The Baba Yaga Series: The Dead Witch

17. A Sirius Talk with Dumbledore

"How the hell am I suppossed to find this guy's office?" I wondered aloud to myself, bewildered as to how anyone could find it. Seriously! What if there was an emergency and a student needed to find him? God forbid he put up some signs in this place. I was almost about to give up when I then lean against the wall and suddenly felt something solid in my back pocket. Reaching into said pocket I pulled out my phone, you see it wasn't just some phone that you buy at some overpriced store... this was the one I made specifically to work with my magic and functions at a higher and faster rate than anything else on the market. And at the time that I made it, I was really into MARVEL, so I designed it after Tony Starks model. I know that the technology and materials didn't exist yet but everything is possible with magic. I'd even bet it could make Elon Musk jealous! That fucking creep.

Looking at the sleek, indestructible, hightech piece of glass in my hand gave me an almost brilliant idea...if it worked. Opening my device I am giddy to see that it still turned on and fuctioned, I was worried the dementional time jump would have fried my baby. I still need to make sure that all of my gadgets are okay, but I decide that I'll just deal with it later...like most of my problems. Preying to Hecate that this works I go to the little Wifi bar and click on it...waiting a few seconds..."YES!" it works, it works, it works! Full Bars! Meaning I still have Wifi AND Internet access! This just got a whole lot more easy as I won't have to kill myself over remembering every little detail that weren't in the books. Even though I do still have such books, it'd be to much of a liability if someone were to discover them. Meaning I'd either have to erase their memory or... depending on WHO it is, I'll just make it look like an accident before they can get a word out. Good thing they're pretty well hidden. Also wizards suck with modern muggle tech so I don't really need to worry about my phone, but I can still be cautious.

'Thank you plot convenience.'

Quieting down as to not draw any unwanted attention I quietly Googled 'Where is Dumbledore's office located in Hogwarts?' and unsurprisingly it gave me very accurate results. "We're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of ... Hogwarts? NAh that doesn't sound right."

As I was walking there I realized something strange.'Why isn't Hogwarts helping me like earlier... I can feel her magic, but its as if it's distorted and muddled. Like She's there and then she falls asleep. I don't like it, not one bit.'

As I was concerning myself with these thoughts I didn't realize I had made it to my desired destination until I had almost walked passed the large Gryffin statue. I heard a sort of deep thought cough, the kind you would use to gain attention. I turned my head, looking for the source of the sound, when I was only met with the towering and slightly intimidating statue. Scoffing at myself, thinking if was just my Imagination, I look into the Statues stone eyes. "I have an appointment with Professor Dumbledore." Nothing... 'it needs the password, fuckin' great.' After playing a candy guessing game, The Stone Guard finally raised its steps after I said "Licorice Snap."

I was about to knock when the door steadily creeked open by its own accord to reveal to me a large and circular room full of rare and unusual magical artifacts and a large desk with and equally large but lavish high-backed chair in the center of the room. But the thing I most noticed wasn't a shiny metel gadgit or a magical hoo-haa, It was Fawkes, with his Firey yet gentle looking feathers, his intelligent obsidian eyes, and his Golden tail feathers which are known to be hot to the touch. He stood on his perch in what I would assume to be the more shadowed corner of the room, I say assume because his beautiful Scarlet body feathers is what is giving that corner its soft and warm light.

I softly approached the Magnificent Bird as he watched my every move with and equally curious yet warm gaze. I gently reached my small hand up to lightly stroke his breast feathers, which he happily trilled and cooed at, leaning into each stroke. He didn't seem much of a talker, but I was okay with that since there happened to be another pair of amused yet calculating eyes watching me. I knew the old man was there the whole time, I just didn't care in the slightest as I made a knew friend.