The Forgotten Potter; DM

XIV. Sherbet Lemon

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"Sherbet lemon," Snape drawled out and the golden statue of a griffin-like creature began to spin, revealing a spiral staircase. His black eyes glanced down at the young witch with calculating eyes, "Off you go, Miss Potter."

Ivy gave her head of house a brief glance before standing on a step and allowed it to take her up. As it came to a stop, she stepped off and walked up to the door, unsure if she should knock. She lightly knocked twice before walking in anyway.

Dumbledore's office was certainly interesting. The man was nowhere in sight so Ivy looked around as she walked in. Before her was a table of all types of trinkets and beside it was a sort of golden globe. Around her were caged shelves of potions and magical objects. Above that were many, many portraits all off doing their own things. Some noticed Ivy's presence and waved or tipped their hats as a form of greeting. She waved back at them.

Ivy walked forward and up the three steps to the main part of his office. The walls around her were now filled with books and parchment and Ivy watched the library in awe. She spot a familiar hat amongst the books- the sorting hat. It currently snored away.

"Professor?" Ivy finally called out as she looked around. She heard the rustling of feathers and looked to see the most magnificent bird sitting there, watching her as it spread its wings. Carefully, Ivy began to outstretch her hand.

"Ivy Potter," Dumbledore called out. Ivy stopped herself and looked up to see the headmaster standing above, watching her. "Ah, I see Fawkes has taken your interest. A remarkable bird, Fawkes, he is a-"

"A Phoenix," Ivy answered, her wide eyes going back to the fiery bird. "I've read about them, how they burst into flames when they die and are reborn from their ashes, again. Can I?"

Dumbledore nodded and Ivy raised her hand, gently stroking the beautiful red feathers of the happy bird. As the headmaster walked down, Ivy asked him, "Is it true their tears have healing powers?"

The man smiled and nodded, "Yes, it is."

Ivy stepped back and Dumbledore went to stand behind his desk. "Please, take a seat, Miss Ivy." Ivy sat opposite him, her face falling back to normal. He held out a bowl of sweets, "Care for some sherbet?" Ivy shook her head. He hummed, "I am quite partial to lemon but I have found myself enjoying strawberry on occasion. Tell me, how are you fitting in to Hogwarts? I haven't had the chance to speak to you as I have with your brother. I'm sure it must be difficult being separated from him."

Ivy cleared her throat, "It's been okay. I've managed to settle in and... adjust."

"How have you been since your visit to the hospital wing? You gave your peers and Madam Pomfrey quite the fright. I had been meaning to come speak to you since then."

Ivy nodded, "I've been okay, it was just that one day. I think I was just exhausted, I did come face to face with a troll that day."

He smiled, "Yes, that would do it. And how are you finding being in Slytherin?"

She slowly nodded, "Alright."

"I hope Professor Snape hasn't given you too much of a hard time?"

She shook her head, "No, everything's okay. Professor?"

He set down his sweet, "Yes, Ivy."

Ivy blinked in thought before quietly asking, "Is the hat ever wrong?"

He thought about it, "I have never known any student who hasn't belonged where they were sorted. Do you believe the sorting hat was wrong?"

She looked down for a moment, thinking about herself and her house. She looked back up, "No. I understand why I was put into Slytherin. I quite agree with it. Though, I'm not a Pureblood and Slytherin seems to be exclusive towards them, so there does need to be some changes made."