GEORGE WEASLEY FANFICTION
Ivy has been on the run all of her life. She's used to looking over her shoulder and fighting her own battles.
What she never expected, was to end up in a school. A safe haven for young witches and wizards of the coming gen...
As promised, Dumbledore was there upon her awakening. He was dressed in a deep plum set of robes, his beard tucked into his waistband. Following behind him was a floating trunk. It was large, nearly the size of the bed she rested on. Before he showed her anything in the trunk, he insisted she eat the platter of food on her bedside table. She did as he asked, eager to see what he had brought her.
With a snap, the trunk opened in front of her. Revealing cloaks of all black as well as some sweaters and other wide varieties of clothing.
"Is all of this... for me?" Ivy's hands covered her mouth in a gasp.
Dumbledore nodded with a smile. Ivy couldn't stop her hand from running her fingers through the materials.
"They're beautiful." Tears brimmed in the corner of her eyes. He gently grasped her hand in his and gave it a pat.
"Come along now. Get dressed into something and we'll get you sorted into a house." Dumbledore released her hand and turned to leave, giving her privacy.
He was gone before she could ask anything else.
Ivy pulled out one of the first things she saw. A velvety black, long-sleeved dress with buttons up and down the middle and a singed waist.
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The dress was a perfect fit. How Dumbledore knew, she'll never know.
Ivy left her hair down and combed her fingers through it. Her body felt different, as if it had been washed clean. And her hair, oh how soft it was. It settled past her shoulders in a natural beach wave.
She cautiously held up the back of her hand to her nose and nearly squealed in delight at the smell. Lavender and vanilla.
Even the dirt under her fingernails was gone.
She didn't care or even want to know how she got clean. She twirled in the mirror and was taken aback by her appearance.
She hadn't seen her own smile in a long time. Ivy should be more weary of what a long day she has ahead of her, but couldn't quell her own excitement.
She caught up with Dumbledore, trying her best to lug the trunk behind her. It was beyond heavy and she was heaving by the time she made it to his plum, thin form. Ivy wasn't sure how to make the trunk float without her wand, so she settled for manual labor.
She glanced out one of the windows with a sigh, it was still quite early in the morning, the castle probably not awake yet.
"You can leave it here, we'll come get it when we figure out your house."
"House?" Ivy asked, always confused when he mentioned it.
"Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff."
"What?" He acted as if that information was more than enough.
"Think of them like communities of your peers. You'll live with the students from the same house."
