His Daughter 1 | HP/Twilight

6. Dumbledore and Diagon Alley

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The next day I completely ignored everyone and stayed up in my room. The questioning session last night had me pissed off at the others. They brought back memories that I was hoping to never see again. I was again grateful that I had taken extra DA classes in third year to master Occlumency or Edward would have seen everything.

Someone was coming from Hogwarts to take me to buy my school supplies today. I didn't really need someone to come with me, I had been to Diagon Alley before, my mother would come with me every year during the beak to help me buy what I needed before sending me back to France. I spent the early morning in my room reading my copy of Magical Theory: Grade 7, it had far more advanced magic than my soon-to-be fifth year level, but I had always been a bit of a nerd. Perks of having no friends because your father is the most feared and hated wizard of all time.

I heard the doorbell ring, flinging my book onto my bed, I sped downstairs. As soon as I rounded the corner, my attention was on the old man in the doorway talking pleasantly to Esme. I slowly walked up to them while taking in the man's appearance. He had a long, midnight blue gown that flowed down to his feet, half-moon glasses were perched on his slightly crooked nose and his face was both wise and old. The rest of my family was in the adjacent room giving the man some questioning looks. I suppose that he would look a bit strange for people who knew nothing about magic, must be the star-printed deep blue robes that the man was wearing and the huge white beard.

"You must be Miss Thomas. I am Professor Dumbledore." He held out his hand and I lightly shook it.

"It's nice to meet you, sir." I had heard and read many books about this wizard. He was thought to be the greatest wizard of all time, he was a great mystery in many aspects. None new how old he was or why he is as powerful as he is. All I was sure of was that he was respected and admired throughout the entire wizarding world.

"How long will you be out?" Esme asked being the overprotective parent she is.

"We will return in three hours since Miss Thomas has most of the essentials already." I knew he was talking about my wand, cauldron, basic potion ingredient kit, though it needed a refill.

"Are you ready to go? We have many things to buy and places to go." I nodded at him and shyly smiled, I was greatly intimidated at his reputation and power. I knew he was at the top of my father's hit-list.

"See ya later, guys!" I waved to everyone in the living room and the waved and said goodbye as well. I stepped out the door where Dumbledore was waiting for me.

"Then follow me Miss Thomas." We started walking down the driveway and I felt the confused stares of my family on our backs probably wondering if we planned on walking there, when we were really only waiting until we were out of sight so we could apparate. Even though I was able to apparate on my own, I was restricted by doing so in England due to the fact that I had the Trace on me.

Dumbledore held out him arm and gestured for me to link my arm through his. As soon as I did so, the feeling of being squeezed through a small tube while being spun around so fast that you felt as if your brains would be forced to liquefy and run out of your ears came over me. It was by far one of the worst sensations to be felt and it left you nauseated, breathless and dizzy for quite a while afterwards. It didn't affect me as much because I had done is many times before and grown accustomed to it. We appeared at the dirty front of the 'Leaky Cauldron'. It was charmed to look uninviting to anyone who did not know what was really inside. The only people who went in there were wizards or had their memory erased so that they wouldn't ever enter the pub again. We walked into the crowded bar which was full of patrons shouting and talking loudly while drinking mugs of beer. The bartender look tired and worn out, I looked at a poster on the wall advertising the English Wizarding News Paper The Daily Prophet. The poster had a large picture of a teenage boy on the front and the caption read: Harry Potter: "DISTURBED AND DANGEROUS!"