(((A.N. Yayyy! So this chapter may be shorter then the others, but thats because it's only gonna be her meeting with Dumbledore (hence the title?) ANYWAYS! I hopes you like it, and I want you to now that if you don't want to review, thats ok because I'm not the kinda person that gonna bug you for it. If, however, you have anything you think I could fix about my story then go right ahead. I am happy to look over you suggestions and any comments you do have for me! Yayyy! Back to the story )))
*Elektra's P.O.V.*
Once the gargoyle reached the top of the stairs and faced the door, I didn't even have to knock.
"Come right in, Elektra." Said Dumbledores voice from inside. When I walked in, I found him just sitting in behind his desk and looking through a book. When he looked up, he seemed suprised.
"My Elektra, you don't look very good. This has something to do with why your here two hours early?" I just nodded my head and took a seat on the opposite side of the desk.
"Now would you like to tell me whats wrong?"
"Umm... I'm not exactly sure where to start..." I mumbled, trying my hardest not to look him in the eyes.
"Why don't you strartfrom the beginning?" He suggested. Helpful. Thanks alot. Note my sarcasm please.
"Well you know about the sub. you got for Professer Magonagal?" I asked, slowly gathering up my courage. He just nodded his head and started to look alittle suspicious.
"Well, I'm not exacty sure how to say this but-" He interupted me, which is something Dumbledore would never do.
"I never hired a 'sub' for Minerva." He stated simply, like it was no big deal. My eyes wided and I jumped out of my seat.
"Professer! That means that... That he... he's not... PROFESSER!" I am full-on panicking now, and he just seems as calm as ever. I can't wait to get old... Oh... Umm... What... I'll never get old, so... Scratch that...
"Spit it out Elektra! I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need." CURSE HIS CALMNESS!
"That man murdered my parents!" I shout, and squeeze my eyes shut, as if to close out the rest of the world. I sit there staring at the inside of my eyelids for a few minutes only to return to the world and find it completely quite. Maybe he doesn't believe me.
"I swear that is the man who killed my parents. Please believe me!" But when I open my eyes, I find that I'm talking to myself. Dumbledore has left, leaving the door wide open behind him.