You know it's funny how things turn out you think about one thing one minute and the next another and more fun idea pops up and before you know this story takes a small turn on the path. Just a small detour but at long last we're getting somewhere right? But that isn't for me to decide I just right it's your reviews and messages that keeps me writing. Now I'm being nice by finally doing what everyone has anticipated for a long time.
Chapter 8
The rain hadn't stopped yet and people were reluctant to start the day. But if bills, mortgages, and rents were to be paid, then those who struggled had to trot to their job in the rain arriving in a foul mood and impatient for the rain to stop so they could feel the warmth of the sun on their flesh again.
The rivers and sewers everywhere were flooding over everywhere creating danger zones and a hassle for the traffic in London. A few incidents had all ready occurred and had three policemen doing their best to keep traffic under control while trying not to lose their tempers with two people who had crashed their cars and were yelling at each other that it wasn't their fault.
Mud coated the ground making it slippery and dangerous in some areas of the country. Even with the rain, mud, thunder, and lightning flashing outside on one of the most dreariest days ever the Weasley twins till got up bright and early grinning like their birthday had come early and that they had just won Firebolts.
Fred opened the window in their room, regarding that it was raining buckets upon buckets of rain out side, stuck his head out and breathed in deeply. Ducking inside he shook his head like a dog spraying the walls with drops of water that had stuck to the twin's hair.
"Morning Fred," George greeted happily as he came into the room from making sure that their mother wasn't anywhere in sight. He clapped his hands together rubbing them eagerly, "So everything all set?" he asked.
Without answering, Fred got on his knees and got to work unscrewing a few boards off the floor to reveal a hollow space that contained all sorts of items. He pulled out a patched up satchel and carefully hid it in his bag.
The twins had spent a week designing their bags so that they could smuggle their merchandises out of the house right under Mrs. Weasley's nose.
At least until she found out about it…
In the back there was an small tear that looked like any other tear but if someone (and by someone I mean the twins) were to poke their finger through it and pull the back could be pulled out like a door to reveal a secret compartment. It was completely invisible and only someone who had any interest what so ever in a tear of a teens bag would even think of there being a compartment there.
And that was about point zero of the population.
According to the Weasley's CMU (completely made-up) Scale. The chances of finding anyone who could notice or even care were zero to negative three.
"All set," he replied zipping his bag and giving it a few soft pats like it was a favorite pet to confirm that everything was ready to his brother. "Wait George," he took out a few of their Nose Bleed Nuggets, and other items and stuffed them into his pockets.
"What are you doing?" George asked shocked that his own brother would do something like that, "Mum would know for sure, she'll check our pockets and all before we leave and you want to risk it all already. Are you blooming mad!"
"Exactly," this was one of those rare moments where on twin had no idea what the other was thinking of doing. Seeing that he had completely lost his brother made Fred grin broadly showing all of his teeth, "You see, Mum is bound to check our pockets, but if she sees nothing in them then she'll just suspect and it could lead to her thoroughly checking our room and every nook and cranny in it."
George now understood what his brother was implying, "So if she thinks that she's taken everything then she won't be looking at our bags but our pockets instead!"
"That's right,"
"Mr. Weasley you are one brilliant bloke,"
"Thank-you Mr. Weasley,"
They stuffed their pockets without making it look like they had anything unusual in them so that it would seem that their pockets were where the good s were instead of in their backpacks.
Picking up his own bag and heading out the door George said, "Right then, shall we get going?" he gave a mockery bow to Fred who returned it graciously.
"Why thank you my good fellow care to escort a young gentleman such as myself to the dining area?" Fred swung his sweater as a cape, and continue saying with his accent, "Say isn't it a grand day?"
Laughing George stepped past his twin to their bed, "Not quite old bean," bending down beside his bed; George picked up a scarf and shook out some of the dust before wrapping it around his neck in a throwing manner. "Alright, now I am ready." Tipping an imaginary hat he gestured outside the door, "After you,"
"Oh no, no, no I insist you go first,"
"No for you see-"George fought to keep a straight face, "I-am-a –proper… gentleman!" he snorted.
That did for that statement was just too funny for the twins to handle that they ended up laughing out loud gasping for breath at the very thought that they, Fred and George Weasley, could be gentlemen in any manner other than to joke around.
Chuckling they left their bedrooms, stuffing their fists into their mouths to stifle their laughter. Since it was so early they hadn't expected to hear voices in the kitchen.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, their moving but they're not feeding, not even once!"
Fred and George stopped half-way down the stairs and ducked behind the rails where some coats and blankets were hanging for drying. They had a clear view of the sitting, living, room, and kitchen. But the ones downstairs had no way of knowing the twins were listening unless they made a sound.
Creeping noiselessly, they peered between the coats that were still slightly damp from yesterday's rain. They could see their father, Mr. Weasley, along with Lupin, Tonks, and Moody.
Lupin looked as ragged and worn as ever, his clothes hung dripping wet and were even baggier than usual. Tonks' newest hair color, bubble gum pink, looked even darker for it was wet and matted. Moody was even scarier than usual with his magical eye twitching back and forth repeatedly especially at the windows and doors.
They all had heavy bags under their eyes, and were acting tense and nervous about something. Dripping wet it looked like they had just come recently and would be taking off soon. Judging from the way Tonks was being unusually quiet, the twins could only assume that what ever it was that they had come to tell Mr. Weasley had to be pretty big.
Both Weasley boys looked at each other and as if by some strange twin telepathy read each other's mind in a short message that had mischief and curiosity written all over it. When Moody spoke their attention's snapped back to the three dripping adults in the living room and their father in the beat-up old armchair.
"They must be looking for something or watching for sure." He inquired, "What ever it is can't be good if the Dark Lord wants it."
"Dumbledore has been busy but he said that it was crucial for us to make sure that the dementors only are and that's only if we can't find a way to get rid of them. If they hadn't slipped and let someone see them then we probably wouldn't have known that there were a few in London. I'm pretty sure that it has nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic for sure." Tonks added nodding her head.
Lupin sighed tiredly glancing out the window as the rain beat heavily down onto the earth with no promise of letting up anytime soon at all. It was gray out side and a strand or lighting flashed out now and again, wind blew hard forcing any poor victim who may be fighting it back.
Things have not been going well for sometime; it seemed that whenever the Order seemed to have a grasp on what Voldemort was plotting something else would pop making what they did know make no sense what so ever.
They had to figure out what he was up to before it was too late. It was that sort of genius that had made the dark wizard so feared in the magical world. People would live in fear because of the uncertainty that he left in his shadow. One or two clues may pop up but that was it.
If they were to stay a step ahead of him this time then they had to work fast on anything that may lead to an answer in this web of confusion.
Mr. Weasley then spoke up, "There has to be something that we're missing, why would he send dementors out in the open and have them do nothing except just wander the city for no reason."
"No, he's watching something for sure," Moody inquired. As an ex-auror, he knew how a criminal mind functioned, "he's smart for sure and he isn't the type to just act without making sure of planning everything out where even if something does go wrong he still wins no matter what."
"Sirius is getting restless waiting around and all." Lupin said. "He said that he can't stand being cooped up at least when he was on the run he had the freedom to run around in the woods in the fresh air." Laughing he continued down that train of thought, "You know, the last time I saw him he was about ready to turn himself in he even said it himself saying that it was almost as bad as when he was in Azkaban."
"True but he know it's for his own good and for the lad's as well," Moody said.
All around the room everyone nodded in a grave agreement, including the unseen twins. They figured that they were lucky that Moody was too preoccupied with the discussion which is why they hadn't been discovered yet. As long as they didn't move or even make a sound they might be able to hear the rest.
"Is that all then?" Mr. Weasley asked getting up from where he was sitting, "You're all welcome to stay for breakfast. Molly will be waking up pretty soon and I'm sure you all could-"
"No, Author," Lupin cut him off, "We need to be on our way as soon as possible, we just came here to give you the update."
Bowing his head in understandment, he showed them to the door. Jut as they were about to leave Moody turned around to face Mr. Weasley, "By the way, there is something else that has a matter of importance I wish to discuss with all you."
"Well then spill already!" Tonks said earnestly.
"Not now, I don't want to have any unwanted listeners…" His magical eye rolled around in a hypnotizing way making the room seem colder for some reason.
Fred and George stiffened with fear and the same message played across each other's faces, 'he knows'. Moody had spotted them for sure, it was that stupid eye of his, and it didn't miss a single thing no matter how distracted the old grizzly bear was or how paranoid he was.
"I'm sure you're just being paranoid again," Lupin said, "now let's go before this bloody rain gets any worse."
Moody didn't argue but followed, but not without shooting the twins a knowing look that held disproval and a small hint of amusement in them. Mr. Weasley bid them a good-bye and a safe journey and closed the cottage's door dimming the sound of rain a bit.
Sighing, Author Weasley slumped into a chair exhausted. He had come home late once more last night and had woken up at dawn to answer the door. Things weren't going all that great at the Ministry at the moment. Rubbing his temples he looked into the fireplace too deep in thought to even notice two of his sons coming downstairs acting as if nothing was wrong.
"Morning Dad!" George greeted cheerfully doing his best to make it look like they had just woken up.
Fred pretended to yawn before saying, "Sleep well then?"
Mr. Weasley glanced up finally taking notice in his sons' presences to give them a warm smile. He didn't say anything at all and just kept on looking into the fireplace even though there were only embers left in there.
Fred and George starred at each other with concern all over their faces for their father. They heard what the adults had said but it still confused them a lot since they had no idea what all that meant. Sure that dementors were moving about but that was about all that either one of them could understand.
All summer long the adults have been pretty worried about something and kept meeting in secret. The twins felt that they had to be worried but that wasn't like them at all. They would rather joke around just to keep everyone's spirits up other wise everything in the world would be, in their own words, as boring and drab as Percy.
"Hey Dad, are you all right, you seem a bit worried about something,"
"Hmm," Mr. Weasley hummed, not paying any mind to the boys as they made their way to the kitchen setting their bags down on the floor beside the table. Picking up two bowls the twins made themselves some cereal and started eating when Mrs. Weasley came down stairs.
She kissed her husband on the cheek and greeted him, "Good morning dear, did you sleep at all last night?" Mrs. Weasley studied her husband worriedly, knowing that lately he was worn even thinner than usual. He hadn't come home until it was past midnight and he had risen pretty early.
"Is something wrong?" the plump woman scanned the room and saw her two sons eating breakfast as if nothing was wrong. Even at this early hour she could smell trouble brewing and some sort of plot they were planning already on the way to becoming reality. She narrowed her eyes at them suspiciously, "What are you two doing up so early?"
"Mufing," They said together with their mouths full.
"Don't talk when you have food in your mouth," she scowled, "And don't tell me you two aren't up to something."
She huffed into the kitchen and with a quick flick of her wand had the flour, milk, and eggs mix themselves in a bowl. She got started on cutting up some oranges so that they could magically squeeze themselves over a pitcher. The stove got busy heating up a pan so that the batter could pour into it and begin making that morning's platter of pancakes.
As she worked she went on ranting trying to get the twins to confess their true purpose. "Now what are you doing today that requires you two waking up almost at dawn all neat and ready to start the day when I usually have to dump a bucket of water over the two of you just to make sure you know it isn't night anymore. Hmm?"
"Molly come down," Mr. Weasley said getting up and heading to the table when the smell of his wife's cooking reached his nostrils and empty stomach, "You'll wake Ginny and Ron up and it's the summer."
"I don't care if it's their last day on this earth; they have chores to do and shouldn't be spending everyday in bed." She huffed, "You on the other hand…"
"Molly,"
"Look at yourself Author, you're completely tired and I doubt that you've had a decent night's sleep in nearly a week. I know that we're going through some rough times but that's no excuse to work yourself bone weary everyday you know."
Mr. Weasley sighed knowing that it was no use trying to calm his wife down as she ranted on about his health and well being, once the plump, red-headed mother got in one of her moods then there was no stopping her, she was like a hurricane at full force. Very few ever had the courage or stupidity to push their luck when there was angry Mrs. Weasley around.
Placing a plate of fresh pancakes, toast with a side of butter, a small bowl of chopped fruit, and a glass of orange juice in front of him she got busy washing the dishes and putting them away. Turning her attention back onto the twins she addressed them in a gruff manner. "If you two think I'm going to believe that there is nothing going on then you have another thing-"
"Relax Mum," Fred cut her off getting up from the table with his empty bowl in one hand. "We're not up to anything today."
Mrs. Weasley cocked her eyebrow at that, "Oh really? Then why in the world are you all set to go somewhere when it's raining gallons outside?" As if on cue lightening flashed outside the window and thunder boomed so hard that it rattled the ceiling. A racket of bangs from metal hitting metal followed afterwards.
George muttered a number of curses under his breaths and rather rude names for the ghoul that lived up in their attic. It seemed determine to be even louder than the storm itself.
Unfortunately for him Mrs. Weasley heard a bit of what he was saying and swatted his head with her hand, "Say that again and I'll box your ears so bad that you won't be able to use them for a year." George shrunk away under his mother's fury, mostly because she was currently holding a cutting knife and he had no doubt that she would skin him alive if he tempered her anymore today.
It was Mr. Weasley who came to the rescue if only to save his son from loosing a finger or two. "Now dear leave the boys be, they're up early because they have to see a new student, and Dumbledore asked for them to be tutors for him so that he could catch up a bit. Isn't that right?"
Both the twins nodded confirming what their father had just said, in case that their mom didn't believe them Fred took out a piece of parchment that Dumbledore had sent. Mrs. Weasley didn't even look at it, instead she just pushed it back and grabbed both of her boys by the cuff of their shirts.
"Now listen you two, if I hear that you've pulled something on that poor student then you have better pray that I don't find out about it." The threat was as clear as day and with the rain, thunder, and lightening outside it just made her appear even scarier than ever that she towered over them even though they were a good six inches taller than her. "Honestly I don't know why Dumbledore asked you two when someone else like Hermione Granger would be a much wiser choice as a tutor." She grumbled shaking her head.
She still could believe that Dumbledore had asked for Fred and George even when the owl came with the letter in its beak. At first she had thought it was some king of joke but it was obvious that it wasn't for it had Dumbledore's signature and she had even cast a spell on it to ensure it wasn't a forged note by the twins or one of their friends.
Surely Ron's friend Hermione should have been chosen for this particular job. But no, it was her boys who were famous for blowing up toilets, getting in trouble and pulling pranks at school and now for trying to sell home made pranks that she was sure would soon become illegal.
"Mum relax, we won't do nothing to scare this new kid," George said crossing his heart to prove his point silently crossing his fingers behind his back.
"Honest," Fred added.
Mrs. Weasley thought this over as she put away the dishes. "Well Molly I'd best be off now." Mr. Weasley kissed his wife on the cheek and headed towards the fireplace picking up a battered old briefcase next to the old coat rack.
"Do b sure to bundle up dear, it's getting quite draft outside you know," she cast a worried look at the window which held the picture of a flood almost upon them but still not quite.
"Don't worry Molly I'll be fine," he reassured her slipping on his favorite coat and a scarf. "I'll be home in time for dinner, I promise." Taking a pinch of silver powder in the flower pot on the mantle he threw it into the fireplace filling it with green flames. He waved to his sons and wife as he stepped into the fire and shouted off his destination to disappear a second later.
As the flames died down to nothing, Mrs. Weasley went back to questioning and threatening her sons. "I mean it, one, just one. Remark having to do with you two then I'll bake you in the oven for your birthdays," she wagged her finger at them glaring at them like a tiger.
Nodding they got their back packs and headed towards the fireplace, "You aren't leaving now?" she asked astonished.
"Yep!" Fred chirped cheerfully, "Got to get there if we're going to cover four years of magic in one afternoon."
"That's right," George jeered, "It'll be a down right miracle if the bloke is even past the first year seeing that he's suppose to enter as a fifth year."
"Fifth year!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed taken back a bit, "And they haven't had a single year of magic and Dumbledore expects them to enter so late in their magical schooling since they haven't had any at all in the past four years."
"Yeah, guess Dumbledore is really off his rocker this time," snickered George.
"That or the kid is some sort of forbidden genius of some sort." Fred inquired.
"Now stop it you two!" she snapped, "What ever the reason I'm sure that Dumbledore has his reasons."
"No matter how mental they are…" Fred said under his breath. Mrs. Weasley shot him a glare; she noticed a bulge in one of her son's pockets and immediately knew what they were.
"Hand them over," she said holding her hand out.
"Hand what over?" they asked innocently.
Placing her hands on her hips, "You know what 'what' is, now give them here!"
"But we ain't got…"the twins stopped shortly after that when their mother flicked her wand and out came all of the merchandise they had tucked inside their pockets and clothes in a parade towards Mrs. Weasley before she directed them into the garbage.
Both of the boys put on their best shocked faces in order to hide their grins that were slowly getting to erupt. When she was sure had every single brightly wrapped parcel she shot the twins a dirty a look, "Now get, the both of you." She ushered them to the fireplace. "I want you back by seven and no going anywhere dangerous." She warned them.
Bowing their heads they lined up, one in front of the other, with George first since he was the closest one. Grabbing a pinch of the powder in the pot their mother was holding out he repeated the same procedure as Mr. Weasley and disappeared in a burst of flames.
"You next," Mrs. Weasley said impatiently. Fred stepped up and did the same as his brother. "Hmm, at least now I can get some work done without having to chase down those two all day long just so I can wring their necks from the chimney." She marched off to properly dispose of all she had taken from her boys just as a sleepy-eye girl came downstairs still in her night gown.
"Mum? Wat's all the ruckus," she yawned, "Isn't it a bit too early for that?"
Mrs. Weasley didn't pay her any mind but returned to the task on hand destroying the small mountain of colors with her wand so that nothing remained but ashes. Then she went to the kitchen and got a kettle of water to boil on the stove while she got a plate of pancakes for her daughter.
"Nothing Ginny," she sighed, "Just saying good-bye to your brothers."
Ginny sat down and looked at her mother curiously and confused, "Why, where are they going?"
"Oh nothing, dear," she replied placing the plate in front of the girl before sitting down herself wearily. "They just have to do this favor for Dumbledore that may take all summer."
"What do they have to do?" Ginny asked taking a bite of her pancakes.
"They have to tutor this new student that's supposed to start in their fifth year when they haven't had any magical training at all before."
Ginny practically choked. Had she heard right, that Fred and George had to actually tutor somebody, and someone, to say the least who is entering so late in the seven years required to become a fully licensed wizard or witch at that?
"You're joking!" she said at last, "Wouldn't someone else be more appropriate for the job, like Hermione?" Sure her brothers were bright but they were also practical pranksters who preferred to spend time creating new jokes than studying and made everything seem like a joke.
It was hard to imagine them take anything serious for that reason alone.
"That's what I thought so too." Mrs. Weasley replied gravely, "But, Dumbledore did say he wanted them for the job."
Ginny took another bite of her pancakes shaking her head in disbelief, for some reason she had a gut feeling that her brothers would find way to mess up or to harm whoever the poor soul they were supposed to help.
Glancing out the window at the rain, Ginny shuddered as a streak of lightning flashed outside visible even through the layers of heavy rain. But was one thing was for certain, she thought taking a sip of orange juice, they are bound to leave one hell of an impression on this new kid.
The hard drizzle sounded like nails falling against a metal roof in the huge castle that lay deep in a magically protected ground where it couldn't ever be charted by anyone. To any muggle eyes it looked like an abandoned test sight for the military, but to a witch or wizard it was one of the finest schools in the world to study magic at.
At that very moment a tall, old, white-haired and bearded wizard walked calmly down the stone corridor lit by torches, as if it was a perfect day outside. His half-moon rims laid in front of his twinkling blue eyes that scanned the ceiling and walls looking for something.
Turning a corner the man came upon a group of ghosts chatting aimlessly about the start of the New Year when all the student would be returning to fill these empty halls with their talk, laughter, and gossip once more.
Floating along peacefully they came to a haut when they caught sight of the man, they smiled and greeted him pleasantly, "Hello there Headmaster Dumbledore," said one ghost that looked like a priest, "How are you today?"
"Well thank-you," Dumbledore returned the pleasantry smiling, "Sir Nicholas, Bloody Barron, and to you Fat Friar." Giving the ghosts a short bow. "How have things been for you all?" he asked in a chatty tone. For some reason he always liked to hear of the lives or, in this case, afterlife of others.
Sir Nicolas answered quickly happy to tell to anyone who'd listen, "Just fine why just the other day I attended a friend's 500th death day. Shame that it had to end early..."
"Oh, why is that?" the Friar asked curiously.
"Well his wife hadn't gotten the message of the exact date of the event and...well..." it seemed as if the ghost was doing his best from laughing out loud for it would have been rude to his audience, "She had thought that it had been a riot and chased everyone out of the mansion in her night gown." His transparent features then turned into a frown as another memory came to mind. "It was a good thing she had too or we would have run into a couple of nasty and impudent ghosts who were causing trouble."
The Fat Friar, being a good natured soul and always willing to give everyone a second chance, thought differently "Oh come now Sir Nicolas, surely you're being to harsh on them."
"No, no, no my dear friar I am most certainly not," He insisted, "They were rude, ignorant, and above all an embarrassment for our kind!"
"Yes but I'm sure that given the chance they could be better, it probably was just the moon that got them all excited, that happens to all of us you know," the friar tried to reason.
"That maybe so but they could learn to control it, we all have had to and to have so little respect for others is a, a... a disgrace!"
"I have a question if you don't mind asking." Dumbledore quirked cutting into the conversation easily.
"Certainly not," the Bloody Barron said almost happy to finally have a reason to stop the pointless argument between the two other spirits next to him, "Ask away."
"Have any of you heard of a ghost named Danny Phantom…?"
The ghosts looked a bit taken back by this subject that was presented to them so randomly; surprisingly it was Peeves who had been wandering around looking for some way to annoy Flinch the caretaker and his cat Mrs. Norris when he found the ghosts talking to the headmaster. He thought it would be interesting to stay out of sight and listen to see if there was anything to interest of him.
He was about to leave when he heard the question and chose then to reveal his presence to the other souls in the corridor.
First came his crackling laughter and then his elfish body, "Hehe, what a question indeed!" he chuckled, "Have we heard of a ghost named Danny Phantom!" he repeated as he laughed in the air rolling upside down clutching his sides.
The Bloody Barron stepped, or rather flew, forward pulling out his sword that was stained with silvery blood. "I'm warning you Peeves…" The protagonist gulped and backed up a bit no longer laughing. The Bloody Barron had always scarred him and it wasn't hard to guess why.
Dumbledore ignored this and calmly addressed Peeves again, "Do you know anything of this ghost then."
Peeves glanced at Dumbledore and replied in an oily voice, "Yes sir, he is a very powerful ghost indeed even though he still very young and seems to have a lot of untapped power still." Smiling crookedly he continued, "He's a funny that one he is from what I've heard."
"Have any of you ever met him?"
The ghosts all shook their heads, "No, we've only heard tales and rumors of him and all that I know of him is the same as to what Peeves has already mentioned and that he acts as some sort of guardian between the realm of living and dead." Nearly Headless Nick said.
"But I have to say that I'd love to challenge him to a duel in swords one day," The Bloody Barron added, "I hear he's quite the fighter, that he is." Now that his interest has been quirked he would contribute some part, even if it was just a few words, to a conversation.
The Fat Friar frowned a bit, "I don't think that I approve of someone so young fighting foes that are so dangerous everyday." Disapproval in his voice.
Dumbledore thanked them and continued on his way leaving the ghosts to bicker on the subject a bit longer. Peeves was already bored and had disappeared in the middle of the conversation to seek a bit more fun.
'Interesting…' Dumbledore thought, the more he learned about the subject the more curios it became, there was no doubt in his mind that young Daniel would be a rather interesting one teach this year.
Now he just had to sort out a way to see what he can and can't do, how far his powers extended and for the teachers to promise to never speak of his secret at all.
If… he decided to reveal his powers to the faculty of the school.
He had seen the look of terror on the youth's face when Dumbledore had stepped out of the woods; like a child facing their worse fear intensified by a thousand. But the boy had trusted Dumbledore and by what he had learned on his own and from others. This boy didn't trust many people.
'Good,' He thought, it may be the thing that would save him one day.
Turning a corner and heading down another corridor that lead to the greenhouses, Dumbledore paused for a moment to gaze out the window as the rain came beating down hard enough that no one could see two feet in front of them without some sort of goggles or spell that repels water from one's eyes.
He breathed in deeply letting out a tired sigh and went on his way. Though he didn't have an objective in mind, the famous headmaster sometimes enjoyed strolling the castle for a bit of exercise and to organize his thoughts. Already many things have come to mind regarding Voldemort's latest plots and two teenage boys who are definitely not of the ordinary sort.
Aimlessly wandering Dumbledore somehow found himself near the Defense Against the Dark Arts room when a shrill voice erupted like a volcano out of no where shaking the ceiling and making several paintings on the walls jump in fright at the sound.
"DUMBLEDORE!!!"
Turning Dumbledore came face to face with a small, squat, woman that slightly resembled a toad with her wide mout and beady, cold eyes. Huffing her way down the hall to where the tall, and slightly amused, wizard stood calmly waiting for her.
"Ah, good day my dear and I take it that you must be the new teacher that the Ministry of Magic has sent to teach our Defense against the Dark Arts class?" he replied casually in a chatty tone.
"Yes that's true," she answered back not all interested in pleasantries, "I'm been sent here to make sure that the minds of the world's future wizards and witches are not being wasted on follies that have no meaning, and that disrupt the natural calm of things or cause any traumatizing experiences from getting to close to certain students and their lies and false accusations."
'She must mean Harry' he thought.
Smirking she went on in a matter-of-fact tone, " As you probably already know the Ministry felt that it was best for the students if the appointed a High Inquisitor to the school which just so happens to also be me. Along with me teaching here I will also evaluate the school and pass any privileges or restrictions to the school as I see fit."
"I see..." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye that made Umbridge wrinkle her nose as if she had smelled something funny in the air. "Well I can assure you that the students will of course obey and respond to what they see as right or wrong."
Umbridge blinked at that not sure on what that meant exactly but knowing Dumbledore he was sure to be either challenging her or mocking her for sure and that is something that she simply will not stand for. Taking out a scroll from her bag, she skimmed it quickly until she came to what she was looking for.
"I see that you're admitting a new student," looking up she cast him a glare, "Is that true?"
"Yes, Hogwarts always admits new students every year. I'm sure that you knew that."
Huffing in annoyance, she counted to five in her mind before going on, "Yes but there is a certain student that has caught my eye, one who will be entering into his fifth year instead of the first year."
She had expected more of a reaction from Dumbledore but he merely nodded, "From Amity Park, U.S thousands of miles away and without having a single year of magical education and their expected to come knowing all of a first for years already?"
Smiling, he nodded again.
Now she was starting to get irritated, this man hadn't even blinked the whole conversation. Well maybe it was time to take on a different approach, she thought. "As of now I am instating that no foreign student can be admitted into Hogwarts on any occasion if that person hasn't proven themselves to be up to the standards of this school to enter any year at all."
Dumbledore seemed even more amused than ever, "Very well then, if that is what you see fit then perhaps it is best that we do indeed test the student indeed by all the teachers of the school in their own subject to ensure that no misjudgment has been played out. That way we can be certain that the decision to allow this new student to join us this year wasn't in vain."
"Hmph, good..." as she was about to leave, Umbridge addressed the headmaster once more, "You can rest assure that I will be keeping a close eye on him when he arrives to assure that they behave."
"I wouldn't expect anything but that,"
With a final sniff she stalked down the hall way back the way where she had came from. I'll have to keep a close eye on this one indeed, Umbridge thought. Something was definetely up, and it was her job as the Ministry's personal eye to find out what it was. A child entering so late was unheard of and one from across the sea was even more suuspicious.
This must be a very special case then, marching up a flight of stairs to where the school'd owls were so she could send a message to Fudge right away, I'll have to keep a close eye on him and Potter as well...
So I lied, sue me. I just felt like being evil this time. I mean I know you all must be hating me but who cares! Now you guys can keep on guessing and waiting. But I promise next chapter for sure. I'll try to type faster but give me a break I'm trying to do 5 stories at once remember.