Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange

Chapter 43

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You were standing outside the doors to Dumbledore's office. Well, it was hardly a door. There was a giant griffin enclosed in an elevator. It would have been more intimidating, had you been more focused. You head was beginning to feel fuzzy at random times, followed by a faint whisper. It wasn't pleasant. With hesitation, you stepped into the elevator, turning back around to look at George. We quickly stepped into the elevator for a moment to kiss your cheek and step back out. Waving childishly as you descended. It made you happy, but you were so wrapped up in what was happening you had forgotten to show it.

"It's all going to be ok. And when you're back up, I'll have snacks waiting."

"I can't wait." You giggled.

The elevator was descending, slowly. It was turning counterclockwise as it went down, eventually revealing the office of professor Dumbledore.

The office itself was...eccentric. It was decorated with kick nacks on every shelf. Some moving, some not. In the centre of the room was what you assumed was his desk. It was intricate and detailed, with a less detailed stack of papers sitting on top of it. There was an empty cage that sat next to it, covered in ashes. There was a sat of stairs that led up behind the desk. You decided to climb slowly up the left one, hoping to find him. Though maybe you were just curious and wanted a better view of the room. As you walked up, you heard behind you,

"RAVENCLAW!" it was the sorting hat.

"So this is where you are all year?" You raised an eyebrow.

"With the exception of the sorting ceremony." It scoffed.

"Sounds thrilling. Where's good ol' Dumble?" You asked it, jokingly.

"His chambers."

"And he will be out...?"

"Soon."

"How soon."

"Soon enough. Now stay quiet, I'm busy."

"Doing what?" You laughed. "Pondering the mysteries of the universe?"

He was silent.

Across the room, you heard a voice. It was commanding and yet frail, you immediately knew who it was.

"The sorting hat spends its time writing new song lyrics for next years ceremony. Now, how can I help you, y/n?"

You were at a loss for words. Everything happened so fast, you realized you had forgotten to create a plan.

"...I'm not quite sure where to begin."

"Then perhaps some tea will help."

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Dumbledore enchanted the teapot to pour you both tea without anyone's assistance. It floated into the air and allowed a stream of caramel coloured tea to flow into each of your cups. You took a long sip, and laced it back down.

"My head hurts."

He took a long sip as well.

"That's terrible, but madame Pomfrey has a cure for everything."

"That's on me, I should have been clearer."

He patiently placed his tea back down. You cleared your throat.

"There's whispers too. And fog in my brain. My stomach sinks at the most random times and brings my thoughts down with it. I don't know why, but I know that it is always followed by death. Once literally, another figuratively."

"Figuratively?" He inquired back to you.

"Yeah. Voldemort. Death incarnate? I'm sure you've heard of him."

He exhaled and smiled, a lot smaller of a reaction then you may have hoped.

"I'm aware I sounds off my rockers. It sounds like nothing, but I wouldn't be here if I thought that."

"You're right, ms. Lestrange. I believe you. But I need to understand more about these pains if I am so to anything."

"There's nothing you can do. I'm here as a warning."

You both were silent. You took a deep breath in, knowing where this conversation was going.

"The difference between this and regular headaches is the whispers. I hear him in my head. Sometimes I even see things. Snakes, dirt, blood. I feel the anger coursing through my veins and it burns!"

You dipped your tea, thinking of George. Of the things you didn't tell him.

"I didn't want to tell George everything...he doesn't need to know why."

There was a pause.

"By now professor, we both know who my biological father is. Cut the bullshit and tell me why I'm here. Did you know this would happen?"

He put down whatever facade he had on. He looked into your eyes, not menacingly, but it was different. When he saw you, he saw him too. You knew that. It made you uncomfortable, but things were getting foggy again and he was taking over. A small tinge of irritation hit your head hard. Just as fast as it appeared, it disappeared, and you were back in full control. It had been on and off like this for days now. Dumbledore saw this almost invisible transaction and softened his face.

"I admit, I've had my suspicions about you. I brought you here to Hogwarts for many reasons. One, everyone is entitled to a proper education. And I am obligated to provide that without bias."

You laughed. He sounded to good natured in that moment. His true intentions obviously did not lay there.

"Two, I see plenty of potential in you. You can help many people, but without guidance I worried you may have fallen into the wrong behaviours."

"That's and awfully light way to put it." You thought.

"And three, I did suspect that your natural connection to your mother and father could help us. Help me. Help you."

"You don't need to pretend with me, professor. If anybody understand selfish motives, it's me. You can run around to everyone else taking about your charity case with me, but not right now. I'm here for answers, not a happy feeling."

Be stayed silent, looking down at the table. Not ashamed, but caught.

"I'm here because my head hurts. I know you can do something to fix it. And I know you placed me here hoping that this would happen. So what are you actually hoping to use me for?"