~*~*~*~*Chapter Five*~*~*~*~

The Meeting



Yrrah walked along with the other people he thought to be first years. As he walked along, a tall lady with black hair in a tight bun pulled him aside.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped. "You're not supposed to be here."

"W- well I-I just-well I think- I- I took the wrong train," stuttered Yrrah.

"Well we'll just have to see about this!" huffed the lady. She took Yrrah by the arm and dragged him into a horseless carriage. The carriage took them to the castle and the lady dragged him through winding corridors inside when finally they reached a gargoyle. "Sizzle Sticks" barked the lady. The gargoyle came to life and let them through. They walked up many steps and at the top there was an office. The lady knocked once, then entered.

Inside, there was an old man with long white hair in purple robes. The lady said she'd be right back, then left.

"Hullo," said the aged man heartily. "My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore, and that mean lady who dragged you here is called Professor Minevera Mcgonagall. I am headmaster of this school, and Prof. Mcgonagall is the deputy headmistress. What brings you to my office on this joyous date?" finished Dumbledore.

"Well I-" started Yrrah but Prof. Mcgonagall burst in at that moment.

"This boy doesn't belong here, Albus," said Mcgonagall. "This boy, Yrrah Rettop, belongs in Svenstain, Moscow! He must have taken the wrong train at the all-school station. I know the Hogwarts Express doesn't start at that station, but it does stop for fuel. Those Svenstain rules, sending a child---"

"Whoa! Calm down Minevera!" cut in Dumbledore. "No need to be harsh, I get the idea. Well, I guess he should stay here, until I get an owl through to my cousin, Subla, the new headmaster at Svenstain. Yrrah shall go through the sorting and all the rituals until we have discussed this with Svenstain." Dumbledore went on. "This reminds me of

.the time-"

"We don't have time for what it reminds you of, Albus, I mustn't keep the first years waiting in suspense." snapped Mcgonagall. "Yrrah, you go down the stairs, left down the corridor, take a right, the last room on the left. Ask the pictures for help if you need it. I will be down in a moment."

And Yrrah set off not knowing a thing what the future held for him...





All the characters in this chapter belong to J.K. Rowling. The only things that I own are the plot, Yrrah Rettop, and all things about Svenstain.

Interesting meeting, no? I've got no (0, none, zip, nada) e-mails on suggestions, please send me one.