Miss Granger started to smile. "Wonderful idea," she said. "He could go to that muggle school Lucy goes to. That way, he can offer her ttwenty four/seven protection."
"And die," I said. "When Voldemort tries for her again. I do have a better idea."
"Oh, let's hear it then." Miss Granger's sneer rivalled Malfoy's. "I'm sure it'll be scintillating."
"Miss Foght stays at Hogwarts," I started.
"Muggles don't go to Hogwarts." Miss Granger was becoming a pest and I considered silencioing her. Dumbledore, and the other staff members, seemed okay with letting her continue. I got up, taking an unbonded remembrall from a pocket. I handed it to Miss Foght who took it and looked at it. I took it back. There was a distinct white glow emanating from the center.
"She's a squib," I stated, repeating what I had said earlier. "The remembrall wouldn't react this way if she didn't have a magical core. " I pocketted the remembrall and returned to my seat.
"She can't do magic," Miss Granger said. "She can't be a student."
"She'd be safe here," Mr. Foght interrupted.
"Safer here than in the Muggle world," I said. "Professor Dumbledore would, of course, ward her school, against Death Eaters, but he couldn't do anything against her fellow students, who could be imperiused." I had to explain, to the Foghts, what imperiused meant. They agreed that their daughter should stay at Hogwarts. At least until it was safe for her to return to the muggle world.
"Unfortunately," Professor Dumbledore diegned to make a comment rather than being a bystander. "Miss Granger is correct. There is no place for a non magic user at Hogwarts."
"If I could find her a place, would you allow her to stay?" I glanced at Dumbledore. "At some point, Potter will have to leave on his quest." Dumbledore looked a little shocked. "Weasley will go with him. Neither will survive without her. If Voldemort grabs Miss Foght, Potter will move heaven and earth to help his best friend recover her cousin. Voldemort will have a free hand. Either the war will be lengthened considerably, or Voldemort will win."
"Can you find a position," Dumbledore asked a little testily.
"Uncle Argus is a squib. He is aging, and could use some help. If Miss Foght agrees, she could be his apprentice, or at least assist, until it's safe for her to return home."
Miss Granger looked like she dearly wished to object.
"I have already discussed it with Uncle Rgus, and he has agreed to take her on." The door opened and Mr. Filch entered the office. "If she agrees."
"I don't like it," Mr Foght said. I wondered why Mrs. Foght was being so quiet. "Lucy comes home with us, and this Voldemort fellow may kill her. Or she stary's here with you. Either way, we lose our daughter." Mr. Foght scowled. "I don't like it," he repeated. "But I'd rather she be here and alive than home and dead." He faced the Headmaster. "Trot out the papers and I'll sign them."
"Dad," Miss Foght protested, speaking for the first time. "Don't I get a say in this."
"You're a minor," Mr. Foght said. "You do what you're told." He indicated Mr. Filch. "I'm making him Loco Parntis, so you obey him while here, understand?" Miss Foght nodded, while her mother looked mulish. He indicated me. "And you go along with whatever this fellow says. He seems to have some good ideas." He turned to me. "You keep my daughter safe. I find out that she died because you didn't, well I'm not magical, but I'll find a way to come after you."
Strangely enough, I believed him.