Chapter Two

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat in his office, hours after the end of the year feast. An old worn yearbook lay open across his desk. His eyes stared at the pictures lost in memory turning to pages revealing more past activities. Most of his school friends had long since died and he always wondered what made him hang on so long to life. Then he came to the last page. A girl of just eleven stood in Hogwarts robes. The color had faded from the picture, but Albus remembered how her dark brown hair flowed in waves down to mid back and sparkling forest green eyes smiled at him. She waved at him and winked.

She was a Hogwarts mystery. Melanthia Hanson the smartest girl that Hogwarts has ever housed. She managed to become a 7th year at the beginning of her first year, and then disappeared before Christmas. The Ravenclaw Tower collapsed in an explosion on the school the same day. Many believed she was killed in the explosion but her body was never found.

The explosion had killed many first and second years that weren't at the Beginning of Term dance. No one knew how it happened. The rest of the castle had suffered damage as well and the school had been closed for a month to do repairs.

Someone knocked on his door bringing him back to the present.

"Come in." he called.

The door swung open and a large form came in. The half giant, Hagrid, stood before him ringing his hat his face filled with worry.

"What is it Hagrid?" he said standing up.

"Sir…uh. I'm not sure 'ow to say this, but eh. Sir there was a girl out 'n the forest."

"Was it a student?"

"I'm not sure. I can't find her. I startled 'er sir and she disappeared."

"Did you see what she looked like?"

"Well sir. It's dark 'n t'ere. But she 'ad." Hagrid noticed the picture on the desk and his eyes widened.

"Sir, that's 'er sir. A bit older then that, but thas 'er."

Dumbledore sat up strait and closed the book with a little more energy then he should have.

"Thank you Hagrid. Please, keep an eye open for her and tell me again if she appears."

"'Er..yes sir. Sir, if I may, 'ho is she?"

"A very old, "he paused searching for a word, "friend."

A young woman cursed profusely as she entered a room with walls made of swirling clouds. Her brown hair suddenly found itself in a ponytail with and angry wave of her hand and her clothes disappeared and reappeared as the typical modern Muggle jeans and a sweater.

Her green eyes glittered in anger and she barely contained a growl of frustration.

The gamekeeper had seen her, she was sure of it. He probably went and told the Headmaster and they would be on the look out for. She snorted; probably think I'm a student.

Then she grinned, well let's not disappoint them.

The grin turned into a frown again before a figure appeared in her room. He had cold black eyes and long black beard laced with silver. In his hand he held a long crooked staff. He towered over her, but she was only 5 foot 4 and most people would tower over her.

"Where were you?" he demanded.

"You're all seeing, why don't you tell me?" She retorted insolently.

"You're disrespect is quite an annoyance." He said with a frown.

"You're annoyance is flattering." She retorted turning away from him and opening a book at her desk as she headed towards it.

"You will not leave again. I have not deemed you strong enough."

The clouds on the walls turned to a stormy gray and lighting flashed.

"It's been a hundred and thirty nine years! When would you deem me strong enough? After he's dead and that demonic whoreson rules the world?" she demanded rounding on him.

"It is not up to you to decide. I am the master here. You can barely control your temper. You still defie me like a teenager!"

She cut in, "How else am I supposed to. You keep me locked here like I'm some disobedient pet. One Hundred and thirty nine years. I've been studing under you. How am I supposed to get any better if I'm never tried in a real situation? One that I will live or die, not wake up in a couple years and train all over again?"

"You will not leave, you will remain out of their lives." He said angrily, his dark eyes flashing with annoyance, then turned and left.

A growl of frustration emitted from the girl and she whirled back around and flopped down on a bed that suddenly replaced the desk. She stared up at the canopy until her eyes became to heavy and she fell into a fitful sleep.

This chapter has been edited by Frolay.