Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the places or characters in the harry potter books. I do however own the souls of Marari, Chandria, Shashi, Tavia, Teva, their parents, and all the other random characters I decide to throw in there 'cause I can.

Fox(my muse that more often then not wishes to kill me): narrows eyes You just enjoy owning people

Koinu: ...Maybe

Of Books and Learning

Chandria, Shashi and I spent the remainder of the afternoon simply breezing from shop to shop, up and down the alley, discovering this new world, while our younger sisters did the same, mainly holing up in joke shops and ice cream parlors. It was the last day for a long time that we'd be free to just up and do whatever we felt whenever we felt.

We spent the next 3 and a half weeks, holed up in our rooms doing nothing but reading, reading and reading, and twice a week Dumbledore would come and give us practical lessons and see how we were coming along in our studies. Tavia and Teva didn't have to worry though, being first years, and often we could see the two out of our room's window, walking down Diagon Alley, but us older sisters were 5 years behind, and didn't have time to spare to do anything beside eat, sleep and study, sometimes two at once (of course, I don't mean sleeping and eating/ studying at the same time, I mean honestly).

Then on the morning of June 21st, there was an unexpected change.

My sister's and I started at the sudden sound of knocking on our door, and our heads swiveled to the entrance. "Who would be coming to see us now?" asks Chandria. Shashi shrugs as I get to my feet and almost have to dance over to the door to avoid stepping on all of the books—open to spells, descriptions of plants, and the affects of certain potions. By the time I reach the door, the person had already knocked a second time. I open the door to see Tom, the innkeeper, hand raised to knock again.

"Tom?" I question, and hear called greetings coming from the disembodied voices of my sisters, hidden behind piles of books and parchment.

"G' Morin' to you Misses Yanamari, Dumbledore is here to see you."

"Dumbledore?" Shashi questions, suddenly right behind me.

"But we don't have any lessons today." I say confused, just as Chandria makes her way to the door.

"The Professor is waiting for you and your younger sisters, please follow me and I'll take you to him." I glance at my sisters and shrug, and we follow Tom to our younger sister's room where he once again knocks on the door. It opens to reveal a bed-headed and dreary-eyed Tavia, blinking into the hallway, the sound of muffled snoring behind her coming from a lump in one of the bed's.

"Tom? What's up?"

"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you and your sisters."

Tavia's eyes widen, and she replies, "Give us a couple minutes to get ready," then just as the door closes behind her we hear, "Oy! Teva! Wake up and get dressed! Dumbledore's here to see us!" Proceeded by the sound of quick movement and a couple thuds and the door flies open once more, presenting two thoroughly awake and well-groomed 11 year-old's stand in the entrance.

Shashi, Chandria and I stare wide-eyed at the two, "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" ask Tavia and Teva in unison.

"Never mind," murmurs Shashi, and Tom starts down the hall again, the five of us in tow, until we reach another door which Tom knocks.

"I've the Yanamari's Sir."

"Come in." Tom opens the door and we filter into the room. "Ah, Misses Yanamari, please pull up a seat." says Dumbledore, as he flicks his wands and several extremely comfy-looking chairs appear, and we all sit. Dumberdore nods at us then produces tea and small cakes from thin air. Tavia, Teva, and Shashi quickly grab a cake each, while I pick up a cup of tea and Chandria simply sits and looks at Dumbledore, ignoring the food.

I sip slowly at the hot tea while Dumbledore takes a cake for himself, and a cup of tea, smiling pleasantly at us. I was getting impatient and I could tell Chandria was too. Suddenly Dumbledore spoke, and my younger sisters stopped talking, listening intently. "I'm sure you are all wondering why I have called you here." We nodded, waiting for him to continue. He turns to address Chandria, Shashi, and myself, saying, "You have been doing quite well in your studies, but there is only so much you can learn from a book."

"But Professor, we have you to teach us!" says Shashi, cutting off Dumbledore.

He smiles, "I'm afraid once a week is no longer enough now that you have moved into learning third year magics. And so I would like you to meet your temporary teacher, Professor Lupin."

At that moment a man in shabby clothing with an even shabbier briefcase walks into the room saying, "I'm sorry I'm late professor."

"Not at all, you're right on time. Chandria, Marari, Shashi, meet Professor Lupin."

"Not any more, Dumbledore." says the man.

"Nonsense, you are their teacher, and so, once again, a Professor." says Dumbledore.

The man smiles, "If you insist. Hello Misses Yanamari, as Dumbledore said, I am to be your teacher, and as of the fact that you will have a full-time teacher, every month you will get a couple days off of studying to do whatever you wish."

"YES!" says Shashi rather loudly, then she embarrassedly covers her mouth grin still visible behind her fingers.

"You will be beginning your lessons tomorrow morning, at 7 o'clock sharp in room 102." continues Professor Lupin, smiling at Shashi.

"In the morning?" asks Shashi fearfully, and the professor nods as Chandria and I laugh at Shashi's expression.

Then Tavia suddenly speaks up, "I beg your pardon Professor Dumbledore, but why was it that you called us all here if only to talk about our elder sister's schooling?"

"As yes," says Dumbledore, "I was getting to that. Lupin, would you care to stay with us and have tea and some of these delicious biscuits or are you off to unpack your things?"

"Ah, I best be off Professor. Remember girls, 7 O'clock sharp." says Professor Lupin, turning toward us, and we respond in unison, "In room 102."

"In the morning." Shashi tacks on at the end, and Lupin leaves the room laughing quietly. Dumbledore settles back into his seat and takes a sip of his tea, looking over the rim of his cup at my sisters and I. Finally when I thought I couldn't take it any longer he spoke.

"Do you remember when I told you I would tell you I had some less than pleasant news for you regarding your parents?" he asks, making it more of a statement. I grasp my tea cup tighter in my hand, and see Shashi stopping, mid-reach, while grabbing another biscuit. My sisters and I nod silently.

"You said you'd tell us once we were all together and we were somewhere safe." says Tavia, and Dumbledore nods to her, then stands and walks toward the door.

"Yes, as soon as you were all together." he says, opening the door and in walks a young auburn-headed male who looked about 17 or 18 years of age, with deep brown eyes to rival Chandra's.

"CAEL!" I hear someone shout, to realize seconds later it was me.

Okay, I hope that you liked the chapter. I would really appreciate reviews so that I can know if the writing is decent, or if it needs more work. Also I have a tendency to write in a manner that nobody can understand without realizing it, if you see any spots that simply just doesn't make any sense, please tell me. Thanks for reading!

Fox: psh. listen to you, practically begging for reviews.

Koinu: Fox, I love you but that's not gonna stop me from smacking you upside the head.

Fox: I'd like to see you try.

Koinu: are you threatening me?

Fox: Why yes, as a matter of fact, I am.

Koinu: glares no supper for you

Fox: ...you suck