Chapter 4
Great! Now, I'm Stuck in It Again
"Mom, Dad, I'm going to Ron's. I'll be back by dinner," she said after she finished her meal and disapparated with a small crack.
She was in Ron's house now. It seemed that Ron hadn't wake up yet. She headed to Ron's room and woke him up.
"Arghh, what happened?" a red haired man asked without opening his eyes.
"It's me, Hermione. Wake up, Ron. We should ask everyone for an Order meeting now. Quick, get up!" Hermione yelled.
"Mione? What are you doing here?" he said and hugged her tightly.
"I've said that there's something very important and I need to tell the orders right away. Order.Meeting.Now!" she said impatiently.
"Okay, okay. I'll call them. Let's go to the living room," Ron muttered, rubbed his eyes, and went to the living room with Hermione.
They called everyone by floo powder and told everyone to gather in the Headquarter. After they finished telling everybody, they apparated to the meeting room in Grimmauld Place 12. All of the order members were already there with confused faces. Hermione and Ron sat on the remaining chairs.
"Anything happened, Ron, Hermione?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know what happen. Hermione want an order meeting," Ron replied, turning to Hermione.
"It's… It's Harry," she whispered quietly.
"What about Harry?" almost everybody in the room stood up after hearing the name and shouted, except Hermione, Albus Dumbledore, and Severus Snape.
"What's wrong with him, Hermione?" asked a worried voice of Molly Weasley.
Hermione didn't reply but she took something from her pocket. She recovered the size of the blue Lily bouquet from Harry and put it on the table. Everybody gasped when they saw the rare beautiful flower and before they could ask anything, Hermione slipped her hand back on her pocket and took the short note Harry had given to her along with the bouquet.
"I got it when I'm in a concert with Eve in New York a few days ago, along with this note," she said and dropped the note to the table.
Ron picked it and read loudly, "Dear Hermione, I love the way you played your cello, especially on Swan Lake. Give a hug for everyone from me. I'm sure you know who I am. Eve Tai is a great pianist too. Congratulations, and please don't try to find me. I'm just passing by. Always loving all of you, Harry,"
He quickly put it back and collapsed himself to his chair. He couldn't help the tears straining through his face. Everyone in the room was crying silently. The quiet situation was broke by Molly Weasley.
"Oh, well. He's all right then. Let's just hope we'll meet him soon…" she said with sadness in her voice, wiping the tears from her face."NOO!!!" a loud voice of Christian Farandole erupt through his room. Chris' eyes were opened widely and stared to the ceiling. He panted hardly. It wasn't the first nightmare he had since the past five years. This time, he had a dream about Cedric being killed by Voldemort. Sometimes he also dreamed about Sirius in the Department of Mysteries and the night he killed Voldemort.
"DAMN IT! Why can't I get him out of my mind?! DAMN YOU, VOLDEMORT!" he screamed.
He was glad that he put a silencing charm around his room so nobody would hear him screaming. Padfoot was awoken because Chris' scream and approached to Chris' canopy bed. Chris saw him and picked him up, patted him in the head and played with him. Chris didn't continue sleeping. He got out of his bed and took a long luxurious bath. After feeling refreshed, he wore a tee shirt and pants, then took a walk in the park. It was only 5 in the morning, so nobody was there. Padfoot walked elegantly following him behind. Chris sat on one of the bench and put his head on his hand.A Year Passed
"Chris, take a seat, please," his boss said as he noticed Chris entered the room.
Chris took a seat in front of his boss and sighed.
"Chris, I want you to go with me to London tomorrow. Some serious business there," his boss said.
"What's the problem, Boss?" he asked.
"Hotels and clubs problems. There are some unknown people messing up there," his boss said sadly. "I can't handle it all alone, that's why I need your companion. Please get ready and we'll be leaving this evening," he added.
"Okay, boss," Chris said and went back to his room.
Chris started packing his things up in his Samsonite bag. He threw his clothes in. He also put his wand on his bag, just for precaution. At last, Chris finished packing up his things. He dialed Joe's cell phone.
"Joe?" he said.
"Chris? Is that you?" said Joe's voice on the phone.
"Yeah, it's me. Listen, I'm leaving to London this evening, business. See you later, okay. Tell Aidan, I'm gone. I'll call you again if I'm back," he said quickly.
"Okay, enjoy your business trip," Joe said and laughed.
"Well, see you then," Chris said and switched the phone off.
Chris took a long shower, shaved, and dressed in his formal suit. He patted Padfoot for the last time and left his room. Chris said to his secretary to take a good care of Padfoot and walked to the lobby, carrying his bag and laptop, to meet his boss.
When Chris arrived at the lobby, his boss had been waiting. They rode a shiny, black limousine to the airport.
"Want some drink?" his boss offered him an empty glass.
"Sure," Chris said and took the glass from his boss. The older man poured some champagne to Chris' glass, then to his own.
They drank in silent. Chris put his glass back.
"Boss, can you please tell me what's happening there?" he asked hesitantly.
"I'll tell you later. It's hard to explain. You'd better see it yourself later."
The limousine stopped at the airport. Chris and his boss took their luggage and marched to the departure hall.After eight hours flight, they arrived in London. They were greeted by one of their hotels' employee and he drove them to the hotel, The Imperial Throne. Imperial Throne was much likely Imperial Palace, but Imperial Palace was bigger.
Chris and his boss strolled to the meeting room as soon as they arrived. The room was huge, with a big table and 30 chairs around it. There were only two chairs left, right in the middle. Chris quickly concluded that they were their chairs. His boss sat on one of them and Chris followed him sat on the remaining chair. Chris took his laptop and switched it on. He needed his laptop to type important things from the meeting. The boss began the meeting.
"Okay, everyone. I'm sorry that I'm late. But that was the only flight to London today. Let me introduce Christian Farandole to you. He's the co leader of my group," his boss said proudly.
"Well, can anyone explain to us what had happened in our hotels and clubs the past few days?"
"We don't really know what happen, but the guests were complaining that they felt cold and like they'd never be happy again," said a man. He was around Chris' age. He had a silver blonde hair and light gray eyes.
Draco!
Chris thought after he scanned the man who was talking.
Does he just say that the guest said they'd never be happy again and felt cold? Does he mean dementors?
"I think, almost all of you know what happened from my explanation," he said and shot a glare at Chris.
"What?" Chris asked confusedly.
Are they wizards?!
"Um, Chris, I'll to explain this to you. All of us are wizards," he said but noticed two women sitting in the corner of the table. "And witches," he added.
"Oh, so, you mean the problem is dementors?" Chris said.
Everyone in the room looked surprised, including his boss.
"Chris, you are a wizard?" his boss asked.
"Yeah, actually, I left the wizarding world six years ago. And boss, you've never told me that you are a wizard," he said quietly.
The room went silent. After knowing that all the people in the room were wizards and witches, Chris scanned them one by one. He noticed Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and surprisingly, Severus Snape. He tried to hide his emotion and looked down at his laptop.
"Ah, perfect then. So, we'll need to find the dementors and drive them away," his boss broke the silence.
"How come the dementors walked around here? Aren't they supposed to guard Azkaban?" Chris interrupted.
"Bellatrix Lestrange broke from Azkaban two weeks ago. It seemed that she got the dementors by her side," Severus Snape snapped at him.
"Aren't all the death eaters executed six years ago?"
"Yes. But, Lestrange was caught a year later and the ministry didn't kill her. It's a pity, really," Malfoy replied quietly.
"Who's the minister?"
"Fudge of course. But after that happened, Percy Weasley was elected as the new one," his boss said.
"It's really a pity that Fudge didn't execute her…" Chris said sarcastically.
"They're heading here," he muttered.
"Who?" his boss asked.
"Bellatrix Lestrange and the dementors," Chris said as the door banged open.
A hooded woman standing there, glared evilly to them, followed by a bunch of dementors behind her.
"Face me, Malfoy! You should pay for Rodolphus!" the familiar voice shrieked.
"Hoho, so you're alone now, Bellatrix? No husband? No Voldemort?" Chris mocked her.
"How dare you say his name! And who the bloody hell are you?" she turned her head to Chris.
"Pity. You don't know me? Well, you don't really have to know. Stop disturbing Malfoy because you also have to pay for many people deaths!" Chris yelled, panting hardly.
"Shut your mouth up, young man! Guys, attack him!" she ordered the dementors.
"GUYS? You call those creatures guys? Pity, Lestrange. Expecto…" Chris started saying an incantation but someone started first.
"Expecto patronum," said the plain voice of Severus Snape.
A huge silver bat attacked the dementors, but it disappeared in a minute.
"Expecto Patronum," Chris said and pointed his hand to the dementors calmly after drawing beautiful and happy memories from his mind.
A gold stag erupted from his hand. The stag attacked the dementors, and surprisingly, after being attacked by the stag, the dementors vanished. After Chris' patronus hit all the dementors, all the dementors vanished and Bellatrix was left alone. The gold stag disappeared to a gold mist.
"You… you'll pay!" Bellatrix yelled with hatred in her voice and disapparated from the room.
Chris couldn't believe what had happened. A Gold Patronus. Gold, not silver. He turned to the people behind him. All of them watched him open-mouthed. Even Snape. Chris collapsed himself to his chair. Everyone followed him and sat on their chairs.
"I… I… think I see my patronus was gold…" he said quietly.
"Yes, it was. Who the hell are you?" Draco Malfoy muttered.
"I'm not telling any of you who I am," Chris snapped.
"But… but, you've conjured a patronus without a wand! It's unbelievable," one of the people in the room said.
"Me? I can do wandless magic since my sixth year," he said innocently. "What happened to the dementors?" he asked.
Nobody answered. "No one had ever conjured a golden patronus before. Maybe they're dead. Unbelievable, you conjured a gold patronus without a wand. You must be really strong, Chris. Why don't you tell me that you're a wizard?" his boss questioned him.
"You never asked, boss…" Chris said.
"He'll be perfect as a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Albus would appreciate it," Malfoy mumbled.
"I'm not going to teach at Hogwarts. I'm not going to join the wizarding world once more. And I'm happy enough with my current job!" Chris said together with Snape, "Draco! You don't know him and you still don't know how trustworthy he is!"
"Chris, I'm afraid you can't prevent the wizarding world anymore. I'm sure with what has happened just now, Bellatrix will be looking for you… It's about the safety of our group. It's not that I don't want you to work with me anymore, but Hogwarts is the safest place for you now. I know Dumbledore, and I'm sure he'll help you," his boss said.
"But boss… I can take care of myself. You don't even know that I put a silencing charm in my room in New York, do you? And you've seen my ability just now. Please…" he plead.
"It's not just your safety, Chris. It's also the guests' safety. You know what I mean… It's really great to have you in my side, but I'm concerned of your safety, Chris. Anyway, you are always welcome in the family," his boss exclaimed.
Chris silently nodded.
"There, there… It's just a month away from the new term. I suggest you to live here," his boss said, but Chris cut him off.
"I'm not going to stay here without telling my friends in New York. I'll apparate there and apparate back here a week before, taking my things and Pad – my dog here," he said.
"Apparate to New York from London? You're kidding," Snape snorted.
"And how do you know that I can't apparate to New York from London, Severus?" he spat.
Snape was taken a back and glared daggers at Chris. Chris glared back.
"How do you know my name?" Severus Snape asked angrily.
"How can I don't know about the famous potions master of Hogwarts?" Chris hissed.
"You go to Hogwarts? I don't remember anyone went to Hogwarts called Christian Farandole!"
"My dearest Professor always has a good memory. What if I attend Hogwarts under a different name?" Chris mocked.
"What name did you use then?" he asked angrily.
"Oh, mind your own business. I've already told you that I won't tell any of you who the Hell I am," he said. "Sorry, can't control my emotion. I'm just surprised that all of you are wizards and witches and I really don't want to be related to the wizarding world anymore. I think the dementor problem is solved. I'm going back to my room. Nice day, everyone," Chris said and left to his room.Chris dropped himself in the comfortable king size bed when he reached his room and thought hard about what had happened that day.
Great, first, boss and all the shareholders are wizards and witches. And I know three of them. Draco, Severus, and Blaise Zabini. Dementors problems. Bellatrix Lestrange. Great, she's alive. What a fucking bitch! How come Fudge didn't kill her. Stupid brat! Gold Patronus? Oh great, and now I'm going to be trapped in the wizarding world once again. In Hogwarts. Oh my God, is this my destiny? Why can't I leave peacefully as a muggle? Why don't boss tell me he's a wizard?
He broke his stare at the ceiling when he heard a knock in the door.
"Who's outside?" he yelled.
"It's me," said the voice of his boss.
"Come in," Chris said, waved his hand, and the door opened.
The older man sat on the chair near the bed where Chris was laying.
"Chris… You okay?" said the wise voice.
"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine after knowing that all of you are wizards and now I'm stuck in the worst place in my life, again," he snarled without looking at his boss.
"Chris… I don't know what happened to you, but I cared about you very much."
"Sorry, boss… I know you care about me. I'll tell you about my past, but please promise me that you won't say anything to the others," he stated.
His boss nodded silently. Chris sat on the bed and turned to his boss. He put his covered his face with his hand and concentrated hard. He took his hand from his face and on his place, was sitting a fully tanned and grown Harry Potter with his shimmering emerald eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
"God, Chris, you are Harry Potter," his boss said disbelievingly.
"Yes, and I think I don't have to tell you more about my life. You should've known," Chris muttered.
"It's not important about the reason why I left the wizarding world six years ago," he said again after he saw his boss' confused look.
His boss just nodded and Chris fixed his face back to his usual one.
"Sorry, Chris. But I think it's not a good decision to let you stay, so…"
"I understand, boss. I'll go to Hogwarts," he said and smiled.
"You're really my boy, Chris… I'll miss you," his boss hugged him.
"Boss, if you don't mind, will you please take Padfoot with you? He's somewhat related to my past and I don't want anyone to know, especially my friends," Chris asked.
"Sure, I'll take a good care of him… Hey, if you are a wizard, you might already know Hermione Granger and Eve Tai. Do you know any of them?"
"I bloody know Hermione Granger, Boss. She's one of my best friends at Hogwarts. But I don't know about Eve Tai before someone told me that she's a famous chaser. And according to the data you gave me, it said that she attended her high school in French, so she should be studying in Beauxbatons. Am I correct?" Chris said playfully.
"It's tough to beat you, Chris. I read that Harry Potter was the youngest seeker ever. Is that true?"
"Oh, yeah. But I don't have any chance to play professional quidditch. I left right after I graduated, remember?"
"Right. Oh well, some more business in the clubs. I'll need to finish these as soon as possible. You can go back to New York if you want. Maybe this is our last meeting, Chris. See you next time. You still have authority as the co leader, so don't hesitate to visit our clubs if you want to. I'll keep your room in its state in case you come back someday," his boss said sadly.
"Thanks, boss. And I definitely will visit you when I'm done…" he said quietly and his boss left the room.Chris was back at London, in his hotel room. He just returned to New York to take some of his important things, told Joe that he'd be gone and apparated back to London. It was the 31st of August. He must be at Hogwarts tomorrow before dinner and he had not bought any equipment. Chris apparated directly to the apparation area of Diagon Alley and stepped into the crowded street.
Chris headed to the huge white building, Gringotts, the wizarding bank. He strolled right to one of the goblin and said.
"Harry Potter wants to take some money, please," he said and handed the key to a stern looking goblin.
The goblin croaked to another goblin nearby, "Take Mr. Potter to his safe."
The goblin was very familiar. Chris followed him to the narrow stone passageway and climbed into the mining cart. Chris began a conversation.
"Are you Griphook?" he asked hesitantly.
"How do you know? Not many wizards can notice a goblin in particular," Griphook said.
"Uh, maybe it's different with me. I know three giants, two of them are half-breed, a werewolf, a hippogriff, three house elves, and a centaur. I've even killed a basilisk,"
"Oh, it's really nice to be remembered by a person like you, Sir," Griphook replied formally as the cart continued to run magically.
"When is the first time you saw me?" the goblin asked.
"Hmm… If my calculation is correct, it's thirteen years ago in my first visit to Gringotts. I went here with one of the half giant I knew, taking money from my vault and you-know-what in vault 713," Chris explained.
"Ah, I remember. You are the famous Harry Potter then,"
Chris didn't reply and they arrived in front of his vault. Chris handed Griphook the key and the goblin opened the door. Chris went inside the room and took a little more than usual as he planned to do many shopping that day. There were still so many galleons inside. He didn't even know the exact value of it.
"Griphook? Do you know how many galleons I have in here?" he asked the goblin politely.
"Just a minute, Mr. Potter," he said and pulled a piece of parchment from a hidden vault in Chris' safe.
"All of them are 5,804,358,087 galleons, 12 sickles, and 25 knuts," the goblin squeaked.
Chris couldn't believe the amount of money his parents had left for him. He inserted the money he needed to a magical pouch and left the room.
He was now standing in front of Gringotts, deciding where to go first. He decided to drop by Madam Malkin's first to buy new robes, but before he reached the shop, he saw a banner in front of a new shop "P & B's Collections – Find the newest trend here"
Chris stepped to the shop and two identical girls, who he noticed as Parvati and Padma Patil, greeted him.
"Can I help you, young man?" asked one of the twins.
"Hmm, I think I need a plenty of new robes," he said and gave his charming smile.
"Right away, Sir," one of them said and blushed while the other called someone, "Lavender, bring us the measurement, please!"
Lavender Brown showed up to the room, taking the measuring tape with her. Parvati, Padma, and Lavender didn't change much since Chris saw them the last time. That's why Chris quickly realized who they were. Lavender waved her wand and the tape started to measure Chris.
"Is this shop new?" he asked kindly, throwing another smile.
"Not really. We opened it together three years ago…" said Lavender.
"What's the banner means? I mean the P & B," Chris asked.
"P stands for Patil, that's my sister and me. And B stands for Brown, Lavender Brown," said one of the twins.
"Where do you go for school? Hogwarts?" he asked, pretending as if he didn't know.
"Yeah. We're all in the same year. I was in Ravenclaw while Parvati and Lavender in Gryffindor. Hogwarts too?" Padma said.
"Err, yeah. Actually, I'm going to teach there starting tomorrow," he admitted.
"Oh, really? Then, I'll bet you're the new Defense Professor. Beware, it's jinxed," Parvati said.
"Hmm? Why?" he asked as he chose some materials for his clothes. He chose deep green, emerald green, navy, dark blue, light blue, black, gray, and silver colors.
"You don't know? Well… It's just that no one ever stayed on that position for more than a year," Padma continued.
"Hey, my niece will be in the fifth year. She's in Gryffindor, her name is Cassidy Brown," Lavender said.
"Hmm, I'll note that," Chris muttered. "I think I'll go to another place first. I'll be back later," he said and left the shop.
Clothes… check! Next is… owl? No, I don't need an owl. I wonder how's Hedwig doing… Ah cut it off, Potter… Then, next are… books! Yeah, how can I forget?!
Chris headed to the Flourish and Blotts. He saw crowds gathering outside the bookshop. He scanned them and saw Gilderoy Lockhart in the middle of the crowds, most of them were young witches.
Oh, great. Lockhart has already recovered.
Chris walked through the crowds and bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry," he said and put his innocent-full-of-apologize face.
The woman who bumped into him didn't reply and just stared at him romantically. Chris gave her his Aren't-I-Charming smile, passed her and sauntered to the bookshop. Chris took some interesting books, covering his subject, and some advance charms books. He took all of it to the cashier and paid 12 galleons for them. From the Flourish and Blotts, he headed to the Florean Fortescue's Ice-cream Parlor. It had been seven years since the last time he had it and the taste even got better. He looked at his watch, he still had a plenty time to spend before taking his clothes in P & B's. So, he decided to go to the Quality Quidditch Supply to have some fun. He walked to the shop and saw, still a Firebolt, just like his, laying in front of it. Chris wasn't sure if it was still the best broomstick, so he entered the shop and asked the shopkeeper.
"Is Firebolt still the best broom?" he asked.
"Oh, welcome. Yeah, it is. Actually there are some new inventions a few years ago, but I don't think it's as good as Firebolt. And the National Quidditch Team stays with it too," the shopkeeper greeted him kindly.
"Oh, okay. I think I'll need some cleaning products for my old Firebolt. I haven't cleaned it since the past few years," Chris said and smiled.
"Wow, you have a Firebolt! As long as I know, there are only three owner of Firebolt other than professional quidditch player in Wales," he said.
"Ah, I got it in America," Chris lied.
The shopkeeper gave him an understanding nod and took a cleaning products from the shelf behind him.
"Here, it's 2 Galleons,"
Chris handed him two gold coins and walked away from the shop, heading to the P & B's.
"Excuse me, have you finished my robes?" he asked to Lavender.
"Yeah. Please wait by the cashier table. I'll take it there," she said and gone to another room.
A moment later, she came back carrying Chris' new robes, helped by Parvati and Padma.
"Here they are. It's 20 Galleons with discount," one of the twins said and winked.
"Thank you very much," he smiled and stepped out of the shop.
Chris apparated to his suite and packed his things in his usual Samsonite bags. After he was done packing, Chris went to the reception desk with his luggage and told the reception that he was leaving. The reception nodded and Chris went to the nearest washroom. He made sure that no one was around and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. Chris saw Tom, the owner sitting on his usual table. He approached him and told him that he needed a room until tomorrow. Tom guided him to his room and left Chris for privacy. Chris spent the night by reading through the Defense books and cleaning his Firebolt, which now looked brand new.
The next morning, Tom woke him up and brought some breakfast to his room.
"Thanks, Tom," he said kindly.
"You're welcome, Mr. Farandole," the middle aged man smiled strangely and walked away.
Chris finished his breakfast and checked his belonging, making sure that nothing was left. He dressed in his new black robe and looked at his watch, which showed 3 o'clock. After he was sure that nothing was left, he shrunk his bag and pocketed it. Chris put his wand to his trunk. He was confident enough that he could defense himself without using a wand. Chris went downstairs, paid his room and meal to Tom, and apparated to Hogsmeade. He found himself in front of the Honeydukes. Chris still had a plenty time left to spend, so he wandered around Hogsmeade. He saw Weasley Wizarding Wheezes built right beside Zonko's. Chris wanted to come inside, but decided not to. Other than that, he dropped by the Three Broomsticks to have some butterbeer to drink.
Chris checked his watch. The students should arrive soon, and so he decided to go to the castle. He could apparate there if he wanted to, but concluded that it'll surprised some people, so he took the old passageway from Honeydukes instead of apparating to the Great Hall. Chris went out from the old witch statue and headed to the Great Hall. When he entered the Great Hall, the staff table had filled up except one beside the headmaster. Chris quickly concluded that it was his seat and walked there. There were two other empty chairs, and he knew they were McGonnagal and Hagrid's chairs. He sat between the headmaster and, unfortunately, Severus Snape. As he sat down, Severus Snape glared daggers at him. He returned the glare and turned away to Dumbledore.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Headmaster Dumbledore," Chris said and put his calm-and-confidence look on his face.
"Pleasure to meet you too, Chris. And please, call me Albus," Dumbledore exclaimed.
They were talking some light subjects as the students began filling the Great Hall. After all of the new students sorted, Dumbledore stood up and gave some speech, and at last, introduced him.
"Okay, students, this is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Christian Farandole, Professor Farandole to you," he said with a smile.
The Great Hall erupted in a polite applause and Dumbledore continued his speech after it reduced. After finished talking, the old man clapped his hand and food started appearing on tables.
"Hmm, Hogwarts still has the best meal…" he mumbled.
"Yeah, the house elves really do their works well," Dumbledore replied as he drank some of his pumpkin juice.
"How do you know?" Severus Snape snarled at him.
"There, there, my dear professor. I've already said that you don't have to know about my past, so stop questioning me about it, okay," he said sarcastically.
Everyone in the staff table seemed shocked. Chris was one of few people who got their nerve to speak like that to Severus Snape.
"You…" Snape started arguing but was stopped by Dumbledore.
"Hold it, Severus. You should respect Chris for his decision not to tell us about his past," Dumbledore warned him.
Snape sat back to his seat and glared daggers to Chris. Chris glared back until the Headmaster announced that dinner was finished. Severus Snape strolled out of the Great Hall with hatred.
"Oh well, Chris, let me show you your room," Dumbledore said.
"Thanks, Albus," he said and followed Dumbledore going through corridors. They stopped in front of a door that Chris noticed as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom.
"This is your class," Dumbledore said and guided him to enter the class. "Over there is your office," he said pointing at a door behind the teacher desk. "And in the office there's a door that will lead you to your room. You can change whatever you want and don't hesitate to ask to house elves to help. I think that's all for now. I'd like to talk to you tomorrow morning before breakfast. Password is lemon drops. Have a good rest," Dumbledore gave Chris a warm smile and left the classroom.
A/N. Hey, I finally finished this
chapter!! Oh yeah, all HP characters belong to JK. I do not own anything. I do
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(05/16/04)