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A/N: I know this chapter, chapter two and even chapter one has flaws in it, but I will fix those grammar bugs later, right now I will stop the madness I caused with that cliffhanger. Also this has a spoiler for the 6th book. You may want to wait to read the rest of this story until you have read the half-blood prince.

Chapter 3: Hogwarts for the Magically Impaired.

As Professor Wilhorn dragged me through the halls and up the stairs to show me off I was so scared. I just knew I would be caught. I didn't want a memory charm those are horrible things! So all my flying off my mouth got me into a whole bunch of trouble. From now on I was going to keep quite. We reached a stone gargoyle and I realized that this was how Harry always got up too. I wanted to ask questions, but then I remembered my vow to myself to shut up! So I kept quite.

"Custard tarts." Said Wilhorn

Before my very eyes I saw the gargoyle lift and a staircase emerge. I was urged on to it by Wilhorn and we were rising with the steps. No sooner had I freed my self from Wilhorn's grasp did I marvel at the brilliance of the room I now entered. Magnificent gold and scarlet silks and furs draped the room, shiny objects of a odd nature dazzled my eyes, pictures moved about in their frames, and at the end of this magnificent room were very large doors made of the most beautiful mahogany wood I have even seen carved in beautiful detail to resemble dragons, and lions with wings. I kept marveling at this breathtaking room as Wilhorn pushed me closer and closer to the mahogany doors. When at last we were there Wilhorn rapped three times vigorously on the door.

"Enter" said a voice.

The doors opened as if some invisible person were standing behind them. I gazed into the next room which appeared to be an office of some type and couldn't believe my eyes. Standing there dressed in robes of brilliantly soft blue stood the man that had been described to me numerous times in the books, Albus Dumbledore. It was awhile before I realized why I was even there all I could do was bask in the brilliance of my surroundings and company. I remembered all the things I read about him and then I remembered all too suddenly what I last read.

"Your supposed to be dead" I said, damn it why can't I shut up?

"Ah" said he, "but you have only read the books I see. I understand you are a squib?"

"Yes" I said sheepishly. I felt somehow he knew I was lying.

"Byron, you may leave. I'm sure you have a class full of confused students waiting for your return."

I wanted to leave with Byron Wilhorn that moment and figure out how to somehow magically rewind what has happened to me, but I could not and I was left with an uncomfortable silence and a man whom I had only ever read about staring straight at me with blue eyes through his half-moon spectacles. I wondered if I should say something the silence was getting to me, but as soon as I opened my mouth words came out of his.

"You're not a squib really are you?"

"No. No I am not" I said almost ashamed.

"Tell me this tale of how you got here." He said inquisitively.

I didn't want to relive this ordeal. So much had happened. I wanted to communicate with my family, my friends. For some reason, however; all I could do was tell him and answer his questions. I hoped that in the end he would answer some of mine before the inevitable tampering with my brain. When I finished he spoke softly and kindly as if I were his grandchild.

"My dear, you must be so scared. And worried about your family?"

It was as if he read my mind. "Yes" I answered.

"I will have owls sent directly to your aunt, and your parents assuring them of your safety."

"Okay" I said "Thank you, but I have to ask will I be getting a memory charm?"

"Now why would we do that?"

"I know about your world."

"No Samantha, you will not go through that too. Infact I have an offer for you. How would you like to be a part of an experiment I have been putting on? I assure you, you will be perfectly safe. I am trying to prove that greatness has more to do with choices than ability. You chose to try your best at that potion and did a wonderful job though you are of no magical descent. What do you say?"

"I guess so, but won't I be treated differently here, everyone thinks I am a squib."

"I will tell them that you were mistakenly labeled as such."

"What about my house, supplies, I have no money"

"That will all be taken care of. As for your house you will be sorted just like everyone else. Please have a seat."

I sat down and couldn't help but be full of nerves. Dumbledore returned with a black cone shaped hat with stitches on it resembling a face. He placed it upon my head. Then within my head I heard a voice.

"Ha! No magic in this blood I can sense,

but other things for you do recompense,

good at potions I can see,

but full of bravery you could be.

I see your heart is brave and true,

but you could be good in hufflepuff too.

I think it better be HUFFLEPUFF"

Dumbledore swooped up the hat and places it back from whence it came.

"I believe you have made a friend in Hufflepuff? Miss Lovegood? She will be pleased."

"Yes"

"Well if you go to the dormitory you will find everything is in order, the password is dragon-blood."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes?"

"I have some questions"

"I know. Another time perhaps."

And with out arguing I left his office and headed dumbly lost in the direction of the hufflepuff common room.

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