This chapter has a lot of important information, but it might seem to go
quick...sorry. Also I'm sorry I haven't updated when I was supposed
to...been studying for finals
Chapter 24: Drop The Ball
Chanse sighed in frustration, "I still don't remember him."
Chanse heard Kirstyn mumbled a few words and then look back up at her and start to stutter over her words, "I bet...In due time," Kirstyn stuttered, and then sighed in relaxation, "It'll come back."
"Thanks." Chanse smiled.
"I bet if you had something to jump start your memory you'd remember." Emily huffed as she walked off the dance floor.
"You think?" Chanse smiled.
"Yeah," Emily smiled as she rubbed her feet, "but I bet to jump start it you would need something pretty big to do it."
"Like an old boyfriend?" Chanse smirked.
"No," Kirstyn gasped, "don't Chanse." Kirstyn warned.
"Too late," Chanse smiled as she started to make her way through the crowd, on the dance floor, towards the tall boy in the corner that was called Milo. Chanse softly pushed her way through the dance floor, occasionally looking back at Kirstyn and Emily with a smile of her face.
"Excuse me," Chanse apologized to everyone she bumped into, "Pardon me."
She finally made it across the dance floor to find she was standing behind her supposed ex-boyfriend who was only inches away from her. She studied him for a few seconds; he was taller then her by three inches, at least, he had wide shoulders, a nice build, and was wearing a jet-black dress robe.
She slowly raised her shaking hand up and slowly inched in forward until it was hovering over Milo's wide shoulder. She slowly lowered her hand as it began to shake more and more the lower her hand came to touching Milo's shoulder. "Excuse me?" Chanse's voice shook in a mixture of feelings as her finger pressed lightly down on Milo's shoulder.
The instant Chanse's finger pressed onto Milo's dress robe Chanse felt her body become heavy and the room around her began to spin. She watched everything play out in slow motion as her knees gave way, and she began to fall to the ground. She watched as the boy, she became she excited to tap, turned into a shadowy figure, along with the rest of the room, as she hit the ground.
Her body collided against the ground slowly as her head followed behind it, hitting hard on the cement floor. She tried to watch as the room swirled into black and white and a world full of shadowy figures and they all crowded around her...until...everything went black.
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"NO!" Chanse screamed as she sat up straight in an empty hospital room in a cold sweat.
A few moments later, the nurse ran into the room and over to Chanse, "What's wrong?"
Chanse closed her eyes and tried to remember what had scared her, "I...I can't remember." Chanse stuttered.
"Well," the nurse stuck a needle in Chanse's hand, "you just need to get your rest," she stuck another needle in Chanse's other hand, "So I'll just leave you be to get that rest you need." She smiled, "Maybe some fresh air will help," she smiled again as she opened the large window letting the moonlight spread into the room.
"How long have I been out?" Chanse asked.
"Thirty minutes."
"Thank you." Chanse nodded.
"I'll leave you be now." She smiled once again before she left Chanse alone in the room.
Chanse sat and looked around the plain white room as half of it was completely lit up by the moonlight while the other half was lightly lit by it. She heard the sound of the monitors beeping softly has they watched over her.
"I may have lost my memory, but I haven't lost my personality," Chanse smirked at the needles in her hands. "This is bullshit...I fainted...I didn't have a heart attack, so why are they treated me like I did?" she stared at the needles, and then heard the softly muffled voices of people outside.
She took her right hand, gripped it tightly around the left needle, and pulled sharply, sending the needle out of her tender skin. She then took her left, gripped it tightly around the right needle, and pulled it out just like the left needle.
She slowly rolled to the side of her hospital bed, slid off it, and made her way to the door. She gripped her right hand softly around the cold doorknob and pulled the door open. She peeked her head out of the door and saw Brandon Rosedale at the end of the hallway yelling at the nurse.
"Madam Pomfrey I want to see her!" Brandon yelled.
"Mr. Rosedale!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked, "I'm sorry but you'll just have to wait until she is up to seeing people!" She hollered as Brandon started to open his mouth, "She is allowed to see people, only when I say so." She said calmly as Brandon shut his mouth, stormed over to his seat, and sat down, while Madam Pomfrey sat down at her desk.
"You're still the same Chanse," Chanse jumped at the calm voice of someone behind her.
Chanse turned around to find Oliver Wood slowly climbing through the window of Chanse's hospital bedroom. Chanse quietly pushed the door shut and started to make her way back to her bed, while never taking her eyes off Oliver.
"You may have lost your memory," Oliver started to walk closer to Chanse, as she started to brush against her bed, "but the things you do still lets me know that somewhere inside of you is the same old Chanse." He smiled as he watched Chanse crawl into her bed.
Chanse pulled the covers up to her chin and quivered as Oliver drew closer and closer to her. "Please don't hurt me." Chanse whispered, as she started to squeeze the covers in her shaking hands.
Oliver stopped in his tracks, "Hurt you?"
"What are you doing in here?!" a voice shrieked from behind Oliver. He turned around to see Madam Pomfrey standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "How did you get in here Oliver Wood?" she shrieked again. "Out with you!" she yelled as she pointed Oliver out of the room.
Madam Pomfrey turned back around to see Chanse curled up tightly in a ball. Chanse was slightly rocking back and forth while mumbling something to herself. Madam Pomfrey slowly made her way over to Chanse, stood close to Chanse's bed, and listened to what Chanse was saying.
"The glowing lime light is so bright," she mumbled as she rubbed her hands over each other, "so scary," she moved her hands up by her chest, "darkness...the trees," she moved her hands up by her chin, "rocking," she moved a few fingers onto her cheek, "the rocking chair...so sweet," she sang as she rocked a little more, "the rocking chair is so sweet."
"Silentium," Madam Pomfrey whispered at instantly Chanse was silent and all that was left were her lips moving but no voice was coming out. Madam Pomfrey bustled around the and soon Chanse fell asleep.
Finally, Madam Pomfrey finished her work in Chanse's room so she removed the silencing charm and left the room. She walked down to her desk where she found Brandon and Oliver sleeping on the waiting seats, across from her desk.
She owled Dumbledore and within minutes Dumbledore appeared with Harry by his side. "You owled Poppy?" Dumbledore whispered.
"Yes I did," Madam Pomfrey nodded, "if you'll follow me Albus."
"Can I see my sister?" Harry quickly asked.
Madam Pomfrey turned to Harry, "I'm sorry, you may not." She sighed, before taking Dumbledore's arm and leading him down the hallway to Chanse's room.
"What is this all about?" Dumbledore whispered as he followed Madam Pomfrey into Chanse's room, shutting the door behind him.
"Well Miss Potter started to say some unusual things early," she walked closer to Chanse's bedside, "and I thought you might want to hear them." She softly pushed Chanse's sleeping body. "I'm not sure if waking her will trigger it again but..."
Chanse began to stir in the bed and she also began to mumble. "The bright light...so scary...darkness...the trees....rocking...the rocking chair...so sweet...the rocking chair is so sweet..." her voice trailed off.
"See what I mean?" Madam Pomfrey gestured to Chanse, "but before she mentioned a lime light instead of a regular light, like she just said."
"Let me take a look at her," Dumbledore nodded as he moved closer to Chanse and examined her.
Chanse began to stir again; she rolled over, and looked up at Dumbledore, "I want the rocking chair."
"What rocking chair?" Dumbledore whispered sweetly.
Chanse reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's sleeve and pulled on it, "The sweet rocking chair." She said loudly.
"Petrificus Totalus," Madam Pomfrey shouted, and Chanse quickly dropped Dumbledore's sleeve and looked as if she was trying to move but she couldn't.
"I want the rocking chair," Chanse mumbled, "the sweet rocking chair," she began to sing.
"Silentium," Madam Pomfrey said softly sending Chanse into silence.
"Thank you Poppy." Dumbledore nodded.
"I need to talk to you about some things," Madam Pomfrey pulled Dumbledore away from the bed, but Chanse could still hear her talking. "Albus, do you know what light she's talking about?" Madam Pomfrey asked curiously.
"She talked of the light being a lime light," Dumbledore started, "and lime is a shade of green." He added, "So it sounds as if she's describing Avada Kedavra."
Madam Pomfrey took a moment to pause and think about what Dumbledore had just said. "Well has she ever seen anyone who has had the curse cast on them?"
"Not that I know of." Dumbledore sighed, "Her father was hit with it but she didn't know about her real father until last year. Also she wasn't even in the house when the attack happened."
"Her babbling is that of a crazy person," Madam Pomfrey looked over at Chanse who was staring at the ceiling, "Do you think it's possible that she had the Crucio curse cast upon her?"
"It's possible," Dumbledore nodded as he looked over at Chanse, "but I highly doubt that that's what happened to Miss Potter." Dumbledore pondered about what could have happened to Chanse. "Poppy? When she came into the hospital was she babbling then?"
"No," Madam Pomfrey laughed a little, "she came in unconscious."
"How long ago did Chanse start babbling?"
"I would day about two to four hours ago," Madam Pomfrey nodded, "or at least that's when I heard her, but I haven't been in her room all day."
"Miss Potter couldn't have been hit by the Crucio curse because if she had been she would have gone insane before this," he stated, "and most likely she would have gone insane before the dance."
"Then what's wrong with her?"
Dumbledore thought of reasons why Chanse would be in the state that she was in. "If she was unconscious when she came to you, how did she get here?"
"Hagrid brought her to me," Madam Pomfrey said softly, "and she was already unconscious when he found her on his doorstep."
Dumbledore turned away from Madam Pomfrey and started to head out the door. "Poppy please keep Mr. Potter here, while I go see Hagrid about Chanse."
"I will professor." Madam Pomfrey nodded.
Dumbledore quickly walked out of the Hospital Wing, pasted the Great Hall, pasted the courtyard, and out into the outer boundaries of Hogwarts where Hagrid's hut was located.
*KNOCK*KNOCK*KNOCK*
"Hello?" Hagrid asked as he opened his hut door, "Oh hello there Dumbledore...please come in." He gestured Dumbledore to come in and Dumbledore stepped into the hut, shutting the door behind himself. "What brings you here to my little hut?" He smiled.
"Hagrid have you seen anything," he pondered for the right word, "strange, lately?" He paused, "Or anything strange about when Chanse found on your doorstep."
"No can't say that I have," Hagrid nodded.
"Have you seen anyone outside of students and faculty?"
"Nope."
Dumbledore thought of Hagrid's answers and then finally spoke again, "Well thank you for your help Hagrid, but I better be going."
"Alright," Hagrid sighed, "I hope I was to some form of help."
"I hope so too." Dumbledore nodded before he left the half giant's hut.
He walked out onto Hagrid's doorstep, closed the door behind him, and stared out into the Forbidden Forest. It had an eerie feeling stirring inside of it, as the darkness engulfed the large forest.
He stepped forward to head back to Hogwarts, when he heard something squish underneath his shoe. Dumbledore lifted his foot up and saw a small hole filled with a green slime and some thick blue hair around the edge of the hole. Dumbledore bent down to the ground and gripped the thick blue hair in his old hands, and ran his thumb over it; it was coarse and almost sharp. He then bent farther down and smelt the green slime in the hole. "Spider's acid." Dumbledore exclaimed softly.
Dumbledore stood back up, tucked the hair into his cloak, and knocked on Hagrid's hut door.
"Coming." Hagrid called from inside. Dumbledore waited patiently as Hagrid made some noise inside and then he opened the hut door. "Hello Dumbledore," Hagrid smiled, "What brings you back so quickly?"
"Hagrid," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "does Aragog, Mosag, or any of the other Acromantula comes here to your hut?"
"No, none of them do," Hagrid shook his head, "I go to them...they don't come to me."
"Are you sure, Hagrid?"
"Positive Dumbledore sir."
"Alright," Dumbledore sighed, "thank you for your time."
"Anytime sir."
"Goodnight Hagrid."
"Goodnight Dumbledore sir."
Dumbledore walked out of Hagrid's little hut, pulled the hut door shut, and headed back towards the large castle of Hogwarts.
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Dumbledore gripped his hand around the cold metal doorknob, pushed the wooden door open, and started down the hall towards Chanse's room, where Madam Pomfrey was waiting.
"Professor?" Harry whispered as he followed along side the old wizard..
"Yes Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore pushed through his breath.
"May I talk to you about something?"
"I'm sorry I don't have time to talk," Dumbledore panted, "I must talk with Madam Pomfrey."
"This is important," Harry paused, "I think."
Dumbledore placed his hand on Chanse's hospital room door, and then turned to Harry, "Speak Mr. Potter...but make it quick, please."
Harry reached inside his cloak, "Madam Pomfrey let me see Chanse for a couple of minutes and I found these on her robe," Harry pulled his hand out of his cloak to reveal a small group of thick blue hairs. "I don't know what they are, but I thought you should know about them."
Dumbledore's hand slid off the doorknob, gripped the thick blue hairs, and pulled them out of Harry's hand. "Let me see those." Dumbledore whispered.
Professor reached inside of his cloak and pulled out a small pile of thick blue hairs that he had found at Hagrid's. He held the hairs that Harry's had found on Chanse's robe to the hairs that he had found on Hagrid's doorstep...they matched.
Dumbledore took a deep breath in and peeked his head in Chanse's room to see Madam Pomfrey bustling around the room. "Poppy please set up a bed in here for Mr. Potter, while I go back to my office to," Dumbledore paused to think about what to say. "To research something."
"Yes sir." Madam Pomfrey nodded her head.
"Thank you," Dumbledore nodded his head and quickly left the hospital wing, to head for his office.
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"Nothing." Dumbledore sighed in frustration as he shut the book entitled 'Magical Beasts and Where to find them.' "Not a single match to those hairs," Dumbledore whispered as he stared and the thick blue hairs lying on his desk. "I'm going to bed." Dumbledore stood up, walked upstairs, and started to crawl into his large bed when he heard a thump.
He quickly got out of bed, walked to the edge of his railing, and looked down in his study to find Flawkes sitting on his desk staring up at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore slowly walked down the stairs and into his study. "Flawkes it's too late to be playing around in my study." Dumbledore laughed as he set the fiery phoenix on her perch.
"I should put this book away so you won't play with it," Dumbledore laughed again, as he walked over to his desk.
When he went to go pick up the book he found that the blue hairs were sprawled out across the pages. "Flawkes what have you done here?" Dumbledore laughed a little while still in shock.
He cleared the hairs off the book and realized that the page the book was opened to was the page about Centaurs. Dumbledore looked over at Flawkes, she squawked, making Dumbledore ponder why Flawkes would open the book to that page. He sat down in his desk chair and began to read the page and looked for anything that described a Centaur's hair...There was nothing.
"Flawkes why did you open it to this page?" Dumbledore asked the beautiful phoenix.
Flawkes quickly took flight, landed by Dumbledore's arm, and started to walk over to the book. She stepped onto the pages of the book and then acted as if she was reading the pages. "What is it Flawkes?" Dumbledore whispered.
Flawkes walked off of the book, took her beak, flipped the page over, and crawled back onto the book. She read the pages from top to bottom, as Dumbledore watched his fiery bird read. Finally, Flawkes stopped reading, walked over to the end of the Centaur page, and pointed at a picture of characteristics of Centaurs. One picture was a picture of thick blue hairs...they matched the ones the Dumbledore had.
Chapter 24: Drop The Ball
Chanse sighed in frustration, "I still don't remember him."
Chanse heard Kirstyn mumbled a few words and then look back up at her and start to stutter over her words, "I bet...In due time," Kirstyn stuttered, and then sighed in relaxation, "It'll come back."
"Thanks." Chanse smiled.
"I bet if you had something to jump start your memory you'd remember." Emily huffed as she walked off the dance floor.
"You think?" Chanse smiled.
"Yeah," Emily smiled as she rubbed her feet, "but I bet to jump start it you would need something pretty big to do it."
"Like an old boyfriend?" Chanse smirked.
"No," Kirstyn gasped, "don't Chanse." Kirstyn warned.
"Too late," Chanse smiled as she started to make her way through the crowd, on the dance floor, towards the tall boy in the corner that was called Milo. Chanse softly pushed her way through the dance floor, occasionally looking back at Kirstyn and Emily with a smile of her face.
"Excuse me," Chanse apologized to everyone she bumped into, "Pardon me."
She finally made it across the dance floor to find she was standing behind her supposed ex-boyfriend who was only inches away from her. She studied him for a few seconds; he was taller then her by three inches, at least, he had wide shoulders, a nice build, and was wearing a jet-black dress robe.
She slowly raised her shaking hand up and slowly inched in forward until it was hovering over Milo's wide shoulder. She slowly lowered her hand as it began to shake more and more the lower her hand came to touching Milo's shoulder. "Excuse me?" Chanse's voice shook in a mixture of feelings as her finger pressed lightly down on Milo's shoulder.
The instant Chanse's finger pressed onto Milo's dress robe Chanse felt her body become heavy and the room around her began to spin. She watched everything play out in slow motion as her knees gave way, and she began to fall to the ground. She watched as the boy, she became she excited to tap, turned into a shadowy figure, along with the rest of the room, as she hit the ground.
Her body collided against the ground slowly as her head followed behind it, hitting hard on the cement floor. She tried to watch as the room swirled into black and white and a world full of shadowy figures and they all crowded around her...until...everything went black.
~~~~~~~~~
"NO!" Chanse screamed as she sat up straight in an empty hospital room in a cold sweat.
A few moments later, the nurse ran into the room and over to Chanse, "What's wrong?"
Chanse closed her eyes and tried to remember what had scared her, "I...I can't remember." Chanse stuttered.
"Well," the nurse stuck a needle in Chanse's hand, "you just need to get your rest," she stuck another needle in Chanse's other hand, "So I'll just leave you be to get that rest you need." She smiled, "Maybe some fresh air will help," she smiled again as she opened the large window letting the moonlight spread into the room.
"How long have I been out?" Chanse asked.
"Thirty minutes."
"Thank you." Chanse nodded.
"I'll leave you be now." She smiled once again before she left Chanse alone in the room.
Chanse sat and looked around the plain white room as half of it was completely lit up by the moonlight while the other half was lightly lit by it. She heard the sound of the monitors beeping softly has they watched over her.
"I may have lost my memory, but I haven't lost my personality," Chanse smirked at the needles in her hands. "This is bullshit...I fainted...I didn't have a heart attack, so why are they treated me like I did?" she stared at the needles, and then heard the softly muffled voices of people outside.
She took her right hand, gripped it tightly around the left needle, and pulled sharply, sending the needle out of her tender skin. She then took her left, gripped it tightly around the right needle, and pulled it out just like the left needle.
She slowly rolled to the side of her hospital bed, slid off it, and made her way to the door. She gripped her right hand softly around the cold doorknob and pulled the door open. She peeked her head out of the door and saw Brandon Rosedale at the end of the hallway yelling at the nurse.
"Madam Pomfrey I want to see her!" Brandon yelled.
"Mr. Rosedale!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked, "I'm sorry but you'll just have to wait until she is up to seeing people!" She hollered as Brandon started to open his mouth, "She is allowed to see people, only when I say so." She said calmly as Brandon shut his mouth, stormed over to his seat, and sat down, while Madam Pomfrey sat down at her desk.
"You're still the same Chanse," Chanse jumped at the calm voice of someone behind her.
Chanse turned around to find Oliver Wood slowly climbing through the window of Chanse's hospital bedroom. Chanse quietly pushed the door shut and started to make her way back to her bed, while never taking her eyes off Oliver.
"You may have lost your memory," Oliver started to walk closer to Chanse, as she started to brush against her bed, "but the things you do still lets me know that somewhere inside of you is the same old Chanse." He smiled as he watched Chanse crawl into her bed.
Chanse pulled the covers up to her chin and quivered as Oliver drew closer and closer to her. "Please don't hurt me." Chanse whispered, as she started to squeeze the covers in her shaking hands.
Oliver stopped in his tracks, "Hurt you?"
"What are you doing in here?!" a voice shrieked from behind Oliver. He turned around to see Madam Pomfrey standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "How did you get in here Oliver Wood?" she shrieked again. "Out with you!" she yelled as she pointed Oliver out of the room.
Madam Pomfrey turned back around to see Chanse curled up tightly in a ball. Chanse was slightly rocking back and forth while mumbling something to herself. Madam Pomfrey slowly made her way over to Chanse, stood close to Chanse's bed, and listened to what Chanse was saying.
"The glowing lime light is so bright," she mumbled as she rubbed her hands over each other, "so scary," she moved her hands up by her chest, "darkness...the trees," she moved her hands up by her chin, "rocking," she moved a few fingers onto her cheek, "the rocking chair...so sweet," she sang as she rocked a little more, "the rocking chair is so sweet."
"Silentium," Madam Pomfrey whispered at instantly Chanse was silent and all that was left were her lips moving but no voice was coming out. Madam Pomfrey bustled around the and soon Chanse fell asleep.
Finally, Madam Pomfrey finished her work in Chanse's room so she removed the silencing charm and left the room. She walked down to her desk where she found Brandon and Oliver sleeping on the waiting seats, across from her desk.
She owled Dumbledore and within minutes Dumbledore appeared with Harry by his side. "You owled Poppy?" Dumbledore whispered.
"Yes I did," Madam Pomfrey nodded, "if you'll follow me Albus."
"Can I see my sister?" Harry quickly asked.
Madam Pomfrey turned to Harry, "I'm sorry, you may not." She sighed, before taking Dumbledore's arm and leading him down the hallway to Chanse's room.
"What is this all about?" Dumbledore whispered as he followed Madam Pomfrey into Chanse's room, shutting the door behind him.
"Well Miss Potter started to say some unusual things early," she walked closer to Chanse's bedside, "and I thought you might want to hear them." She softly pushed Chanse's sleeping body. "I'm not sure if waking her will trigger it again but..."
Chanse began to stir in the bed and she also began to mumble. "The bright light...so scary...darkness...the trees....rocking...the rocking chair...so sweet...the rocking chair is so sweet..." her voice trailed off.
"See what I mean?" Madam Pomfrey gestured to Chanse, "but before she mentioned a lime light instead of a regular light, like she just said."
"Let me take a look at her," Dumbledore nodded as he moved closer to Chanse and examined her.
Chanse began to stir again; she rolled over, and looked up at Dumbledore, "I want the rocking chair."
"What rocking chair?" Dumbledore whispered sweetly.
Chanse reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's sleeve and pulled on it, "The sweet rocking chair." She said loudly.
"Petrificus Totalus," Madam Pomfrey shouted, and Chanse quickly dropped Dumbledore's sleeve and looked as if she was trying to move but she couldn't.
"I want the rocking chair," Chanse mumbled, "the sweet rocking chair," she began to sing.
"Silentium," Madam Pomfrey said softly sending Chanse into silence.
"Thank you Poppy." Dumbledore nodded.
"I need to talk to you about some things," Madam Pomfrey pulled Dumbledore away from the bed, but Chanse could still hear her talking. "Albus, do you know what light she's talking about?" Madam Pomfrey asked curiously.
"She talked of the light being a lime light," Dumbledore started, "and lime is a shade of green." He added, "So it sounds as if she's describing Avada Kedavra."
Madam Pomfrey took a moment to pause and think about what Dumbledore had just said. "Well has she ever seen anyone who has had the curse cast on them?"
"Not that I know of." Dumbledore sighed, "Her father was hit with it but she didn't know about her real father until last year. Also she wasn't even in the house when the attack happened."
"Her babbling is that of a crazy person," Madam Pomfrey looked over at Chanse who was staring at the ceiling, "Do you think it's possible that she had the Crucio curse cast upon her?"
"It's possible," Dumbledore nodded as he looked over at Chanse, "but I highly doubt that that's what happened to Miss Potter." Dumbledore pondered about what could have happened to Chanse. "Poppy? When she came into the hospital was she babbling then?"
"No," Madam Pomfrey laughed a little, "she came in unconscious."
"How long ago did Chanse start babbling?"
"I would day about two to four hours ago," Madam Pomfrey nodded, "or at least that's when I heard her, but I haven't been in her room all day."
"Miss Potter couldn't have been hit by the Crucio curse because if she had been she would have gone insane before this," he stated, "and most likely she would have gone insane before the dance."
"Then what's wrong with her?"
Dumbledore thought of reasons why Chanse would be in the state that she was in. "If she was unconscious when she came to you, how did she get here?"
"Hagrid brought her to me," Madam Pomfrey said softly, "and she was already unconscious when he found her on his doorstep."
Dumbledore turned away from Madam Pomfrey and started to head out the door. "Poppy please keep Mr. Potter here, while I go see Hagrid about Chanse."
"I will professor." Madam Pomfrey nodded.
Dumbledore quickly walked out of the Hospital Wing, pasted the Great Hall, pasted the courtyard, and out into the outer boundaries of Hogwarts where Hagrid's hut was located.
*KNOCK*KNOCK*KNOCK*
"Hello?" Hagrid asked as he opened his hut door, "Oh hello there Dumbledore...please come in." He gestured Dumbledore to come in and Dumbledore stepped into the hut, shutting the door behind himself. "What brings you here to my little hut?" He smiled.
"Hagrid have you seen anything," he pondered for the right word, "strange, lately?" He paused, "Or anything strange about when Chanse found on your doorstep."
"No can't say that I have," Hagrid nodded.
"Have you seen anyone outside of students and faculty?"
"Nope."
Dumbledore thought of Hagrid's answers and then finally spoke again, "Well thank you for your help Hagrid, but I better be going."
"Alright," Hagrid sighed, "I hope I was to some form of help."
"I hope so too." Dumbledore nodded before he left the half giant's hut.
He walked out onto Hagrid's doorstep, closed the door behind him, and stared out into the Forbidden Forest. It had an eerie feeling stirring inside of it, as the darkness engulfed the large forest.
He stepped forward to head back to Hogwarts, when he heard something squish underneath his shoe. Dumbledore lifted his foot up and saw a small hole filled with a green slime and some thick blue hair around the edge of the hole. Dumbledore bent down to the ground and gripped the thick blue hair in his old hands, and ran his thumb over it; it was coarse and almost sharp. He then bent farther down and smelt the green slime in the hole. "Spider's acid." Dumbledore exclaimed softly.
Dumbledore stood back up, tucked the hair into his cloak, and knocked on Hagrid's hut door.
"Coming." Hagrid called from inside. Dumbledore waited patiently as Hagrid made some noise inside and then he opened the hut door. "Hello Dumbledore," Hagrid smiled, "What brings you back so quickly?"
"Hagrid," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "does Aragog, Mosag, or any of the other Acromantula comes here to your hut?"
"No, none of them do," Hagrid shook his head, "I go to them...they don't come to me."
"Are you sure, Hagrid?"
"Positive Dumbledore sir."
"Alright," Dumbledore sighed, "thank you for your time."
"Anytime sir."
"Goodnight Hagrid."
"Goodnight Dumbledore sir."
Dumbledore walked out of Hagrid's little hut, pulled the hut door shut, and headed back towards the large castle of Hogwarts.
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Dumbledore gripped his hand around the cold metal doorknob, pushed the wooden door open, and started down the hall towards Chanse's room, where Madam Pomfrey was waiting.
"Professor?" Harry whispered as he followed along side the old wizard..
"Yes Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore pushed through his breath.
"May I talk to you about something?"
"I'm sorry I don't have time to talk," Dumbledore panted, "I must talk with Madam Pomfrey."
"This is important," Harry paused, "I think."
Dumbledore placed his hand on Chanse's hospital room door, and then turned to Harry, "Speak Mr. Potter...but make it quick, please."
Harry reached inside his cloak, "Madam Pomfrey let me see Chanse for a couple of minutes and I found these on her robe," Harry pulled his hand out of his cloak to reveal a small group of thick blue hairs. "I don't know what they are, but I thought you should know about them."
Dumbledore's hand slid off the doorknob, gripped the thick blue hairs, and pulled them out of Harry's hand. "Let me see those." Dumbledore whispered.
Professor reached inside of his cloak and pulled out a small pile of thick blue hairs that he had found at Hagrid's. He held the hairs that Harry's had found on Chanse's robe to the hairs that he had found on Hagrid's doorstep...they matched.
Dumbledore took a deep breath in and peeked his head in Chanse's room to see Madam Pomfrey bustling around the room. "Poppy please set up a bed in here for Mr. Potter, while I go back to my office to," Dumbledore paused to think about what to say. "To research something."
"Yes sir." Madam Pomfrey nodded her head.
"Thank you," Dumbledore nodded his head and quickly left the hospital wing, to head for his office.
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"Nothing." Dumbledore sighed in frustration as he shut the book entitled 'Magical Beasts and Where to find them.' "Not a single match to those hairs," Dumbledore whispered as he stared and the thick blue hairs lying on his desk. "I'm going to bed." Dumbledore stood up, walked upstairs, and started to crawl into his large bed when he heard a thump.
He quickly got out of bed, walked to the edge of his railing, and looked down in his study to find Flawkes sitting on his desk staring up at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore slowly walked down the stairs and into his study. "Flawkes it's too late to be playing around in my study." Dumbledore laughed as he set the fiery phoenix on her perch.
"I should put this book away so you won't play with it," Dumbledore laughed again, as he walked over to his desk.
When he went to go pick up the book he found that the blue hairs were sprawled out across the pages. "Flawkes what have you done here?" Dumbledore laughed a little while still in shock.
He cleared the hairs off the book and realized that the page the book was opened to was the page about Centaurs. Dumbledore looked over at Flawkes, she squawked, making Dumbledore ponder why Flawkes would open the book to that page. He sat down in his desk chair and began to read the page and looked for anything that described a Centaur's hair...There was nothing.
"Flawkes why did you open it to this page?" Dumbledore asked the beautiful phoenix.
Flawkes quickly took flight, landed by Dumbledore's arm, and started to walk over to the book. She stepped onto the pages of the book and then acted as if she was reading the pages. "What is it Flawkes?" Dumbledore whispered.
Flawkes walked off of the book, took her beak, flipped the page over, and crawled back onto the book. She read the pages from top to bottom, as Dumbledore watched his fiery bird read. Finally, Flawkes stopped reading, walked over to the end of the Centaur page, and pointed at a picture of characteristics of Centaurs. One picture was a picture of thick blue hairs...they matched the ones the Dumbledore had.