Cornelius Fudge barged into Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore looked up. "To what do I owe this...pleasant surprise?" He asked, interlacing his fingers at his desk.
Fudge glares at him. "It isn't about Ministry business, is it? Last time you brought Ministry business to my school, it ended in chaos, and two of my very intelligent students quit their final year," Said Dumbledore, sounding pleasant enough, "You nearly killed one of my best teachers, you somehow got the impression that one of my other teachers was a convict, and -"
He never got to say what else, for Fudge interrupted him. "This isn't about Ministry business, Dumbledore," He glowered.
"If it is about Voldemort," Fudge flinched, "Oh stop it Fudge, then I assure you, the school is still very safe."
"It has nothing to do with Lord - Lord - Lord What's-his-face either," Fudge said, obviously not ready to say Voldemort's name.
"Then why are you here?" Dumbledore asked.
"It's...student business," Answered Fudge.
"I will not answer any questions concerning Harry Potter without his permission," Said Dumbledore.
"It has nothing to do about Harry Potter, though, how is the boy. OK, OK, don't look at me like that Dumbledore, actually, there is a student I would like you to look at," Fudge said, digging through a folder that was completely flat, yet when he opened it was filled with papers. "She's a sixth year."
Dumbledore looked at Fudge. "A sixth year?"
"Yes, a sixth year, she's from Egypt, part Japanese if I'm correct," Fudge said, still leafing through his papers.
"Well, if she's a sixth year, I presume she's been at another school," Said Dumbledore, lowering his still laced fingers to his desk.
"Yes, yes. She has been. Was at that school, in Egypt for the past 3 years, in Japan for her first 2 year. Now, what were those school's called? Oh well, it's not that important," Fudge explained, not looking up from his papers.
"Why doesn't she still go to those schools?" Asked Dumbledore.
"Well, you see. Her school in Egypt won't accept her back, due to...circumstances," He pulled out about 7 papers out of his briefcase. "And, there aren't any other school's near her that will accept her, due to said circumstances." He said, closing the folder, so once again it was completely flat, and looked to be empty. "And you know you aren't to...picky about who comes to this school, so I thought you'd have a look at her."
Dumbledore picked up the papers. The first five consisted of her grades and school records. "This girl is extremely smart. Though it does seem she caused a bit of trouble. I don't see why they wouldn't accept her back. Her OWLs were extremely good," Dumbledore said.
"Yes well, look at the last two pages. They consist of the...circumstances," Fudge said, looking at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore read the pages, and his face went graver as he read through them. "She's a - Is this recent?" He said, looking up briefly at the Minister.
"Yes, fairly recent. It happened when she got home for the summer."
"Well, with grades this high, we can't just turn her away. She may become a rouge, or join Voldemort, Cornelius stop it. It would be more dangerous to turn her away then to accept her," Dumbledore turned to one of the portraits of past headmasters and headmistresses. "Go fetch Snape for me, please," He said. The portrait nodded, then disappeared from the painting. "Right, we will accept her," He turned back to Fudge.
"But, won't it be dangerous?" Asked Fudge, clearly not expecting Dumbledore to accept the girl.
"Yes, it may be a little dangerous, but, without the proper training, then she may more dangerous, as I have already said." He looked at Fudge then sighed. "As our teachers we have had werewolves, half giants and someone possessed by Voldemort. I think we can handle a -"
Suddenly Snape walked in. "You asked for me?" He asked cooly, his gaze resting on The Minister of Magic.
"Yes, Snape. I would like to know if you could make a potion for someone of her case," He said, handing Snape the papers.
Snape looked, then nodded. "I believe I can," He said. "Is that all?" As Dumbledore nodded, he turned on his heal, and began walking down the stairs, holding the students records.
"If that is all, Cornelius, may I ask you to leave?"
Fudge got up, nodded curtly, turned and left the office.
Dumbledore sighed heavily as Fudge left his office. "I only hope we can handle this."
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Who here know's if Snape is a mudblood, or a pure blood? I need to know for a fic I plan to start working on soon.
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