McGonagall leads her away from the Great Hall and towards Dumbledore's office, not answering any of Olivia's questions, simply telling Olivia to, 'be patient and wait.'
They reach the grand Griffin statue, that is also the entrance into Dumbledore's office.
McGonagall murmurs the passwords (which if of course, a Muggle Lolly) and the Griffin slides to the side, revealing the staircase up to his office.
"Come on, then," McGonagall says, stepping onto the stairs, dragging Olivia with her.
"You're coming too?" Olivia questions as they climb the stone stairs. "I thought it would just be Professor Dumbledore and I."
She nods. "As you Head of House, Professor Dumbledore and I decided it would just be best if I was present."
The whole situation is making Olivia extremely anxious; what do they want to speak to speak about with her?
Olivia can see sympathy floating in her eyes, and she looks at her like she is a lost puppy.
"You'll find out in a moment, Miss Potter," she tells Olivia, her voice quiet and calm. "All I can say now is that you need to brace yourself."
They walk into the office together, to find Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, looking the same as usual. Half-moon glasses, long, white beard and an overall aura of wiseness and knowledge.
"Olivia, hello," Dumbledore says brightly, as McGonagall sits down, "please, take a seat."
He motions towards the chair beside McGonagall, and Olivia nervously obey; sitting down and crossing her legs. Almost instantly, Olivia notice herself fidgeting anxiously with her hands. This only makes her fell worried.
"Did you have a nice holiday, Olivia?" He asks pleasantly, obviously trying to ease her into the upcoming conversation.
"Yeah," Olivia replies quickly. "Well, the last part was good, at least. But you probably know all about that already."
"Yes, I heard all about the incident with you Aunt Marge," he says, sounding a little bit tense now. "It was very foolish of you and Harry to run away like that, especially with-"
He trails off, sharing a stern glance with McGonagall.
"Sirius Black?" Olivia says quietly, folding her hands over her lap, looking between them constantly. "It's okay, Professor, Harry and I know.
He nodded tensely again, and takes a sharp breath in.
"You didn't bring me here to talk about Sirius Black, did you," Olivia says knowingly, slowly piecing everything together. "I'm here to talk about...Tom Riddle, aren't I?"
Both of the Professors nod their heads solemnly, looking apprehensive about the topic.
"We still don't know what happenend to you in that Chamber, Olivia," Dumbledore tells me, leaning forward in his chair. "Myself and some of the other Professor are worried about you...we fear that whatever happenend to you in the Chamber is affecting you in a negative way."
It feels like a tonne of bricks has just been dropped onto her shoulders; creating a dark, heavy feeling around her entire body. Olivia begins to feel hot and slightly short of breath.
This horrible sensation seems to happen whenever this topic is brought up, or whenever Olivia remembers what happenend. But she'll never get use to it.
It makes her feel sick to her stomach and her heart jump to her mouth.
"Are you alright, Miss Potter," McGonagall asks worriedly, placing her head on Olivia's shoulder. "You've gone very pale."
"I'm fine." Olivia lies, clearing her throat.
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The Potter Twins and the Prisoner of Azkaban
FanficOlivia Potter, her brother and their friends are back at their third year of Hogwarts, and everything is changing. Olivia past trauma has left her shaken to the core, and it only seems to be getting worse. But new danger is coming their way in the f...
