A/N: Hello! Hello!

It's been a long time since I've written a fanfic again. But this is no exception. Why?

This is my first Harry Potter fic. Hope all you Harry-Potter junkies won't mind me cutting through a bit… I know you all spent your efforts and I have read some pretty good fics here so I hope we bring the name of soaring high.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this one.

Shirisan

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its associated terms. J. K. Rowling does for Harry but she doesn't own my name. Special thanks to all the Harry Potter fans out there!

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Worst Fears

By Shiri Chizumi

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"But Professor! You can't possibly fail me just because of the article in the paper I did! I mean, it was what I saw! I just reported what the facts stated. You really can't do this!"

"You should have taken responsibility for your actions, young lady… You were already doing a bit bad on my subject and yet you have made upset. Is this really what you would expect?"

"But Professor! Can't we talk this over! I mean, there was no really sure indication that your name was---"

"Wait! What exactly are you implying on me! That I really was involved in---"

I automatically cut in.

"No Professor! I didn't---"

He raised a hand to silence me.

"The damage has already been done. So sorry for your loss, Shiri… but my decision's final."

I shifted my bagpack to my other shoulder and started to walk away when I suddenly thought of an idea that he couldn't refuse.

"Professor! Professor!" I called as I caught up with him.

"What is it this time! More convincing?" he teased.

As if I can't get him to budge.

"Professor, what if I take back what I said in the paper? I could write an erratum or something."

I had him thinking for awhile… and it was awhile, I tell you.

"alright." He finally said.

"Yes!" I shouted. "I'll go run to the publishing office right now and make a formal erratum for…"

"No… I don't want you to do that." he said.

I automatically stopped jumping and looked at him like I have been Hiroshima with an atomic bomb heading straight for my face.

"huh… I don't understand professor… I thought you…."

"yes, I did want to clear my name… but… I thought of doing it in another way…"

"But…" I said trying to protest. How could he clear his name if not for the use of an erratum?

"No buts. Now, this is what I want you to do…"

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"Hey Shiri! You look wishy-washy today… any trouble?" my editor asked as I entered the office.

"Nothing… it's just my professor."

"He failed you?"

"Yeah…" then I looked at him puzzled. "How did you know?"

"With his name burning bright red on the paper, I would be surprised if he did. So, you talked him out of it?"

"I did."

"So… are you going to write an erratum or something?"

"Yeah… something like that. Listen. I have to get going. I have an interview to do."

"'Kay. See you on Monday, a'ryt?"

"Ya… sure. I hope so…"

if they don't kill me there.

Flashback

"I want you to go to Hogwarts."

"What!" I screamed with my mouth hanging wide open.

"It's the perfect time." My professor tried to explain. "They're having the Tri-Wizards Tournament there this year… And since, you seem to have a knack for covering events… I think you're the perfect one for this job."

"B-but P-professor!" I complained. "The Daily Prophet could do that for you, right?"

"Well… I suppose so. But not with what you are supposed to do."

"Wait! I thought you just told me to cover the Tri-Wizards…"

"I did… but you could use your area of expertise this time."

"You mean, gathering everyone's---"

my professor just nodded at me.

"But! Isn't there another---"

He shook his head this time.

I sighed. I guessed I had no choice.

So here I am now.

I got out of Diagon Alley with some supplies. I didn't know how long I had to stay there and I already sent Miya out to the Headmaster.

No way am I going to intrude on their fun without permission…

I had only brought with me a few quills, some bottles of ink, loads of parchment, a camera, my wand (of course) and some wizard money.

Now… to the station.

I had taken the bus to get here. And let me tell you, it wasn't easy getting a ticket to Platform 9¾ going to Hogwarts. I had to show my ID at least a dozen times for them to believe me that I was writing for the paper.

And now I'm here on the train.

With the weirdest company, I tell you.

There were these little kids dressed as dragons, I supposed, running around the halls… an old man who was in front of me who obviously couldn't sleep without his pipe on and mumbling through his teeth… a puking kid beside him who liked to taste his own curd.

The rest of them… Well…

Let's say I better not say.

The First thing that I did when the train stopped was to head for the door and see if I could get my dinner together. Fortunately, I was able to do so and headed for Hogsmeade. One of the All-Wizarding towns that I have gone to. I asked if they had a place for me to stay for the night. There was no way that I would get to Hogwarts tonight and finish by sunrise tomorrow. Although, I would have it no other way, I declined that thought and went to bed. I have a hell of a day tomorrow.

Sunrise came early. But I was earlier. I had no idea it was this cold here when it was obviously summer back at our place. I tried to fight the cold that I was once used to and ran down to get some butter beer. I couldn't believe this was the first time in a long time that I had tasted it once again. After getting myself heated up, I walked down the path heading towards Hogwarts.

A familiar face greeted me at the front gate.

"Shiri! It has been a while…"

"It sure has been, Professor."

We hugged a bit on the cold before exchanging pleasantries.

"I see you have gotten my letter, Professor."

"I sure have… I expected you to arrive last night."

"Well… I didn't think that it would be awfully nice of me to barge in, in the middle of the night now, would it professor?"

I once again saw the smile I hadn't seen in the papers for a long time now.

"Hmm… I guess not. But needless to say that a certain someone here quite often did it out of habit now, didn't she?"

It was my turn to smile.

"Now, what is this nonsense about your professor failing you on his subject? Doesn't he know he's in the worst mistake in his life? Does he know the trouble he's looking for?"

I laughed at the gentle smile on his face. It was true. Professor Dumbledore may have gotten older but he definitely still has the same gentle smile. Plus he seems to be… a bit wiser this time.

"I guess he doesn't… Don't worry, professor. I'll be in and out before you even know it."

"I don't really mind… Shall we have breakfast, then?"

"I thought you never asked, professor."

Over at breakfast…

"So, would you mind telling me how you're supposed to do this 'lil' interview of yours?"

"I just need their name, what they look like and some of their time, I guess."

"Ok then… I won't allow it."

"Huh? What?" I was confused.

"You have to get this information personally. Let's see… this is like a grape. You can't really tell if a grape has seeds or not, can you? You have to open them up to figure out yourself.

I was a bit confused but I had no choice. I had to pass that subject.

Plus he was the headmaster, after all.

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Okay, the article is coming up next. What do you think of the story, so far? Not too bad, huh? Imagine if you were in Hogwarts and you are an alumna of the school. Pretty cool, huh?

Anyway, I won't make this long for everyone. Because if I do, it might just turn your world upside-down. Check out your favorite characters worst fear on the next chappie.

Till next time,

Shirisan

P.S. Am not a sadist.