Ok. This is the only update on this story this month because I have writer's block. Things are just getting interesting in the story, but I have to come up with a plan for the story to happen before February hahaha... Can you believe I've been writing this story for nearly 2 years and I'm not at 50 yet? Well, I guess it's because I only get out 1/2 a month and stopped for a good 6 months. I'll stop ranting right about now. Anyway, do read on because this part's really important to the story.
I stopped reading that half way through. Can you blame me?
The first day back at Hogwarts was finally here. You packed your things, boarded the train and found a compartment, still unable to comprehend your dream, complementarily given by Emily.
You stared at Ron's neck across from you, the locked still hanging around it. He was pale and slowly turning a sickening shade of green that you had seen him for days.
The compartment door swung open to reveal, "Maffy!"
"Hey, cheeka. You must have grown."
"No, you must have shrunk."
"Yeah, you must have grown at least an inch, maybe more!" He cried sarcastically. You hit his arm playfully, just as Luna and Leona came through the door.
"Hey girls!" Ginny called from somewhere at the back of the compartment.
"Ok, is anybody else thinking it's getting a little," You jiggled around, "squashed in here?" Everybody squirmed about awkwardly. You left with your three best friends just as Neville turned up. You chose to leave them to it.
Ah! Back to Hogwarts.
As you entered the doors, you breathed in the familiar scent of Hogwarts; the familiar scent of home. "Ah! It's good to be back."
"It is," Leona pushed you from behind. "However, you're blocking the doorway; nobody can get through!"
"Oh, right. Sorry." You grinned cheesily, having not notice the large amount of people complaining behind you. You quickly rushed out of the way, bumping into someone.
He turned around, "Are you ready?"
"Yep, you?"
"Of course. Now hurry up. Go and get your diary. We're going straight after the feast."
"Diary?"
"Yes, diary. The 'Slytherclaw' book. You know the one?"
You pretended that you'd known it was a diary the whole time. Obviously you had no clue, not ever having opened the book. You smiled. "Oh yeah! Right, of course." You ran up the stairs at top speed to the Common Room and your dorm room, where it had sat for a good few months. After collecting the book, you ran back down the stairs, panting heavily as you plonked yourself down at the Gryffindor table, flicking through the pages thoughtfully. The book was empty, he had been right. The pages were much like parchment; they were not lined and you would not have noticed it was empty, nor would anybody that had not opened the book. Dinner, or the 'evening meal' as McGonagall now took to calling it, passed by rather uneventfully.
That's a uh... Diary? What's so important about it. (me: well... nothing really.. haha. Oops! Well. There could be. =) You just don't know, do you?)
Your feet hammered heavily down the halls; rushing at this pace seemed to be almost unneeded, but you weren't sure due to the fact you had no idea what you needed the headmaster for to start with.
"Polos."
"Chewing gum."
"Canary creams."
"Liquorice."
"Stardust?" You asked desperately.
"Sherbet Lemons?"
"Ton-tongue toffees!" You cried out in distress. At last, the gargoyle swung aside to reveal a long, spiralling staircase. As your footsteps echoed through the halls, the paintings all looked at you in malice. You stuck your tongue out at one of them. The door bellowed out, "Come in!" as you knocked.
You walked into the office briskly and quietly, closely followed by Dragon, who was so prompt on your heels that you were sure you'd never seen him so nervous. If it was nerves...
"Good evening, Professor," He murmured, before averting his eyes to the window. He seemed fixed where crisp snow and dew hung from every tree branch and plant leaf. Late winter had set in; ice covered the lake, and you too bowed to stare out of the window, but not before eying the man before you with his twinkling eyes and long, greying beard. He had a mug on his table.
"You don't mind do you?" He asked, taking a sip. Blatantly, he did not think he had yet been found out with his Polyjuice Potion.
"No. Not at all." You wondered how he managed this so calmly. How this man, or woman, person had gotten their stock of Dumbledore's DNA (probably hair.) You added to think, 'No matter. It's almost definitely Polyjuice Potion.' "You wished to speak with me Mr. Compone, Miss. Granger?"
"Yes," Dragon removed his face from the window pane. "It's about time she knows about the truth concerning her, I do believe."
"About?" He queried, twining his hands together as he, no as Albus Dumbledore, always had done. As if there was more than one truth concerning you.
"About Slytherclaw."
WHAT? WHAT ABOUT IT? (me: read on to find out!)
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He opened it, "You have not written in it, I see?" He closed it again. What would you have written in it? As he tapped it with his wand, just the once, it vanished.
There was a few moments silence in which none of you spoke. Then, as a result, when it seemed like all hell had frozen over, the fake said something. "I think you ought to take a seat," Oddly enough you complied. "Slytherclaw does not, neither has it ever, existed."
You wondered excitedly, "So does this make me the first?"
"In a way."
"In a way?"
"And in another way, no. There are many. Every Ravenclaw has the potential for being a Slytherclaw."
You assumed, "And every Slytherin."
"No."
"Do expand, explain. I want, no I need, to understand!"
"There is a reason for Dragon being in Slytherin. It was not completely his fault." You frowned further. "He has a mission, a quest if you will, that needs to be fulfilled." Before you spoke, he held his finger up, "A mission which neither he nor myself can tell you. Unluckily, you seem to have gotten stuck in the middle. Leona arrived late for a reason, and so did I.
"I placed a spell on the hat. Confunded it if you want," He went on to explain. "Everybody who had the hat placed on their head between those 5 minutes would be put into Slytherin. But the plan backfire; the spell wasn't strong enough, not nearly as strong as I thought it would be. The riddle, or the rhyme, spoken by the hat was one of my own, just incase you weren't placed into Slytherin. Not one of my best I admit. I honestly did expect you to be placed into Gryffindor though, and for that I'm sorry."
"Am I meant to be a Ravenclaw then? Just a normal, plain old boring Ravenclaw."
"Well. I wouldn't say that. Normal? Boring? Certainly not."
"Ok. Thanks, headmaster," The two of you left and at the foot of the staircase you stopped to speak with Dragon.
"Please don't tell the others about this," You placed a hand on his arm.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
As you whispered, "Thanks. I like things just the way they are," in his ear, you planted a kiss on his cheek as a sign that you now trusted him.
Well. I put a huge rant in at the start so there's not much to say. But I could have another plot line for before February. One just formed like right this moment. Haha message me with your ideas! Check my homepage often. Cookie, xx
