Katherine was led by Dumbledore through so many halls that she lost. With each turn he made, a seemingly new, unexplored part of the castle unfolded before her eyes. The hallways were mainly covered in paintings with sleeping figures, who probably got a lot more sleep than the paintings in the main school. The few that she met were very grumpy, to say the least, in spite of their quiet, undisturbed habitat. Soon, Dumbledore came to a halt in front of a large, stone statue of a .
"Oil lamp," He spoke, (what an odd password? Katherine thought), which revealed a long, winding staircase.
He began to climb, as did Katherine, not far behind him. When they had reached the top, a somewhat familiar room came into view, Dumbledore's office. The memories of the immensely covered bookshelves had not changed, only slightly with a few more books crammed into it, threatening to burst. His long desk with a single oil lamp was still their, but now, very messy and covered in stacks of paper.
"Come, sit," He said, drawing up a chair to his desk. Katherine sat, looking up at Dumbledore, who, had set his half-moon glasses on his desk and rubbed his wrinkled forehead.
"Miss Black," He said gravely, "I have some most unfortunate news,"
She looked up at him, hoping it wasn't the thing she dreaded the most.
"Your mother has sadly passed away," He bowed his head deeply.
He said it. Her mind was racing. What would happen? Where will she go? What should she do?
All these questions burned her mind as her eyes started to fill with tears. Dumbledore passed her a box of tissues before everything around her turned into a blur and began to spin uncontrollably. All of a sudden everything went from being a cozy study to a muddy field, which seemed to be surrounding her childhood home. At the front door, she could see a figure inspecting the house vigorously. Katherine ran towards the silhouette, in hopes that her mother could still possibly be alive. But to her misery, it was only Professor McGonagall.
"Oh Katherine, dear," She said looking down to where she stood, "My sincerest condolences,"
Katherine simply nodded and wiped her face on the long sleeve of her robe.
"Would you like to go inside? Maybe to see if there's anything you would like to take." McGonagall tried to lighten the situation.
"OK," Katherine tried to smile as she walked into the house. It felt empty without her mother always running around doing something or another. Katherine walked around it, slowly looking at each of the moving picture framed and mounted on the wall. She smiled to herself through tears and carried on through the house. Soon she was taken to the attic, where her bedroom was. The curtains were drawn but a bit of sunlight shone through. She walked over and thrust the curtains open, letting the light seep into the room. Her bed was made neatly, the covers were hand-embroidered with sunflowers, her favorite, and beside her bed was the same picture of her mother and father's wedding. She never took it to Hogwarts, even though it was her most prized possession, she always feared losing it. She crouched down under her bed and pulled out her old trunk. It was a bit smaller than her school trunk but it would have to do. She patted the surface and opened it. She then picked up the frame of her parents and dusted it before putting it neatly into the trunk.
It was not long before she had filled the trunk. Not to the brim, but a few things she didn't want to collect dust. The trunk consisted of different picture of her and her parents, pieces of her mother's jewelry and some books from her mother's old study. Katherine took one last brief look at her old home before setting off towards the place where McGonagall and Dumbledore were standing.
"Finished?" He asked her brightly, a hint of his old cheery self back in him, "Well, I have an important meeting with the Ministry to talk about your current state, you will be returning back to Hogwarts with Professor McGonagall."
A thought suddenly struck her, "Wait, you cant send me to an orphanage, sir, that just cant happen." She said desperately. His kind eyes met hers.
"I will do anything in my power to avoid that, but I cannot make any promises."
That was the last thing she heard him say before her and McGonagall Apparated.
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