Hey people, um I actually changed the fifth chapter of I'm Where? Because I wanted to and I forgot that Laurel didn't want her chars buggered with. So Ashe is staying in the harry potter verse. Um its now officially AU. SPOILER! ALERT. For Half blood prince. Half blood prince never happened. Harry potter defeated the dark lord from the horcrouxes and destroying them all but Dumbledore didn't die. Malfoy was neutral and Snape didn't kill the headmaster.

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On with the show.

Still where I don't want to be.

My hand hurts. That is the first thought that comes into my head as awareness comes slowly back. I am lying on the floor of the school and not in the blasted infirmary which I suppose is a good thing. Why does my hand hurt? Well it could be because I am lying on it yea. Sitting up I look around. Still in the school corridor where I blacked out. I guess it hasn't been very long cause no one has found me yet and the ghosts float every where in this castle. I should be glad that peeves hadn't found me. Well thank you for the little blessings.

My legs slightly tremble as I stand and sway. Whoa that's not good. Might want to get out of the middle of the freaking hallway Ashe, someone might see you. And I don't think I want to be seen at the moment. Where can I go that I won't be found? Huh any class room I guess or the room of requirement. I start walking trying to figure out where I blindly stalked off to in my fit of rage after attacking a teacher. After fifteen minutes of wondering around aimlessly I finally realize that I am completely lost. Bloody hell. I am just about to scream for help when I smell ...Lemon? I turn around and see Dumbledore.

"Hello, isn't it a nice day for a walk?" I ask politely. Dumbledore is standing in a doorway right beside me, dressed in a violent green dress robe and not matching purple hat. His eyes are damn near sparking they are twinkling so.

"Hmm quite child. I don't believe we have been properly introduced my name is Albus Dumbledore the headmaster here at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. May I inquire as to your name?"

"Ashley Rave Neverwinter, at your service. Pleased to meet you. I believe that I met some of your teachers already in Diagon alley before the attack."

"Oh Miss Neverwinter, I was under the impression that you were supposed to still be in the infirmary, under the care of Madam Pomphrey, it is rare that she would let you out so soon after attendance. Lemon Drop?" He holds out a pouch and offers me one.

Oh a lemon drop I wonder if all those fanfictions are right and they have mild cheering charms on them? I get to see, nifty! "Don't mind if I do, thank you." Taking one from the pouch in his hand I pop it into my mouth, making a slightly sour face as the taste hits me. Feeling strangely cheery all of a sudden I know that they are actually spelled. Score one for the manipulative Dumbledore. Naughty boy, I bet those aren't regulated. He looked slightly surprised that I had taken one, maybe he did want to keep them all to his self and was just being polite in offering thinking that I wouldn't take one. Oh well too bad. It's nice that I can still surprise him though.

"Those are good, you have to tell me where you get your supply." Dumbledore blinks and stuffs the pouch back into his robes. Eyes twinkling again. He smiles at me.

"Unfortunately it is a family secret." I stifle the urge to giggle as he turns and heads toward ...a gargoyle statue? Wait a minute, I would have noticed that. I am sure I would have noticed that.

"If we could continue this discussion in my office?" He tilts his head toward the gargoyle and the gargoyle shifts and revolves into a staircase going up. Speechless I nod and follow him up more stairs.

His office is exactly as described in the books. Large, circular and full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and head mistresses. There was also an enormous claw footed desk, and sitting on a shelf behind it was the sorting hat. Fawkes was napping in the corner on his perch. Oh pretty bird.

"Is that a phoenix?" I ask already knowing the answer and approach the magical being with awe. He opens one heavy lidded eye and watches me before closing it again. I reach out and stroke the top of his head, marveling at the soft warmth of the feathers. Oh wow, I always wanted to see a phoenix and never imagined I would get to touch one. He's gorgeous.

The phoenix croons and stretches before nudging my hand, trying to get me to scratch harder. I giggle and smile. He reminds me of my pet Summer at home, always wanting attention. The phoenix is beautiful full of vibrant colors, his body is crimson and tail is gold, with expressive black eyes.

"His name is Fawkes and he will become terribly spoiled if you continue to pet him." The phoenix croons again and getting the point I pet him one more time before turning toward the Headmaster.

"Sir, what did you want to talk about?" I question hoping that I wasn't going to be thrown out of the school for attacking a teacher, even one so hated as Snape.

"Ah I digress, your schooling and living situations. We were unable to get a hold of your parents I are sorry to say as there were no Neverwinters registered in the Canadian ministry of magic. Now there aren't any Neverwinters staying at the Leaky Cauldron nor any other hotel establishments that we have checked besides your own residence. Tom has been kind enough to let me know that you arranged for your own place to stay and he has not seen any parental nor guardians for yourself. Which I am sorry to say is not legal. The ministry of magic child and family services were notified and they have given us permission to house you until proper accommodations have been made. Christmas holidays some students stay here, so that will not be a problem and as school term starts in a few days staying here till then is not inappropriate. Did you have any parents or relatives that you could let us know about so you could stay there?"

I shake my head mutely. I was hoping that they would have just ignored the little parental problem. Ok so it was a vain hope but still it would have been cool, though it's not like I had curfew before anyway. "No sir, my parents are not..." I pause thinking how to word this or if it is easier to just lie and say that they are dead. Deciding on the easier route. "I have no guardians, relatives nor parents as they have all passed away, it was only a few months ago and I do not want to talk about it anymore." My eyes fill up with fake tears, looking for sympathy. Ok so I can be slightly manipulative, it's not a bad thing.

"Well luckily for you Hogwarts has a relief fund for those unfortunate circumstances. Any supplies that you have bought will be reimbursed and any other supplies will be provided for. Did you need to buy any more supplies from diagon alley?"

Thinking I start to shake my head. Then stop as something occurs to me. "Oh I don't have a familiar, that was one of my last stops before going to have supper. Every thing else I have. I had spent about fifty galleons on all my wizarding supplies. Some of it isn't crucial for school though. I think that's it." The headmaster nods.

"You will have to be escorted to diagon alley with one of the teachers. Not Snape not Snape... Please not Snape! That was the mantra that was repeating in my head.

"Professor Lupin fortunately needs to return to Diagon Alley to pick up some teaching supplies that was interrupted. You will accompany him tomorrow say about nine am? I will write a letter to the magical menangerie and the owl emporium for you to charge the cost of your familiar to your account. Supper is in fifteen minutes. It's usually at seven. Breakfasts at seven thirty and lunch is at twelve. You have during the year an hour for meals. Well let's get to dinner shall we?"

Finis.