Here is Chapter 2! I will wait for at least five reviews before writing/posting another chapter. -LC
As I stood in front of my dresser I wondered what I should wear. Finally I settled on a pair of jeans and my favorite Harry Potter shirt that had a Phoenix on it. Thinking it was an inside joke of some sort, I laughed softly to myself as I opened my chamber door and looked around before heading down the stone stairs. Once I reached the bottom, I quickly spotted Professor McGonagall and quickly walked to where she was standing next to someone who seemed familiar but also different.
"Seems you have decided to join us, Miss Alertas." McGonagall said, her green eyes looking into my blue ones. Nodding I looked from her to the man standing next to her. "Yes ma'am. This place is amazing however a bit confusing." I told her with a small chuckle. "What with all of the moving staircases." This comment caused the professor to exchange a look with the older man before she nodded to him and he cleared his throat before looking at me again. "Miss Alertas, do you know how you got here or why your here?" He asked seriously but the curiosity apparent on his face.
Shaking my head, I thought for a moment. "No sir, I don't. I'm not even sure what year I'm in." I told him honestly. This caused the other two in the room to exchange another look before he spoke again. "It is the year 1970." He stated softly to which I responded with a gasp. "Seriously?!" I exclaimed before smiling brightly. The man nodded before he introduced himself. "You already seemed to know who Minerva is but I think maybe you don't know who I am, dear one. I am Albus Dumbledore." The younger version of the man I now knew to be Dumbledore himself told me. "Wow! Sir, it is a definite honor to meet to." I said before taking his hand and shaking it vigorously.
He laughed before gently extracting his hand from mine. I couldn't believe it
was him. The Dumbledore I remembered from the books and movies never looked like this. This Dumbledore had long wavy brown hair, a small beard that was trimmed to just past his chin, and no glasses yet. Only thing the same were his kind sparkling eyes.
He cleared his throat before asking me another question that was actually two. "What year are you from and how do you know who we are?" Nervously I fidgeted. Not knowing if I should share this information with them or keep it to myself. "I am from the year 2010 and I am from the Americas." I told them but shook my head at the questioning look I'm their eyes telling me to answer the second part of his question. "I'm sorry but I think it best not to answer that part of the question yet." McGonagall looked like she was going to press me for the answer but Professor Dumbledore put a calming hand on her arm and softly shook his head all the while looking at me. Nodding, he thought for a moment before giving me one final nod and turning around, waving me to follow them as he put McGonagall's hand on his arm which had her releasing a giggle before composing herself. Suddenly I wondered if they were more than just friends.
I followed behind them down a couple flights of stairs before we stopped at a door. Upon McGonagall and Dumbledore mumbling a word in sync, the door opened with a soft click and they were all three walking into the dimly lit room that I recognized to be Dumbledore's future office. Well, it looked completely different but had the same windows, few less books and paintings though, a very big black wooden desk, and many matching rugs. One of the rugs had a black lion curled up asleep on it.
The man sitting behind the desk had looked up as we walked in and looked at us all with curiosity. "Minerva, Albus, what are you doing here?" They both looked at each other before Dumbledore went over and whispered in the man's ear. After a couple minutes, the blonde haired man cleared his throat and looked at me. "Girl!" He called firmly causing me to jump at the sudden sound in the room. "Y-yes sir?" I asked as I took a step closer. "Why do you think you have been brought here?" He asked me. Not why was I here but why do I think I'm here. I spent a moment thinking before shrugging. "Maybe to change something or someone?" I said unsure, causing him to arch a brow and whisper something to Professor Dumbledore then looked back at me.
"Do you think your, let's call it a mission, is connected to something that will greatly impact our future?" The man questioned. After a moment's thought I nodded but didn't say anything. Thankfully he took that as an answer and once more had a whispering conversation with Dumbledore. With one final nod the man stood and walked towards me. I remembered to stay where I was and not shrink away from him as this six foot man stood in front of my five foot five frame just before he stuck out his hand. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself before all the questions." He said with a laugh. "My name is Edgar Scloore and I would like to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry." Taking his hand I shook it and smiled. "Thank you Mr. Scloore. I am very happy to be here." Letting go of his hand I looked from him to Dumbledore and McGonagall suddenly confused. "I don't mean to be rude or forward but what now?" I questioned them.
Head Master Scloore thought for a moment before clapping his hands. "Now as it looks like you have no school supplies or even a wand, you will be going to get those very items." He told me before a bright and excited smile lit my face. Holding in my excitement, I suddenly realized I was without funds to get such items. "Sir, I don't have any galleons." He shook his head and with a muttered not to worry, leaned over his desk and produced a black velvet pouch that jingled as he pressed it into my hand. "Now you do, my dear." He told me and just was I was about to protest he curled my fingers around it giving them a firm pat. Nodding I thanked him with a smile before asking a question. "How do I get to Diagon Alley?" They looked at each other probably wondering how I knew about that and before anyone answered someone knocked on the door.