Author: Hello my lovely readers! I'm getting better at this updating business, eh? Well we'll see how long it lasts. Again please leave any reviews/comments you have for me or this story. It would be greatly appreciated.

And it is with my greatest pleasure that I present to you, the third chapter in All Alone in the World. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the ideas or characters from the Harry Potter series, the X-Men stories, or from Charmed. I DO however, own Vanessa Harper, Victor Karr, and a few other minor character that may or may not show up.

Chapter 3

Vanessa just sat there in shock for what felt like hours, just gaping at the old man. Finally after what felt like an eternity she manage to scream "Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

She felt her body tense up, ready to fling the man across the room with just a flick of her wrist at any second, but she wanted answers first.

The old man did nothing but smile warmly at her, but soon it became irritating. "Who the hell are you!" she screamed again.

The old man, still smiling warmly, replied, "Obviously, I am the man from your dreams," at that he gave a light chuckle to his own joke. "But forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Albus Dumbldore and I am headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am a wizard."

Vanessa just sat there, taking in everything he said. Though the situation was extremely bizarre and almost scary, Vanessa couldn't help but bust out laughing.

"What planet did you fly in from? Or are you just some old geezer on some new designer drug," she suddenly relaxed. The old man probably just broke into her apartment trying to find some drugs or something to sell for them. Though this is still dangerous, it was much more reassuring than to think a demon broke into her home, trying to watch her sleep before he killed her.

"I didn't fly in from any planet," he said politely. "I really am headmaster at Hogwarts. And I've come to offer you a place at my school," Dumbledore offered.

"There's no such thing as magic," Vanessa retorted. But even as she spoke, she didn't believe her own words.

She remembered hearing about a place called Hogwarts when she was much younger, but she always thought that she was just imagining things

"Then how do you explain yourself," he questioned. She looked at him shocked. How could he know what she really was? Had he seen her use her powers? Impossible. She would notice someone dressed like him, even in a place like LA.

He didn't wait for her reply, "Hogwarts is a school for young witches and wizards who come to learn how to control their abilities-"

Vanessa cut him off, "I know what your school is, and I don't belong there," she stated. "I don't belong anywhere," she added softly to herself.

Dumbledore just merely smiled again, "I know what you are as well, and although Hogwarts is generally for magic, I do believe we can make an acceptation."

Vanessa just looked at him, and his eyes seemed to twinkle at her again. "Why would you want a Mali at you school," she questioned.

"Your not just any Mali, your something special. And if I'm correct, you have many enemies, both magic and Mali alike. If you come to Hogwarts, I can offer you protection from that all and a chance to develop your powers properly."

He wasn't lying there. Vanessa had too many enemies to count, both magic and Mali. There were always demons from the underworld out to kill her in order to "prove themselves" or other Mali wanting revenge from the damage her father had done. And though Vanessa could control her powers very well, she still had a lot of "developing" to do.

"How do I know that this isn't some trick, that you aren't some kind of demon or something," she questioned.

"You don't," he said simply. "You just have to choose to whether you want to continue the life your living now, or have a completely new, and different life," he replied.

Although Vanessa didn't know exactly what Dumbledore had in store, she felt like she could trust him. Like the feeling she had in the first dream, where she felt at home or at least was being given the chance to feel at home. She didn't want that feeling to go away.

"Okay, I'll go to Hogwarts, but you need to answer my questions first," she stated firmly. Dumbledore looked at her, and she could see the happiness spread across his face.

"Alright, fair enough. What questions do you have for me?"

"If Hogwarts is supposed to be for witches and wizards, how am I supposed attend classes there? I'm a Mali, not a witch."

"Very simple, you will have classes with the other students that don't require much use of a wand. Classes like Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, and such. Other classes such as Charms or Defense Against the Dark Arts will be taught with a private tutor or myself. The students do not need to know that you are a Mali if you do not wish them to. Personally, I don't think you should tell them just yet."

Good, because I not going to tell them at all, Vanessa thought to herself. Vanessa was already a freak among the humans, she didn't want to be one in front of witches and wizards. She was tired of it.

"Okay next question, why do you want me at Hogwarts when I'm only a Mali," she asked.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled again. "Like I said my dear, you are quite special. As I'm sure you noticed, you're not the same as most Mali. Most Mali at your age of 16 haven't even developed their powers yet, but you developed yours when you were only 9 years old. You are more powerful now then most adult Mali are or might ever be. I want you to come to Hogwarts to learn how to better control that power."

Vanessa smirked to herself. Everything Dumbldore had said was true. She had developed her powers at age 9, and though she always knew she was a Mali since both her parents were, her life changed forever when she first got her powers. And it wasn't necessarily for the better either.

"Okay third question. Is Voldemort still around," she asked.

Dumbledore sighed. Apparently this was a depressing subject. "Fifteen years ago Voldemort had lost his powers and most of his life after trying to kill a baby boy by the name of Harry Potter. His has been out of power since then, until recently two years ago, during an event called the Triwizard Tournament, where his powers were restored to their full extent." Dumbledore suddenly gave Vanessa a confused look. "How is it you know about Hogwarts and Voldemort," he asked.

Vanessa sighed. This was a subject she didn't exactly want to get into. "My father used to work with witches and wizards when he was alive, he also worked with Voldemort on some occasions. But I never met Voldemort and I'm glad I didn't. The witches and wizards my father worked with talked a lot about Hogwarts, but somehow I managed to convince myself that it wasn't real. I don't even remember why I did it, but I did," Vanessa replied.

She looked at Dumbldore and saw great sympathy. Apparently he knew who her father was. She looked away quickly and tried desperately to change the subject, "Well that's all the questions I have, but if I have anymore, I'll let you know. Okay?" "Alright, then let us be off then," replied Dumbldore.

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