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"Dumbledore, are you sure she should be coming out? What if someone finds out about her?"
"Mcgonagall you must not worry, she is very well at hiding, and the person most likely to find out is Miss. Granger, she would come strait to you or me. In that case we would need to explain it to her, she is very good at keeping secrets."
"Yes but what if someone else finds out, or someone suspects?"
"She is considered a mythical creature, very few know she is real most people would considered it as a joke."
"But what if he-who-must-not-be-named finds out?"
"I a sure you that there will be no problem, now I must insist that you settle down, and go to bed."
"Yes headmaster." Mcgonagall slowly left the headmaster's office. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * *
In a small bed room a boy, with messy black hair and an interesting scar on his forehead was sitting on his bed. "Ron are you there?" The boy asked
"Yes, these things keep getting fuzzy!"
"Well ask 'Moine to fix it!"
"She is sleeping, you know most people sleep at 2 in the mourning."
"Really I never would have guessed!" Outside there was a small squeak.
"Boy!" A man yelled, "It's 2 in the mourning go to sleep!"
"Yes uncle Vernon. Ron I have to go."
"Alright we will be there tomorrow at 10!"
"Ok see ya then." The boy put a walkie-talkie down on his nightstand; he set his glasses down beside them and started to drift of into an uneasy sleep.
"Dumbledore, are you sure she should be coming out? What if someone finds out about her?"
"Mcgonagall you must not worry, she is very well at hiding, and the person most likely to find out is Miss. Granger, she would come strait to you or me. In that case we would need to explain it to her, she is very good at keeping secrets."
"Yes but what if someone else finds out, or someone suspects?"
"She is considered a mythical creature, very few know she is real most people would considered it as a joke."
"But what if he-who-must-not-be-named finds out?"
"I a sure you that there will be no problem, now I must insist that you settle down, and go to bed."
"Yes headmaster." Mcgonagall slowly left the headmaster's office. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * *
In a small bed room a boy, with messy black hair and an interesting scar on his forehead was sitting on his bed. "Ron are you there?" The boy asked
"Yes, these things keep getting fuzzy!"
"Well ask 'Moine to fix it!"
"She is sleeping, you know most people sleep at 2 in the mourning."
"Really I never would have guessed!" Outside there was a small squeak.
"Boy!" A man yelled, "It's 2 in the mourning go to sleep!"
"Yes uncle Vernon. Ron I have to go."
"Alright we will be there tomorrow at 10!"
"Ok see ya then." The boy put a walkie-talkie down on his nightstand; he set his glasses down beside them and started to drift of into an uneasy sleep.
