Later that day Anakin went to see Dumbledore, as he climbed up what felt like thousands of stone steps, he felt on edge. He wanted to know more about this place, but yet something told him to try to get away as quickly as possible, something here wasn't right. Anakin reached a large stone gateway, that shrouded two marvelous dark oak doors. One of the doors was open and Anakin began to walk towards it.
"Ah, Anakin Skywalker." The old headmaster stood behind an ancient wooden desk and gestured for Anakin to take a seat in front of his desk.
"How are you ship's reparations going?" Dumbledore continued.
"Nothing major was damaged, we should be home in a week or two."
"Ah." Dumbledore, look surprised. "The students will be returning from their summer holidays, in a few days time and I was hoping that you could help as teacher. We have never had people visit from another planet and I think it would help the students a great deal if you taught them about where you are from and about the ways of the force."
"What about Ahsoka?" Anakin felt sceptical.
"Your student will be put into Year 11. I want you to help in lessons such as Defence against the Dark arts with Professor Umbridge. I was also hoping that you could become the new Head of Gryffindor house, that is if you are put into Gryffindor House, of course."
"Ok." Anakin accepted. Dumbledore then began to explain the customs of Hogwarts and the houses.
"We will need to teach you a few spells before you can start, but we would like to put you into a house." Dumbledore took down an old leather hat from a shelf, that lay next to a rainbow scarf.
"This is the Sorting hat. Every teacher and student is sorted into a house. Ahsoka will be sorted with the other students, but you will be sorted now." Dumbledore handed Anakin the hat, who placed it on his head.
"How curious? I cannot sense anything." The hat said in a musty voice, making Anakin jump.
"Sorry, I have been taught to shield my mind." Anakin closed his eyes and let his emotions and thoughts run wild.
"Ah, that is better," The hat continued. "I sense a deep fear in you and anger, a strong anger. The traits of Slytherin, but this is outshone by your bravery and courage. GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yelled.
"But there is more," Dumbledore looked confused, the sorting hat never delved deeply into one's emotions. "You show great skills, far better than anyone has ever seen. They call you the Chosen one."
"The Chosen One?" Dumbledore asked. Anakin nodded.
"This is most curious. It appears there are two.
"Two?" Anakin was confused. "What's going on?"
"It was prophesied that a child born at the end of the seventh month would vanquish the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord was a student here many years ago. In your terms, he gave himself to the dark side. He wants to destroy Witchcraft and Wizardry as we know it. Dumbledore looked sullen.
"Then who is the other chosen one?"
"A boy named Harry Potter, he has defeated the Dark Lord once before, as a baby. He will be in the same year as Ahsoka."
"How did a baby destroy a Dark Lord?"
"Through the oldest form of magic. Love."