(AN: Again, thanks to my reviewer! The girl will come up later. Patrick's
portal traveling ability comes in handy for doing a great many things.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing! My characters are the extended Dolan family, the Americans found in this chapter, and everything about Hound's Hollow. I'm just a broke college student who writes for fun and to pass time between classes. I only own my Pointe Shoes.
Patrick walked back into the house looking rather tired. Opening portals wasn't easy work, even after all the years he had been doing it. The timed portal used to bring the girl to Hound's Hollow was particularly tricky since it involved the Muggle World.
"Mom, have you see Chris and the rest of them?" Patrick asked, once all the wizards had gone up stairs.
He didn't really feel like putting on a happy face and talking to all the wizards he had just helped bring to his house.
"They're in one of the back rooms. Albus Dumbledore is with them," Anne replied, fixing a lampshade that had become crooked during all the commotion.
"Dumbledore is here! When did he get here?" Patrick asked.
He didn't remember Dumbledore arriving at Hound's tooth.
"He arrived just after you went to go pick up Molly and her family," Anne started, "by the way, he wants to speak with you."
"When?" Patrick managed to ask.
"Right after you got in," his mother replied in an off handed sort of way, dusting off an end table.
Patrick shot his mother a dirty look for not telling him sooner but kept his annoyance in check. The last thing he needed was his mother acting moody around him. She could be a miserable old goat sometimes. Mulling things over, he decided that heading for the back rooms would be his best course of action.
In the rear of Hound's Tooth, there were seven large rooms. Once, when the entire extended Dolan clan lived under one roof, they were used for food storage. With only a handful of Dolans living in the large house, they had been converted into offices. Patrick had one of the larger offices since he stored many of his spare wand making parts in it.
He walked down to his office and found the door slightly ajar. Hearing voice coming out of his office, he entered the room.
"I'm sorry if I kept your waiting but I had to pick up a group of wizards," he said, breathlessly.
His words were lost on the group as they all sat there laughing at a story he just missed.
"Oh look, Patrick's here!" Chris happily said, noticing his elder brother standing in the doorway.
"He certainty is," Dumbledore said, gravely.
Then he added, "Could you four excuse us for a while?"
The four wizards left without a word. Most of them, specifically James and Chris, knew what that tone of voice meant.
"You're in trouble," joked Chris as he exited the room.
Patrick swatted at his youngest brother and shut the door behind him. He, then, sat down at his desk. Dumbledore took the seat across from him, forcing Patrick to make direct eye contact with him.
"Did you know, Patrick, that necromancy is a crime punishable by a life sentence in Azkaban?" the bearded wizard asked.
"I did, Professor Dumbledore. Why do you ask?" Patrick replied, having an inking about where this conversation might be going.
"How did you do it? Dark Magic?" Dumbledore asked a twinkle in his eyes.
"Heavens no, Albus. Nothing likes that," Patrick, hurriedly, answered.
"Then how? Please don't think I'm accusing you but this is curious, indeed. No wizard has even displayed the ability to bring back the dead. As a matter of fact, it was widely though that the dead could not be brought back. They could exist as ghosts but never return to a full life. Once word gets out, that the Potters and the Dolans have been brought back, everyone is going to want someone to be brought back," Dumbledore explained.
"That's the thing, I didn't do anything. You're not going to believe me but it was my friends, the elves, that helped me and they can't bring just anyone back. There are rules and specifics but I don't know them," Patrick said.
"Who does?" Albus asked.
"I can send for someone, several people actually, who does but they won't be here for a few days," Patrick answered.
Dumbledore nodded, accepting the wizards answer.
The Hogwarts headmaster turned to leave but Patrick, suddenly, asked, "Albus have you given any thought about what to do with the transfer students? I know a lot of the kids here are planning on being able to go to Hogwarts next year."
"Yes, I heard. Minerva and I have decided to take them all in, of course, but sorting them is becoming quite a problem. If we include them in the main, first year sorting, it will take too long but then how?" Dumbledore wondered.
"If I may, Professor, how about we have the sorting here. I know, for a fact, that most of the transfer students are either from here or a few towns around here," Patrick suggested.
"It is very kind of you to offer, Patrick, and I will take it into consideration," Dumbledore told the nervous wizard.
Then he added, "I do hope two of my new students are your niece and nephew."
Patrick smiled and said, "I think I've got my mom convinced, Albus, I really do."
Disclaimer: I own nothing! My characters are the extended Dolan family, the Americans found in this chapter, and everything about Hound's Hollow. I'm just a broke college student who writes for fun and to pass time between classes. I only own my Pointe Shoes.
Patrick walked back into the house looking rather tired. Opening portals wasn't easy work, even after all the years he had been doing it. The timed portal used to bring the girl to Hound's Hollow was particularly tricky since it involved the Muggle World.
"Mom, have you see Chris and the rest of them?" Patrick asked, once all the wizards had gone up stairs.
He didn't really feel like putting on a happy face and talking to all the wizards he had just helped bring to his house.
"They're in one of the back rooms. Albus Dumbledore is with them," Anne replied, fixing a lampshade that had become crooked during all the commotion.
"Dumbledore is here! When did he get here?" Patrick asked.
He didn't remember Dumbledore arriving at Hound's tooth.
"He arrived just after you went to go pick up Molly and her family," Anne started, "by the way, he wants to speak with you."
"When?" Patrick managed to ask.
"Right after you got in," his mother replied in an off handed sort of way, dusting off an end table.
Patrick shot his mother a dirty look for not telling him sooner but kept his annoyance in check. The last thing he needed was his mother acting moody around him. She could be a miserable old goat sometimes. Mulling things over, he decided that heading for the back rooms would be his best course of action.
In the rear of Hound's Tooth, there were seven large rooms. Once, when the entire extended Dolan clan lived under one roof, they were used for food storage. With only a handful of Dolans living in the large house, they had been converted into offices. Patrick had one of the larger offices since he stored many of his spare wand making parts in it.
He walked down to his office and found the door slightly ajar. Hearing voice coming out of his office, he entered the room.
"I'm sorry if I kept your waiting but I had to pick up a group of wizards," he said, breathlessly.
His words were lost on the group as they all sat there laughing at a story he just missed.
"Oh look, Patrick's here!" Chris happily said, noticing his elder brother standing in the doorway.
"He certainty is," Dumbledore said, gravely.
Then he added, "Could you four excuse us for a while?"
The four wizards left without a word. Most of them, specifically James and Chris, knew what that tone of voice meant.
"You're in trouble," joked Chris as he exited the room.
Patrick swatted at his youngest brother and shut the door behind him. He, then, sat down at his desk. Dumbledore took the seat across from him, forcing Patrick to make direct eye contact with him.
"Did you know, Patrick, that necromancy is a crime punishable by a life sentence in Azkaban?" the bearded wizard asked.
"I did, Professor Dumbledore. Why do you ask?" Patrick replied, having an inking about where this conversation might be going.
"How did you do it? Dark Magic?" Dumbledore asked a twinkle in his eyes.
"Heavens no, Albus. Nothing likes that," Patrick, hurriedly, answered.
"Then how? Please don't think I'm accusing you but this is curious, indeed. No wizard has even displayed the ability to bring back the dead. As a matter of fact, it was widely though that the dead could not be brought back. They could exist as ghosts but never return to a full life. Once word gets out, that the Potters and the Dolans have been brought back, everyone is going to want someone to be brought back," Dumbledore explained.
"That's the thing, I didn't do anything. You're not going to believe me but it was my friends, the elves, that helped me and they can't bring just anyone back. There are rules and specifics but I don't know them," Patrick said.
"Who does?" Albus asked.
"I can send for someone, several people actually, who does but they won't be here for a few days," Patrick answered.
Dumbledore nodded, accepting the wizards answer.
The Hogwarts headmaster turned to leave but Patrick, suddenly, asked, "Albus have you given any thought about what to do with the transfer students? I know a lot of the kids here are planning on being able to go to Hogwarts next year."
"Yes, I heard. Minerva and I have decided to take them all in, of course, but sorting them is becoming quite a problem. If we include them in the main, first year sorting, it will take too long but then how?" Dumbledore wondered.
"If I may, Professor, how about we have the sorting here. I know, for a fact, that most of the transfer students are either from here or a few towns around here," Patrick suggested.
"It is very kind of you to offer, Patrick, and I will take it into consideration," Dumbledore told the nervous wizard.
Then he added, "I do hope two of my new students are your niece and nephew."
Patrick smiled and said, "I think I've got my mom convinced, Albus, I really do."