A/N: Thank you for reviewing! And here is the long awaited (heh, not
really, but it sounds good!) food fight!!!!!! Lol...R/R!
Disclaimer: Do I really have to go through this again? That's what I thought. Same as chapter 2.
Chapter Three: Expect the Unexpected-Especially At Hogwarts
I was cautious on my way to Hogwarts, not really sure what to expect. When I finally arrived at Hogwarts, it was about dinner time, and due to the utter quietness, I realized that none of the students were here yet. Obviously because Draco wasn't-
I walked up the front steps, slightly amazed that I had made it here alive and well. Clearing my head I strode boldly into the entrance way. I heard voices coming from a door ahead to my right, so I decided to look there first. When I walked in, I realized I was most definitely in the correct place-every single Hogwarts teacher was sitting in front of me. And every single one of them was looking at me. Professor Dumbledore recognized me and spoke, "What brings you to Hogwarts, Callie Avalante?" At the mention of my name, some of the teachers looked quite shocked.
"Professors," I nodded to them politely, "There has been.a..a..well something happened. Something I can't explain. But I'm here and Draco Malfoy isn't. We were attacked. The first time by Death Eaters. We both were fine and went back to Malfoy Manor, where our mothers were. And then, no sooner did I tell my father what happened than we were attacked again," I paused, "I don't really know who attacked us, but Draco led me upstairs. We heard-we-we-heard..our mothers screaming.and then it was quiet. And we knew they would come upstairs. Draco knew it was me they were after because I'm an Avalante, so he sent me away. He said they wouldn't hurt him because of who his father was. He told me to run-something I don't like to do, but in this case, I didn't see any other option." I was out of breath, but the teacher's believed me. Every single one of them was speechless.
Well, except for Dumbledore. He spoke slowly, as if having a hard time believing what I'd just said, "Mr. Malfoy can handle himself very well. I'm not worried about him at the moment. He can, after all, just join them if his life is endangered. But I don't think he will quite have to do that. You will remain here until the students come and we here something about Mr. Malfoy. I will contact your father. Is there anything you'd like to ask?"
I nodded slowly, "What about the Academy? What will I do?"
A twinkle came into his eye, "You will still learn-we can arrange for someone to come here and teach you. You will, however, for your own safety, have to change your name and minimize almost all contact with your father," he paused and I nodded, "You will also be given your own room here at Hogwarts-so you will not belong to any one house. You will not be allowed to play Quidditch for your own safety. I do however, think that you will not be here long, however while you are here, your protection will be at a very high level."
"Thank you very much Professor," I tried to smile.
Noticing my weak effort he said, "Professor McGonagall will show you to your room. I will have to take your broom-you will get it when you leave." I nodded my thanks.
A tall, slim, elderly witch stood up and motioned for me to follow her. As I followed her up quite a few flights of stairs, she spoke up, "Mr. Malfoy will be perfectly fine, I assure you. He knows how to handle himself, as Professor Dumbledore said. You will also be perfectly safe here. You can expect to here from your father and the Auror Academy within the week. The students arrive on Friday. You will find a map on the table in your room. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be served to you here until further notice. You have free roam of the castle, but you are not to leave these walls. The password is 'Chubby Toe' Goodnight, Miss Avalante," said the Professor, and she left. Muttering the password, I climbed up into my new room.
The next few days passed quickly. I spent most of my time roaming the halls or talking to Professor Snape. He was excellent at potions, and said I was quite good as well. After all, you have to be good at potions to be an Auror. On Thursday, around dinner time, I was talking to Professor Snape about his lesson plans for the first week when I asked him, "Who is your best student?"
He smirked, "Draco Malfoy.although, I may not show it, but Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor student is one of my favorites."
Seeing my shock, for I knew about the house rivalry, he explained, "She is my niece."
I merely nodded and headed back up to my room. He called after me though, "Professor Dumbledore would like you to eat with us tomorrow night. The students will be here. He said you will get to talk to your father and a teacher from your Academy."
I smiled to myself, but kept on walking.
I slept in rather late-about eleven. As I ate my breakfast slowly, I thought about where Draco might be. That thought somehow made me feel guilty for not fighting, and slightly sad that he didn't come with me.
Professor Dumbledore had sent for my robes and such, and I wore my uniform for the Auror Wizardry Training Academy to dinner. I was proud of myself that I didn't get lost, but paused. I didn't know where to sit. Brushing that thought aside, I walked into the Great Hall. Immediately the whole place was quiet, looking at me and trying to figure out who I was and where I was from. Professor Snape motioned for me to sit at the Slytherin table. Looking over there I realized why when my eyes met a pair of stormy gray ones. Shock registered in Draco Malfoy's eyes. Relief flooded through me-he was merely scratched in a few places. Glancing up at the staff table, I noticed that every single one of them was smirking. From someplace, anger came to me. I was slightly angry that all the professors had most likely known that Draco would come to school and hadn't told me. So I stopped walking towards the Slytherin table and picked up the nearest apple pie. I walked boldly to the staff table-you could have heard a pin drop. I didn't actually believe I had gotten this far-and then I realized that the Professors didn't think I would do anything. I smirked when I was a few feet away from Professor Snape. All the teachers expressions changed from smug to unsure-Professor Dumbledore started to laugh, Professor Snape froze in disbelief and Professor McGonagall looked horrified. And then I let the pie fly-right into Professor Snape's face. Something hit my back and I turned. Somebody had hit me with a roll to get my attention. And then I saw the massive bowl of chocolate pudding Draco Malfoy was holding. Too late I saw a spoonful fly at me-it hit me smack in the face. It was very yummy though. I managed to duck the next spoonful-which hit Professor Sprout.
Professor picked up a cherry pie and let it fly towards the Hufflepuff table. It hit the top of this one boy's face. A major food fight began. Somehow I managed to slip up behind Draco and grabbed the bowl of pudding from him. He spun around quick as lightning-but I was quicker. I dumped the whole bowl on top of his head. I moved out of his range doubled over with laughter. The teachers had stopped and were watching the students fight. Professor Dumbledore was watching Draco and myself however, and Professor Snape was too. Draco picked up yet another bowl of chocolate pudding (yummy!!). I was then hit with an awful lot of very good tasting chocolate pudding. Suddenly Professor Dumbledore raised his hands and everybody stopped. His voice boomed, "That's enough now, please clean yourselves up."
Within five minutes the older students had completely cleaned themselves off using cleaning charms. And then I noticed all eyes on the doors. I turned around slowly. My father, along with half a dozen Aurors and a Professor from the Academy were standing in the doorway. Professor Dumbledore nodded to me, and I made my way to my father's side. He hugged me immediately and then went up to speak to Professor Dumbledore. During that time Draco's eyes never left my face. We left a few minutes later-and Draco's eyes followed me out of the Great Hall, I could feel them boring into my back.
It was when we were flying back to the Academy that I realized that I might not ever see Draco Malfoy again. And that I was still wearing that necklace he gave me.
A/N: Sorry about the odd format.REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Do I really have to go through this again? That's what I thought. Same as chapter 2.
Chapter Three: Expect the Unexpected-Especially At Hogwarts
I was cautious on my way to Hogwarts, not really sure what to expect. When I finally arrived at Hogwarts, it was about dinner time, and due to the utter quietness, I realized that none of the students were here yet. Obviously because Draco wasn't-
I walked up the front steps, slightly amazed that I had made it here alive and well. Clearing my head I strode boldly into the entrance way. I heard voices coming from a door ahead to my right, so I decided to look there first. When I walked in, I realized I was most definitely in the correct place-every single Hogwarts teacher was sitting in front of me. And every single one of them was looking at me. Professor Dumbledore recognized me and spoke, "What brings you to Hogwarts, Callie Avalante?" At the mention of my name, some of the teachers looked quite shocked.
"Professors," I nodded to them politely, "There has been.a..a..well something happened. Something I can't explain. But I'm here and Draco Malfoy isn't. We were attacked. The first time by Death Eaters. We both were fine and went back to Malfoy Manor, where our mothers were. And then, no sooner did I tell my father what happened than we were attacked again," I paused, "I don't really know who attacked us, but Draco led me upstairs. We heard-we-we-heard..our mothers screaming.and then it was quiet. And we knew they would come upstairs. Draco knew it was me they were after because I'm an Avalante, so he sent me away. He said they wouldn't hurt him because of who his father was. He told me to run-something I don't like to do, but in this case, I didn't see any other option." I was out of breath, but the teacher's believed me. Every single one of them was speechless.
Well, except for Dumbledore. He spoke slowly, as if having a hard time believing what I'd just said, "Mr. Malfoy can handle himself very well. I'm not worried about him at the moment. He can, after all, just join them if his life is endangered. But I don't think he will quite have to do that. You will remain here until the students come and we here something about Mr. Malfoy. I will contact your father. Is there anything you'd like to ask?"
I nodded slowly, "What about the Academy? What will I do?"
A twinkle came into his eye, "You will still learn-we can arrange for someone to come here and teach you. You will, however, for your own safety, have to change your name and minimize almost all contact with your father," he paused and I nodded, "You will also be given your own room here at Hogwarts-so you will not belong to any one house. You will not be allowed to play Quidditch for your own safety. I do however, think that you will not be here long, however while you are here, your protection will be at a very high level."
"Thank you very much Professor," I tried to smile.
Noticing my weak effort he said, "Professor McGonagall will show you to your room. I will have to take your broom-you will get it when you leave." I nodded my thanks.
A tall, slim, elderly witch stood up and motioned for me to follow her. As I followed her up quite a few flights of stairs, she spoke up, "Mr. Malfoy will be perfectly fine, I assure you. He knows how to handle himself, as Professor Dumbledore said. You will also be perfectly safe here. You can expect to here from your father and the Auror Academy within the week. The students arrive on Friday. You will find a map on the table in your room. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be served to you here until further notice. You have free roam of the castle, but you are not to leave these walls. The password is 'Chubby Toe' Goodnight, Miss Avalante," said the Professor, and she left. Muttering the password, I climbed up into my new room.
The next few days passed quickly. I spent most of my time roaming the halls or talking to Professor Snape. He was excellent at potions, and said I was quite good as well. After all, you have to be good at potions to be an Auror. On Thursday, around dinner time, I was talking to Professor Snape about his lesson plans for the first week when I asked him, "Who is your best student?"
He smirked, "Draco Malfoy.although, I may not show it, but Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor student is one of my favorites."
Seeing my shock, for I knew about the house rivalry, he explained, "She is my niece."
I merely nodded and headed back up to my room. He called after me though, "Professor Dumbledore would like you to eat with us tomorrow night. The students will be here. He said you will get to talk to your father and a teacher from your Academy."
I smiled to myself, but kept on walking.
I slept in rather late-about eleven. As I ate my breakfast slowly, I thought about where Draco might be. That thought somehow made me feel guilty for not fighting, and slightly sad that he didn't come with me.
Professor Dumbledore had sent for my robes and such, and I wore my uniform for the Auror Wizardry Training Academy to dinner. I was proud of myself that I didn't get lost, but paused. I didn't know where to sit. Brushing that thought aside, I walked into the Great Hall. Immediately the whole place was quiet, looking at me and trying to figure out who I was and where I was from. Professor Snape motioned for me to sit at the Slytherin table. Looking over there I realized why when my eyes met a pair of stormy gray ones. Shock registered in Draco Malfoy's eyes. Relief flooded through me-he was merely scratched in a few places. Glancing up at the staff table, I noticed that every single one of them was smirking. From someplace, anger came to me. I was slightly angry that all the professors had most likely known that Draco would come to school and hadn't told me. So I stopped walking towards the Slytherin table and picked up the nearest apple pie. I walked boldly to the staff table-you could have heard a pin drop. I didn't actually believe I had gotten this far-and then I realized that the Professors didn't think I would do anything. I smirked when I was a few feet away from Professor Snape. All the teachers expressions changed from smug to unsure-Professor Dumbledore started to laugh, Professor Snape froze in disbelief and Professor McGonagall looked horrified. And then I let the pie fly-right into Professor Snape's face. Something hit my back and I turned. Somebody had hit me with a roll to get my attention. And then I saw the massive bowl of chocolate pudding Draco Malfoy was holding. Too late I saw a spoonful fly at me-it hit me smack in the face. It was very yummy though. I managed to duck the next spoonful-which hit Professor Sprout.
Professor picked up a cherry pie and let it fly towards the Hufflepuff table. It hit the top of this one boy's face. A major food fight began. Somehow I managed to slip up behind Draco and grabbed the bowl of pudding from him. He spun around quick as lightning-but I was quicker. I dumped the whole bowl on top of his head. I moved out of his range doubled over with laughter. The teachers had stopped and were watching the students fight. Professor Dumbledore was watching Draco and myself however, and Professor Snape was too. Draco picked up yet another bowl of chocolate pudding (yummy!!). I was then hit with an awful lot of very good tasting chocolate pudding. Suddenly Professor Dumbledore raised his hands and everybody stopped. His voice boomed, "That's enough now, please clean yourselves up."
Within five minutes the older students had completely cleaned themselves off using cleaning charms. And then I noticed all eyes on the doors. I turned around slowly. My father, along with half a dozen Aurors and a Professor from the Academy were standing in the doorway. Professor Dumbledore nodded to me, and I made my way to my father's side. He hugged me immediately and then went up to speak to Professor Dumbledore. During that time Draco's eyes never left my face. We left a few minutes later-and Draco's eyes followed me out of the Great Hall, I could feel them boring into my back.
It was when we were flying back to the Academy that I realized that I might not ever see Draco Malfoy again. And that I was still wearing that necklace he gave me.
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