Last time on Shaun Frost:

"Dumbledore doesn't want anybody to know I'm a werewolf. This door opens onto a staircase that leads directly to the hospital wing." Remus' voice was bitter, his face stony.

"Screw Dumbledore. He can't stop me from knowing now can he?"

They strode into the hospital wing, and Shaun found Dumbledore's wand drilling into his forehead.

Shaun swallowed.

"Um, Good morning?"

Chapter 3:

Dumbledore made no reply, though Remus seemed to be smiling behind his hand. Shaun turned to him, slightly desperate. "Little help?"

Remus looked at him as if to say 'why, of course!'

"Professor, you can lower your wand. This is Shaun, Shaun Frost. I only met him this morning, but I trust him."

Dumbledore's hard eyes appeared to soften slightly. "Why?"

Remus's eyes drifted to the sterile floor of the Hospital Wing. "He... I mean, um... I nearly attacked somebody. Shaun stopped me." Shaun glared reproachfully at the aged Headmaster, daring to upset the werewolf further. He met the man's eyes squarely, then turned his head sharply and ripped his gaze away in order to place a comforting hand on Remus's shoulders.

Dumbledore cleared his throat awkwardly. "Forgive me, Mr. Lupin. I didn't mean to dredge up bad memories for you."

Remus nodded in acknowledgement. Shaun gave the world's smallest nod and a tiny smile, approving of the Headmasters actions.

"Mr. Frost, if you could accompany me to my office?"

Shaun looked at him coolly. "Certainly, Professor."

Dumbledore nodded slightly sadly. First impressions mattered, and he wasn't sure the boy would ever forgive him for pointing his wand at him. Shaun heard these thoughts and snorted quietly. Then he froze, eyes wide. How did he hear that? Was it another random new power, like his healing?

He strode confidently after Dumbledore through the stone corridors of Hogwarts. The portraits muttered about him, but he turned and gave them a huge, glowing smile, and they couldn't help but like him. When they reached the gargoyle that guarded the door to Dumbledore's office, it bowed. No password was given, but when he saw Shaun, the gargoyle bowed lower than it did even for Dumbledore, and slid aside.

Shaun gulped. He really didn't want to draw attention to himself. Luckily, Dumbledore just looked at him strangely, shrugged and proceeded through the doorway.

"Mr. Frost, I'm afraid I'm going to have to question you under Veritaserum."

Shaun nodded curtly "I understand. But, please respect my privacy a little."

"Of course," Dumbledore assured him, dipping his head.

"You have two minutes." Shaun allowed.

Dumbledore dropped three drops of the truth potion onto Shaun's tongue and began to question him:

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know." Shaun droned. It was the strangest feeling. He could try to lie if he wanted too, but as he knew the truth in his mind, he spoke it anyway.

"Do you have any malicious intent toward Hogwarts or any of its inhabitants?"

"....Yes." Dumbledore's bushy eyebrows rose in surprise. Intuition, he supposed, could be wrong. Still, he should make sure....

"To whom? And why?"

"Sirius Black. I want to hurt him for what he did to Remus Lupin."

Dumbledore nodded decisively. That particular grudge would not last long.

"Do you support Voldemort in any way, shape or form?"

"No." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. You could never be sure these days. Well, the boy seemed harmless enough. But he wondered...

"Where did you learn to heal like you did to Remus Lupin?"

The boy opened his mouth to answer, but then he stood up so violently the chair flew backward. Dumbledore stared in awe and fear. The boy's silver eyes were on fire, and his white hair was whipping wildly around his head in an invisible hurricane.

When he spoke, the voice was condemning, and he felt like dying before its power:

"That's Enough, Dumbledore!"

Then Frost shivered and fell back into his chair with a sigh.

Shaun honestly had no idea what happened. It probably hadn't helped that his memories were very hazy, thanks to the Veritaserum. But a great roaring had filled his ears, and he blacked out. But his body was moving, and speaking of its own accord. Pain filled his body as liquid fire zinged through his veins, if he had control over his mouth, he would've screamed. But suddenly, it was over, and he was slumped in the same chair in the same office, and Dumbledore was staring at him in fear and disbelief. All the effects of Veritaserum had been purged from his body, and he was able to lie and cheat again.

It was good to know he had the option.

When he spoke, his voice was clear as a bell, not hoarse as he would've expected it to be after hearing the volume of his own voice just a few seconds ago.

"Are you done here, Headmaster?"

Dumbledore seemed to shake himself. "One more question, Have you anywhere to stay?"

Shaun's eyes narrowed, but on the inside he was glowing and jumping up and down with glee. Could Dumbledore be about to offer him a place at Hogwarts? He suddenly realised Dumbledore was still waiting on his reply.

"Why?"

"Because, my dear boy, you are most certainly welcome to stay here, at Hogwarts!"

Shaun pretended to consider this proposal, and his heart was doing backflips. But then his stomach fell. Could he really stay here, with Sirius, his parents, Snape? But for all he knew, there was no way to get back to his own time, and Dumbledore was the only one offering a place to stay, so...

"What would I have to do?"

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled in delight.

"Well you'd have to be Sorted, for starters. There are four Houses here at Hogwarts, all with their own characteristics..."

Shaun cut him off with a wave of his hands. "I'd rather go through with this with no prejudices, if it's all the same to you. After all, they say ignorance is bliss."

Dumbledore hid a smile behind his wizened hand. This boy was like nothing else he'd seen before...

He gently lifted the Sorting Hat from its shelf. Shaun made a face. The thing looked disgusting.

He wasn't surprised when Dumbledore jammed the Hat on his head without an explanation. After all, the man was hardly renowned for them...

'Well, let's see. You have loyalty, but it's not unconditional enough for Hufflepuff. No offence, but you're intelligence might be good, but your love of books isn't quite on par with the Ravenclaw standard.'

'None taken,' Shaun thought, amused.

'To be frank, you're not rash enough for a Gryffindor. You might scare them.'

Shaun laughed again.

'Well, there's only one House left. Yes, it will suit you nicely, I believe.....'

'SLYTHERIN!'

Shaun tugged the Hat off his head. He'd not noticed it's sense of humour as a first year. He'd been too busy pleading not to go to the very House he was willing to live with.

Oh, the irony...

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