Dear Lily

Pepper Imp

I walked slowly behind Professor Dumbledore as we walked the school corridors. Dumbledore didn't seem happy or angry but simply hummed a little tune quietly.

We finally stopped in the middle of a hall way where a stone gargoyle sat on a pedestal.

"Password?" the gargoyle croaked.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy, Warty, Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

The stone gargoyle jumped out of the way and the wall behind it started to split into two until there was a passageway that led to a spiral staircase.

"Go on James, this is the only way to my office," Dumbledore said.

Dumbledore was already walking up the staircase. I followed him.

As soon as I walked in, I knew Dumbledore's office was the most interesting and grand office of them all. The room was spacious and circular and shelves of hundreds of books covered the walls. At the end of the room, a large wooden desk with a comfortable looking chair behind it stood. On the table, about a dozen tiny silver instruments sat and and next to the desk, an orange and red bird sat on a perch. There were also hundreds of paintings hung up on the wall, all murmuring to each other. Although all of Dumbledore's office was fascinating, the thing that caught my eye was a silver sword with a ruby planted in the handle and on the blade, the words engraved were-

"Godric Gryffindor!" I whispered in awe.

"Ah yes, that is one of my most prized possessions," Dumbledore said smiling, "Goblin made it was, never rusts and gets more powerful the more you use it."

The headmaster gestured me to take a seat in front of his desk. Professor Dumbledore settled himself onto the comfy chair behind the table.

"Now James, you are if I must say, one of a kind," Professor Dumbledore chuckled.

I felt my face flush a deep red in embarrassment. "Am I in trouble sir?" I asked.

"In trouble? My dear boy, you aren't in trouble at all! Reading a book like that, you aren't the first one to do so," Dumbledore said, his blue eyes twinkling through his half-moon spectacles, "I am in fact, trying to help you."

"Help me?" I asked with a confused tone.

"Yes Mr. Potter, I am trying to help you." Dumbledore bent down slightly to the side of his chair where he seemed to to be getting something out of a drawer in the desk. Dumbledore finally rose up again and held out a Pepper Imp.

I stared at it for a few seconds. "Um, Professor Dumbledore, is that for me to eat or..." I still looked at the little Pepper Imp curiously.

"Take it James, but do not eat it. Keep it with you at all times. It will help you when you most need it," Dumbledore told me.

He rose out of his seat and showed me out of his office.

"Good bye Mr. Potter. I believe you have a class to attend now. And the passageway through the wall sealed shut.