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Chapter 13: "Mistaken Identity"
Everything went so fast. Harry and Ron came rushing back inside the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey was summoned, and Professor Dumbledore came just in time. Hermione was finally brought to St. Mungo's. While Harry, Ron, and Draco were given special permission by Dumbledore to stay at St. Mungo's so that they could watch over Hermione.
Mrs. Granger, who had just arrived from a meeting with the doctors, was immediately summoned to Dumbledore's office. There, the news was broken to her. As expected, she burst into crying, but Dumbledore swore that he would do anything under his power to help Hermione.
In the meantime, Harry, Ron, and Draco were quietly sitting outside of Hermione's room. Neither of them would speak, especially about the situation, until Harry stood up walked towards the window, watching Hermione struggle with an unknown disease.
"How can the girl I love, who is also the most powerful girl I know, get weak for no apparent reason, and slowly fall apart right in front of my eyes? It doesn't seem to fit," he said.
Ron stood up and walked beside Harry. "Hang in there, Harry. Everything would be okay. Don't worry."
"Where is Dumbledore, anyway?" Draco finally spoke.
Ron turned to look at him. "Probably still at Hogwarts, trying to comfort Hermione's mother," he said. "I'm amazed at that old man. How can he balance all his duties as our headmaster, and still be able to take care of personal situations such as this?"
"That's probably why he's called the greatest wizard that ever existed," Draco commented.
"I just hope he's powerful enough to find a cure for Hermione," Harry said.
Both Ron and Draco looked at him. "Just have faith, Harry. Dumbledore has never let us down," said Ron.
"Ron's right," Draco said.
***
Dylan can't help but feel uneasy. He had just heard the news about Hermione, and somehow, he feels guilty about it, though he doesn't know why.
He paced back and forth at his room, trying his best to calm down, but only in vain. He sat down at his bed and stared out the window. He could see the sun shining brightly outside. He was there when Draco confessed his love for Hermione. He had heard everything. He was standing by the doorway, neither of the two aware that he was listening.
A lot of the things Draco had told him has sunk in. What Draco said about unconditional love really got him thinking. Was everything he has done worth it?
Then a knock was heard at the door. Dylan screwed up his face because he didn't want to be disturbed. Standing up and walking towards the door, he reluctantly turned the knob for the unexpected visitor. "Who is it?"
"The headmaster wishes to talk to you, Mr. Watson," answered Professor McGonagall. And from the apprehensive look on her face and the tone of her voice, Dylan knew right away that he was in trouble.
***
Professor McGonagall had led him in front of Professor Dumbledore's office. They had both climbed, or rather, ridden an ascending staircase that brought them facing the front door. McGonagall knocked twice and the door was opened.
Dumbledore was sitting on his chair behind the desk. Dylan was expecting him to look livid but he wasn't. To his great surprise, Dumbledore stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and extended his right hand for Dylan to shake, with a rather pleasant smile on his face.
"I am glad to finally meet you, Mr. Watson," said Dumbledore as Dylan hesitantly took his hand and shook it slightly. "Now, please take a seat."
Dylan sat on the only other chair inside the office, which was positioned facing Dumbledore's desk.
"I shall be checking back in an hour," said Professor McGonagall, who gave Dumbledore that same apprehensive look and a slight nod, and left immediately, closing the door behind her.
Sitting back on his own chair, Dumbledore faced Dylan still wearing the same smile he had a few minutes ago. Now Dylan could not think of any reason why the headmaster would ask to meet him, smiling like a grown man looking down upon an infant, and not saying any word, yet, as to why he was called there in the first place.
Having enough of the disturbing look Dumbledore was giving him, Dylan resorted to fascinating himself by the odd sorts of mechanisms, portraits, and volumes of books that were surrounding him. "I like your office," he said. "It looks. professional."
"I am certainly delighted by your description, Mr. Watson, but could you please tell me why you think you are in my office," Dumbledore answered back.
"I don't know. You're the one who called me, Professor," Dylan said, trying to hide his irritation.
"Do you know what Professor McGonagall and I were doing here at Hogwarts when we should be dealing with matters concerning Ms. Granger's condition- you do know Ms. Granger, right?" he said.
"Yes, I do. And I do not know what you were doing," Dylan replied, playing with the hem of his robes.
"Minerva just called me about an hour ago because she appears to have noticed a flaw in our reception quill."
"Excuse me? With what?"
"You see, Dylan-can I call you Dylan?" Dylan nodded, "Every year, Minerva puts out a special quill that writes down the names of every eleven year old that is qualified to study here at Hogwarts. But when she checked on it an hour ago, she found out that it has, for no apparent reason, been tampered with."
Dylan shifted on his seat. "There were supposed to be 32 students accepted in Hogwarts this year. But when she recounted the number of students that have been distributed into each house, it totaled 33."
"And what does that mean, exactly?" Dylan asked, shifting yet again on his seat.
"It means that someone is here at Hogwarts when he's not supposed to." Dylan almost slipped from his chair. "Are you okay, Mr. Watson?"
"Y-Yes, headmaster."
"Then I guess it wouldn't be a problem if you would tell me what you are doing here at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, gazing at Dylan from beneath his half-moon spectacles. "Who are you, Mr. Watson?"
Chapter 13: "Mistaken Identity"
Everything went so fast. Harry and Ron came rushing back inside the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey was summoned, and Professor Dumbledore came just in time. Hermione was finally brought to St. Mungo's. While Harry, Ron, and Draco were given special permission by Dumbledore to stay at St. Mungo's so that they could watch over Hermione.
Mrs. Granger, who had just arrived from a meeting with the doctors, was immediately summoned to Dumbledore's office. There, the news was broken to her. As expected, she burst into crying, but Dumbledore swore that he would do anything under his power to help Hermione.
In the meantime, Harry, Ron, and Draco were quietly sitting outside of Hermione's room. Neither of them would speak, especially about the situation, until Harry stood up walked towards the window, watching Hermione struggle with an unknown disease.
"How can the girl I love, who is also the most powerful girl I know, get weak for no apparent reason, and slowly fall apart right in front of my eyes? It doesn't seem to fit," he said.
Ron stood up and walked beside Harry. "Hang in there, Harry. Everything would be okay. Don't worry."
"Where is Dumbledore, anyway?" Draco finally spoke.
Ron turned to look at him. "Probably still at Hogwarts, trying to comfort Hermione's mother," he said. "I'm amazed at that old man. How can he balance all his duties as our headmaster, and still be able to take care of personal situations such as this?"
"That's probably why he's called the greatest wizard that ever existed," Draco commented.
"I just hope he's powerful enough to find a cure for Hermione," Harry said.
Both Ron and Draco looked at him. "Just have faith, Harry. Dumbledore has never let us down," said Ron.
"Ron's right," Draco said.
***
Dylan can't help but feel uneasy. He had just heard the news about Hermione, and somehow, he feels guilty about it, though he doesn't know why.
He paced back and forth at his room, trying his best to calm down, but only in vain. He sat down at his bed and stared out the window. He could see the sun shining brightly outside. He was there when Draco confessed his love for Hermione. He had heard everything. He was standing by the doorway, neither of the two aware that he was listening.
A lot of the things Draco had told him has sunk in. What Draco said about unconditional love really got him thinking. Was everything he has done worth it?
Then a knock was heard at the door. Dylan screwed up his face because he didn't want to be disturbed. Standing up and walking towards the door, he reluctantly turned the knob for the unexpected visitor. "Who is it?"
"The headmaster wishes to talk to you, Mr. Watson," answered Professor McGonagall. And from the apprehensive look on her face and the tone of her voice, Dylan knew right away that he was in trouble.
***
Professor McGonagall had led him in front of Professor Dumbledore's office. They had both climbed, or rather, ridden an ascending staircase that brought them facing the front door. McGonagall knocked twice and the door was opened.
Dumbledore was sitting on his chair behind the desk. Dylan was expecting him to look livid but he wasn't. To his great surprise, Dumbledore stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and extended his right hand for Dylan to shake, with a rather pleasant smile on his face.
"I am glad to finally meet you, Mr. Watson," said Dumbledore as Dylan hesitantly took his hand and shook it slightly. "Now, please take a seat."
Dylan sat on the only other chair inside the office, which was positioned facing Dumbledore's desk.
"I shall be checking back in an hour," said Professor McGonagall, who gave Dumbledore that same apprehensive look and a slight nod, and left immediately, closing the door behind her.
Sitting back on his own chair, Dumbledore faced Dylan still wearing the same smile he had a few minutes ago. Now Dylan could not think of any reason why the headmaster would ask to meet him, smiling like a grown man looking down upon an infant, and not saying any word, yet, as to why he was called there in the first place.
Having enough of the disturbing look Dumbledore was giving him, Dylan resorted to fascinating himself by the odd sorts of mechanisms, portraits, and volumes of books that were surrounding him. "I like your office," he said. "It looks. professional."
"I am certainly delighted by your description, Mr. Watson, but could you please tell me why you think you are in my office," Dumbledore answered back.
"I don't know. You're the one who called me, Professor," Dylan said, trying to hide his irritation.
"Do you know what Professor McGonagall and I were doing here at Hogwarts when we should be dealing with matters concerning Ms. Granger's condition- you do know Ms. Granger, right?" he said.
"Yes, I do. And I do not know what you were doing," Dylan replied, playing with the hem of his robes.
"Minerva just called me about an hour ago because she appears to have noticed a flaw in our reception quill."
"Excuse me? With what?"
"You see, Dylan-can I call you Dylan?" Dylan nodded, "Every year, Minerva puts out a special quill that writes down the names of every eleven year old that is qualified to study here at Hogwarts. But when she checked on it an hour ago, she found out that it has, for no apparent reason, been tampered with."
Dylan shifted on his seat. "There were supposed to be 32 students accepted in Hogwarts this year. But when she recounted the number of students that have been distributed into each house, it totaled 33."
"And what does that mean, exactly?" Dylan asked, shifting yet again on his seat.
"It means that someone is here at Hogwarts when he's not supposed to." Dylan almost slipped from his chair. "Are you okay, Mr. Watson?"
"Y-Yes, headmaster."
"Then I guess it wouldn't be a problem if you would tell me what you are doing here at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, gazing at Dylan from beneath his half-moon spectacles. "Who are you, Mr. Watson?"