THE ARISE OF A LITTLE SISTER[Percy Little sis of boy who lived (Book 1)]

CHAPTER 15 : STRANGE WOMAN

LAIA POV

Okay, confession time: I am a little jealous of everyone. Hey, stop thinking like that. What will you do when everyone is allowed to attend these flying lessons but not you? Flying is the basic and easiest thing for everyone, but you are not even allowed to touch a broomstick. How unfair is this? Is it wrong to ask? But Mum told me that I have another class which is very important for me, so Dumbledore arranged private lessons with someone, and that class starts during the first flying class. That's destiny, right? My fate. Anyway, I am on my way to class. Dumbledore sent me a letter to meet him in his room. Oh yes, I am on my way to the principal's office. Usually, it does not go well in my case. Trust me on this. I often pay visits to the principal's office in my past Muggle schools. Each and every time, I got into trouble. Whatever I told them, they never believe me. But this time, I trust it's going to be okay since it's Dumbledore and my mum asked me to do so.

I reached around a corner and stopped before a large and extremely ugly stone gargoyle. "Oh my god," it asked me a password. The professor had written the password in the letter, so I said, "Lemon drop!" Yeah, I know it's a strange password. What do you expect, pumpkin juice? This is crazy Dumbledore we're talking about. This evidently was a password because the gargoyle sprang suddenly to life and hopped aside as the wall behind me split in two.

Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving smoothly upward, like an escalator. As I stepped onto it, since I had no other idea what to do, I heard the wall thud closed behind me. They rose upward in circles, higher and higher, until at last, slightly dizzy, I saw a gleaming oak door ahead, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin. Okay, here we go. I'm going to the principal's room in my first month at Hogwarts. Oh great, Percy, you're improving. So I knocked on the door, then the door automatically opened. I think it's my cue to get inside, so I got inside. My, my, whoa, it's the best place I had ever seen. It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises.

A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tattered wizard's hat — the Sorting Hat.

Dumbledore sat majestically on his chair behind the table. I was lost in his twinkling eyes. I recovered when he started speaking.

"Ms. Black, I see you came here on time. I expected otherwise, since you've been expelled from every Muggle school you've attended." My blood rushed to my face, and I replied,

"Ummm, it's not—"

But I was interrupted. "I know. It's not your fault."

He gave me a bright, trustworthy smile and continued, "Your teacher will be here in a few minutes. I don't think she's punctual..." He was interrupted by a middle-aged lady. She was wearing a simple cloak, but she was intimidating. I don't know how to express that feeling in words. She gave me the sensation to bow before her. I restrained my sensation before, and of course, she noticed that and said,

"Hmmm, interesting. Not bad."

"Sorry, but I don't get what you just said, ma'am."

"You will know in time, Laia. By the way, nice name."

I really hate when everyone keeps telling me that. Oops, sorry, I don't mean about my name. I really love my name. About the part, I will know everything in time. I don't know when this particular is going to come. I remained silent, so Dumbledore took that as his cue. He greeted her.

"I am so pleased about your idea to come here and teach her."

"Oh, please don't mention it. What I have to teach her will play a major role in her future. I'm sorry to say this, Laia, but you will understand everything in time. Hmm, Albus, if you excuse us, we will start our classes. I expect you not to discuss where our classes are going to commence with anyone else. By the way, it's really better even if you don't know. I think you may understand why. Excuse me."

"Oh, it's alright. You can start your classes wherever you want. It's my pleasure to meet you. I expect you here after classes for maybe some talk."

"Sure, we will meet very soon. Now we take our leave." She turned to me and asked, "Shall we?" I nodded and said to the principal, "Thank you, Professor."

We reached the seventh floor and stood before the wall. After a while, a door appeared. We got inside. There was nothing except two armchairs, and she let me sit in one while she took the other and started speaking.

"We haven't introduced ourselves yet. Let me introduce myself first. I am Hecate Olympia."

"Like the Greek goddess of magic?"

"I see you know Greek culture."

"Yeah, about a few things, yes. My mum had told me stories."

"Not bad, Laia. You are worthy then."

"Worthy for what?"

"I'm sorry, Percy. I can't tell you right now, but trust me on this. You will have a better life without knowing everything you don't know."

"Um, sorry, what did you call me?"

"Oh yes, I know your name, dear. I'm the one who suggested the idea of two names. I will tell you in the future, not right now. Just remember, when that time comes, you have to face something you don't want. Trust me, enjoy the present, feel the moment which you have, and trust these lessons will play a major role in the future. I suggest you not mention anything about what you learn here to anyone. I mean anyone. That includes your mum, Remus, Albus, and any of your friends until I tell you, okay?"

"Er—okay."

"Trust me, Percy. It's for your own good and for all you love. I'm not going to teach you anything today, but I'm going to give you a seed regarding our next lessons. Search about Occlumency and gather as much information as you can. Any doubts?"

"No, ma'am."

"Okay then, you can leave. And one more thing, don't mention this place to anyone. I'll send a letter about our next session."

"Er, yes, Professor. Thank you." With that, I left, and just one thing I had on my mind: this woman is really very strange.

QUOTE:

"I am what I am and I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used to say. There's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with." - Hagrid; The Goblet of Fire

HEY GUYS, THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT AND THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN. I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO MY LIL SIS WHO INSPIRED ME TO WRITE OR EVEN IMAGINE ABOUT THIS. SHE ENCOURAGED ME LIKE LAIA ALWAYS DOES TO HARRY OR VICE VERSA. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUTTY PAPA. PLEASE DON'T EVER ASK ME TO SAY THIS AGAIN, BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS MY LIL BABY