At the crack of dawn Hank arose from his bed and put his glasses on. The events of last night were still etched in his mind; he doesn't think he'll be able to look at another dog the same way again.

"*sigh*…I shouda left the minute I got here…" Hank grabbed his glasses and went downstairs. He looked around and saw the place abandoned. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago he was almost mauled by a demon dog.

The hall ways were equally as abandoned; the sun was just rising over the horizon and a few rays of light escaped through the windows. All the portraits were sound asleep, some opening their eyes to see who was out, but they mumbled under their breaths and returned to sleep.

Hank wasn't really sure where the headmaster's office was, but he recalled over hearing that a stone gargoyle guarded the entrance. It took a good half an hour, but he managed to find it. The gargoyle was a piece of work; it was hard to believe that someone would want to carve something that hideous. He couldn't see an entrance, but this place doesn't usually have normal entrances.

Even though he had been here for over a month, Hank still found talking to inanimate objects, or what should be inanimate, weird and uncomfortable.

"Umm, can you let me up? I need to speak with Professor Dumbledore, it's urgent."

The gargoyle remained motionless, and then he slowly opened his eyes and yawned.

"Sorry, nobody gets up without a password."

"Password? Nobody told me anything about a password!"

"Whoa, calm down buddy, rules are rules. He told me you would stop by; he said he already told you."

Even though it was early, Hank didn't want to deal with this nonsense. "I don't remember any passwords!" Hank tried to remember anything he heard Dumbledore say that could hint at a password.

"Magic?" Nothing.

"Owls?" Nothing.

"Ugh…friendship?"

The gargoyle chuckled. "I don't have all day and you definitely aren't getting any younger"

Hank ignored the comment and struggled to think back to that day in the owlery. Did Dumbledore say anything odd or out of place to him?

"Wait minute…"

"You know I've always been quiet fond of sherbet lemons."

"…sherbet lemon?" The gargoyle nodded and the stone staircase appeared. Hank didn't want to waste any more time so he hustled up the stairs.

Before Hank could knock on the door, He heard a faint "come in". He slowly opened the door and entered the office. The office was amazing; thousands of books covered the walls, some in languages Hank had never seen before. Trinkets of all different sizes and shapes lay haphazardly around the office. Some were emitting odd sounds and others were producing colored smoke. A stone basin sat in the corner of the room with an odd substance that couldn't be described as either a solid, liquid, or gas.

Dumbledore sat at his desk reading The Daily Prophet. The cover had a picture of Gringotts and the headline 'NEW INFORMATION ON GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN' was flashing. A strange, red bird sat perched next to his desk. It was unlike any bird Hank had ever seen. "Hmm, the Chudley Cannon's lost another one, a real shame."

Hank had no idea who the Chudley Cannons were and he honestly didn't care. Before he could speak his mind, Dumbledore lowered the paper and focused on him.

"How may I help you this morning, Mr. Hill?"

"Oh…hello, sir. You know, I think I've had enough of this school; it's just too much excitement and confusion for me. I want to go back to work and see my family in Arlen."

Dumbledore nodded. His brilliant, blue eyes bore into Hank, Hank felt as if he was reading his mind. "I understand, but if you stay you will become something you never would've dreamed possible. Like I said before, I see great potential in you"

"But I'm assistant manager of Strickland Propane, what else could I possibly want?"

They sat in silence for a while, the only sound being the faint screech of an owl every so often. Dumbledore was the first to break the silence.

"I'll tell you what; I'll bring you home for the three day weekend. You'll get to see your family and you will have time to think about this."

"But-"

"No buts, Mr. Hill. Dropping out of Hogwarts is not a decision that should be taken lightly." Many people would have shouted or got angry at Hank's stubbornness, but Dumbledore retained a calm demeanor.

Hank thought about it. "Alright, sir, but if I want to stay home you'll let me."

"Of course, Mr. Hill. Now take my arm and we'll be on our way. All of your things will be there when you arrive. Oh and no magic, you may be of legal age, but you are still inexperienced and the ministry will be keeping a close eye on you."

"Alright, wouldn't dream of it." Hank grabbed Dumbledore's arm. WHOOSH! Once again he felt like he was being compressed, air being squeezed out of his lungs. As quickly as it begun it had ended.

Hank landed with a thud in the alley, the same place he met Donalbain two months prior. "Ugh…there has to be an easier way to travel, Professor Dumbledore, Professor?" Dumbledore had vanished, presumably back to the school. It was still early morning in Arlen so the sun had yet to rise. Hank stood up and brushed himself off and looked around. He took a deep breath and admired it all. " Ahh..Just as I left it..."

He walked towards his house, across his pristine lawn. His red truck still sat in the drive way; he made a mental note to clean it later. He opened his door and went inside. Ladybird got up and walked over to him, wagging her tail as best she could.

"Hey Ladybird, my wittle baby puppy, I missed you girl." Hank continued to pet Ladybird until he suddenly felt tired. After the excitement of last night he could barely sleep. He passed by Bobby's room and opened the door. Bobby was curled up in bed with a stuffed animal. "Good Lord…" Hank almost took it, but he was too tired so he just let him be. He opened his bedroom door and saw Peggy laying sound asleep. He took off his glasses and jumped next to her, falling asleep the minute his head hit the pillow.

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