STRANGE NEW WORLD
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The final days of summer wound down quickly, and Harry found himself facing his fifth year at Hogwarts. About two days after He and Hitomi arrived, Hermione came in, dragging her trunk, and cursing all the way in. Harry thought it best that he didn't ask.
Mr. Weasley had yet to receive a response to his letter from Fudge, something that made Harry somewhat curious. But as obvious as it was that Hitomi would be returned to the Dursley's, her memory most likely altered, he was glad that Hitomi came with him. Right now, he was zooming about on his Firebolt, weaving circles around the Weasley twins and Ron who were pushing their Cleansweeps Sevens as hard as they could to catch him. The noon sun rose higher into the gray sky, beating down on their necks and backs, causing sweat to foll down their faces. It wasn't until Hermione came into the clearing yelling for them to come down, that they realized that their necks were sunburned. (Imagine, getting a sunburn in England....)
"What is it Hermione, you interupted a game!" Ron complained, while gently rubbing his red neck.
"I just saw Hitomi......well, I think it's best that you see for yourselves." she said mysteriously. She instructed them to follow her out of the clearing, back to the house. They tromped throught the bushes and trees, brooms on their shoulders. Herm told them to stop, just short of the hedge that lead to the back yard. "Look." she pointed.
The boys pushed past her to see just what she had seen that had been important enought to stop a Quidditch game. Ron parted the branches roughly. "WHOA!! What the ....??"
Inside the yard Hitomi was swinging her Masamune around wildy. Or it seemed that way. She was standing, facing away from them, she was slashing the air before her with fast, practiced slashes. Masamune's blade was nothing more than a silver blur as she battled against an invisable enemy. The series of swipes was followed by a combo of percise kicks in the air, a high sweeping one, then three at different levels, followed by a spinning/jump kick that looked impressive.(for those of you you really wanna know: High roundhouse, cobra snaps at the ankle, waist and head, last being a butterfly.) She spun about, bringing the sword up in a guard, and began another battle with an invisable opponent, this time alternating between sword sweeps and kicks. Hard upward sweep upward with the sword, leading into a spinning back kick, finishing up with a backward jab with the point. From land to air, up, down, left, right, back and forth, she swung and kikec and jumped. She then quit fighting individuals, and started the make fancy passes and spins with the six-foot long blade. Harry wondered how she didn't chop her head off, when she spun it behind her back, switching hands. Hitomi finally stopped about thirty minuets later, burying the end of Masamune in the ground and sitting on the ground, panting and wiping sweat from her face.
Mrs. Weasley then imerged from the house, carrying a glass of water and a sandwitch. "Dearie, that was impressive.What do you call that again?" she asked, passing the food to Hitomi.
"Arigato. Their called katas. Their basically series of moves strung together, that simulate an actual battle between the swordsman and imagined opponents. Their used as practice mostly. What you saw was the sixth, seventh, eight, and ninth katas, all very advanced, they took me years to learn..." she explained, gulping the water and tearing into the sandwich.
"My, you handle that sword so well." Mrs. Weasley complmented, an edge of concern and a bit of fear mixing in her voice. Hitomi, catching it, looked up at her.
"Mrs. Weasley..please, you have no reason to fear me. I would never hurt you or your family, for all you've done for me." she whispered to her. Mrs. Weasley, looking abashed, folded her hands and looked at the ground.
I'm sorry dear. It's just that your so young, about the same age as Ron. Whenever I look at you doing this, I keep seeing Ron out there, holding a sword, handling it like that, it's just distrubing to see someone as young as you, so skilled in things of war...." she trialed off.
"Gomen nasi," Hitomi apologized. "It's just the way I was raised. My father's family has built it's legacy on battle, wars and fighting. I am the first-born child of a samurai, I'm expected to be proficent in this." She stood up, wrenching Masamune from the ground. "It is a blood-calling, I supose. Battle runs in my family like magic runs in yours, wouldn't you expect your children to know magic? I should think so, it's part of their blood. The same holds in my family for fighting. But if it distrubs you so much, I will not do it anymore." Hitomi walked into the house.
From the hedge, George pulled out some little wrapped candies. "I guess I won't be rigging her supper with these tonight, you just don't put Carnary Creams in the roast of someone who can slice you up six different ways faster than you can blink."
The next day began like the others, breakfast, via Mrs. Weasley (they were trying to get Hitomi accustomed to English fare) then the boys went to the clearing to play Quidditch, leaving the girls with the house to themselves. But that morning as the dishes scrubbed themselves in the sink, a knock came from the door. Mr. Weasley went to answer it, and came back with Cornelius Fudge behind him. Hitomi nodded towards him, knowing somehow that her time here was over.
"Morning Molly, might I rob you of some of your leftovers?" he asked. Mrs. Weasley responded by piling him a plate with the left-over sauages and eggs and a few slices of toast. Fudge quickly downed the food, brushing his robes of the crumbs, and cleared his throat.
"I think you know why I'm here. Aurthur sent me an owl a few days agao, and I was surprized to see that they had a muggle with them as a guest." He nodded to Hitomi when he said 'muggle'. Hitomi leered at him, she wasn't very fond of being described as a mere 'muggle'.
"Of course, this can't be. The wizarding world must remain in secret from muggles, to assure our own saftey. I was informed of the circumstances of which the muggle came to be here, and nothing illegal was done on any witch or wizards part since the muggle forced herself into the car." Harry gawked at him. Hitomi's leer became a look of rage, and, as he guessed, her hands were clenched to fists under the table. Mr. Weasley himself went to correct Fudge, but was silenced by a hand.
"We deemed it best, for the saftey of all magical parties involved, that the muggle have her memory altered, and returned to the former place of resistence." he concluded. Harry jumped to his feet.
"You can't send her back to the Dursleys!! They hate her more than they do me, it would be comitting murder, they'll kick her on the street!" he argued. Fudge looked at him sadly.
"Now Harry, I realize you have become attached to the muggle, but you know this is out of my hands. I will assure that the muggle..."
WHAM!!! Hitomi's hand slammed down on the table, rattling the vase of flowers, and cutting off Fudge aburply. She stood up to her full height and leaned over the glare at the Minister.
"I.........HAVE........A ........NAME!!! IT'S HITOMI!! MY NAME IS HITOMI!! IF YOU CAN'T CALL ME BY MY NAME, THEN DON'T ADDRESS ME PERIOD!!" she slammed her chair into place and stalked out. "I will be packing my things. It's obvious that this man wants this 'muggle' out of here as fast as possible...."
The kitchen stood in silence for a few minuets. Fudge looked back at them, suddenly embaressed with himself. "I guess we will, um, wait for her to pack....." he studdered. It was plain to see that Fudge was a bit taken back by Hitomi's sudden outburst. Harry was willing to guess that Fudge was rarely argued with at the Ministry, he never expected to be yelled at like that, much less with a muggle.
The family stood in the living room, all waiting for Hitomi to come down. Mrs. Weasley was dabbing at her eyes, and Ginny was sniffing quietly. Hermione looked cross and sad at the same time. The rest of them looked down-trodden. Fudge, recovered from his bout of embaressment, tapped his foot in annoyance. Hitomi came walking down the stairs, her bags on her shoulders, swords case in hand. She stood before Fudge, a mask of calm on her face.
"Alright, lets get this over with." she sighed. Fudge just looked at her.
"I will allow you to say good-bye." he muttered. "But don't take too long, I have an appointment shortly." Mrs. Weasley leaped forward and embraced Hitomi, crying on her shoulder. "Oh, I feel like I'm losing a daughter..." she wailed. Fred and George shook hands with er and Ron gave her pat on the back. Ginny and Hermione hugged her feircely, Mr. Weasley hugged her too. Finally she came to Harry.
"Well, this is the end huh? Some ride it's been." Hitomi laughed dryly. Harry, gave a half-hearted grin, then hugged her. He couldn't describe it, he felt a brotherly companionship towards her, like she was the kind-hearted sister he had never had. Hitomi hugged him back, giving him a few words of assurance, wishing him luck at school and next summer with the Dursley's. She stood before Fudge.
"Go already..." she sighed. Fudge looked at her abit sternly. He wasn't upset to lose her.
"I will perform the spell, you will simply back out and wake back at the Dursley's, not remembering a thing." Mr. Weasley explained to her. Hitomi just nodded, inside, she was glad that Fudge wasn't doing it. She just didn't like him. She just gripped the case harder, and closer her eyes, head high as usual. Fred and George moved behind her to catch her when she colapsed. Mr. Weasley raised his wand and said the words. A flash of light erupted at hit Hitomi.
Seconds later, Hitomi stood, and opened her eyes. One by one she looked at the others around her. "Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, you." she pointed to Fudge. "I still remember..."
Fudge exploded at Mr. Weasley. "I told you to perform the spell!! If you won't do it, I will!" He bumped him aside, raised his wand again at Hiotmi and said the words. The same flash of light erupted at her, and again nothing happened. Fudge did it again, and nothing happened. The Minister went crazy, he kept firing spells at Hitomi till he was leaning aginst the stair-rail panting for breath.
"I....**wheeze**...don't understand it....**wheeze**....why is she still.... **pant** ..standing??" he cried. Mr. Weasley carried him over to the couch, and conjured a glass of water for him. Fudge downed it in one gulp, and leered at Hitomi.
"What type of muggle are you???? How did you block those spells??" he demanded, still not entirely calm. Hitomi shrugged, giving him a how-in-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-know? look. Fudge looked at her crossly.
"Answer me!! What did you do?" he bellowed. Harry flinched, Fudge's face was about the same color of Uncle Vernon's when he was mad, a deep purple. His eyes were dialated to pinpoints, and there was a throbbing vein at the base of his neck. Hitomi just leered at him. I gotta get her to teach me to do that.... some obsucre part of his brain chimmed. Behind them, Fred and George were seraching for the camera, probably to get a picture to mail to the Daily Prophet, or blackmail him.
"Now Cornelius..." Mr. Weasley soothed, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. Fudge, threw it of and rounded on him.
"You!!" he cried, even madder than ever. "You put some charm on her to protect her!! I know you did, you muggle-lover!" Ginny and Ron jaws dropped in shock, Fred and George, still looking for the camera, didn't hear, and Hermione's eyes went large. Hitomi just looked confused.
"Now that was un-called for Cornelius!" Mrs. Weasley intervened, standing up for her husband. Not even looking at her, Fudge cried back.
"Molly, stay out of this! You know it's true, the flying car, hundreds of muggle-items stowed away in his shed, he even has a plug collection! He'd rather break his wand and join those muggles than stuck up for wizarding kind!! He's practically a turn-coat!"
"Lay off of him!" Ron retorted, making a dash for Fudge, he was held back by Ginny and Herm. Fudge was positively steaming at the ears.
"See?" even his son is a muggle-lover, just like his father!" At that moment everything in the room erupted into an arguement. Voices and a few insults were tossed everywhere, and Harry was positive that someone was gonna pull their wands when suddenly....
**FLASH!!** George and Fred's camera flashed in a puff of green smoke, getting a lovely picture of Fudge trying to strangle Mr. Weasley's neck.
Fudge stormed out of the house, red with embaressment, and his vein still throbbing. When they were sure he was gone, the house rang with laughter. Fred and George danced in the middle of the room, holding the camera up like a throphy. They hurried up to fetch Pig to deliver the film to a developers not far away, bragging about owling it to Rita Skeeter to put in the paper.
That night was dinner by Mrs. Weasley again, but this time she made her first attempt at a real Japanese meal, of course Hitomi coached her along. The table was set with forks, spoons, and chopsticks....... Hitomi was made guest of honor that night, she even stood up, much to amused chuckles, and made a speech about "over coming oppressors of justice and equality.." til the point that she couldn't talk for laughing at herself. The dishes were cleared and sent to wash themselves when Mr. Weasley asked for the attention of the room.
"Okay, in veiw of todays..er...events, it is obvious that Hitomi will be staying for a while longer. In the light of school beginning in a few days, we need to decide what will be done. Now I've owled Dumbledore and informed him of the situation. He was kind enough to give a speedy reply.." he pulled out a scroll of parchment and read:
Aurthur,
I have been informed of the situation by Fudge, and although he claims that the backfire of the spell was resultant of your want to protect your guest, I have reason to beleive other wise. I beleive, than in the best interest of young Hitomi, she be sent to Hogwarts this year, where I , as well as the other members of the staff, can examine her and perhapse diverge the reasons behind this afternoon's events. I will expect to see Miss Hitomi at Hogsmeade Station on September 1st.
Sincerly.
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster.
The children cheered, and Mr and Mrs. Weasley smiled. Hitomi just looked around at them, really not sure of what she heard. "So this means what?" she asked. Fred reached over and clapped her on the shoulder.
"Congradualtions Hitomi! Your coming to Hogwarts with us!"
A Harry Potter fic brought to you by Arcadia Silver Productions.
(a trademark of Third Floor Securites Ltm.)
The final days of summer wound down quickly, and Harry found himself facing his fifth year at Hogwarts. About two days after He and Hitomi arrived, Hermione came in, dragging her trunk, and cursing all the way in. Harry thought it best that he didn't ask.
Mr. Weasley had yet to receive a response to his letter from Fudge, something that made Harry somewhat curious. But as obvious as it was that Hitomi would be returned to the Dursley's, her memory most likely altered, he was glad that Hitomi came with him. Right now, he was zooming about on his Firebolt, weaving circles around the Weasley twins and Ron who were pushing their Cleansweeps Sevens as hard as they could to catch him. The noon sun rose higher into the gray sky, beating down on their necks and backs, causing sweat to foll down their faces. It wasn't until Hermione came into the clearing yelling for them to come down, that they realized that their necks were sunburned. (Imagine, getting a sunburn in England....)
"What is it Hermione, you interupted a game!" Ron complained, while gently rubbing his red neck.
"I just saw Hitomi......well, I think it's best that you see for yourselves." she said mysteriously. She instructed them to follow her out of the clearing, back to the house. They tromped throught the bushes and trees, brooms on their shoulders. Herm told them to stop, just short of the hedge that lead to the back yard. "Look." she pointed.
The boys pushed past her to see just what she had seen that had been important enought to stop a Quidditch game. Ron parted the branches roughly. "WHOA!! What the ....??"
Inside the yard Hitomi was swinging her Masamune around wildy. Or it seemed that way. She was standing, facing away from them, she was slashing the air before her with fast, practiced slashes. Masamune's blade was nothing more than a silver blur as she battled against an invisable enemy. The series of swipes was followed by a combo of percise kicks in the air, a high sweeping one, then three at different levels, followed by a spinning/jump kick that looked impressive.(for those of you you really wanna know: High roundhouse, cobra snaps at the ankle, waist and head, last being a butterfly.) She spun about, bringing the sword up in a guard, and began another battle with an invisable opponent, this time alternating between sword sweeps and kicks. Hard upward sweep upward with the sword, leading into a spinning back kick, finishing up with a backward jab with the point. From land to air, up, down, left, right, back and forth, she swung and kikec and jumped. She then quit fighting individuals, and started the make fancy passes and spins with the six-foot long blade. Harry wondered how she didn't chop her head off, when she spun it behind her back, switching hands. Hitomi finally stopped about thirty minuets later, burying the end of Masamune in the ground and sitting on the ground, panting and wiping sweat from her face.
Mrs. Weasley then imerged from the house, carrying a glass of water and a sandwitch. "Dearie, that was impressive.What do you call that again?" she asked, passing the food to Hitomi.
"Arigato. Their called katas. Their basically series of moves strung together, that simulate an actual battle between the swordsman and imagined opponents. Their used as practice mostly. What you saw was the sixth, seventh, eight, and ninth katas, all very advanced, they took me years to learn..." she explained, gulping the water and tearing into the sandwich.
"My, you handle that sword so well." Mrs. Weasley complmented, an edge of concern and a bit of fear mixing in her voice. Hitomi, catching it, looked up at her.
"Mrs. Weasley..please, you have no reason to fear me. I would never hurt you or your family, for all you've done for me." she whispered to her. Mrs. Weasley, looking abashed, folded her hands and looked at the ground.
I'm sorry dear. It's just that your so young, about the same age as Ron. Whenever I look at you doing this, I keep seeing Ron out there, holding a sword, handling it like that, it's just distrubing to see someone as young as you, so skilled in things of war...." she trialed off.
"Gomen nasi," Hitomi apologized. "It's just the way I was raised. My father's family has built it's legacy on battle, wars and fighting. I am the first-born child of a samurai, I'm expected to be proficent in this." She stood up, wrenching Masamune from the ground. "It is a blood-calling, I supose. Battle runs in my family like magic runs in yours, wouldn't you expect your children to know magic? I should think so, it's part of their blood. The same holds in my family for fighting. But if it distrubs you so much, I will not do it anymore." Hitomi walked into the house.
From the hedge, George pulled out some little wrapped candies. "I guess I won't be rigging her supper with these tonight, you just don't put Carnary Creams in the roast of someone who can slice you up six different ways faster than you can blink."
The next day began like the others, breakfast, via Mrs. Weasley (they were trying to get Hitomi accustomed to English fare) then the boys went to the clearing to play Quidditch, leaving the girls with the house to themselves. But that morning as the dishes scrubbed themselves in the sink, a knock came from the door. Mr. Weasley went to answer it, and came back with Cornelius Fudge behind him. Hitomi nodded towards him, knowing somehow that her time here was over.
"Morning Molly, might I rob you of some of your leftovers?" he asked. Mrs. Weasley responded by piling him a plate with the left-over sauages and eggs and a few slices of toast. Fudge quickly downed the food, brushing his robes of the crumbs, and cleared his throat.
"I think you know why I'm here. Aurthur sent me an owl a few days agao, and I was surprized to see that they had a muggle with them as a guest." He nodded to Hitomi when he said 'muggle'. Hitomi leered at him, she wasn't very fond of being described as a mere 'muggle'.
"Of course, this can't be. The wizarding world must remain in secret from muggles, to assure our own saftey. I was informed of the circumstances of which the muggle came to be here, and nothing illegal was done on any witch or wizards part since the muggle forced herself into the car." Harry gawked at him. Hitomi's leer became a look of rage, and, as he guessed, her hands were clenched to fists under the table. Mr. Weasley himself went to correct Fudge, but was silenced by a hand.
"We deemed it best, for the saftey of all magical parties involved, that the muggle have her memory altered, and returned to the former place of resistence." he concluded. Harry jumped to his feet.
"You can't send her back to the Dursleys!! They hate her more than they do me, it would be comitting murder, they'll kick her on the street!" he argued. Fudge looked at him sadly.
"Now Harry, I realize you have become attached to the muggle, but you know this is out of my hands. I will assure that the muggle..."
WHAM!!! Hitomi's hand slammed down on the table, rattling the vase of flowers, and cutting off Fudge aburply. She stood up to her full height and leaned over the glare at the Minister.
"I.........HAVE........A ........NAME!!! IT'S HITOMI!! MY NAME IS HITOMI!! IF YOU CAN'T CALL ME BY MY NAME, THEN DON'T ADDRESS ME PERIOD!!" she slammed her chair into place and stalked out. "I will be packing my things. It's obvious that this man wants this 'muggle' out of here as fast as possible...."
The kitchen stood in silence for a few minuets. Fudge looked back at them, suddenly embaressed with himself. "I guess we will, um, wait for her to pack....." he studdered. It was plain to see that Fudge was a bit taken back by Hitomi's sudden outburst. Harry was willing to guess that Fudge was rarely argued with at the Ministry, he never expected to be yelled at like that, much less with a muggle.
The family stood in the living room, all waiting for Hitomi to come down. Mrs. Weasley was dabbing at her eyes, and Ginny was sniffing quietly. Hermione looked cross and sad at the same time. The rest of them looked down-trodden. Fudge, recovered from his bout of embaressment, tapped his foot in annoyance. Hitomi came walking down the stairs, her bags on her shoulders, swords case in hand. She stood before Fudge, a mask of calm on her face.
"Alright, lets get this over with." she sighed. Fudge just looked at her.
"I will allow you to say good-bye." he muttered. "But don't take too long, I have an appointment shortly." Mrs. Weasley leaped forward and embraced Hitomi, crying on her shoulder. "Oh, I feel like I'm losing a daughter..." she wailed. Fred and George shook hands with er and Ron gave her pat on the back. Ginny and Hermione hugged her feircely, Mr. Weasley hugged her too. Finally she came to Harry.
"Well, this is the end huh? Some ride it's been." Hitomi laughed dryly. Harry, gave a half-hearted grin, then hugged her. He couldn't describe it, he felt a brotherly companionship towards her, like she was the kind-hearted sister he had never had. Hitomi hugged him back, giving him a few words of assurance, wishing him luck at school and next summer with the Dursley's. She stood before Fudge.
"Go already..." she sighed. Fudge looked at her abit sternly. He wasn't upset to lose her.
"I will perform the spell, you will simply back out and wake back at the Dursley's, not remembering a thing." Mr. Weasley explained to her. Hitomi just nodded, inside, she was glad that Fudge wasn't doing it. She just didn't like him. She just gripped the case harder, and closer her eyes, head high as usual. Fred and George moved behind her to catch her when she colapsed. Mr. Weasley raised his wand and said the words. A flash of light erupted at hit Hitomi.
Seconds later, Hitomi stood, and opened her eyes. One by one she looked at the others around her. "Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, you." she pointed to Fudge. "I still remember..."
Fudge exploded at Mr. Weasley. "I told you to perform the spell!! If you won't do it, I will!" He bumped him aside, raised his wand again at Hiotmi and said the words. The same flash of light erupted at her, and again nothing happened. Fudge did it again, and nothing happened. The Minister went crazy, he kept firing spells at Hitomi till he was leaning aginst the stair-rail panting for breath.
"I....**wheeze**...don't understand it....**wheeze**....why is she still.... **pant** ..standing??" he cried. Mr. Weasley carried him over to the couch, and conjured a glass of water for him. Fudge downed it in one gulp, and leered at Hitomi.
"What type of muggle are you???? How did you block those spells??" he demanded, still not entirely calm. Hitomi shrugged, giving him a how-in-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-know? look. Fudge looked at her crossly.
"Answer me!! What did you do?" he bellowed. Harry flinched, Fudge's face was about the same color of Uncle Vernon's when he was mad, a deep purple. His eyes were dialated to pinpoints, and there was a throbbing vein at the base of his neck. Hitomi just leered at him. I gotta get her to teach me to do that.... some obsucre part of his brain chimmed. Behind them, Fred and George were seraching for the camera, probably to get a picture to mail to the Daily Prophet, or blackmail him.
"Now Cornelius..." Mr. Weasley soothed, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. Fudge, threw it of and rounded on him.
"You!!" he cried, even madder than ever. "You put some charm on her to protect her!! I know you did, you muggle-lover!" Ginny and Ron jaws dropped in shock, Fred and George, still looking for the camera, didn't hear, and Hermione's eyes went large. Hitomi just looked confused.
"Now that was un-called for Cornelius!" Mrs. Weasley intervened, standing up for her husband. Not even looking at her, Fudge cried back.
"Molly, stay out of this! You know it's true, the flying car, hundreds of muggle-items stowed away in his shed, he even has a plug collection! He'd rather break his wand and join those muggles than stuck up for wizarding kind!! He's practically a turn-coat!"
"Lay off of him!" Ron retorted, making a dash for Fudge, he was held back by Ginny and Herm. Fudge was positively steaming at the ears.
"See?" even his son is a muggle-lover, just like his father!" At that moment everything in the room erupted into an arguement. Voices and a few insults were tossed everywhere, and Harry was positive that someone was gonna pull their wands when suddenly....
**FLASH!!** George and Fred's camera flashed in a puff of green smoke, getting a lovely picture of Fudge trying to strangle Mr. Weasley's neck.
Fudge stormed out of the house, red with embaressment, and his vein still throbbing. When they were sure he was gone, the house rang with laughter. Fred and George danced in the middle of the room, holding the camera up like a throphy. They hurried up to fetch Pig to deliver the film to a developers not far away, bragging about owling it to Rita Skeeter to put in the paper.
That night was dinner by Mrs. Weasley again, but this time she made her first attempt at a real Japanese meal, of course Hitomi coached her along. The table was set with forks, spoons, and chopsticks....... Hitomi was made guest of honor that night, she even stood up, much to amused chuckles, and made a speech about "over coming oppressors of justice and equality.." til the point that she couldn't talk for laughing at herself. The dishes were cleared and sent to wash themselves when Mr. Weasley asked for the attention of the room.
"Okay, in veiw of todays..er...events, it is obvious that Hitomi will be staying for a while longer. In the light of school beginning in a few days, we need to decide what will be done. Now I've owled Dumbledore and informed him of the situation. He was kind enough to give a speedy reply.." he pulled out a scroll of parchment and read:
Aurthur,
I have been informed of the situation by Fudge, and although he claims that the backfire of the spell was resultant of your want to protect your guest, I have reason to beleive other wise. I beleive, than in the best interest of young Hitomi, she be sent to Hogwarts this year, where I , as well as the other members of the staff, can examine her and perhapse diverge the reasons behind this afternoon's events. I will expect to see Miss Hitomi at Hogsmeade Station on September 1st.
Sincerly.
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster.
The children cheered, and Mr and Mrs. Weasley smiled. Hitomi just looked around at them, really not sure of what she heard. "So this means what?" she asked. Fred reached over and clapped her on the shoulder.
"Congradualtions Hitomi! Your coming to Hogwarts with us!"
