"What do you mean she never received her letter? Wasn't she sent it, just like everyone else was?" Weasly was seriously rude to Dumbledore, the stupid git.
"We do not know why she didn't receive her letter Mr. Weasly. We are doing a searching spell for her now. If you would like to wait you are welcome so it," he said , gesturing towards the seats across the desk from him before reaching for a bowl of saltwater taffy. "Want one?"
"No, thank you Professor," Potter found his manners, apparently.
"Thank you," Weasly's a pig as usual. I shook my head when I saw the taffy shift into an octopus shape & refuse to release Weasly's hand.
"Why are you here, Malfoy? Don't you have some first years to terrorize?" Potter asked when he saw that I was still in the room, after 15 minutes.
Rolling my eyes I said, "They won't let me leave. Don't want word of a missing mudblood to effect the start of term, especially since apparently the Dark Lord has returned. Believe me I don't want to be here anymore then you want me here." It was a half-lie. They wouldn't let me leave, but I didn't want to either. I wanted to know where Granger was & I wanted to avoid Pansy.
"Ah, here's our answer. It seems she's in America with the parents. Oh dear. "
"What Professor?" I let Potter ask the question, since I wasn't concerned at all.
"I'm afraid that no one can be sent to get her. The ministry can't send anyone over there for another three months & no one can be spared from school right now."
"Then what are we going to do about this? We can't just leave her there," Weasly was looking worried for someone else for once.
"I could send one of you. But unfortunately the only one here who seems to have the grades to be out of school for a month or so is Mr. Malfoy."
"WHAT!" It seemed that the dung bats had turned into Tweedledee & Tweedledum they were so in sync. "You can't send him!" Weasly. "Do you think Hermione would even let him take her back here?" Potter. I myself was torn between going, & spending time with the girl I like instead of the girl that bugs me to death, and staying ,& keeping the secret that I like her. In the end though, Dumbledore said that I was the one who was going.
"Those of you that know that she's gone are either to young," he said looking at Ginny & Luna, "or your grades would suffer far greater than you could repair," to Potter & Weasly. "Mr. Malfoy has demonstrated that he can keep good grades with ease. Mr. Malfoy will have rules he will need to follow that I'm afraid the rest of you wouldn't. No more arguing, it has been decided. Mr. Malfoy will go to America & join a muggle school for his sophomore year of high school." I defiantly did not want to go anymore.