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"regular speech"
~ telepathy/mindspeech ~
***Last Chapter***
They strode forward to the closed doors of the Great Hall, and, after ensuring their robes and auras were in order, repeated the gesture, entering onto a squabble of teens in the normal disarray of a dinner at Hogwarts, suddenly all fallen silent.
Chapter 3
****Normal POV****
The first thing the trio noticed when they entered the Great Hall, was the silence. Everyone had frozen what they were doing to see what strange newcomer(s) had just entered the school. While slightly unnerving, the trio had suffered under far more intimidating glances of suspicion and far more ominous silences. They had sensed the hall was full before they had entered, thus, despite their waning energy and strength they maintained their carefully constructed auras and shields. While the students posed little threat and the teacher's unlikely to attack outright, they did not know what type of situation they had entered into and their auras, when not tightly reigned could cause more harm than good on a crowd. They remained composed, outwardly impassive, and tightly focused, continuing to their ultimate goal – the Head Table.
A quick sweep of the hall did show one strange thing though. The tables were much longer and there were almost a third more students than there had been even when their Hogwarts had been at its peak, just before the war. This was the last thing they had a chance to register before they each got a clear view of who precisely was sitting at the Head Table.
There, were not just one, but seven faces dear to their hearts that they never thought to see again, and it took all of their combined self-control not to break formation, stride, or most difficult of all, control. But they had been trained well, and continue on they did, until they were standing a reasonably respectful distance away from the center figure at the table. As they started moving, the volume of noise in the Great Hall returned, although many were still watching them out of interest, but not fear – which was a good sign. By this point, on Dumbledore's signal most of the teachers had discreetly removed their wands from their robes and had them pointed at the three of them under the table while the other few simply looked on in curiosity.
The three of them exchanged a look full of humor for the irony of the situation, past all shock and just enjoying the reunion with their deceased loved ones. Too much had happened in their lives for anything to shock them long. Here they were, the saviors of the wizarding world and the, now, ex-keepers of the wards of Hogwarts, and the teachers thought them a big enough menace to have more than 10 wands trained on just the three of them. Of course they didn't know they were completely harmless, but even despite their battle robes, which were the only type of robes the three of them owned, and multiple weapons, which they never went without, they weren't that dangerous. Once rested they might have been able to take them all and win with one hell of a fight if Dumbledore stayed well away and Snape and Sirius took turns, but at that moment they could only have handled two or three before needing to run.
It was also strange that they would need Dumbledore's signal to do so, unless this...whenever/wherever was so far removed from war time suspicion was no longer an issue. Sure Snape and Sirius had had their wands pointed at the from the second the doors opened, but they were just like that and probably always had and would be.
~Well this is interesting~ (mione)
~Thank you Queen of all understatements~ (ron)
~Oh shush Ron, we have to figure out what to do next. I'm too tired to fight them off if they decide we're a threat and they don't look too far off from attacking~ (mione)
~Well I thought that would be obvious 'Mione. We have to talk to them. You know, open your mouth and form sounds.~ (ron)
~Why thank you ron, for the wonderful explanation. It's been so long after all since I've been around anyone worth speaking aloud to, I'd practically forgotten how. Do you...do you reckon its really them?~
~No Hermione, McGonnagal is really Voldy dear in drag and that would be Sirius's evil twin. I honestly doubt all seven of them and Hogwarts is a hallucination, but we might be dead. I have no idea.~ drawled ron
~Hmmm, shoulda tried the Voldy in drag idea when he was alive... or maybe not. That would be one scary chick and ooooo can you imagine him PMSing? Yikes!~ (harry)
~Tormenting him was fun - I think that is the only thing you didn't try, and your quite right about the PMS. Besides, I like him dead just fine. Ron quit the sarcasm, you can't tell me your not dying to talk to Charlie and tell if he's real, so be useful rather than just a pain. Your our tactics man, now what do we do?~ (mione)
~Like I said, Harry, you open your mouth and talk – you're the one that's most...composed. At the same time I'd suggest having 'Mione project at Dumbledore our intentions, but only him. I'm too knackered to try and figure out how each of them will react.~
~Alright Ron, but Harry, you should have Dumbledore adjourn us to his office – I think we're in for a long night~ 'Mione said with severe overtones of resignation. All of their voices resonated with exhaustion but they couldn't give in just yet
~Unfortunately. Okay. Here I go~ (harry)
After the mental conversation that took about 20 seconds, Harry refocused his full attention on Dumbledore, before addressing him wryly:
"Hello Headmaster, we have a few questions to ask you." opting for the less familiar and more cautious address, although it felt strange on his tongue.
Upon his words, Hermione began projecting and the Headmaster relaxed considerably in the eyes of one who knew him well, and the amused twinkle returned to his eyes with a vigour, "Hello. And who would you be?" Dumbledore replied with great interest and a warm, welcoming tone. All of the teachers looked at him with consternation, confused at his immediate change in attitude to such complete strangers and all the students strained in silence to hear the conversation.
~Well that was easy~
~Yes it was now shush so I don't sound like a blabbering idiot or as if I'm ordering Albus around. Somehow I don't think that would be appropriate. Now how to word this....oh well, I never did care sooooo much about propriety.~
Glancing around at all of the students Harry merely tilted his head and raised an eyebrow "I think it would be appropriate for us to adjourn to your office for a little chat, don't you?"
Dumbledore inclined his head the slightest bit and a great deal of twinkling signalling his agreement, and without waiting, the three turned their backs, though still guarded, and walked back to the doors.
~Merlin I missed that twinkle. And thank goodness for Dumbledore and his endless expanses of knowledge on obscure areas of magic, otherwise I don't think he would have been as easily convinced by my projection.~
~Hmmm. Maybe I should have invited some more people to our little gathering. After all, three strangers, armed to the teeth in battlerobes, meeting with Dumbledore alone in his office? Not likely. At least we can insure that they will be the ones we wish to talk to. ~ pondered Harry, slightly reluctant to be leaving his godfather without even having addressed him.
~Good idea, but not too many, or we'll have to constantly be worried about them attacking us if they don't believe our story~ (ron)
~I like it, and know just the two. I thought I was supposed to the brains of the group. Ah well, everyone's allowed a slip every once and a while. How the two of you can even think coherently with all of this is beyond me right now. Where was I? Oh yes~
Pausing just before they passed through the doors, Hermione glanced casually over her shoulder and called out, as if it was the afterthought that it was, "Oh, and bring Sirius and Charlie along would you? Thanks so much. See you in 10!"
Her message delivered, she followed Harry and Ron out of the Hall, the doors shutting gracefully behind, leaving several hundred stunned students and over 20 speechless and slightly appalled professors, two very curious and confused potential relatives and one delighted and intrigued headmaster.
After leaving the Great Hall, their feet followed the all too familiar path to Dumbledore's office, using secret passages known only to what they hoped was now 6 living beings, rather than just the three of them.
****Dumbledore's POV****
Something weird was happening at Hogwarts.
For the 30 minutes preceeding dinner and the past 15 during it, the wards had been buzzing excitedly in the back of his head, alerting him to several new presences in the school, but he couldn't quite pinpoint who they were or even if they were a threat or not. He had never experienced quite this sensation before, as if Hogwarts couldn't get a full read on them. However, it wasn't urgent enough that he was too worried. It was getting damn annoying though. 'Oh well, I'll just have to handle it when it comes to me, definitely moving too much to try and find right now.' He thought, turning his attention down the table, smiling as he heard Minerval going off on her daily tirade against the rule breakers of the school, mainly aimed at Professor Sirius Black, who had at one time been one of the worst troublemakers the school had ever seen, holding the joint record for most detentions ever with James Potter. Her current cause of distress lay in Aurora Potter, James 14 year old daughter, and a Gryffindor at that.
"She's brilliant, possibly even more so than Lily, and a better transfiguration student there hasn't been since you and James, but Sirius, really. Do you have to encourage her so? She'll never make her full potential if she's spending all her time setting up silly tricks and in detention! I'm not sure we can take another year of the weasleys and potters at Hogwarts if this one turns out more eventful than the last as it already seems to be!"
Well that certainly would make this year a lot of fun, but many more headaches too...
"Silly tricks? Her and the Weasley twins would have almost been a match for us marauders! Silly tricks – what a disgrace!"
"A disgrace indeed with he lack of application in certain areas, I mean look at..." but at that moment she cut off abruptly, or Dumbledore simply failed to hear her for his attention was taken away to a much more pressing matter.
That infernal buzzing had not only doubled, but Hogwarts had finally pinpointed exactly where it was coming from, and that where was just outside the doors to the Great Hall, which were now opening due to a surge of magic, much to his dismay.
The whole Hall had come to a halt as the door revealed a two young men on either side of a young woman, all in their late teens. That was where their normalcy ended though. As they began to approach and came into better view, he evaluated each carefully. The three were dressed in battle robes, of the like that hadn't been needed by the average, or even less average wizard outside of dueling tournaments since the fall of Voldemort 17 years ago. They were long with a high neck, but fastened only to the waist, fitting like a second skin, where they split to provide extra movement in the legs, which were covered in breeches. The sleeves were loose enough to conceal a number of weapons but not enough to get in the way. They shimmered with power and the concealing properties these robes obviously had on them. Most wizards found such robes difficult to accustom oneself to and rather uncomfortable. However, these three youngsters wore them with the ease of long wear and practice, just as they did the many weapons he could visually see and those he subsequently assumed were concealed.
The robes were the least of Dumbledore's concerns at the moment though. It was their auras and mannerisms that both intrigued and worried him most. Hogwarts, as of yet, was still unable to read their intentions. Surrounding them each was a wave of highly controlled and concentrated power, that must have been created with finesse that normally takes years of practice, but as he had already noticed, the three were anything but normal. They all had shields formed around their person in addition to their robes, but purely defensive ones.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Snape and Black both remove their wands from their robes and cautiously take aim so should the three begin an attack at least two would be down within seconds. He nodded his approval and gave the order for the rest of his staff to do the same – Dumbledore may be very forgiving and optimistic, but he was no fool and was not willing to risk his children's safety over mere curiosity and oversight. Out of the corner of his mouth he whispered- "Minerva, please have Filius, Charlie, (Sprout), (Vector), Hagrid, and anyone else you think has the nerves not to attack until and overt threat is made train their wands on our three new guests until I can ascertain their intentions." Slightly flustered, but still in full control, she complied inconspicuously.
Dumbledore then returned to studying the three who were nearing the head table. As each of them came into what he determined would be the distance needed to determine a definite identity, he was once again puzzled and impressed as, without faltering, a wave of deep emotion passed through each of their eyes before leaving them once again, totally emotionless. It was rare to find one person with such great control as to conceal the level of emotion he had glimpsed there, but three and so young? Quite interesting indeed, but rather disturbing too. If they proved to be a danger such emotional discipline spoke greatly for what their battle skills must be.
'Well, I suppose I will just have to wait and see won't I' he scolded himself.
His inner child contested 'but I don't like to wait'
'Well do you have a better idea?'
His inner debate got no farther though, as the three came to a halt just in front of his chair, a respectful distance away. He tensed slightly and acknowledged their presence with a curious look, but one full of seriousness and authority.
Strangely enough, despite all the signs as to an imminent fight, Hogwarts still hadn't sounded its alarm, and the buzzing had actually stopped once he acknowledged the presence of the three. So he wasn't too surprised when the black-haired boy with an unusual lighting bolt scar on his forehead spoke up instead of attacking.
"Hello headmaster, we have a few questions to ask you." He said.
The sentence itself was simple enough and very respectfully, if not carefully worded. However, what did almost rock him back into his seat was the wave of emotions and mood images he received from the girl, and Hogwarts's accompanying response. The moment the boy had begun speaking, she had started to project feelings of trust, respect, comfort, safety, and curiosity at him, indicating their true intents. A functioning empath! They were almost as rare as true seers. More people had the gift, but it was mostly latent and never awakened. Well, at least he knew they posed no threat now, as the emotions were clearly her own, and while she could manipulate others' emotions, a true projection such as this could not be faked. All of tension drained from Dumbledore's body with relief and was replaced with warmth and welcome to answer the strange girl's sentiments. He was now more intrigued than ever as to who these three were.
Ignoring the disbelieving looks he received from McGonnagal who had sensed his change in attitude, I mean really, after 53 years of working together you'd think she'd trust me more, he replied with interest.
"Hello, and who would you be?"
The boy's eyes glinted slightly with a subtle power he couldn't identify before he looked around at their very large and loud audience of straining ears and showed the first overt emotion since he arrived of slight amusement before cocking his eyebrow and wryly replying "I think it would be appropriate for us to adjourn to your office for a little chat, don't you?"
Dumbledore had the distinct feeling that most of this was an act and he was missing something really big, but he couldn't figure it out and decided the best way of doing so would be to acquiesce to the boy's request, which he would have suggested in due time anyway, so he merely inclined his head letting his mutual amusement at his fellow professors' reactions show.
With that the three turned calculatedly and glided out of the room again, once again ignoring the students in entirety, except for their potential as a threat, which Dumbledore was interested to see they evaluated with constantly questing tendrils of finely woven power that radiated in all directions, answering his subconscious question as to how the three, so cautious and wary in all of their other actions had felt comfortable enough turning their backs on over 10 drawn wands.
Just as they were about to leave the hall, the girl called over her shoulder "Oh, and bring Sirius and Charlie along would you? Thanks so much. See you in 10!" And with that they left the Hall, the doors closing as if they had never been opened in the first place.
"Well that was delightful wasn't it. Shall we gentlemen?" Dumbledore said with a twinkle and small smile turning to the very shocked men on his right who had been named.
In all his years he had never seen Sirius Black struck speechless before. Yes...this year was going to turn out to be very eventful indeed.
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Thanks for the encouragement Romm and pointing out the lack of dialogue. I must admit that's definitely a weak point from me, but I'll try my best. Hopefully this chapter was more well rounded
I know it seems a bit ridiculous, them all taking things so calmly, but they're not as you'll soon see and the next chapter is mainly dialogue and development between Sirius, ron, mione, harry, Dumbledore and Charlie with some history that has yet 2 be uncovered.
Hope you liked it and the next one should be out in 2 or 3 more days.
ne suggestions are welcome and explanations and tweaky things will be fixed/helped in next chapters so wait for it first before nitpicking.
Plz review n thnx 2 all who did that I haven't yet seen
"regular speech"
~ telepathy/mindspeech ~
***Last Chapter***
They strode forward to the closed doors of the Great Hall, and, after ensuring their robes and auras were in order, repeated the gesture, entering onto a squabble of teens in the normal disarray of a dinner at Hogwarts, suddenly all fallen silent.
Chapter 3
****Normal POV****
The first thing the trio noticed when they entered the Great Hall, was the silence. Everyone had frozen what they were doing to see what strange newcomer(s) had just entered the school. While slightly unnerving, the trio had suffered under far more intimidating glances of suspicion and far more ominous silences. They had sensed the hall was full before they had entered, thus, despite their waning energy and strength they maintained their carefully constructed auras and shields. While the students posed little threat and the teacher's unlikely to attack outright, they did not know what type of situation they had entered into and their auras, when not tightly reigned could cause more harm than good on a crowd. They remained composed, outwardly impassive, and tightly focused, continuing to their ultimate goal – the Head Table.
A quick sweep of the hall did show one strange thing though. The tables were much longer and there were almost a third more students than there had been even when their Hogwarts had been at its peak, just before the war. This was the last thing they had a chance to register before they each got a clear view of who precisely was sitting at the Head Table.
There, were not just one, but seven faces dear to their hearts that they never thought to see again, and it took all of their combined self-control not to break formation, stride, or most difficult of all, control. But they had been trained well, and continue on they did, until they were standing a reasonably respectful distance away from the center figure at the table. As they started moving, the volume of noise in the Great Hall returned, although many were still watching them out of interest, but not fear – which was a good sign. By this point, on Dumbledore's signal most of the teachers had discreetly removed their wands from their robes and had them pointed at the three of them under the table while the other few simply looked on in curiosity.
The three of them exchanged a look full of humor for the irony of the situation, past all shock and just enjoying the reunion with their deceased loved ones. Too much had happened in their lives for anything to shock them long. Here they were, the saviors of the wizarding world and the, now, ex-keepers of the wards of Hogwarts, and the teachers thought them a big enough menace to have more than 10 wands trained on just the three of them. Of course they didn't know they were completely harmless, but even despite their battle robes, which were the only type of robes the three of them owned, and multiple weapons, which they never went without, they weren't that dangerous. Once rested they might have been able to take them all and win with one hell of a fight if Dumbledore stayed well away and Snape and Sirius took turns, but at that moment they could only have handled two or three before needing to run.
It was also strange that they would need Dumbledore's signal to do so, unless this...whenever/wherever was so far removed from war time suspicion was no longer an issue. Sure Snape and Sirius had had their wands pointed at the from the second the doors opened, but they were just like that and probably always had and would be.
~Well this is interesting~ (mione)
~Thank you Queen of all understatements~ (ron)
~Oh shush Ron, we have to figure out what to do next. I'm too tired to fight them off if they decide we're a threat and they don't look too far off from attacking~ (mione)
~Well I thought that would be obvious 'Mione. We have to talk to them. You know, open your mouth and form sounds.~ (ron)
~Why thank you ron, for the wonderful explanation. It's been so long after all since I've been around anyone worth speaking aloud to, I'd practically forgotten how. Do you...do you reckon its really them?~
~No Hermione, McGonnagal is really Voldy dear in drag and that would be Sirius's evil twin. I honestly doubt all seven of them and Hogwarts is a hallucination, but we might be dead. I have no idea.~ drawled ron
~Hmmm, shoulda tried the Voldy in drag idea when he was alive... or maybe not. That would be one scary chick and ooooo can you imagine him PMSing? Yikes!~ (harry)
~Tormenting him was fun - I think that is the only thing you didn't try, and your quite right about the PMS. Besides, I like him dead just fine. Ron quit the sarcasm, you can't tell me your not dying to talk to Charlie and tell if he's real, so be useful rather than just a pain. Your our tactics man, now what do we do?~ (mione)
~Like I said, Harry, you open your mouth and talk – you're the one that's most...composed. At the same time I'd suggest having 'Mione project at Dumbledore our intentions, but only him. I'm too knackered to try and figure out how each of them will react.~
~Alright Ron, but Harry, you should have Dumbledore adjourn us to his office – I think we're in for a long night~ 'Mione said with severe overtones of resignation. All of their voices resonated with exhaustion but they couldn't give in just yet
~Unfortunately. Okay. Here I go~ (harry)
After the mental conversation that took about 20 seconds, Harry refocused his full attention on Dumbledore, before addressing him wryly:
"Hello Headmaster, we have a few questions to ask you." opting for the less familiar and more cautious address, although it felt strange on his tongue.
Upon his words, Hermione began projecting and the Headmaster relaxed considerably in the eyes of one who knew him well, and the amused twinkle returned to his eyes with a vigour, "Hello. And who would you be?" Dumbledore replied with great interest and a warm, welcoming tone. All of the teachers looked at him with consternation, confused at his immediate change in attitude to such complete strangers and all the students strained in silence to hear the conversation.
~Well that was easy~
~Yes it was now shush so I don't sound like a blabbering idiot or as if I'm ordering Albus around. Somehow I don't think that would be appropriate. Now how to word this....oh well, I never did care sooooo much about propriety.~
Glancing around at all of the students Harry merely tilted his head and raised an eyebrow "I think it would be appropriate for us to adjourn to your office for a little chat, don't you?"
Dumbledore inclined his head the slightest bit and a great deal of twinkling signalling his agreement, and without waiting, the three turned their backs, though still guarded, and walked back to the doors.
~Merlin I missed that twinkle. And thank goodness for Dumbledore and his endless expanses of knowledge on obscure areas of magic, otherwise I don't think he would have been as easily convinced by my projection.~
~Hmmm. Maybe I should have invited some more people to our little gathering. After all, three strangers, armed to the teeth in battlerobes, meeting with Dumbledore alone in his office? Not likely. At least we can insure that they will be the ones we wish to talk to. ~ pondered Harry, slightly reluctant to be leaving his godfather without even having addressed him.
~Good idea, but not too many, or we'll have to constantly be worried about them attacking us if they don't believe our story~ (ron)
~I like it, and know just the two. I thought I was supposed to the brains of the group. Ah well, everyone's allowed a slip every once and a while. How the two of you can even think coherently with all of this is beyond me right now. Where was I? Oh yes~
Pausing just before they passed through the doors, Hermione glanced casually over her shoulder and called out, as if it was the afterthought that it was, "Oh, and bring Sirius and Charlie along would you? Thanks so much. See you in 10!"
Her message delivered, she followed Harry and Ron out of the Hall, the doors shutting gracefully behind, leaving several hundred stunned students and over 20 speechless and slightly appalled professors, two very curious and confused potential relatives and one delighted and intrigued headmaster.
After leaving the Great Hall, their feet followed the all too familiar path to Dumbledore's office, using secret passages known only to what they hoped was now 6 living beings, rather than just the three of them.
****Dumbledore's POV****
Something weird was happening at Hogwarts.
For the 30 minutes preceeding dinner and the past 15 during it, the wards had been buzzing excitedly in the back of his head, alerting him to several new presences in the school, but he couldn't quite pinpoint who they were or even if they were a threat or not. He had never experienced quite this sensation before, as if Hogwarts couldn't get a full read on them. However, it wasn't urgent enough that he was too worried. It was getting damn annoying though. 'Oh well, I'll just have to handle it when it comes to me, definitely moving too much to try and find right now.' He thought, turning his attention down the table, smiling as he heard Minerval going off on her daily tirade against the rule breakers of the school, mainly aimed at Professor Sirius Black, who had at one time been one of the worst troublemakers the school had ever seen, holding the joint record for most detentions ever with James Potter. Her current cause of distress lay in Aurora Potter, James 14 year old daughter, and a Gryffindor at that.
"She's brilliant, possibly even more so than Lily, and a better transfiguration student there hasn't been since you and James, but Sirius, really. Do you have to encourage her so? She'll never make her full potential if she's spending all her time setting up silly tricks and in detention! I'm not sure we can take another year of the weasleys and potters at Hogwarts if this one turns out more eventful than the last as it already seems to be!"
Well that certainly would make this year a lot of fun, but many more headaches too...
"Silly tricks? Her and the Weasley twins would have almost been a match for us marauders! Silly tricks – what a disgrace!"
"A disgrace indeed with he lack of application in certain areas, I mean look at..." but at that moment she cut off abruptly, or Dumbledore simply failed to hear her for his attention was taken away to a much more pressing matter.
That infernal buzzing had not only doubled, but Hogwarts had finally pinpointed exactly where it was coming from, and that where was just outside the doors to the Great Hall, which were now opening due to a surge of magic, much to his dismay.
The whole Hall had come to a halt as the door revealed a two young men on either side of a young woman, all in their late teens. That was where their normalcy ended though. As they began to approach and came into better view, he evaluated each carefully. The three were dressed in battle robes, of the like that hadn't been needed by the average, or even less average wizard outside of dueling tournaments since the fall of Voldemort 17 years ago. They were long with a high neck, but fastened only to the waist, fitting like a second skin, where they split to provide extra movement in the legs, which were covered in breeches. The sleeves were loose enough to conceal a number of weapons but not enough to get in the way. They shimmered with power and the concealing properties these robes obviously had on them. Most wizards found such robes difficult to accustom oneself to and rather uncomfortable. However, these three youngsters wore them with the ease of long wear and practice, just as they did the many weapons he could visually see and those he subsequently assumed were concealed.
The robes were the least of Dumbledore's concerns at the moment though. It was their auras and mannerisms that both intrigued and worried him most. Hogwarts, as of yet, was still unable to read their intentions. Surrounding them each was a wave of highly controlled and concentrated power, that must have been created with finesse that normally takes years of practice, but as he had already noticed, the three were anything but normal. They all had shields formed around their person in addition to their robes, but purely defensive ones.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Snape and Black both remove their wands from their robes and cautiously take aim so should the three begin an attack at least two would be down within seconds. He nodded his approval and gave the order for the rest of his staff to do the same – Dumbledore may be very forgiving and optimistic, but he was no fool and was not willing to risk his children's safety over mere curiosity and oversight. Out of the corner of his mouth he whispered- "Minerva, please have Filius, Charlie, (Sprout), (Vector), Hagrid, and anyone else you think has the nerves not to attack until and overt threat is made train their wands on our three new guests until I can ascertain their intentions." Slightly flustered, but still in full control, she complied inconspicuously.
Dumbledore then returned to studying the three who were nearing the head table. As each of them came into what he determined would be the distance needed to determine a definite identity, he was once again puzzled and impressed as, without faltering, a wave of deep emotion passed through each of their eyes before leaving them once again, totally emotionless. It was rare to find one person with such great control as to conceal the level of emotion he had glimpsed there, but three and so young? Quite interesting indeed, but rather disturbing too. If they proved to be a danger such emotional discipline spoke greatly for what their battle skills must be.
'Well, I suppose I will just have to wait and see won't I' he scolded himself.
His inner child contested 'but I don't like to wait'
'Well do you have a better idea?'
His inner debate got no farther though, as the three came to a halt just in front of his chair, a respectful distance away. He tensed slightly and acknowledged their presence with a curious look, but one full of seriousness and authority.
Strangely enough, despite all the signs as to an imminent fight, Hogwarts still hadn't sounded its alarm, and the buzzing had actually stopped once he acknowledged the presence of the three. So he wasn't too surprised when the black-haired boy with an unusual lighting bolt scar on his forehead spoke up instead of attacking.
"Hello headmaster, we have a few questions to ask you." He said.
The sentence itself was simple enough and very respectfully, if not carefully worded. However, what did almost rock him back into his seat was the wave of emotions and mood images he received from the girl, and Hogwarts's accompanying response. The moment the boy had begun speaking, she had started to project feelings of trust, respect, comfort, safety, and curiosity at him, indicating their true intents. A functioning empath! They were almost as rare as true seers. More people had the gift, but it was mostly latent and never awakened. Well, at least he knew they posed no threat now, as the emotions were clearly her own, and while she could manipulate others' emotions, a true projection such as this could not be faked. All of tension drained from Dumbledore's body with relief and was replaced with warmth and welcome to answer the strange girl's sentiments. He was now more intrigued than ever as to who these three were.
Ignoring the disbelieving looks he received from McGonnagal who had sensed his change in attitude, I mean really, after 53 years of working together you'd think she'd trust me more, he replied with interest.
"Hello, and who would you be?"
The boy's eyes glinted slightly with a subtle power he couldn't identify before he looked around at their very large and loud audience of straining ears and showed the first overt emotion since he arrived of slight amusement before cocking his eyebrow and wryly replying "I think it would be appropriate for us to adjourn to your office for a little chat, don't you?"
Dumbledore had the distinct feeling that most of this was an act and he was missing something really big, but he couldn't figure it out and decided the best way of doing so would be to acquiesce to the boy's request, which he would have suggested in due time anyway, so he merely inclined his head letting his mutual amusement at his fellow professors' reactions show.
With that the three turned calculatedly and glided out of the room again, once again ignoring the students in entirety, except for their potential as a threat, which Dumbledore was interested to see they evaluated with constantly questing tendrils of finely woven power that radiated in all directions, answering his subconscious question as to how the three, so cautious and wary in all of their other actions had felt comfortable enough turning their backs on over 10 drawn wands.
Just as they were about to leave the hall, the girl called over her shoulder "Oh, and bring Sirius and Charlie along would you? Thanks so much. See you in 10!" And with that they left the Hall, the doors closing as if they had never been opened in the first place.
"Well that was delightful wasn't it. Shall we gentlemen?" Dumbledore said with a twinkle and small smile turning to the very shocked men on his right who had been named.
In all his years he had never seen Sirius Black struck speechless before. Yes...this year was going to turn out to be very eventful indeed.
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Thanks for the encouragement Romm and pointing out the lack of dialogue. I must admit that's definitely a weak point from me, but I'll try my best. Hopefully this chapter was more well rounded
I know it seems a bit ridiculous, them all taking things so calmly, but they're not as you'll soon see and the next chapter is mainly dialogue and development between Sirius, ron, mione, harry, Dumbledore and Charlie with some history that has yet 2 be uncovered.
Hope you liked it and the next one should be out in 2 or 3 more days.
ne suggestions are welcome and explanations and tweaky things will be fixed/helped in next chapters so wait for it first before nitpicking.
Plz review n thnx 2 all who did that I haven't yet seen
