A/N: Sorry I haven't written in so long, but I was disguraged when that lady told me she thought my story was a joke. It makes me sad to think that you would think I was joking about having dyslexia. I'm not. It's very serious. And also for those who say my writing is bad, the last reviewer said I was better than most high school writers! So there! Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to my FANS and NICE REVIEWS and to my sister.

Andrea stormed out of the potions room as soon as the bell had rung. She couldn't wait to get to Dumbledore's room and tell him what had been going on in Snape's class.

"Just wait till he finds out what's been going on in Snape's class." She fumed as she strode down the hallway. "Snape will be sorry he ever even mentioned that stupid essay!"

When she reached Dumbledore's office, he knocked on the door.

"Just a minute!" she heard from inside. "Ne quittez pas!" Andrea smiled. Dumbledore was so diverse. (A/N: lol, I wanted to use French in there, because I am going to take French in high school and I wanted to practice. It means 'don't go away', like if you can't come to the door or the phone right away or something.)

A few seconds later, the door opened, and Dumbledore ushered her in. "Ah, Andrea. I'm glad to hear from you. I was hoping you'd stop by sometime today for a chat. How's your first day been?"

"Terrible." She said truthfully. "I mean, no offense, sit."

"None taken."

"Well, actually that's what I've come to talk to you about."

"And what would that be?"

"In Potions, Snape assigned me an essay. Like, a written essay. It has to be five pages long, and it's due tomorrow. I tried to tell him I can't do it, but he wouldn't listen to me." Andrea bit her lip. What if she had been wrong? What if Dumbledore was just going to be like everyone else, call her stupid, and send her home? I hate being dyslexic. She thought.

Dumbledore's brow furrowed, and at first Andrea thought that he was going to yell at her.

"I'm sorry." She said. "I don't mean to be ungrateful. I would do it if he would let me say it out loud or something, instead of writing it. I could do that. I can." She was desperate now, not wanting to be kicked out.

"No." said Dumbledore, and Andrea's heart sank. He's going to make me leave. She thought.

"Okay. I'll go pack my tings." She muttered.

"No Andrea, there's no reason to do that. I can see that you are one of our school's most gifted pupils, and it would be in bad taste to let go such an asset to our school. Of course I am not going to make you leave. In fact, I am going to go see Professor Snape and make sure he understands your unique situation. Don't worry, you won't have to be doing any writing or reading while you are at this magic school." He said, stressing the word magic with his mouth.

Andrea grinned. "Thank you so much! I knew you'd understand!" I knew he wouldn't be like all those other teachers. I have to start trusting people more. Things are going to be different now.

Dumbledore smiled back. "Now, I think it's time for lunch. Why don't you go on over to the Great Hall. Here we have two hour long lunch periods, so you don't have to worry about not having enough time to eat." He said with a twinkle in his eye.

Andrea couldn't stop grinning as we made her way down the hallway towards the Great Hall. And no waiting in long lines, either! She thought to herself. This is the life! The best school ever! Why didn't I ever think to come here before?

When she reached the Great Hall, Andrea discovered Crow already sitting with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She noticed that a bunch of first years had created a wide berth between them and Crow and his menacing black Mohawk.

"Hey guys, what's up?" she asked. The four answered affirmatively.

"So, did you talk to Dumbledore?" asked Crow.

"Yeah, and he says he's going to talk to Snape!" Andrea grinned.

"That's great. He was being so unfair. If he had made you do the essay, I would have offered to write it for you." Said Hermione. "You would have gotten top marks for sure!"

Andrea smiled. "That would have been so nice, Hermione. That's for the offer, but that's dishonest. I would have felt bad tricking anyone like that, even Snape."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Said Harry. "But still, I would have been so mad at Snape! Teachers have no right to do stuff like that to students." Everyone was silent. They knew he was thinking of Umbridge and her quill. "I don't know how you survived the rest of your period after he said that to you Andrea. I don't know if I would have been able to."

"But the important thing is that he won't make you do the essay." Said Crow. "After lunch, we can compare schedules and see if the five of us have any more classes together. And if we do, Andrea, we'll make sure all the teachers know just how special and smart you are, even if you do have dyslexia. They have to know that there is nothing wrong with you." Crow, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all smiled at her, and Andrea felt like she was glowing with happiness. She had been at Hogwarts less than 24 hours, and already it felt more like home than any other place she had ever known.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope I can get the next one out really soon! I've decided to IGNORE mean flamers who hate dyslexic people, and I won't feel like a bad writer again. Thank you, loyal subjects! lol. Just kidding.