Chapter Seven- Part One
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The next morning, after an uneasy night of sleep, Harry snuck out from the Gryffindor common room early. He had some plans before his first class.
Harry stood silently in front of the stone gargoyle. What would the password be this year. Harry ran through all the candies he knew of in his mind. It snapped inside his head!
"Taffty Applets!" Harry whispered. The gargoyle nodded and hopped aside. Harry smiled to himself and walked up the steps. As the door to Dumbledore's office came into view, Harry's heart leapt again. He knew what to ask. He had to know why Dumbledore was still alive. He knocked on the door.
"Enter, please." Called Dumbledore's cheerful voice. Harry pushed aside the door and walked in. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, smiling. Harry smiled back. "I was expecting you." He said soothingly. "Please, sit, put you bag down."
"Thanks." Harry said. He set his pack down beside a chair and sat down. "Listen, I was- err- wondering-"
"Why I'm alive?" Dumbledore said.
"Err- yeah." Harry answered, looking at his feet. Dumbledore chuckled.
"Don't worry." He said. Harry looked up. "All this nonsense about 'he is still a ghost!' stuff, it is nice someone is actually is asking what happened. I praise you right now, for coming up to me and asking me about this. There is only one problem…"
"What is that?" Harry asked.
"I can't tell you what happened."
"Why?"
"Because there is some else who has to explain it."
"Who?" Harry asked, and exasperated look crossing with his confused look.
"You'll have to wait. Don't worry; your time will come." Dumbledore answered.
Chapter 7- Part Two
Harry sat next to Hermione and Ron in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Faux was not there yet, and everyone was sitting quietly, unknowing of what to do. The minutes ticked passed until someone burst threw the doors.
Professor Faux walked in. Harry jumped. She had very long scraggly blue hair that trailed down to her knees. Her nose was small and scrunched up on her face, and her eyes were wide and were a deep icy blue. Her mouth was small and twisted as she smiled a reached smile. She was wearing too much make up; her eyebrows had been drawn too high onto her forehead, her lips were blood red, purple eye shadow covered her eyes, and blush covered her face. Away from her face, her arms were as long and scraggly as her hair. Her fingers were crooked and long, long red fingernails twisted at the tips. Her legs were short and fat, and her feet were huge. A pair of old black torn shoes sat on her large feet. Overall, she was an old, ugly hag of what Harry could tell.
She waddled in, her mismatched body rocking back and fourth. Her robes ruffled as they bumped the floor.
"Hello class!" She called. Her voice was high and scratchy, and as she giggled, it sounded a little like the wicked witch from that one movie Harry had watched. High pitched, cackling, almost like a cat coughing up a hairball. "Take out you book and-" She sniffed loudly. She pulled out a tissue and blew her nose, then she stuffed it away. "Sowwey. And- and- aaa- AACHHOOOO!" She sneezed, pulling her tissue out just in time. "Sowwey." She apologized again. There is something seriously wrong with her, Harry thought.
"Idiot." Harry mumbled to himself.
"And put your wand away. Turn to page 586." She finally finished. Harry pulled out his book and flipped to page 586. It was titled: HOW TO PREVENT WEREWOLF BITES. Too bad Harry already new quite a bit about werewolves. Faux blinked oddly, then began talking, reading strait from the book.
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