Professor Dumbledore's office was huge. On the walls were paintings of previous Headmasters and Headmistresses. A Phoenix sat on a perch next to the desk. Cluttering the shelf space around the office were curios machines. One was emitting puffs of steam, and another was giving a curious click. And there, on the second floor, was Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore looked formidable. While he did not look mean, or angry, his eyes had lost their usual sparkle. "I see that you got my message. I have called you here, Ms. Morte, to expel you." I looked at Dumbledore, shocked.
James made his way through the corridors, trying to follow McGonagall and Angie. They were quickly gaining on him. Professor Potter stepped into his path. "I can' t let you follow them, son," He said, putting out a restraining hand.
"What's going on?" James asked. It had not looked good, the way the teachers had kept on looking at Angie in the Great Hall.
"I would suspect that Ms. Morte is on her way to be expelled." James looked at his father in horror.
"But why?" He asked.
"Ms. Morte is the daughter of Lord Voldemort. We have received news that she has been giving information to him about the strengths and weaknesses of the castle."
"Expelled? But why?" I asked Professor Dumbledore.
"You pose as a threat to this castle and those inside of it. You will leave tomorrow on the train." Dumbledore turned to one of his devices. It had started to smoke profusely. With a tap of his wand it was restored to normal.
"With your permission, Headmaster, I would like to explore the grounds, say good-bye to everything." Dumbledore nodded. I had tears in my eyes. I did not wish to leave Hogwarts like this. I turned toward the door. "Sir," I said, turning back to Dumbledore, "I am sorry you felt the need to expel me. Hogwarts is the only place that's felt remotely like home for a while." I turned and fled out the door, and ran toward the Slytherin common room.
I ran into Draco in the dungeons. "They've expelled me, Draco," I told him.
"That isn't good. Come; let's see if we can find some good in this."
"You…You…You…" James was too angry to speak. "How could you!" He said, whipping out his wand.
"It was for the protection of everyone! Especially you! You think I didn't notice how you two were becoming closer! She was born into evil and will remain that way!" Professor Potter drew his wand, preparing to defend against anything his son could come up with. What came out of his son's mouth surprised him.
"You don't even know her. You think it was her that gave the Dark Lord information on the castle. That was I. And now, you will pay for having done this to her." James raised his wand, letting all his hate flow into it. "Crucio!" He bellowed, and Professor Potter fell to the floor, writhing in agony.
"What!" I exclaimed. "It can't be!" I sat down, suddenly weak.
"It is," Draco said. "James is a Death Eater and you must become one, too." I turned, and saw Draco had drawn his wand.
"I will not1" I said, and scrambled from the sofa.
"Then we will have to hide you." Draco pointed his wand at me. "I can perform a simple charm that will cause you to change appearance." I nodded my head, pulling my wand in case he tried anything. "Pontana!" Draco said, and I could feel my face start to change. I wandered over to a mirror that was hung in the common room. My dark hair was now blonde. My eyes were hazel, and my nose was too long, and my face was too thin.
"It's perfect!" I told Draco. I looked like my exact opposite.
"Good. Now, in the Charms corridor you will find Harry Potter. You must help him."