For the next two weeks, all anyone seemed to do was talk about how Harry, Hermione, and Neville had cost Gryffindor one hundred fifty points. I mean, I get it — that's a lot of points, and we probably won't gain them back before the school year ends. But it's just the House Cup. It's not like your family's going to die if we don't win.
Meanwhile, whenever we got a break from classes, Hermione forced us to study. During breakfast, during lunch, during and after dinner — she's insane, honestly. Especially since it's only our first year, and classes and exams are only going to get harder from here.
The week before exams is when Harry, Hermione, and Neville got their detentions. They had to go into the Forbidden Forest at eleven in the night — which I think might be a little dangerous for three eleven year olds, but I guess the school knows what it's doing.
Surprisingly, Brownie swooped toward me with a letter in her beak. I took it from her and then slipped her an owl treat. She hooted happily before taking off alongside Hedwig.
"You finally got mail?" said Ron, looking over my shoulder at the envelope.
I chuckled. "Only took all year."
I opened it and read the note inside.
Miss Jane,
Please visit my office after dinner tonight. The password is 'lemon drops.'
Sincerely, Professor Dumbledore
I stared at the letter in confusion. What did Professor Dumbledore want to see me about? Did he find out I was out of bed when Harry, Hermione, and Neville were?
"Well, someone's in trouble," said Ron, before turning back to his cereal.
"What?" Harry said, looking at us.
"I have to visit Professor Dumbledore's office after dinner," I explained, folding the note back up.
"Do you think he—" Hermione started saying.
A worried expression crossed her face.
"I hope not," I muttered, glancing at the staff table.
After dinner, I walked up to where I knew Professor Dumbledore's office was. A gargoyle statue stood in front of the doors.
"Lemon drops," I said, and the gargoyle moved to the side, revealing a winding staircase.
I went up it and stopped in front of a door with a griffin knocker. Taking a deep breath, I knocked it against the door a few times.
"Come in," Professor Dumbledore's voice said.
I opened the door and stepped into the room. It was absolutely massive, complete with a giant library, many portraits, and lots of tables with various objects and instruments that emitted smoke. Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, smiling pleasantly.
"Good evening, Miss Jane," he said. "Please, have a seat."
I sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"Am I in trouble?" I said immediately.
Professor Dumbledore chuckled. "Not at all."
I let out a relieved breath.
"The reason I have called you here today, Evelyn," he continued, "is because of a certain mirror that you and your friends stumbled upon around Christmas."
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Evelyn Riddle and the Philosopher's Stone
Fanfiction"If my dad could hear us, you'd already be dead, Ron." My name is Evelyn Willow Jane - or, as most people call me, Evie. I've lived with the Malfoys for my whole life because of one teensy problem - not long after I was born, my father tried to murd...
