Disclaimer: Same as chapters one and two. I hate book six, so it's not involved at all!
An old man sat at his large and overly covered desk, waiting for something to arrive. He had been sitting in the same place all day, much as he did every day. But today was different. Today was the day that Harry Potter was supposed to send back his response to the letter.
He stared at the window, until there was a crunching sound, symbolizing someone entering his domain.
"Hello, Albus. How are you today?" The old woman asked.
Albus smiled. "I am quite alright, Minerva. Simply waiting for a letter. And how are you?"
"I'm perfectly fine. Here are the class schedules you asked for." She said, handing over a folder. Albus took the folder calmly, and proceeded to leaf through the contents. Contrary to the small size of the folder, the number of papers he looked through was very large.
"Very good, Minerva. If you need any help, on anything, do not hesitate to ask. I will help as much as my somewhat short memory can."
Minerva nodded and as she turned, she said goodbye.
Albus returned the nod and the goodbye, and returned to staring at the window.
There was something coming. An owl by the looks of it.
Albus was excited… this could be it.
The owl arrived in his open window, and held out a small letter, which Albus quickly grasped.
He flipped open the letter quickly and scanned through the contents.
Mr. Dumbledore
If you are reading this, then I assume the letter was real, and that the owl really did deliver it to you. Which is kinda amazing, but that doesn't matter.
I would love to go to your school, but I would need someone to come pick me up. I doubt my family, which hates anything odd, would want me to go to this school. I also need to get the supplies, and if there is a cost, I need to find some way to pay it. I don't have any money.
Thank you!
Harry Potter
Dumbledore frowned. What did he mean, that he had no money, or that his family wouldn't want him to go to the school? His parents would have loved him to go to the school!
Dumbledore read through the letter again, before folding it back up. He set it on his desk, before getting up. He slipped it into his pocket, before walking out of his door.
Down through the halls, and into a small side room, he walked. Knocking on the doorway, he quickly jumped out of the way as it fell down where he had been standing.
After quickly jumping through the door which had opened, in its own weird way, he slid quickly down the new hallway. He went up to the portrait at the end of the hallway, and spoke a password.
"Filius, I need your help for a moment."
The short man sitting at the desk nearby looked up. "Whatever do you need, Albus?"
"I need you to go get Mr. Potter for me, since you are the only one here, besides Minerva, who is occupied."
"Sure thing! Just a minute."
"You can use this letter to help you find him." Here, Dumbledore pulled out the letter that he had received earlier. Quickly handing it over to Filius, he turned back around. "Thank you very much." He threw a key over his shoulder to Filius. "This is his bank key, take him to Diagon Alley. Buy him everything he needs."
"Alright!" Filius, always the hyper one, answered him.
Albus walked out of the room, and Filus looked over at the letter. His eyes widened at the blood that the Headmaster seemed to have missed.