The Magical House of Dumbledore (A Marauders Love Story)

Chapter Two.

For now on, despite my awkwardness, I sat at the teacher's table for dinner, lunch, breakfast and all that. And where I slept, I got a room in the Headmaster's office area.

I found my things were in there.

"Miss Davidson, I know all very well that you're confused," Professor Dumbledore said. "Take a seat."

I was confused, and I did take the seat... into my room, making him chuckle. I brought it back, and sat on it, grinning. "Yep, I'm confused."

"You being put in the Headmaster's house means that you are inplaceable, and that you are an extremely powerful witch, it also means, you're going to be the Headmaster if I step down, or if I die before you," he said.

I nodded.

"Now, we thought this had stopped, as I am the fifty first from the last," he said. "It might have been a boy names Tom Riddle, but he was the Heir of Slytherin," he said. "We would never know.

"As this is, you're to attend at least one class with all the houses, and one of each with the head of that house. So, you're definate Gryffindor class is Transfiguration, Charms with Ravenclaw, and that leaves Herbology with Hufflepuff."

"I'm not going to be very popular there..."

"And why is that?" he asked.

"I cannot pronounce their name," I said.

"How do you pronounce it?" he asked.

"Pufflehuff," I said. "Closest I got to it was Puff--- P-- Fluffle... Fluffle?" I laughed at myself. "Hufflehuff," I said after like twenty more tries.

"I can see your predicament," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "For your other classes, I am to teach your other classes, unless it is flying, I prefer not to fly if possible."

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter," Dumbledore said, beaming at me.

"How is it possible that there is a student--" Professor Slughorn, who I sat next to at dinner, trailed off when he saw me.

"She was, as the hat says, inplaceable," Professor Dumbledore said.

"How is it just possible, though?" he asked, looking at me strangely.

"Ah, Horace, only she and I are to know of the other reasons," he answered.

"Oh, fine, Albus," Slughorn said, then he left the room with an air of annoyance.

"He is obviously not pleased about not knowing," I said.

"I am afraid he will try, and collect you," he said.

"Collect?" I asked, with an eyebrow raised.

"He is the type of person who will collect people who he believes will do well," Dumbledore said. "Outside of school, that is."

I nodded, and yawned.

"Bed," we both said, laughed, and I walked to my room, which was an EPIC room, and I fell asleep easily.

The next morning, I woke up by a bloody beautiful bird, who was nibbling at my nose.

I laughed. "Okay, I'm awake, I'll just get into my robes," I said.

The one thing I really hate about robes, is that it feels as if you're wearing a dress, and a baggy dress too. I wore a singlet underneath and jeans. My robes were black and purple, with a white phoenix, that seemed pretty bright.

And I put on random shoes I had, and went down to breakfast.

"Harley!" Lily called out. "Do you want to sit with us?" she asked, gesturing to a group of girls who were staring at me in shock.