Chapter 2
She awoke with a start as the vehicle bounced up and down causing her headache to get even worse. The light in the back compartment was darker then it was before when she first entered the van. The same weary man that was talking to her before spoke again.
"As soon as we enter the hospital I will phone my friend to see if he has any information on this 'Dumbledore' of yours." A smile spread across his face.
"Don't get any wrong ideas. He is not what you think. Albus is... well, my grandfather." She felt heat rise to her cheeks and hoped he didn't spot her blush. She hated lying but that was definitely a lie, but being a human, none less a man, he would surely have to buy it. And it looked as though she was right. He did.
"Your grandfather, you say? Hm... Okay. Well, I guess I can do that for you." He hopped off the back of the van as it came to an abrupt stop.
It felt like hours and hours had past before the chuby looking man approached once more with information that seemed useful. She had just finished all her testings to see if any other injuries she had taken (some of which she refused to do and threatened anybody who would try to make her) when a tall shadow stretched across her room all the way to the boxed window across the room.
"Ma'am? I got that information you wanted." Shuffling through the papers, he didn't even notice the smirk that was slapped on the face of the young woman who sat in the hospital bed before him.
"Albus Dumbledore," He started.
"What is it?" He stopped right after the name with a quizzical look upon his round face.
"Nothing. That's all it says... There's got to be something else in here. I swear I saw more writing on these then that." She was getting impatient. Though she appreciated what he has done for her, she didn't have the time to play games. If she knew anything about Albus it was that he would always have some way for her to contact her.
Papers flew everywhere, drifting slowly to the ground. "Oh goodness gracious!" Now he was extremely frustrated with what little cooperation the papers had given him.
As she got off the bed to help pick up the scattered papers, he insisted that she rest while he cleaned up. Since she would rather gather up the papers, she refused and did so any way.
Reaching down she noticed an older more used paper sitting isolated underneath the tiny bed. As she grabbed it there was a sudden change in the paper that made writing slowly appear. Neat, impressive writing continued to spread across the paper.
Hello my dear child. I have missed you terribly. You must come to see me. You'll find me at The Leaky Cauldron in London. I'm sure you'll find it.
With love,
Albus
She couldn't wait. Finally, she would be able to talk to the man who would tell her stories to help her sleep, the one who would hold her while her parents fought, the one who would always be there for her when she needed someone.
"What are you doing down there?" He frowned as he noticed she had gotten her bandages dirty once more.
"I thought I saw another paper that had flown down underneath the bed." She did it again! Dang it!
"And...?"
"And what?"
"Was it there?"
"Oh! No. It was just a piece of scrap paper." She added quickly, "Nothing, really."
"Okay. Well, I hope you can find him soon. But you do know that you still have three or four more days left until you can leave."
"What?" She choked. "You must be joking! I can't stay here that long!"
"I'm sorry but you must stay a little longer so we know that you are healed." Now her face was flushed. He shrugged his shoulders and exited the room.
That was not going to do. She had to get out of there soon, some how. And she knew just what to do.