed her eyes tightly and focused on the lightbuld in the lamp that hung from the ceiling, soon all the lights on the room began to flicker and buzz electrically, before stopping completely. She opened one eye, staring at Dumbledore expectantly. The Professor only smiled, "Well Miss. Dursley, after due consideration, I wish for you to come with me to the ministry of Magic for a small evaluation sorts."

He seemed to since her brief panic, "Only a formality of course" he assured her, though Lucy didn't believe it for a second, just because Harry trusted thing guy didn't mean Lucy had to.

"How do I know I can trust you?" she asked, he sighed, "I understand your distrust, if it would make you more comfortable, I could have one of my colleagues from the ministry meet us there."

Dumbledore pulled a small bird from one of his pockets, confusing Lucy further, "do you have a piece of paper and a pencil by chance?" he asked. Silently she nodded and riffled through a desk drawer before handing him a stub of a pencil and a blank piece of paper, he quickly scribbled something on the paper before tying it to the bird's leg and letting it out the window.

"Now." He stated, "Shall we be off?" he asked. Lucy nodded, "how will we get there?" she wondered.

"oh we have our ways." He assured her, opening the door for her, once out in the hall Dumbledore knocked on Mel and Bonny's door. The door opened, "Professor! What are you doing here?!" Mel exclaimed in shock.

"Just here on Business Mel, do you mind if I use your flew?" he asked. "Go right ahead." Mel led the in. "You know my neighbors?!" Lucy asked, "Oh yes, Mel and his wife were former student on mine."

Lucy stopped dead in her tracks, "then that means that…" she trailed off and turned to Mel, "then you are…!" she turned to Bonny who had just came from the Kitchen, "and she is…!"

"I will explain everything later my dear, but now we must get to the Ministry." Dumbledore ushered her to the fire place. "Now I'm going to need you to have a little faith in me at the point." He pulled her in to the fireplace and threw down a hand full of soot.

"The Ministry of Magic."