Harry stepped out of her office and went to his room, sitting down in the closet. The small closet was like a safe space for Harry, he was used to it, and it always brought him the comfort of solitude. In his cupboard, the Dursleys couldn't get to him. The worst that had ever happened in his cupboard was spiders and being covered in saw dust.

Harry pried up the loose board that he had hidden the books from the library in. He pulled up one of the fiction books that he had, wondering about what the letter Mrs. Desp said she would write was going to say. It would probably just inform the Deputy Headmistress that he would be going. He sighed and opened the book, beginning to read.

After Harry left, Mrs. Desp sighed and began penning the letter to Hogwarts.

Dear Deputy Headmistress Mcgonagall,

My name is Stephanie Desp, and I currently have Mr. Potter in my care. We would like to accept your invitation for him to attend your school, and thank you for this opportunity. I would appreciate it if you could send a representative from the school to help him get his things, and tell him more about it. He was brought here about two weeks ago, and I suspect it was because his old guardians didn't understand the gift he has. From what I have seen, he is very closed off and not very willing to make conversation with his peers, I'm not sure what the situation was in his old home, but it did not seem good.

I hope for his sake, he finds a place within your school, and is able to get help. I thank you, once again, for giving him this opportunity. I'm glad he ended up in my orphanage, or I don't think he would have gotten his letter. I hope to see someone soon, have a wonderful evening.

Sincerely,

Stephanie Desp

Later that night, Stephanie found a letter sitting on her office desk, when she picked it up it was a very thick parchment. She guessed that it was a reply and opened it, pleased when she saw the same smooth, green handwriting belonging to the Deputy Headmistress.

Mrs. Stephanie Desp,

Thank you for contacting us, someone from the school should arrive at about fourteen-thirty tomorrow. I'll be sure to have them include information about the school when they arrive. There is no need to worry about the cost of anything, as Mr. Potter has a vault or two in Gringotts already. The key is enclosed as well. I hope these words meet you well.

Sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall

Stephanie pulled a gold key out of the envelope and placed it in her desk drawer. She then went and locked all of the doors and windows throughout the orphanage. When she had done that she went back through her office and through the door to her bedroom, settling down for the night.

Harry woke up to knocking at his door and Mrs. Desp calling him and telling him that he had someone here to talk to him, and asking if it was alright if they came into the room.

Harry called his consent, crawling out of his closet, and pulling his shirt the rest of the way on. He ran over to the door and pulled it open for whomever was outside it.

When he looked, Harry saw an old man in a violet and mint suit, and a man with a purple turban. He blinked at the odd choice of clothing and invited them into the room, leaving the door open after they came in. The old man walked over to the desk in the corner of his room and sat down, facing Harry with an odd twinkle in his eye. Harry sat on his bed, slightly weary, wondering why the other man was still standing by the door.

The Twinkly man, -yes, Harry was calling him that, no you can't stop him, you are mearly a reader you have no contol over him and even he knows this- looked at Harry and smiled, sicking his gnarled hand out for a shake. "My name is Professor Dumbledore, I will be your headmaster while you attend Hogwarts. The man by the door will be your professor, Professor Quirlle, he teaches Defense Against The Dark Arts more commonly referred to as DADA. Do you have any questions I can answer, and perhaps you can answer some of mine?"

Twinkly looked at Harry waiting for an answer to his inquiry. Harry looked at him, nodded his head, and asked the first question that came to mind, "In Defense, will we be learning the Dark Arts, whatever they may be? After all, the best way to defend agaimst something is to know about it, or use the thing its self."

The Professor looked pleasantly surprised, but his look quickly turned sour with Twinkly's answer. "I should think not, my boy," Twinkly began, "The Dark Arts, is the most dangerous branch of magic there is. The Dark Arts are used to inflict terrible pain, or even death upon someone. Neutral and Light Arts, which you will be learning, are only used for good, and are not harmful. For example, Lumos." The tip of the man's wand lit up causing Harry to flinch back in slight shock.

"Can you control the power behind the spell or will it always have the exact same result?"

"The power is easily controlled with a bit of practice, my boy."

"Then, say a very practiced wizard or witch were to use this spell while putting loads of power behind it, could blind someone yes? There are spells that let you lift things right? You see it all the time on the telly when something fre- odd happens, so I'm going to assume you do. So what if someone were to use this spell on a person, lift them really high in the air, and cancel the spell? The person would then die, would they not?"

"Well, yes my boy, they would die, but it wouldn't have been the spell itself that killed them it would be the fa-"

"Yes, the fall caused directly by the spell, so the spell would kill them. Now tell me, is this spell considered Dark?"

"Well no, bu-"

"Exactly, now, give me an example of a Dark Arts spell. Go on."

"Well, there is one used to cause unimaginable pain by stimulating the nerves past what can be handled."

"This brings us back to the power behind the spell, if less power was put behind the spell, then it fould be used to restart the heart after immediately after it stops, like doctors do. It could also be used as a form of physical therapy, to try to stimulate the nerves in someones body, to get them to react again."

Twinkly looked stunned and as though everything he believed in life was being called into question, the sighed and said, " Don't try to explain things you have no understanding of, my boy."

Then the Professor finally spoke up, "Actually, Headmaster, Mr.Potter is correct. Before that spell was made Unforgivable, those were some of its uses. "

Twinkly seemed to ignore him and looked at Harry, "Now, my boy, I've answered some of your questions, now why don't you answer one of mine, yes? Why did your Aunt and Uncle leave you here?"

"All I know is that they were glad to be rid of me. I'm not sure why they left me."

"Ah, is that so? Well lets be off then, lots of things to buy!"

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Thank you for reading, I'm sorry this chapter took so long I just got out of school, and I'm trying to get a summer job, but I'll make sure to at least get all ten published chapters rewritten by the end of the summer. Vote, Comment, and live your best life!