A/N: Oh, great. Okay, I'm sorry for anyone who thought that I was insulting dyslexic people. I AM NOT. Let me make that clear. I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE DYSLEXIC PEOPLE SEEM STUPID OR BAD AND I AM NOT TRYING TO INSLUT THEM. I am trying to show people that dyslexic people are NOT stupid. I am sorry for any dyslexic people who were offended by this, but I don't really get why you were offended. Maybe you don't have a very severe type of dyslexia. Andrea in my story does. And you say that I am not portraying dyslexics in a very realisitic way, but that makes no sense because my SISTER is dyslexic, and I see her every day! She is the nicest, smartest person I know, and I would never insult her or ANYONE just because of a disease they have, or because of any reason really. And so I hope this clears up any problems you might have with me or my story. The part that I don't think is realistic is that you want me to make Andrea just like you. Just because you have a type of dyslexia that isn't very serious doesn't mean that no one else does. To tell the truth, my sister who has dyslexia CAN read. I just made Andrea have a very, very severe type of dyslexia in this story, and so she can't read. Who knows, maybe she could, but no one bothered to teach her how because they thought she was stupid. Now I'm not saying that I think dyslexics are stupid. I DO NOT. Andrea just had some bad luck in her life, and has inflicted with teachers and principles who think dyslexics are stupid. I wrote this story to show people that these teachers and principles she had were WRONG. Dyslexics are NOT stupid. I only put in the line about being put to sleep because I wanted to show how bad Andrea's situation was, NOT because I think dyslexics deserve to be put to sleep.. I DO NOT. Making the teacher say that was only a way of showing how sick-minded and mean she was. And to the reviewer who said that dyslexics have something wrong with their brains, that was very, very mean and I hope you don't really think that because you could turn out to be a prejudiced person when you grow up if you do.
After classes were over, Andrea when back to the Gryffindor Common Room with Harry, Ron, Crow, and Hermione. When they got there, they realized that the area around the fireplace was virtually empty, and all the first years had gone to bed already. Andrea sat down on the couch next to the fire with her friends, and they all began to talk, mostly about funny things that had happened to them at home, at school, or at previous schools, etc. Andrea was in the middle of telling everyone about her stupid old principle who hated dyslexics when, all of a sudden, Harry gasped.
"Look at the fire, you guys!" The fire in the fireplace was moving, and suddenly, a face was formed out of it. It was the face of a young man in his early to mid thirties, with long black hair down to his shoulders that was kind of wavy.
"It's Sirius Black!" gasped Ron, who was always pointing out the obvious. (A/N: I'm not making Sirius dead because I think it was dumb that J.K. Rowling killed him off! So any story I write including this and any sequels to it will always have Sirius in them! Because he's hot! Lol.)
Andrea was shocked. She had never seen someone's head travel by floo powder before, even though she had heard it described in the books. She couldn't believe she was seeing Sirius Black in person!
"Harry, how are you? I just thought I'd 'pop in' and see how everything was doing with you. Also I have some very important things to tell you." Said Sirius. "Now I see Ron and Hermione, but who are these two delightful young people?" he said, looking at Crow and Andrea.
"Sirius, I would like you to meet Crow and Andrea. They are my new friends, and they just came to Hogwarts yesterday." Said Harry. "Crow and Andrea, this is my godfather, Sirius."
"We know." Said Andrea, smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sirus. We've heard so much about you."
"Oh yes, from Harry, of course." Said Sirius, smiling back.
"…Yeah." Andrea hadn't gotten around to telling Harry, Ron, and Hermione about the fact that in her world, their story had been made into a series of books and movies. She wondered what their reactions would be when they found out.
"That's weird, I haven't mentioned you at all." Harry frowned, puzzled.
"Oh… well, Ron and Hermione did, then." Andrea said quickly. Crow gave her a look, but she shrugged it off. Hopefully Harry wouldn't mention what she had said to Ron or Hermione, or her goose would be cooked.
"Anyway, so what have you guys been doing lately?" Sirius asked. "How's your year going? (A/N: I forgot what year I said they were in- I think it was seventh? Anyway, I'm making it sixth, so if I said seventh before, it is now sixth.)"
"Great!" said Harry enthusiastically, and Crow and Andrea nodded their approval. "Crow and Andrea are doing great in their classes. You should see Drae whip up a potion!" Harry, Ron and Hermione always called Andrea Drae now, just like Crow did. No one but her closest friends did.
"Excellent!" Sirius gushed. "Well, I really have to be going now, but it was nice seeing you. Nice meeting you, Andrea and Crow."
"You can call me Drae." Said Andrea.
"Okay, Drea." Sirius winked flirtilly, then disappeared.
"We should probably go get ready for bed." Said Harry reluctantly. "I'll go with Crow to make sure Ron got to his room allright, and Andrea, you can do the same for Hermione. Okay?"
"Sure!" said Andrea happily. "See you guys in the morning!"
She walked up the staircase to the girl's seventh year dormitory, feeling happier than she had in a long, long while. She felt like she was walking in air. She came to the solid oak door, worn with age and use. The wood was smooth at the edges, particularly around the handle and metal furnishings, worn down from hundreds of years worth of students touching it every day. The large brass handle clunked as Andrea pulled down on it, fully aware for the first time since she had arrived at Hogwarts how truly ancient and historical the castle really was.
Walking over to her bed, she quickly peeked behind the curtain of Hermione's bed, to make sure she was there. Andrea gasped, then turned tail and ran down the staircase, slamming the door behind her.
"Harry! Ron! Crow!" she yelled, running up the boy's dormitory staircase. "Hermione's gone!"
A/N: Oooh, suspense! I'll try to update more frequently soon, sorry.
