Harry Potter and the White Conference
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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4
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Harry Potter and the White Conference
Harry Potter and the White Conference
* Please forgive any errors or inconsistencies, this is a work in progress.
** Obviously the world of Harry Potter is not my own, but belongs to J. K. Rowling (whom I tip my hat to!), and I make absolutely no profit from this. Sophia belongs to me, although any resemblance to real people or other fictional characters is unintentional.
Please feel free to give me any comments or suggestions.
Chapter 1: Finding the Hidden Witch
Dumbledore sat at his great oak desk staring at the parchment facing him. His eyes were partly closed and his lips pursed as he contemplated the problem at hand. He picked up the quill and gently dipped it into the ink. He sighed. What was he going to say? How to write a letter to someone you had not spoken to in almost twenty years? He sat back and thought over the situation again in his mind.
Voldemort was certainly back, and having heard about the Order of the Phoenix from his spies he had been picking the members off one by one. Dumbledore had already had to say goodbye to some superbly talented witches and wizards, many of them his very good friends. His list of allies was becoming short. Every time he sought a new alliance, Voldemort was always one step ahead of him. It was time for drastic measures. He needed to seek witches and wizards from somewhere that Voldemort would never suspect. To do this he had to muster all his courage and his power. Most importantly, he needed the help of a certain young witch, hitherto unknown to the wizarding world. He dipped his now dry quill back into the ink and started to write the letter.
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There was a satisfying ‘pop’ as the cork came out of the bottle. Sophia held the bottle up to her nose and breathed in the aroma deeply. Scents of blackberries and spices with a hint of smoke filled her nose. Delightful. She was just pouring a glass when she heard a sharp tap on the window. Startled, she put the bottle down and went to see what it was. On the windowsill was a small owl hopping around in a circle. One wing looked badly hurt. She grabbed a shoe box, thinking to take the hurt owl to the bird sanctuary, and opened the old window. As soon as the way was open, the little owl immediately hopped up and swooped into the apartment. Sophia narrowed her eyes at the bird, “well, you little faker!” She was about to try and get it back out the window when she saw that the bird had something tied to it’s leg, which the owl was now displaying for her, almost as if he were asking her to remove the burden from his leg. Such was how Sophia was presented with her second letter from Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, although she never saw her first. The letter said:
My dear Miss Sophia Aristides,
I hope the bird did not alarm you, but rest assured, he should be well trained.
{Sophia looked up to see the owl hooting happily as he splashed in the dishwater}
My name is Albus Dumbledore, I am a good friend of your parents.
{She gasped, her parents had been missing for almost twenty years! Maybe she is finally going to get closure in the confirmation of their deaths!}
Perhaps your father still has on the mantleplace that old photograph of him in the Scottish Highlands? Look to the man beside him with the grey hair and you will see me. No, I unfortunately do not know where they are, but you must believe me that it is imperative that we meet. What I have to say concerns both your parents and your future. I cannot give you details in this letter, for the enemy may be watching the post, but we are in grave need of your help.
Please trust an old man, come to London on September 7th and at least let me explain my case and how you fit in. I will be waiting for you at a pub in Cheapside called The Spotted Duck. You will recognize me by the photograph.
Sincerely,
Professor Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster, Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Oh, if you don’t mind, your father borrowed a lovely ivory pipe from me many years ago (you will see my name in the inscription on the bottom), and I would very much like to have it back. That is, unless you are fond of a pipe?
Sophia stared at the parchment dumbfounded. She had heard about Professor Dumbledore, and the photo and pipe which he spoke of do in fact exist! She read again his qualifications... Professor at a school for magic? Sophia thought she should be surprised, and more than a bit sceptical. But the truthfully, she wasn’t. Everything seemed quite familiar. She went past the bathing bird and marked September 7th on her calendar. Finally, something exciting was happening to her!
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Meanwhile, back in Surrey, Harry Potter was furiously scribbling on parchment, trying to finish up all of his summertime homework. He had just celebrated, with the help of Hermione, Ron and Hagrid yet another wonderful birthday (even though Mrs. Dursley made him de-grub the backyard, and help her expand the waist’s on ALL of Dudley’s school clothes). But now the summer was ended and he had a mountain of charms and potions to research, not to mention all the papers he had to write! Rubbing his eyes, Harry went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He started when he saw that there was a strange glow in the fireplace in the living room. Was it Voldemort?? Has he finally found him? He looked around in panic, cursing himself silently for not carrying his wand at all times, when he noticed a head with flaming red hair in the fire. Harry smiled, it was Ron!
“Hey mate! I was hoping to find you here sometime, I’ve been checking every night for the last week! Didn’t want to scare the muggles again.” Ron grinned at his best friend.
“Sweet! Are you here to rescue me again from muggle hell, Ron?” Harry asked.
“Sure, everyone is at the Burrow, even Bill and Hermione are already here. Hermione's helping me get all my paper’s done, and I reckon you could use some of her help as well.”
“Definitely. When can you come to get me?”
“Tomorrow night, same time. Best just leave the muggles a note this time.”
“Will do. See you soon Ron!” Harry smiled, he definitely liked getting out of Privet Drive as quickly as possible. He couldn’t wait to get home to Hogwart’s!
* Please forgive any errors or inconsistencies, this is a work in progress.
** Obviously the world of Harry Potter is not my own, but belongs to J. K. Rowling (whom I tip my hat to!), and I make absolutely no profit from this. Sophia belongs to me, although any resemblance to real people or other fictional characters is unintentional.
Please feel free to give me any comments or suggestions.
Chapter 1: Finding the Hidden Witch
Dumbledore sat at his great oak desk staring at the parchment facing him. His eyes were partly closed and his lips pursed as he contemplated the problem at hand. He picked up the quill and gently dipped it into the ink. He sighed. What was he going to say? How to write a letter to someone you had not spoken to in almost twenty years? He sat back and thought over the situation again in his mind.
Voldemort was certainly back, and having heard about the Order of the Phoenix from his spies he had been picking the members off one by one. Dumbledore had already had to say goodbye to some superbly talented witches and wizards, many of them his very good friends. His list of allies was becoming short. Every time he sought a new alliance, Voldemort was always one step ahead of him. It was time for drastic measures. He needed to seek witches and wizards from somewhere that Voldemort would never suspect. To do this he had to muster all his courage and his power. Most importantly, he needed the help of a certain young witch, hitherto unknown to the wizarding world. He dipped his now dry quill back into the ink and started to write the letter.
_______________________________________________________________________________________
There was a satisfying ‘pop’ as the cork came out of the bottle. Sophia held the bottle up to her nose and breathed in the aroma deeply. Scents of blackberries and spices with a hint of smoke filled her nose. Delightful. She was just pouring a glass when she heard a sharp tap on the window. Startled, she put the bottle down and went to see what it was. On the windowsill was a small owl hopping around in a circle. One wing looked badly hurt. She grabbed a shoe box, thinking to take the hurt owl to the bird sanctuary, and opened the old window. As soon as the way was open, the little owl immediately hopped up and swooped into the apartment. Sophia narrowed her eyes at the bird, “well, you little faker!” She was about to try and get it back out the window when she saw that the bird had something tied to it’s leg, which the owl was now displaying for her, almost as if he were asking her to remove the burden from his leg. Such was how Sophia was presented with her second letter from Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, although she never saw her first. The letter said:
My dear Miss Sophia Aristides,
I hope the bird did not alarm you, but rest assured, he should be well trained.
{Sophia looked up to see the owl hooting happily as he splashed in the dishwater}
My name is Albus Dumbledore, I am a good friend of your parents.
{She gasped, her parents had been missing for almost twenty years! Maybe she is finally going to get closure in the confirmation of their deaths!}
Perhaps your father still has on the mantleplace that old photograph of him in the Scottish Highlands? Look to the man beside him with the grey hair and you will see me. No, I unfortunately do not know where they are, but you must believe me that it is imperative that we meet. What I have to say concerns both your parents and your future. I cannot give you details in this letter, for the enemy may be watching the post, but we are in grave need of your help.
Please trust an old man, come to London on September 7th and at least let me explain my case and how you fit in. I will be waiting for you at a pub in Cheapside called The Spotted Duck. You will recognize me by the photograph.
Sincerely,
Professor Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster, Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Oh, if you don’t mind, your father borrowed a lovely ivory pipe from me many years ago (you will see my name in the inscription on the bottom), and I would very much like to have it back. That is, unless you are fond of a pipe?
Sophia stared at the parchment dumbfounded. She had heard about Professor Dumbledore, and the photo and pipe which he spoke of do in fact exist! She read again his qualifications... Professor at a school for magic? Sophia thought she should be surprised, and more than a bit sceptical. But the truthfully, she wasn’t. Everything seemed quite familiar. She went past the bathing bird and marked September 7th on her calendar. Finally, something exciting was happening to her!
______________________________________________________________________________________
Meanwhile, back in Surrey, Harry Potter was furiously scribbling on parchment, trying to finish up all of his summertime homework. He had just celebrated, with the help of Hermione, Ron and Hagrid yet another wonderful birthday (even though Mrs. Dursley made him de-grub the backyard, and help her expand the waist’s on ALL of Dudley’s school clothes). But now the summer was ended and he had a mountain of charms and potions to research, not to mention all the papers he had to write! Rubbing his eyes, Harry went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He started when he saw that there was a strange glow in the fireplace in the living room. Was it Voldemort?? Has he finally found him? He looked around in panic, cursing himself silently for not carrying his wand at all times, when he noticed a head with flaming red hair in the fire. Harry smiled, it was Ron!
“Hey mate! I was hoping to find you here sometime, I’ve been checking every night for the last week! Didn’t want to scare the muggles again.” Ron grinned at his best friend.
“Sweet! Are you here to rescue me again from muggle hell, Ron?” Harry asked.
“Sure, everyone is at the Burrow, even Bill and Hermione are already here. Hermione's helping me get all my paper’s done, and I reckon you could use some of her help as well.”
“Definitely. When can you come to get me?”
“Tomorrow night, same time. Best just leave the muggles a note this time.”
“Will do. See you soon Ron!” Harry smiled, he definitely liked getting out of Privet Drive as quickly as possible. He couldn’t wait to get home to Hogwart’s!