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Chapter Three: Serious Discussions
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except the plot, (and maybe not even that. Has anyone ever seen this done before?)
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Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was sitting at his desk writing a letter, when he was startled to see a man suddenly appear in front of his desk. He was reaching for his wand inside his robes, when he realized who it was. A middle-aged man, with flaming red hair, a small bald spot, who was out of breath and the moment stood before him.
"Arthur!" cried Dumbledore when he recognized him. "What brings you here?" he asked, slightly troubled at the ministry official's abrupt entrance.
"Had to get you… *pant pant * ring… dark mark… Ron..." he muttered, incoherently, while Dumbledore tried to make sense of his rantings.
"Slow down," the headmaster told him gently, easing him into a chair. "breathe, then tell me what happened." He told him, composed, as usual.
Arthur paused before going on again. "my son, Ron, found a ring, in our yard." At this, he held out a shaking hand to Dumbledore, and opened it, to reveal the haunting ring. Dumbledore looked closely at it, before picking it up gingerly with only the tips of his fingers. He examined every possible inch of the ring, before looking back at Arthur.
"Where did you say you found this?" he asked Arthur, a deadly calm to his voice.
"Ron. Ron found it, in the bushes. In our front yard. He was, playing with it, or something." Arthur told him, his voice shaking a bit. Dumbledore nodded, but said nothing. Instead, he looked back at the ring, gazing at it for a few moments. After a while, Arthur couldn't stand it, and started, "Albus?"
Dumbledore looked startled, but looked back at Arthur again. "Yes," he said slowly. "Sorry." He paused, before going on. "I believe I know what this is, but I have not seen the likes of it in a very long time. A very long time." He muttered to himself, staring intently at the ring in his palm. He snapped out of it quickly though, and looked back at Arthur, his eyes old and wise, but also sad. "The only person who has ever had muggle jewelry carved, would be, well," he hesitated, then plunged on. "The only person to create muggle jewelry, would be the Dark Lord himself, when he was at the very beginning of his journey into the Dark Arts." He looked at Arthur pointedly, and sat back behind his desk, sighing.
Arthur continued to stare straight ahead, his eyes blank, his face pale. "What does that mean?" he whispered, not moving.
Dumbledore sighed before replying. "It means, dear Arthur, that Voldemort, or one of his Death Eaters, has been near your house in the past twenty- four hours." He looked down, not meeting Arthur's eyes, but heard him reply softly, "alright. Molly and I agreed to do this charm this morning, and now it seems that it will be necessary to have it done as soon as possible."
Dumbledore nodded and told him, "The soonest we can start the process is tomorrow night, and all of your family needs to be there."
Arthur nodded, and stood up from the chair, looking considerably better than he had when he had arrived. "Thank you for all your help Dumbledore." He said, reaching over the table and shaking hands with the headmaster. "We will all appreciate it." He took out his wand then, and disappeared from the office of the headmaster, back to the burrow.
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Molly Weasley sat with her children for a few moments before shooing all the children upstairs and then started to clean the kitchen, whether it needed it or not. She was halfway through mopping the floor the muggle way, when her husband popped back into the house.
She rushed over to him immediately, and hugged him tight. "Arthur," she said into his shirt, her voice muffled slightly. "Is everything going to be alright?" she asked him tearfully.
"We're going to make it alright, my love. We're going to try." He answered her, "We are going to try."
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A/N: alrighty folks!! How did you like this chappy??? I know, I know, its not very long, and I'm sorry. But its now 1:53 at night, and I am going to go to bed, and I couldn't think of anything else to fit into this chapter, so I decided this would be it! Hope you like it, and I will try to get more up soon, but *despair * school is going back, and teachers will be very mean and give me loads of homeowork. That and I must do all my spring break homework the night before school gets back!! lol anywayz, I hope you liked it, and I hope that you want this to continue, cuz if you do, you'll REVIEW!!!!!
And my shoutouts, (the wonderful THREE ppl that reviewed.)
Urania: thank you for thinking this doesn't suck. lol!
Misty: thanks, and I hope that you like this chappy.
La2ur2a: thank you, and you have very good prophecy skills, cuz u were right!!
Hope that everyone likes this chapter enough to REVIEW!!!!! Thank you, and good nite!
Chapter Three: Serious Discussions
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except the plot, (and maybe not even that. Has anyone ever seen this done before?)
Oo00ooOOoo00ooOOoo00ooOOoo
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was sitting at his desk writing a letter, when he was startled to see a man suddenly appear in front of his desk. He was reaching for his wand inside his robes, when he realized who it was. A middle-aged man, with flaming red hair, a small bald spot, who was out of breath and the moment stood before him.
"Arthur!" cried Dumbledore when he recognized him. "What brings you here?" he asked, slightly troubled at the ministry official's abrupt entrance.
"Had to get you… *pant pant * ring… dark mark… Ron..." he muttered, incoherently, while Dumbledore tried to make sense of his rantings.
"Slow down," the headmaster told him gently, easing him into a chair. "breathe, then tell me what happened." He told him, composed, as usual.
Arthur paused before going on again. "my son, Ron, found a ring, in our yard." At this, he held out a shaking hand to Dumbledore, and opened it, to reveal the haunting ring. Dumbledore looked closely at it, before picking it up gingerly with only the tips of his fingers. He examined every possible inch of the ring, before looking back at Arthur.
"Where did you say you found this?" he asked Arthur, a deadly calm to his voice.
"Ron. Ron found it, in the bushes. In our front yard. He was, playing with it, or something." Arthur told him, his voice shaking a bit. Dumbledore nodded, but said nothing. Instead, he looked back at the ring, gazing at it for a few moments. After a while, Arthur couldn't stand it, and started, "Albus?"
Dumbledore looked startled, but looked back at Arthur again. "Yes," he said slowly. "Sorry." He paused, before going on. "I believe I know what this is, but I have not seen the likes of it in a very long time. A very long time." He muttered to himself, staring intently at the ring in his palm. He snapped out of it quickly though, and looked back at Arthur, his eyes old and wise, but also sad. "The only person who has ever had muggle jewelry carved, would be, well," he hesitated, then plunged on. "The only person to create muggle jewelry, would be the Dark Lord himself, when he was at the very beginning of his journey into the Dark Arts." He looked at Arthur pointedly, and sat back behind his desk, sighing.
Arthur continued to stare straight ahead, his eyes blank, his face pale. "What does that mean?" he whispered, not moving.
Dumbledore sighed before replying. "It means, dear Arthur, that Voldemort, or one of his Death Eaters, has been near your house in the past twenty- four hours." He looked down, not meeting Arthur's eyes, but heard him reply softly, "alright. Molly and I agreed to do this charm this morning, and now it seems that it will be necessary to have it done as soon as possible."
Dumbledore nodded and told him, "The soonest we can start the process is tomorrow night, and all of your family needs to be there."
Arthur nodded, and stood up from the chair, looking considerably better than he had when he had arrived. "Thank you for all your help Dumbledore." He said, reaching over the table and shaking hands with the headmaster. "We will all appreciate it." He took out his wand then, and disappeared from the office of the headmaster, back to the burrow.
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Molly Weasley sat with her children for a few moments before shooing all the children upstairs and then started to clean the kitchen, whether it needed it or not. She was halfway through mopping the floor the muggle way, when her husband popped back into the house.
She rushed over to him immediately, and hugged him tight. "Arthur," she said into his shirt, her voice muffled slightly. "Is everything going to be alright?" she asked him tearfully.
"We're going to make it alright, my love. We're going to try." He answered her, "We are going to try."
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A/N: alrighty folks!! How did you like this chappy??? I know, I know, its not very long, and I'm sorry. But its now 1:53 at night, and I am going to go to bed, and I couldn't think of anything else to fit into this chapter, so I decided this would be it! Hope you like it, and I will try to get more up soon, but *despair * school is going back, and teachers will be very mean and give me loads of homeowork. That and I must do all my spring break homework the night before school gets back!! lol anywayz, I hope you liked it, and I hope that you want this to continue, cuz if you do, you'll REVIEW!!!!!
And my shoutouts, (the wonderful THREE ppl that reviewed.)
Urania: thank you for thinking this doesn't suck. lol!
Misty: thanks, and I hope that you like this chappy.
La2ur2a: thank you, and you have very good prophecy skills, cuz u were right!!
Hope that everyone likes this chapter enough to REVIEW!!!!! Thank you, and good nite!