❗Warning: May include some mild violence and cursing❗
(A Harry Potter Marauders Era FanFic)
Eleanor Wiffley is a muggleborn witch with a photographic memory. One summer, after she comes home after her 3rd year, she finds out that someone who killed...
(Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all rights go to our Queen JK Rowling.)
(Another side note Dumbledore's end of the year speech, I got it from Sorcerer's Stone)
"Miss Wiffley?" Headmaster Dumbledore asked the brown haired girl softly, twinkling blue gazing into light gray. "Yes Professor Dumbledore?" Eleanor replied timidly, in her soft, quiet voice. "Come into my office after you finish dinner tonight. Have you finished packing to go home yet?" Dumbledore asked the 13 year old girl, who was looking curiously at him. "Yes Professor. I finished this morning," Eleanor said softly, taking a strand of loose chestnut brown behind her ear looking at her shoes nervously. "About coming into your office, may I ask why?" She asked, looking up to meet his blue gaze. "I think you'd want to hear this in private, Miss Wiffley." Dumbledore said with benevolent, looking away from her intense gray eyes, that reminded him of her father, whose stunning dark gray eyes seemed to pierce through one's soul. "Alright Professor. See you then!" Eleanor said acquiescently, a small smile forming on her pale lips. She took a few steps towards the Great Hall, but Dumbledore stopped her. "By the way, lemon drops taste wonderful, don't you think?" He said, a mischievous look in his sky blue eyes, then leaving her to her thoughts. Eleanor gave a small smile, walking into the Great Hall quickly. She walked over to the Ravenclaw table, taking a seat at an empty seat near her friend, Katie Chang. "What took you so long Ella?" Katie asked Eleanor, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to talk to me." Eleanor replied, looking at the food in hunger. "If you say so!" Katie chirped, Out of the corner of her eye, Eleanor saw Dumbledore step onto the podium, and cleared his voice to get everyone's attention. After a few moments, all eyes were on him. "Another year gone!" Dumbledore's voice rang through the Great Hall. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully you heads are all a little fuller than they were...you have the whole summer ahead of get them nice and empty before next year starts... Now, as I understand it, the House Cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with four hundred and twenty-four points; in third, Hufflepuff, with four hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has five hundred and sixty-eight and Slytherin, five hundred and seventy-two." The Slytherin table erupted in cheers, while Gryffindor looked disappointed. Gryffindors glaring at the infamous Marauders for their downfall. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. James Potter simply smirked, claiming that they had more admirers. The Ravenclaw table was happy for second place, but was still upset that they didn't win. Katie was especially disappointed. "Cheer up! There's always next year!" Eleanor said encouragingly, piling mashed potatoes on her plate, using her wand to pour the gravy on the mashed potatoes smoothly. "I guess you're right..." Katie said softly, starting to eat a chicken leg that was she put on her plate, squirting some red ketchup on her white plate. Eleanor smiled softly before continuing to eat her mashed potatoes, occasionally adding more white potatoes and gray gravy.
Soon, all the students went to go back to their dorms, waiting to go back home the following morning. Eleanor strayed from the group heading towards the Headmaster's Office.
(Small Timeskip to when she gets there)
Eleanor climbed the steps, and stopped in front of the gargoyles guarding the office. "Lemon Drops!" She breathed, out of breath. The door slid open, and she walked up the wooden staircase, stopping in front of the door. She knocked twice. "Come in!" Dumbledore's voice came out slightly muffled. Eleanor opened the door, stepping inside. "Sit, sit," Dumbledore urged, gesturing towards the small chair in front of his desk. She did as she was told. "Miss Wiffley, I am sorry for calling you in this late, but there is something important I have to tell you," Dumbledore said softly, not meeting her eyes.
"Your family is dead."
(A/N) This took a while, 707 words! The next chapter will probably be out soon! Here's a picture of Katie Chang:
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