A Muggle At Hogwarts
By Son Of Evil
Everyone was sitting at his or her house tables in the great hall. They'd been called out of their classes for a special announcement. Everyone was wondering what it was. They knew it had to be important, and most thought it was to do with the Dark Lord. They were right, in a way.
Once everyone had arrived, Dumbledore held up his hands for silence. Everyone immediately stopped talking, and looked at Dumbledore. "I have a special announcement." His voice boomed through the Hall. "Two nights ago, a muggle farther and son were attacked, in their home, by twelve Death Eaters." The whole Hall broke out in murmurs and whispers. Dumbledore waited a moment, and then beckoned for silence again.
"Fortunaly, what the Death Eaters didn't know, or didn't care about, thinking it was nothing to worry over, was that both of them where highly trained in muggle fighting techniques."
Dumbledore paused for a moment. Every eye was on him. He had every ones undivided attention. Everyone, including the Slytherin's, wanted to know what had happened. Was it possible that muggle fighting techniques could actually make them a match for Death Eaters?
Dumbledore spoke up again. "The muggles were able to beat the Death Eaters." Everyone just looked at him in shock. Dumbledore continued. "The father, aged 39, was able to disarm and kill six of the Death Eaters. The boy, aged 16, was able to kill 3, and fatally wound 2.
The boy's father was horribly injured. The remaining Death Eater, who had suffered broken bones and a minor concussion, was being interrogated . rather brutally I might add . by the boy, on what was happening to his father, and how to save him, when the ministry arrived. The Death Eater was in the process of being tortured for not answering a question, when the ministry walked in."
Dumbledore looked over the Hall. No one made a sound. "I do not know exactly what happened, nor do I know the identity of the Death Eaters. What I do know, though, is that the curse that hit his father is pure dark magic, and compliatly unknown to muggle doctors. He is currently in one of our hospitals, where our doctors are fighting to save his life."
Seeing that some of the Slytherin's were about to shout cries of protest, he threw them a warning glance.
"The boy was interrogated by the ministry, and was then placed under a memory charm." Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was going on. This was what Dumbledore had called them for? They could have read about it in the daily prophet.
"It didn't work," Dumbledore said, drawing every one's attention back to him. "Somehow, the boy has a natural immunity to memory charms. We can't make him forget what had happened. So, the ministry has asked that he temporarily stay at Hogwarts." Everyone started talking again. So THAT was what this was about. A muggle was coming to Hogwarts.
"When he comes here," Dumbledore said, his voice rising above the noise. "He will be sorted into a house. I expect you to treat him with the respect you would give any other student. Also," he glared at the Slytherins. "If so much as one hair on the boys head is harmed, you will resive the worst punishment possible, and be expelled from Hogwarts. That is all for now, but we will wait here. He will arrive shortly."
After six minutes of excited talk, (mostly, and not all of it healthy for the poor muggle) a wizard in his early 20's, presumably from ministry, went up to Dumbledore and whispered in his ear. Dumbledore cleared his throat. The Hall fell silent.
Sweeping his hand to the Great Hall's entrance, Dumbledore said, "please welcome Alex Silverstone."
By Son Of Evil
Everyone was sitting at his or her house tables in the great hall. They'd been called out of their classes for a special announcement. Everyone was wondering what it was. They knew it had to be important, and most thought it was to do with the Dark Lord. They were right, in a way.
Once everyone had arrived, Dumbledore held up his hands for silence. Everyone immediately stopped talking, and looked at Dumbledore. "I have a special announcement." His voice boomed through the Hall. "Two nights ago, a muggle farther and son were attacked, in their home, by twelve Death Eaters." The whole Hall broke out in murmurs and whispers. Dumbledore waited a moment, and then beckoned for silence again.
"Fortunaly, what the Death Eaters didn't know, or didn't care about, thinking it was nothing to worry over, was that both of them where highly trained in muggle fighting techniques."
Dumbledore paused for a moment. Every eye was on him. He had every ones undivided attention. Everyone, including the Slytherin's, wanted to know what had happened. Was it possible that muggle fighting techniques could actually make them a match for Death Eaters?
Dumbledore spoke up again. "The muggles were able to beat the Death Eaters." Everyone just looked at him in shock. Dumbledore continued. "The father, aged 39, was able to disarm and kill six of the Death Eaters. The boy, aged 16, was able to kill 3, and fatally wound 2.
The boy's father was horribly injured. The remaining Death Eater, who had suffered broken bones and a minor concussion, was being interrogated . rather brutally I might add . by the boy, on what was happening to his father, and how to save him, when the ministry arrived. The Death Eater was in the process of being tortured for not answering a question, when the ministry walked in."
Dumbledore looked over the Hall. No one made a sound. "I do not know exactly what happened, nor do I know the identity of the Death Eaters. What I do know, though, is that the curse that hit his father is pure dark magic, and compliatly unknown to muggle doctors. He is currently in one of our hospitals, where our doctors are fighting to save his life."
Seeing that some of the Slytherin's were about to shout cries of protest, he threw them a warning glance.
"The boy was interrogated by the ministry, and was then placed under a memory charm." Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was going on. This was what Dumbledore had called them for? They could have read about it in the daily prophet.
"It didn't work," Dumbledore said, drawing every one's attention back to him. "Somehow, the boy has a natural immunity to memory charms. We can't make him forget what had happened. So, the ministry has asked that he temporarily stay at Hogwarts." Everyone started talking again. So THAT was what this was about. A muggle was coming to Hogwarts.
"When he comes here," Dumbledore said, his voice rising above the noise. "He will be sorted into a house. I expect you to treat him with the respect you would give any other student. Also," he glared at the Slytherins. "If so much as one hair on the boys head is harmed, you will resive the worst punishment possible, and be expelled from Hogwarts. That is all for now, but we will wait here. He will arrive shortly."
After six minutes of excited talk, (mostly, and not all of it healthy for the poor muggle) a wizard in his early 20's, presumably from ministry, went up to Dumbledore and whispered in his ear. Dumbledore cleared his throat. The Hall fell silent.
Sweeping his hand to the Great Hall's entrance, Dumbledore said, "please welcome Alex Silverstone."