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but the characters are mine (sorta). Hope you like it. R&R!
Chapter II
Around midnight-A man appeared on the corner that a cat had been watching, he appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
Nothing like this man had ever appeared on Private Drive before. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This mans name was Albus Dumbleydoor.
"I should have known." he said. "Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
He turned to smile at the tabby, but it gad gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun.
"How did you know it was me?"
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you sat on a wall all day!"
"All day? When you could be celebrating?"
"Oh yes, everyone has been celebrating, it's been all over the muggle news! Oh yes a fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all! I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledoor?"
"It certainly seems so," he said, "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"A what!?"
"A lemon drop. They're a kind of sweet muggle candy I'm rather fond of."
"No thanks." she said coldly. "Are the rumors true?"
"Yes, the good and the bad."
"Is he safe!?"
"Hugrid is bringing him. We can give him to his aunt and uncle."
"The people who live here!! Their the worst sort of muggles around!"
"They're his only family and they can explain everything to him when he's older. I've told them all in a letter."
"A letter? These people don't understand our kind! He'll be famous-A legend-I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Fuzzy Claymaker day in the future-Books written about him-Every child will know his name!"
"That's why its best if he doesn't know about until he's ready to take it."
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Dark Mag: Hope you like this chapter. Too much talking in my opinion but necessary (or is it?) Well anywaz R&R.
Chapter II
Around midnight-A man appeared on the corner that a cat had been watching, he appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
Nothing like this man had ever appeared on Private Drive before. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This mans name was Albus Dumbleydoor.
"I should have known." he said. "Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
He turned to smile at the tabby, but it gad gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun.
"How did you know it was me?"
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you sat on a wall all day!"
"All day? When you could be celebrating?"
"Oh yes, everyone has been celebrating, it's been all over the muggle news! Oh yes a fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all! I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledoor?"
"It certainly seems so," he said, "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"A what!?"
"A lemon drop. They're a kind of sweet muggle candy I'm rather fond of."
"No thanks." she said coldly. "Are the rumors true?"
"Yes, the good and the bad."
"Is he safe!?"
"Hugrid is bringing him. We can give him to his aunt and uncle."
"The people who live here!! Their the worst sort of muggles around!"
"They're his only family and they can explain everything to him when he's older. I've told them all in a letter."
"A letter? These people don't understand our kind! He'll be famous-A legend-I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Fuzzy Claymaker day in the future-Books written about him-Every child will know his name!"
"That's why its best if he doesn't know about until he's ready to take it."
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Dark Mag: Hope you like this chapter. Too much talking in my opinion but necessary (or is it?) Well anywaz R&R.