A/N Here's the second bit, because I realised the first one wasn't very informative

A/N Here's the second bit, because I realised the first one wasn't very informative. This is not a Dumbledore/other character fic.

Three thousand of them stared at me as I walked into that wretched hall.

At first I thought they were looking at the jolly green giant trailing behind me, but no their eyes were all on me.

Now I've been stared at before, I've had people look at me in disgust; posh ladies would snatch the hems of their dresses away from me as if I was as infectious as a leaper.

But this time it was different; most of those kids looked horrified.

'Why though? I'm not ugly or intimidating. And I'm not even badly dressed. What's wrong with me?' Paranoid thoughts trickled into my mind. I felt as if I was the squealer in a mob or a criminal behind the tinted glass (and in some cases I have been) but of course this was worse, three thousand times worse.

The glaring eyes followed me like an eagle on a mouse, and carried on doing so when Hagrid pointed me to the raised platform where a tall, old man stood smiling slightly behind a bizarre white beard.

At this point I really didn't give a shit anymore. I strolled onto that platform and stood facing the man directly. My expectant brown eyes locked with his lightly intrigued steel ones.

Eventually he broke contact by looking to the door. His smile widened and he said in a calm and kind voice 'Good evening Ms Star. I am Professor Dumbledore the head master. Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witches and wizardry, we are very proud to have you with us today. Would you be so kind as to follow me'

Now despite the soothing voice, I noticed he seemed a little rushed, he obviously wanted to get down to business. I gave him big false smile and said in my sauciest of voices 'What? You gonna take me to your leader or the captain?'

Not my best quirks, but It was a very tiring day.

The man's eyes twinkled and he chuckled with mirth. Then in a fluid way he glided me from that gloomy hall and the staring eyes, and took me into the safety of quiet silence.

I could never tell you why, but I saw a kindness in this man. It was then that I decided to trust him, and that marked him the first man I had ever trusted in my life.

We walked silently through those spooky corridors. My cheap pumps squeaked on the spotless floor. Hogwarts didn't look promising at a glance. It was like an oversized catholic boarding school. Actually it was like an oversized catholic, haunted, boarding school. I could have shit a brick when this bloke floats through a wall and decided to show me the insides of his neck. Unfortunately I didn't shit myself; instead I decided to take Uncle Phil's approach.

'What the fuck is wrong with you? What kind of self respecting ghost goes up to someone and shows them the insides of their neck? Sorry if that's what happens in this area, but I'm new to this and I've had a hard bloody day. Seriously, what made you think I'd want to see that? Why would anyone want to see that? If you want a good icebreaker go on Wikipedia you silly fuck'

I then stared the bewildered phantom down; my eyes locked in his transparent ones, which was hard because I had to avoid focusing on this weird moving portrait behind him.

Finally I realised he was only going to float there like a numskull so I dismissed him with;

'Right, now bugger off you twat and learn some social skills while you're at it'

Well the poor bastard gave an alarmed glance at the rather perplexed headmaster, and floated away.

It was then when I began to feel a little bad.

It wasn't one of my best moments and it was stupid to react the way I did. He was only being friendly and at least someone had communicated without it being part of their job. I suppose the ghost's deed was the last straw and all my emotions, such as my deep confusion and rage at the giant's betrayal, bubbled to the surface and finally I snapped.

However the ghost's feelings being hurt wasn't what was really bothering me. It was the fact that Dumbledore hadn't said a word. I knew he was very angry now and I knew I was in for it. In my old life I would never be able to say anything like that to someone without having the lights knocked out of me. Why would it would be any different at school? In fact at that time I was convinced it would be worse and this man was currently choosing which weapon to torture me with. Maybe they use magic to hurt people here?

After a good twenty seconds of standing I suddenly carried on walking from the scene of the crime and Dumbledore followed suit. We eventually came to a statue, which undoubtedly began to talk and with a word from Dumbledore it slid from our path leading to short staircase leading to a rather posh, large door. We climbed the stairs and entered the room, my heart starting to fill with dread.

Quietly and stealthy as a cat I headed to the nearest chair. I wanted him to speak first but too long had I felt the headmasters' eyes on me; I turned around and looked at him. He seemed curious but not judging and I saw nothing of surprise in those eyes. There was no anger there either, which scared me. I had looked at people with eyes like that before but eyes can lie. They same is always expected and it comes.

'I'm sorry' I said, monotone.

The professor smiled 'I'm sure Nicolas will recover. However you did display some points, I have tried for years to put an end to that trick of his. He gives the first formers terrible nightmares '

'Yes, but I was very bad. And now your going to hurt me aint you?'

The smile faded from the man's face. He looked quite sad now and that comforted me a lot. No one I knew looked that way when I said things like that.

'We don't hurt people in this school it is strictly against the rules. No one hurts another student or member of staff, you will be perfectly safe here Zephyr'

Well I must say that confused the hell out of me. How do these kids do as their told? My old boss JCQ must be turning in his grave.

I gave Dumbledore a look of confusion, and finally I asked him what was going to happen to me, I won't go into too much detail because basically it was just too weird. He told me I will have a hat put on my head determining which dorm I sleep in, then he will test my magic with a wand(!) and give me a school bag, uniform and a time table. He then said a strange thing, but something that could of changed my whole life.

'Any questions?'

I looked at him, and smiled. No questions will be needed as they require answers which are not needed. To understand my story you're going to have to learn a truth; I spent the first two months at that school convinced I was high as kite or just generally insane. Reading this you must have found it incredibly strange the way in which I barely reacted to the magic around me despite not believing in it at all before that day. In all honesty however I have gone into a reality for years before, either on drugs or by my own doing. Why would I find this time any different? I spent two months floating by in world that I was convinced was make believe. So thats why I didn't ask him anything else like why am I here? Why have I just found out about magic now? Why can't I go home? Was my mum a freak too? And how high am I right now?

If I did then maybe things would be better now.

A/N will have editing.