(AN: The only change I've made to this is I added a post script to Dumbledore's letter.)

Dumbledore's Office

Dear, Ms. Prince,

I Wonder if I could have the honor of your presence this evening to discuss further your current situation. If it would be agreeable to you, would you meet me at the sign post at the end of Privet Drive at 12:30? The late hour would be beneficial so as not to attract unnecessary muggle attentions?

Please send your reply via the owl that is by now most likely pecking at your hand, begging for treats.

Yours truly,

Albus Dumbledore

PS

Bring your lasso.

Diana had gotten the letter early the previous morning, and she was now waiting in her room, fully dressed and purse in hand, for the time to head to the sign post. She was slightly peeved at how late she was to be out, but she could understand the need for the shadows of night. Meeting a long-haired man, who would most likely appear from nowhere, wouldn't go over so well in broad daylight. Looking at her clock, it read 11:45.

All of a sudden, she heard soft footsteps outside of her door. She immediately tensed up, ready to defend herself if the need arose. She relaxed when she heard a light knock on her door. It's just Harry.

"Come in," he originally had no plans to take her up on her offer, but after a particularly nasty nightmare one night last week, he decided to seek her comfort. He had only come to her a few times, but the dreams were becoming even stranger.

"Hi, Diana, I thought you'd be asleep already. I was just gonna wake you up like usual, but I saw your light on."

"I've been up thinking tonight," she said with a slight smile, "Did you have another nightmare?"

Harry climbed onto the end of the bed and sat Indian style, facing her, "Yeah,"

"Was it the same one?"

"Sort-of," he said, thinking back on the most recent dream, "But then it changed after a while,"

"Are you able to tell me this one?" He still hadn't given her the full details of his dream about Cedric; he just told her that he kept reliving it, except he sometimes spoke to him, blaming him for his death.

"I'm in a long, black corridor with torches lining the walls with blue flames," his eyes were closed as he memorized the dream, "At the end of the corridor, there's a door; I'm heading toward it but just before I reach it, I wake up."

"Have you ever seen such a corridor in real life?" she asked with a small frown.

"No, I've never seen it before in my life,"

"Well then maybe it's your subconscious trying to tell you something, or trying to express something that you're dealing with,"

Harry looked thoughtful, "That could be so. What do you think it means?"

Diana thought for a minute before answering, "The most obvious meanings would be that maybe the dream symbolizes your longing to be accepted by your family."

Harry started at that theory, "I don't want their acceptance! I don't need anything from them!" he said angrily.

"That may be, but hear me out. Don't you think that deep down," she then thought back on how badly his family treated him, "very, very deep in your subconscious, you might wish things could be different between you and your only remaining relatives?"

Harry grudgingly thought over her words, "I guess you're right. But why would my subconscious take the form of that corridor?"

"Again, this is just off the top of my head, but the long black corridor could represent your life with the Dursleys so far, in that it's gloomy and depressing. The blue flames torches could represent your hurt over their treatment of you, seeing as blue usually represents sadness. And the door itself can represent their acceptance. You have to travel down this long hallway to get to it, and you can only ever come close to it but never close enough."

"I guess that makes sense," Harry didn't sound very convinced.

"You gonna be alright now?" asked Diana.

"Yeah, I should be now. Thanks Diana." He got up and she led him out of the door, giving him a light pat on the back as he walked back to his own room."

She was about to change into her nightgown and get ready for bed when she saw the clock, "Oh My Gosh, I forgot!" she quickly crept out of her room, down the stairs and out the front door. The night was surprisingly chilly for mid-summer, so she pulled her jacket a little tighter around herself as she made her way to the sign post.

She waited for a few minutes, checking her watch at random times, before she heard a familiar loud crack .She turned around, startled, to see the old professor right behind her, "Pleasure to see you again, my dear,"

"Oh, hello, Professor; you scared me," she finished with a slight chuckle, "Sorry I'm late."

"It's quite alright, Diana. I was wondering if you may accompany me to my office," he held out his arm for her, which she took cautiously.

"And where is your of-," they disapparated from Little Whinging.

"-fice?" they apparated into a large circular room with many tables filled with odd objects, some which made weird ticking noises and some that blew out puffs of smoke. The walls were lined high with bookshelves and there was a very large balcony. When she stepped onto it, she saw a glorious view from what she guessed must be a castle.

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ms. Prince," he said cheerily, taking a seat behind his desk, "ordinarily, we would not have been able to arrive anywhere on these grounds in the way we just did, security reasons," he added when he saw her questioning gaze, "but I lifted the wards for my office for just this one night."

"The view from the balcony is beautiful," she said as she took the seat opposite him on the other side of his desk, "I'd love to see the rest of the school come time if you'll let me,"

"You may get that chance very soon," he said with a smile, his eyes twinkling as usual, "but before we get down to business, how have you enjoyed your time with in the Dursley household?"

Diana had to be very careful when choosing her words to answer him, "It's comfortable," she thought a little more about what she should tell him, and then decided on the whole truth, "I don't mean to complain, I realize you did what you could, but I have to say that the Dursleys are the most awful people I have ever met. And I knew a man that tried to turn the entire world into a volcano for goodness sake! And Harry, he is probably the nicest boy I have ever known, even though he's had to put up with them all these years. Why on Earth would you leave him to that?"

Dumbledore looked at his own interlocked fingers sadly before replying, "I fully regret having to leave him with his relatives; they lack the knowledge of our ways to raise a child born to our world. But it had to be done. The decision was a rather complicated one on my part; they were his only family left and he would be safest there. The only other option was his godfather, and he was long ago convicted of a crime he did not commit and is currently on the run."

Diana glared at the ground, thinking about the circumstances, "I wish there was someplace else. He doesn't deserve them."

"How have you been interacting with the boy?"

"I think we've become good friends. I've helped him with his chores and curbed his uncle's temper towards him when I can. We enjoy chatting with each other, considering the only other people there are to talk to."

Dumbledore got a triumphant look in his eyes when she said that, "Splendid; I had hoped that you'd get close to the boy,"

Diana sent a glare at him and crossed her arms as she said, "and why is that?"

His expression sobered up when faced with her anger at being used, "I meant nothing by it. It's just that I know the boy has had it hard with his relatives but I never had a way to keep an eye on him while he was there to see to his mental health. And now with the death eaters on the loose, his physical health is as much at risk. Which is why I'd hope you'd get close to him; I wanted to make sure that no harm, mental or physical, came to him."

Diana sighed, exasperated, "You should have just asked. I would have said yes."

Dumbledore gazed at her thoughtfully, "Has he had any dreams?"

Diana was slightly surprised that he asked that, "How did you know?"

"Over the last year, he had dreams regarding Lord Voldemort."

"He hasn't had dreams of Voldemort, but he has had dreams about the death of Cedric Diggory."

"Ah, yes, that is to be expected; though he must have failed to mention that poor Cedric was murdered by Voldemort when Voldemort was trying to get to Harry."

Diana's breath caught when she heard that bit of information, "He definitely didn't tell me that,"

"Yes, it was a most tragic occurrence. Do I take it that he confides in you about these dreams?"

"Yes, I overheard him while he was having one and I told him to come to me whenever he has one. I try and talk to him about it and help him work through the guilt. I think it's actually been helping him a lot,"

Dumbledore sat back and fixed her with one of his calculating gazes, "It seems that you have made a most important decision for me,"

"And what was that?" Diana was still slightly angry, so she refused to look into those tinkling eyes.

"Come September, I would like for you to join the Hogwarts faculty,"