Mouth gaping, eyes bulging out, they looked like cartoon characters. I'm pretty sure I was like this too after I found out the falling of Dumbledore was me. I spent two days in my dorm room and I kept my distant from Grandfather thinking it would help but him being the Headmaster and my grandfather it was hard to hide from him.

"Wait. Wait," Hermione gasped almost like she was out of breathe. "If you are Dumbledores weakness then what are you to him a friend or a foe? Also how do we know to trust you?"

"Let me start from the being, considering its a long story", I laughed at them when they groaned. "Also I hate when people interrupt me so if you could please kept your questions to yourself a then I thank you.

"The Orphanage Annie was a very infamous orphanage in a village of Ireland. Charity was never given, many of the children often died of hungry or were physically abused-a gasp from Hermione and Ginny- until there poor little bodies couldn't take it any longer. And despite the odds a young little girl never appeared to be malnourished or hurt at all, though from the say of the caretakers she was always hit but the bruises and scars where gone the next day. Her name was Olive Remmy.

Food was always something hard to get so why did she look so healthy. She tired to run away but the cops always found her and sent her right to the caretakers which earned her another round of beatings. It was during the night that she finally escaped, she was eleven then-"

"Wouldn't she have gotten a school letter already? Ow! What the hell was that for?!," Ron whined at Ginny who had her hand clenched in a fist still hovering over his head .

"Will you just," Fred began.

"Shut up!," and George ended it.

I rolled my eyes at them,"I'm getting to that part. Patience is everything you know. Anyways...

she made sure to steal money from the caretakers. With the money she bought a ticket to London, England, when she got there a man with shoulder length dark hair and a small beard forming got up off a bench and walked right up to her, he looked straight at her with bright twinkling blue eyes and laughed.

"You gave the Ministry in Ireland quite a scare. If a young wizard was out causing havoc we surely would be found out," he said lightly.

"Wizard? But they aren't real just myths," she said.

"Oh but you are quiet mistaken. Magic is always around us in fact me and you are magical, Miss Remmy. We -along with many other people- are born magical."

"Born magical? Your absurd, a nutter! I'm nothing special not even magical just a lonely abused run away! Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get....somewhere."

She turned ready to walk away and forget this conversation but the man spoke up instead, "My name is Albus Dumbledore, I'm a teacher at a school for young witch and wizards, Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. I would like it if you were to attend."

"Is this a joke!? That horrible orphanage put you up to it didn't they?"

The Dumbledore man just shook his head the twinkle in his eye gone and being replaced by a serious glim,"If you come with me you will no longer need to go back there."

He gave her his hand and she knew this hand could change how the lived for the rest of her life. She wouldn't need to starve to death or be beaten every day she knew that if she took this mans hand she would be safe. So she took hold of it." I stopped just as Molly's voice rang up the floor telling us about lunch.

As all the kids got up to leave Harry turned to me ,"is that the end of the story?"

I shook my head dreading what was to come but it had to be said,"There's still a lot more. But I'll tell you after lunch."

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Hey it's me! Srry it's short but I wanted to cut off at this part to come up with the rest of the story but I think I know what to do already. I think you guys will like it too. Thanks for everybody reading and voting it really gives me motivation to write more! :)