Chapter 7

How did it happen? Where was I? I blinked and got used to the dim light. I was in a secret lab cavern or something. Lots of machinery and junk.

"Yes. My plan worked. Her powers can be summoned and used. Now I can rule the world!" The shadowy figure, which had been rubbing its hands together menacingly came into the light and let out an evil laugh. I could almost imagine him saying 'Muhahahahahahaha'. He was a short, fat, evil-looking wizard with an insane greedy gleam in his eyes.

I wanted to get away, to go back to my normal, magic less, non-dangerous muggle life. At least there I wouldn't be considered a freak, or be summoned by one.

Suddenly, I was back on my four-poster at Hogwarts, lying on the bed.

Sorina lifted her head and stared at me. Then she buried her head in her hands again and shook her head.

"What? It wasn't my fault!" I said, shivering.

She just kept shaking her head.

"Let's go. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts…" She trailed off, staring at me, then broke her glance and went over to her chest.

We got our books and wands and we went. The teacher, when we walked in, was talking to a boy in front.

He looked up and saw me.

I blushed. He was kind of young, with night black hair, and startling green eyes. I then realized that he was looking at Sorina. Not at me. I felt disappointment wash over me. He was a really cute teacher. Really tall too. Especially compared to short, old Flitwick.

Sorina was talking to Nicole.

"C'mon. Let's find our seats." I said, giving her a pull towards the front.

She frowned at me. "I'd sorta rather sit in the back here, next to Nicole. She replied.

I sulkily agreed and sat down, almost forgetting my embarrassment at what had happened minutes earlier.

"Hello." Said the teacher smoothly. I squirmed around in my seat. "I'm Professor Potter, your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. This year I'm going to be focusing on…"

I didn't hear the rest. 'Professor Potter?' A black haired man with green eyes? HARRY POTTER! But J.K. Rowling, I mean, Professor Rowling, had only written up to the fifth book. How could Harry be in his twenties when he was supposed to be only 15 years old? 'Wait a second!' I thought, backtracking. I thought Professor Rowling had only written the Harry Potter books for fun. Was she really trying to warn muggles about You-Know-Who? I mean, Voldemort? I was so confused.

"We'll start out with some basics." Professor Potter finished. "Okay. Get your books out to page 1. It's an easy enough chapter to read. Start now." I opened my book and read.

After dinner, that day, I stumbled into the common room and dragged myself over to a cozy, red chair in front of the fireplace. There were way too many steps in Hogwarts and even more ways to get lost! As I collapsed onto it, Professor Rowling came in through the portrait hole and looked around. She spotted me and briskly walked over.

"The headmaster would like to speak to you." She said, practically commanding me to get up, judging by the tone in her voice. I followed her, barely awake after a day like that. Everyone at dinner kept pointing at me and whispering. The whole school must've known about my disappearing act by then! We walked up to a pair of stone gargoyles.

"Puking Pastilles." She said promptly. Soon enough we were in Dumbledore's office. Flitwick and Potter (I've got to stop saying Professor. It takes too long.) were there too.

"Ashley," Began Dumbledore. "It has been brought to my attention that your 'other' powers have been acting up lately."

Professor Flitwick nodded (see! I still can't say just Flitwick).

Dumbledore continued, "It has been decided that must learn to control your powers better as to not…disturb, the other students."

I understood that. Disturbing the other students. They disturbed me by whispering and pointing at me all day long.

"Since Professor Potter, here, also has another type of magic, he will be your teacher. You will report to his office on Friday's at 6 o' clock. You may go now."

As I walked away, back to the Gryffindor tower, I smiled. Lessons with the cute, Harry Potter. Maybe Hogwarts wasn't so bad.