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Luna (ö,)

Chapter 5 - The Start of Something New.

The winter was over and so was the spring. Mary was coming home from a morning ride, the sun already high in the summer sky when she noticed that there was someone at her front door. She rode Shadow to a holt in front of the man and was about to ask politely what he was doing there and if she could help him. But then she noticed that it was Dumbledore. She was still mad at him for bringing memories of her brother back so she wasn't very polite this time.

            "What the hell do you want?"

            "I need to talk to you."

            "I told you last winter that I do not want to answer to any of those questions of yours. So you can go away."

She hopped off Shadow and started to lead him towards the stable.

            "Miss Jenson wait it is not about our past."

She stopped to look at him

            "It's not? Then what is it?"

            "I know that you know about magic." Her eyes stared. "I don't know why you lied about it, but that is something I do not need to know."

"Then what is it?" she was glaring now and the headmaster noticed that she was very good at it.

"I need you to do me one or two favors."

"One: why should I, and two, what are the two favors?"

"The first one is just to perform a little spell, noting big, just a small one."

"And the other one?"

"I will tell you the other one in time, if that becomes necessary."

"No. I swore that I that I was never ever going to hold a wand again, or do any spell."

"One time can't hurt."

"Maybe not to you or me, but the wand will definitely get hurt."

"I have one nobody needs right here, so give it a try."

He handed her a wand. It was an old and a small hair stock out from the end of it.

"How convenient," she muttered, looking at the wand and then back, glaring at him with her hands on her hips.

"So are you going to do it?"

"No."

"Can I ask why?"

"Ask away."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Okay." Dumbledore was starting to get a bit more than annoyed. She was clearly reminding him of someone.

Should he tell her? Dumbledore thought about it, it seemed the only way to convince her. Yes, he should tell her.

So Dumbledore told her everything he knew about the situation. He noticed that her face grew colder with each word he said. Then when he was done, she started to ask questions and he answered them one after one. At last she looked like she might agree with him.

"So, if what you say is true. . ." She hesitated. If she admitted this, then she would admit that magic did exist. That it wasn't all just a bad dream. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that. But just as she had thought the thought her brother's voice appeared in her head.

"Never be ashamed of who you are Alina, never."

She sighed. "If you really mean all this, then I am supposed to. . ." she didn't finish, but looked up at Dumbledore.

"Yes." Was all he answered.

"Well that's not something you hear every day."

"So you will come back with me to Hogwarts?"

"I don't know. I have to think about it."

"Very well. Then I shall return in two days. If you have decided to agree, then please be more or less ready by the evening."

She just nodded. The old man drew out a small object. It looked a little like a pen. He clicked the top of it and disappeared. Mary put Shadow away and walked inside her house. She had been so close to totally forgetting the whole incident that had happened a year ago. But no, he had to come back and stir things up again. Damn him. And damn him for saying what he had. Mary sat down in her favorite chair, staring out in the empty air, thinking about the problem that lay ahead. She knew deep down that she had to say yes. She had no other choice, when it came down to it. To stay up in the mountains just because she was afraid was not only the wrong thing to do, but her pride wouldn't allow it. That was just an other thing her brother had taught her.

"No matter what you do in life, never let it go on your dignity and your pride. Even if your name means shit, and at the moment the head of this house is shit." Mary giggled at that. "You are still you, and you have your own dignity and pride no matter what name you have."

That had kept her from doing many things that she would have regretted. She took a deep sigh.

"Okay, well then I have to find a place where I can keep Shadow." The Kenzlyes would probably take good care of him. She should be going now if she wanted to get back in time. She picked up the saddle tasks and put some food in them. Then she went outside again, saddled Shadow and got up.

Late at night, she was in front of the Kenzlyes. She knocked on the door and Mr. Kenzlye opened.

"Good evening Mary. What brings you here?"

"Good evening Lars, I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor."

"You can always ask."

"I got some surprising news this morning, and it seems that I have to leave. I can't take Shadow with me, so I was wondering if you could take care of him."

"How long will you be gone?"

"I honestly don't know. I might not even return."

"Why is that?"

Mary had thought he might ask that question, and she had already invented a story.

"You see, my father has died and only I am left to take care of my mother. Maybe one of my sisters will do it, but most likely it will be me. And if that is so, then I won't be able to return."

"Hmm. I don't know, Mary. He would have to work, you know. I can't have an extra horse here without it not doing anything."

"You would have to train him--he hasn't drawn a sail or a wagon before. But he's a fast learner. Oh please, Lars, I don't want to sell him. I want him to bee in good hands. And I have some money. It isn't much, but it is some."

"You keep the money, Mary. I'll take care of Shadow for you. But first I have to see if I can handle him." Mr. Kenzlye went over to the horse. Shadow stood completely still, but when Mary let Mr. Kenzlye take the reins he started to struggle. Mary leaned over and whispered in his ear and Shadow became calm, but still a bit nervous. He followed Mr. Kenzlye into the stable but looked after Mary. A little while later Mr. Kenzlye came out again.

"Well, you can spend the night here and tomorrow I can take you back."

"Thank you ever so much, Lars. You have no idea how much it means to me."

***

Mary was home again late afternoon the next day. She had given almost everything she knew she couldn't take to Hogwarts to Mr. Kenzlye, things like food and hay. She went inside and started packing. She had a big old trunk under her bed. It was well worn and had stickers all over it. Each one a souvenir for the places she had been to throughout her life. It was already a bit filled with clothes, and a photo album, filled with photos from her life. There was an envelope. She got a lump in her throat. It was the only letter she had gotten from him, just before he had died. There was also an old dairy, and a jewelry box filled with what little money she had, a white rose, and a very few pieces of jewelry that she simply hadn't had the heart to sell. It was a silver pendant in the shape of a dove with an olive branch in its mouth. There was also an old-fashioned broach, like the ones that are oval with carved head on it, just instead of a head there was rose, and a ring. The ring was a simple gold band, with an inscription on the inside of it.

Mary opened the closet and packed the few pieces of clothes that hung there. Then she went over the whole house, taking down the few things she wanted to take with her. It wasn't much, just a few books and some handiwork she had been working on. When she was done with all that, it was late. She put on her nightdress and crawled into bed, falling asleep.

The next morning she woke and went down to eat breakfast. She had a hollow feeling inside her stomach. This was it--she was leaving what had been her home for the last 3 years. She finished her meal and took all her china (it wasn't much at all) and put them in the trunk to. Then she took down her drapes and outside the windows she put shutters. She double-checked that her pantry was empty. Then she started cleaning the whole house. It took time, and when she was finally done it was late and the sun stood low in the sky. She took in firewood so the firewood box was completely filled. Then put some logs in the fireplace, but she didn't light them. Mary didn't know who would be the next to live in her house, but it was tradition to put firewood in the fireplace so the next person to live in the house could light it. When that was done she took her trunk down and sat, waiting. She didn't have to wait long before she heard some one knocking at the door. She opened and outside was Dumbledore.

"Have you decided?"

"Like I had a choice. I'm coming with you. I have packed already. I'll just get my cloak and I'll be ready," She said and turned inside again. She put on her cloak and grabbed her suitcase. It was heavy, but not so heavy that she couldn't managed to lift it. She went over to the door again, and with a final look, she closed the door after her. She had left a spare key with Mr. Kenzlye-- he would rent it to someone.

"Well then, I'm ready."

Dumbledore nodded and took out the same object he had used two days ago.

"Take hold of it"

Mary grabbed it and noticed that her hand was slightly shaking. She told it firmly to stop but it didn't. Dumbledore also took a hold of the object and clicked on the top of it. Mary felt a pull in her naval. They where being pulled by the object through a blur of colors, then after what seemed like an eternity Mary felt ground under her feet again. They were standing in what looked like a train station.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"Just outside of Hogwarts grounds. And I believe that wagon is waiting for us." He pointed to a horseless wagon standing by. They climbed in and it immediately started to move. Mary was quiet during the whole ride, not looking out of the windows, not looking at Dumbledore, not saying a word, not doing a thing but closing her eyes and trying to get her heart to beat at normal speed. Then the wagon stopped, and they climbed out. Mary looked up at the big castle. It was breathtaking, she couldn't deny that. It was HUGE. Dumbledore climbed the stone steps up to the large oak doors, and Mary followed. He opened the door.

They climbed up the marble staircase, down a hallway, up another staircase, through a portrait hole and out the other side, until they were finally in front of a door. Dumbledore opened it and they both stepped inside. This room was obviously a study. It was perfectly circular, and every inch of the wall was filled with shelves from ceiling to floor, except where the two windows and fireplace were. In the middle was a desk with a chair behind it. On the floor was a green carpet, and it went from wall to wall. The two windows were located on her left and the fireplace opposite to the windows.

On the opposite wall from the door Mary was standing in there was a spiral staircase. She climbed the staircase, leaving her trunk behind. The next room was a beautiful sitting room-- well, it would be, if the color were different. The walls were a color of deep blood red. There was a thick wall-to-wall carpet covering the floor. A fire was currently blazing in a beautiful fireplace. Two big, soft-looking chairs, the same color as the room, were nearby the fireplace, along with a small round table between them. A sofa was against the opposite wall with another short table made of dark wood. Behind it was two windows. On the left side of the fireplace (nearest to the door) was a bookshelf. On the other side there was a [commode]. Nearest the door, beside the sofa, was an old-fashioned coat hanger, and on the other side was a corner cupboard with glass in the doors. All made of dark wood.

The spiral staircase continued upwards, and Mary climbed the last bit of it. Inside this room it was not red or green, but blue. Everything was a very royal blue. Mary was horrified at the color. She definitely had to talk to someone about this. This room looked like it was in a tower. When she stood on the top of the staircase she looked straight into a mirror. To her left, the room was half circular, with two big windows, a big four-poster bed in between them. Between the big mirror and one of the big windows was a big wardrobe. Mary paused to wonder if every thing in this bloody castle was big. The wardrobe was one of those that made her think of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

On the wall opposite the bed, there was a door. Mary opened it and looked into the largest bathroom she had ever seen. The walls and floor was covered in a soft yellow-white tiles, on the opposite side was a big tub. When she thought about it, it couldn't be a tub--it was bigger than that. Indoor swimming pool was more describing. To her left was a shower, it was made of the same tiles as the walls and the floor and it looked a bit like a tube that went accidentally through the bathroom from floor to ceiling. Half of the tube was made of tiles and the other half was a curtain. On the right side were a sink and a large mirror.

Mary went down again to Dumbledore, who stood patiently and waited for her.

"What do you think, Miss Jenson?"

"I think that whoever lived here before had serious brain damage. Let me show you. She gestured for him to followed her. Dumbledore looked around the room.

"What is wrong, Miss Jenson?"

"Are you colorblind too? Look at this room! You almost can't see anything because it's all in the same color!"

"Well that can be changed. What kind of color would you prefer?"

Mary thought about that. It would be dark and cold up here, and she would like for it to be nice and cozy. A deep blood red wasn't exactly her idea of cozy.

"Why don't you try to make it a warm yellow color. But not the floor. I would appreciate it if that rug disappeared and. . ." She didn't finish because the headmaster clapped his hands and muttered something. And everything she said needed a change, transformed. She jumped, and felt the blood drain from her face. She had almost forgotten that he was a wizard and she had absolutely not been prepared for magic.

"Faen i helvete," she said. "Faen, faen faen. Ikke gjør noe sån for du sier i fra først. Det ver jævlig sekremmende for å si det mildt. Jeg er ikke vant med… med sånne… greier. Faen. "

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, headmaster. I just was a bit surprised, that's all."

She looked down on the floor. It was also a dark polished wood.

"And all this dark wood--it doesn't go to well with the yellow. Would you make it a bit lighter?"

He did.

"And the chairs and the sofa. . . I think that a nice beech color would go with yellow."

Again, the color changed. Mary looked around the now very different room. It wasn't her dream room, but it would do just fine.

"Thank you. And then there's the bedroom."

"What's wrong with the bedroom?"

"I don't find sleeping in a royal blue color very nice."

The headmaster's eyebrows shot up.

"Lead the way, Miss Jenson."

She walked up the spiral staircase to the top. Dumbledore's eyes widened at the sight of the royal blue color.

"And what color would you like here?"

"Well, the blue is nice, but I think I would like it a bit more like sky blue."

Again, Dumbledore clapped his hands and the color changed.

"Then there's this rug. It to has to go, I can't stand rugs. The drapes and the bed would be nice if they were a darker blue than the walls. And am I suppose to freeze to death here? It would be nice to have a fire place and a small desk."

Dumbledore clapped his hands again and the color changed. Then he took out his wand and moved the big wardrobe and mirror. Then between the window and the wardrobe, there appeared a fireplace.

"Very nice. Thank you."

"Now, do you have any questions?"

"Yes, actually I do." Mary's mind had been buzzing with questions as soon she entered the castle. She knew that all the students would have a dress code--this was Britain after all. But that was the only thing she knew for certain.

"Do the teachers have a dress code?"

"No, not directly, but we encourage that they should wear wizard clothes."

"Figures. Are there any house elves working in this castle?"

"Yes, just throw a little Floo powder into the fire, call on one and it will appear."

"Well, that covers the basics. Now, I don't know what I'm supposed to teach these students. And I would like to know how much I'll get paid. I seriously need a shopping trip--I haven't any thing--and that isn't just my feminine side talking. I've lived up in a cabin without electricity or indoor plumbing for three years. I don't have anything."

"Well, about your payment; you will be getting 50 galleons a month. The things you will be teaching your students is how to survive without magic, and how to act like a muggle."

"And what does that include?"

"Teach them how to use basic muggle technology, like phones, subways, muggle money and other things like that."

"Hmm. That doesn't seem too hard. The payment isn't to jump over a roof for, but I suspect that comes from the fact that I get free food and shelter right?"

"Precisely."

"So, what am I going to do about clothing and all the other things I need to buy?"

"Minerva probably won't mind going with you to Hogsmeade."

"And what, precisely, is Hogsmeade?"

"A wizard village."

"No, that won't do. I'm sorry if that's inconvenient for you, but I won't have anything to do with magic more that I absolutely have to. I'll sew my own robes if I must, and for that I need to get material. Plus there are a couple of other things I need to get-- I have to go to London."

"I'll talk to Minerva about it, but there is a chance that you'll have to go alone."

"I'm shaking with fear, Professor. With all due respect, I'm not a kid. I've been on my own since I was 13. I think I can handle going to London alone. The only problem is how I'll get there."

"You'll have to use a portkey."

"More magic." Mary gave a sigh. "What time is it?"

"Around 8, I think. If you want, you are welcome to join me for supper."

"No thank you. I'll just call a house elf and ask him to get me something."

"Good night, Miss Jenson."

"Call me Mary, Professor. I really don't like being called Jenson."

"Then I must insist that you call me Albus."

"Whatever. Good night Albus."

Dumbledore nodded and walked over to the fireplace, lit a fire, and disappeared in the green flames. Mary sat down at the edge of the bed and stared into the flames that had now returned to normal. She felt her stomach growling. She hadn't eaten in a very long time.

She went over to the fireplace, where there was a little flowerpot with Floo powder in it. She took a little in her hand and threw it into the fire.

"A house elf, please." She called into the green flames and just seconds later one appeared in the room. It was the strangest house elf Mary had ever seen. He was wearing a maroon knitted sweeter, a pair of green shorts and socks--one purple, and one yellow. On his head was a tea cozy, that he obviously used as a hat.

"Hello," she said looking at the house elf. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"That's because Dobby is a free house elf, miss. I get to work here because of Dumbledore."

One of Mary's eyebrows shoot up. The elf seemed to be proud of the fact that he was free.

"You don't seem sorry."

"I'm not, miss."

"Are all house elves proud to be free now?"

"Oh no, miss. Just Dobby, miss."

"Well, well. I would like some dinner, Dobby."

"Eh, miss? Dobby can't bring you any thing until I'm sure that you're allowed to order house elves."

"I thought that house elves had to obey."

"Not students, miss. Or guests. Only professors and Master Dumbledore. Unless Dumbledore has said different, miss."

"Well, I'm a professor. I'm starting this fall, so I can order you around. Like I said, I would like something to eat."

"Why didn't miss say so right away? What would miss like for dinner?"

"Anything, as long as it's warm. And my name is Mary Jenson, use it."

"Okay, Miss Jenson."

"No, call me Mary. Being called by my last name really bugs me."

"Okay Miss Mary. Dobby will be right back."

Mary shook her head. She always thought that house elves where confusing creatures, but this one took first place. Dobby appeared just a second later.

"I sat your dinner downstairs, miss. In the yellow room, miss."

"Thank you Dobby."

"You're welcome miss." And then he dissappeard.