Everything Burns Chapter 3
Draco put out the fire then left in search of Dumbledore. He got to the statue and said, "Earwax flavored jelly beans." With that the statue was set into motion and he quickly ran up the stairs and into his office without even knocking. He went straight up to Dumbledore's desk and looked him in the eye, "She is." he said simply.
Dumbledore simply smiled and asked him to take a seat. Draco finally noticed that everyone else was already there, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zambini, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and that Johnny Kirkland from Hufflepuff. Dumbledore looked at everyone in the room before standing and striding around the desk. "Welcome back everyone. Did you all have a safe and accident free week?" he asked everyone, looking pointedly at Neville. They all nodded in compliance.
"Okay everyone, you are probably wondering what that was about. We found another one of us. She's a pyro like you Blaise." Dumbledore announced. "I had my suspicions before, but when she caught Mr. Malfoy's pants on fire it was confirmed."
"So, who is this fiery little soul?" asked Blaise slyly.
"I can't tell you that. The only way to find out is if she agrees to come to these meetings when Mr. Malfoy here asks her." Dumbledore said, looking at Draco, a certain sparkle in his eye.
"Wha-" Draco began to ask until Dumbledore cut in.
"I think we're going to cut the meeting short this week. I feel it's better we don't get to far ahead until we're sure she's not going to join our little group. With that said, I would like to speak to Draco, but everyone else may leave." He said.
"Mr. Malfoy, please have a seat." Dumbledore said as he took his seat behind his desk. Draco did as he was told and sat down. "You are going to be put in charge of getting Ginny Weasley to join our numbers."
Draco sat there for a second before it sunk in, then all at once he popped up out of his chair, "What!"
"I know it may be a little difficult, but I really think it would do you good to try to persuade someone without using your magic. Plus there's the fact that I know you don't want to do it and you still owe me a detention for that wise crack you gave me last week." Dumbledore replied smiling.
Ginny took off running down the hall, hoping against hope that she could make it before Filch caught her. Suddenly a dark shadow appeared in the hall ahead of her. She stopped in her tracks.
"What do you want?" she asked suspiciously.
"I've been sent to collect you. If you would just come with me we can be on our way." He said.
Ginny didn't think it was a very good idea, but she was intrigued by his words, so she followed him anyway. They went down passage after passage and turned corner after corner until finally they reached a door with a large green and black dragon on it. She stepped up to the door and it automatically opened. She walked in and looked around, shock showing clearly on her face.
It was what looked like a common room, but why would a room in Hogwarts have such different colors? She was startled out of her dream-like state by a voice behind her. She turned to see Draco Malfoy sitting in an over-stuffed chair next to a fireplace she had not seen previously.
"Take a seat Weasley." He offered, motioning to a chair across from him. She did as she was told, humoring him, and took a seat in the big, black chair.
"What did you call this little mee-" she trailed off as he held up a hand.
"Crabbe, go entertain yourself elsewhere. Ms. Weasley and I need to have a private discussion." He said. Crabbe nodded and left the room, "Okay. I bet you're very curious as to why I've asked you down here." He stood up and began pacing in front of the chair, " I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other day in detention."
"What about it? You made me angry and I stormed out of the room." She said simply, leaning back in the, surprisingly enough, very comfortable chair.
"You caught my pants leg on fire. I think that qualifies as a little more than you're letting on." She began to say something, but he cut her off, "Look, I don't want any excuses. I know exactly what is going on here, and I don't want you to move a muscle until I finish explaining this.
"First things first. You're not the only one who has a power like that. There are several others like you, who have special powers. Not all of them are pyro's like you, in fact, only one of them is, but there are many others. That's what brings us here. We want you to join us. We are a group of students who meets every Thursday to learn how to control our powers.
"For as long as Hogwarts has been open there have been people like us. There are currently 6 of us. A telepathic, someone who has telepathy, a pyro, fire controller, an elemental, someone who controls the weather, a Cyclops, who has laser vision, and a magician, who can do wandless magic. There is also a person who has a power we haven't quite been able to come up with a technical term for. He can bring things to life just by thinking of the object. Will you join us?"
She sat there for a moment, letting it all sink in. "So, there is really a group of people like me?" she asked, a smile creeping across her face.
"Yes, and we would really like it if you joined our ranks. We meet once a week to practice our control."
"So, can I find out who these people are?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Only if you agree to join us." He said simply.
"Fine then, I guess I have to, since you've got my curiosity piqued. Now, can you explain this a bit more to me?"
"Okay, this is our chambers. Every member of our group has their own private rooms here. Each door has the symbol of the person(s) house who lives within that area. If you were to open one of the doors behind you, there would be a hall which has doors leading to each separate bed chamber in it." He said, motioning towards the other side of the room.
She stood up so to see the doors he was talking about, and sure enough, on the other side of the room there were four doors that she hadn't noticed before. Door number one was a red door with a gold lion in the center: door number two was a yellow door with a black badger: door three was a blue door with a bronze eagle, and the last door was a green door with a silver serpent in the center.
"Okay. Gotcha. So, when do I get my room?" she asked jokingly.
"Actually, it should already be there." He said.
"When do I get to meet everyone else?" she asked.
"You can meet everyone in the morning. Follow me and I'll show you to your room. Your things should already be in there." With that, he set off to the Gryffindor door. The password is currently summat woolly." As he said that the gryffindor door opened up and he walked on through, Ginny following behind. There were nameplates on every door, but it was to dark for her to see any but her own, which was on the door at the end of the hall.
He let her open the door, and as she did, there was a sharp intake of breath that issued from her mouth. This was the most exquisite room she had ever seen. There was cherry furniture and a huge canopy bed with blankets of blood red and black. The walls were a white color, but they were completely covered in posters of rock bands from all over the world. It was the room she had always dreamed of having.
"Good taste Weasley, I never would have thought that you would have such good taste in furniture." He said, raising his eyebrow at her bed.
"Huh?" she asked confusedly.
"The room doesn't design itself. It stems itself from what your idea of a perfect room would look like. If you ever decide something should be changed, it will automatically be changed. Good night now Ginny." He said, shutting the door as he left.