The Foreigner {Fred Weasley x OC}

11.

"Sherbet lemon," I speak the password the Dumbledore's office. The gargoyle reveals its staircase and I climb the steps to his office. I can't help but feel nervous standing in front of the large door.

Dumbledore summoned me to his office with no explanation as to why. Maybe he knows that my position is in danger or maybe he wants to kick me out of Hogwarts for being such a terrible witch - and I wouldn't be able to blame him for that one.

Before I get the chance to knock on the door, it swings open, I step into the room awkwardly, "You asked for me, Headmaster."

"Yes, I did. Have a seat, Green." He waves his wand and the chair across from his desk moves out. I sit down in the chair and it tucks itself closer to the large desk. Dumbledore stays standing, slowly pacing back and forth behind his desk, "How has Hogwarts been treating you so far, Ms Green?"

"Oh." I say with shock, "Um... It's been wonderful, actually."

"You were not expecting me to ask you that." He smiles through his beard. I smile back, "I thought you might have brought me here to kick me out for all the mistakes I've made."

"Mistakes are to be expected when you are growing. Anyone in your position would be making the same mistakes; no matter how great the witch or wizard."

"I suppose that's true," I say to myself more than to Dumbledore.

"And I imagine your private lessons with Professor Lupin are helping you greatly."

"You know about those?"

He stops his pacing and looks me in the eye, "There is not a thing that happens in my school that I don't know about, Ms Green."

I break our eye contact, "I hope there's no issue with me having these lessons with Professor Lupin. I wouldn't want him to get in trouble just for being kind."

Dumbledore picks up his pacing again, "I do not find an issue with these lessons. I agree that it is a very kind thing for Lupin to do."

"Professor... There is something I want to talk to you about."

"And what would that be?"

I shift in my seat, "My friends... I think they might be on to me. Like, knowing that I'm not who I say I am."

"Is there a problem with them knowing?"

"Well, I thought I had to keep it secret for the security of... You know... I don't know."

Dumbledore takes his seat in the large chair across from me, "There is nothing wrong with telling your friends the truth. As long as you think they can handle it."

"That's the thing, Professor. I don't know if even I can handle it. There are things that don't make sense to me. Things I don't remember."

"Everything will become clear in time, Ms Green. Choose to tell your friends or not. This is a choice I cannot make for you."

"Is there anything else you wanted to see me about, Professor?"

"Oh, yes. One last thing. The holidays are approaching soon. Do you have any plans to return home?"

"I can't remember if my parents wanted me home for Christmas or not. I guess I'll have to wait and see if I get an owl from them. Until then, I will be under the impression that I'm staying here over the holidays. If that's alright."

"Quite well, then. You better hurry off now. Quidditch season begins today and I wouldn't want to keep you from your friends."

"Thank you for your time, Headmaster." I stand from the chair and it moves out of the way for me to leave. The door opens on its own and closes by itself after I go through.