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Chapter 21
Conversations with Dumbledore
"What?" Harry asked Ron as they walked into the common room of the suite that Cleo, Mêlée, Curania, and A'lira's parents were staying.
"Those girls." Ron answered hesitantly. "They remind me of you four." He pointed to the girls.
"Really?" Curania asked tentatively. "I don't see the resemblance."
"Maybe I'm just going crazy." Ron reasoned.
"Ron," Mêlée said. "You're gone."
All of the friends laughed, while looking around. "Hey, didn't they say you're parents were in?" Harry asked.
"I thought they did." Cleo answered. "But I don't think they are here."
"They're not." Dumbledore's voice came from behind them. He was suddenly sitting in one of the plush armchairs in front of a now roaring fireplace. "Ah, I see you have acquired a friend, Miss Black."
Everyone looked back at the phoenix that was attached to Cleo's shoulder. "I can't seem to pry him off my shoulder." Cleo stated. "He seems to have taken a liking to me, for some reason."
"I'm not certain either." Dumbledore said. "Though I do have a few ideas. Fizzing Wizbee anyone?" he asked pulling a bag out of one of the many pockets in his robes. Curania and A'lira both opted for one but the others politely declined. Dumbledore gave Curania and A'lira a beaming smile before turning and looking curiously at Fawkes. "You're just plain weird, have I told you that lately?" he asked the bird. Fawkes just ignored him and nipped at Cleo's ear.
"He is starting to get on my nerves!" Cleo exclaimed.
"Um, where are our parents" Mêlée asked seriously.
"They are at the Ministry this morning. They had something they had to do. I'm not completely sure what for. Then they were going to head to Diagon Alley to pick up a few things." Dumbledore rambled.
"Oh," Mêlée acknowledged.
"Well, we just thought we'd stop by and see how they were doing." A'lira explained.
"Well, anyway. You all sure you don't want one." Once again offering the bag of Fizzing Wizbees to the group. Once again they declined. "I knew you'd be heading down here to see your parents. Since I knew they'd not be here. I decided to come down and tell you where they."
"Oh, thank you, professor." A'lira said cautiously.
Dumbledore turned to leave and was almost to the portrait opening when he turned around again to face them. "Oh, I almost forgot. Miss' Black, Professor Flitwick has been looking for you four. He has something important to talk to you about. I do hope it's about the Christmas decorations. It is about time to be putting those up. I do hope they are better this year than last year. Last year he put singing and dancing poinsettias on every Christmas tree." Dumbledore explained. "Anyway, you four should head to find him. The rest of you should begin studying for your N.E.W.T.s for I know most of you haven't even thought of that yet. Oh, look at the time. I have to rush and meet my dear friend Gandalf. He will be arriving soon. Good afternoon." There was a twinkle in his eye as he smiled and left.
"Dumbledore, still as odd as ever." Ron laughed.
"Who's Gandalf?" Curania asked.
"Probably another old wizard." Mêlée said passively.
"Well, we had better go find Professor Flitwick." Cleo suggested.
"I wonder why he wants to see you." Harry wondered aloud.
"Who knows, but Cleo's right, we need to go find out." Mêlée agreed. The girls said their goodbyes and left in search of the short and kindly professor, Fawkes still perched on Cleo's shoulder.
"Odd." Hermione said after the girls had left.
"What do you mean, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Things aren't seeming quite right." She explained. Ron and Harry continued giving her confused looks.
"Earlier this year, those weird attacks on very unlikable people, why did it seem as though the Black girls were doing it? Now they disappear nearly every weekend. No one knows where. They seem so on edge. Like the have a terrible secret that they are afraid to tell any one." Hermione went on. Ron and Harry were beginning to understand that something was wrong but what it was, they still had no clue.
"Do you know what it is, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"I've done some reading." Harry and Ron rolled their eyes. "And I think I may have found something very interesting."
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Chapter 21
Conversations with Dumbledore
"What?" Harry asked Ron as they walked into the common room of the suite that Cleo, Mêlée, Curania, and A'lira's parents were staying.
"Those girls." Ron answered hesitantly. "They remind me of you four." He pointed to the girls.
"Really?" Curania asked tentatively. "I don't see the resemblance."
"Maybe I'm just going crazy." Ron reasoned.
"Ron," Mêlée said. "You're gone."
All of the friends laughed, while looking around. "Hey, didn't they say you're parents were in?" Harry asked.
"I thought they did." Cleo answered. "But I don't think they are here."
"They're not." Dumbledore's voice came from behind them. He was suddenly sitting in one of the plush armchairs in front of a now roaring fireplace. "Ah, I see you have acquired a friend, Miss Black."
Everyone looked back at the phoenix that was attached to Cleo's shoulder. "I can't seem to pry him off my shoulder." Cleo stated. "He seems to have taken a liking to me, for some reason."
"I'm not certain either." Dumbledore said. "Though I do have a few ideas. Fizzing Wizbee anyone?" he asked pulling a bag out of one of the many pockets in his robes. Curania and A'lira both opted for one but the others politely declined. Dumbledore gave Curania and A'lira a beaming smile before turning and looking curiously at Fawkes. "You're just plain weird, have I told you that lately?" he asked the bird. Fawkes just ignored him and nipped at Cleo's ear.
"He is starting to get on my nerves!" Cleo exclaimed.
"Um, where are our parents" Mêlée asked seriously.
"They are at the Ministry this morning. They had something they had to do. I'm not completely sure what for. Then they were going to head to Diagon Alley to pick up a few things." Dumbledore rambled.
"Oh," Mêlée acknowledged.
"Well, we just thought we'd stop by and see how they were doing." A'lira explained.
"Well, anyway. You all sure you don't want one." Once again offering the bag of Fizzing Wizbees to the group. Once again they declined. "I knew you'd be heading down here to see your parents. Since I knew they'd not be here. I decided to come down and tell you where they."
"Oh, thank you, professor." A'lira said cautiously.
Dumbledore turned to leave and was almost to the portrait opening when he turned around again to face them. "Oh, I almost forgot. Miss' Black, Professor Flitwick has been looking for you four. He has something important to talk to you about. I do hope it's about the Christmas decorations. It is about time to be putting those up. I do hope they are better this year than last year. Last year he put singing and dancing poinsettias on every Christmas tree." Dumbledore explained. "Anyway, you four should head to find him. The rest of you should begin studying for your N.E.W.T.s for I know most of you haven't even thought of that yet. Oh, look at the time. I have to rush and meet my dear friend Gandalf. He will be arriving soon. Good afternoon." There was a twinkle in his eye as he smiled and left.
"Dumbledore, still as odd as ever." Ron laughed.
"Who's Gandalf?" Curania asked.
"Probably another old wizard." Mêlée said passively.
"Well, we had better go find Professor Flitwick." Cleo suggested.
"I wonder why he wants to see you." Harry wondered aloud.
"Who knows, but Cleo's right, we need to go find out." Mêlée agreed. The girls said their goodbyes and left in search of the short and kindly professor, Fawkes still perched on Cleo's shoulder.
"Odd." Hermione said after the girls had left.
"What do you mean, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Things aren't seeming quite right." She explained. Ron and Harry continued giving her confused looks.
"Earlier this year, those weird attacks on very unlikable people, why did it seem as though the Black girls were doing it? Now they disappear nearly every weekend. No one knows where. They seem so on edge. Like the have a terrible secret that they are afraid to tell any one." Hermione went on. Ron and Harry were beginning to understand that something was wrong but what it was, they still had no clue.
"Do you know what it is, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"I've done some reading." Harry and Ron rolled their eyes. "And I think I may have found something very interesting."