Taylor Swift and the DA

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Taylor walked silently on to the dark road, making sure there was no one following her. She was wearing a dull black dress, her neat curls in a tight bun.

She took off her shoes, tied them around her neck and sprinted, barely making a sound, keeping in the shadows - no one could see her or know where she was going. 

She stopped every five or so minutes, glimpsing behind her back, then started running down the path again. The dark night suggested a storm, but Taylor kept going. She knew she had to go.

A thought which she had been pushing to the back of her mind forced her way to the front, when she paused for breath at a corner. What if all this was a lie? What if it was merely a joke, like the one Justin Bieber had planned on her?

But no, it couldn't be. He had sounded so sincere, his piercing blue eyes looking right into her own. She bit her lip nervously.

No, she concluded. He was speaking the truth. She started running at a fast space again, coming to a sudden hault at a building. She looked at the paper in her hand. Yes, this was the place.

She pulled out the paper again, which said, 

'Number 12 Grimmauld Place,' and no sooner had she read that, a house appeared, between number 11 and 13. She stood there with her mouth open for what seemed like a full minute, then shook her head and walked towards the door. 

She tapped thrice on the door. The same man who she had met two days ago was at the door, his blue eyes twinkling just as brightly behind their half moon spectacles, as they had done the first time she had met him. He beckoned her inside, and said, in a calm and cheerful voice, 

'Taylor.'

Taylor smiled weakly at him and replied with a 'Professor Dumbledore.'

'Must've be a long journey - come, lets us sit and talk.'

He walked inside, putting a finger to his lips. They entered the kitches, where a table lay. She pulled one of the chairs out and sat down with a sigh. 

'Do you live here?' She inquired. 'I honestly love buildings with the paint peeling off, I couldn't help noticing this is one of them!'

'Oh, no!' Albus Dumbledore gave a little laugh. 'This is the Black's house. I told Sirius, the last person who's alive of the Black family, to go have a little stroll out and about, as I am going to tell you something which will need a lot of explanation - it is better if it is only me and you. You know that you are a witch, is that correct?'

Taylor nodded.

'And you also know the fact that you'll be with the old kids who discovered they were magical a little late?'

Taylor nodded once more.

'Now, you remember that night I told you about the Potters, and the Dark Lord, Voldemort?'

Taylor nodded.

'Well, he's back,' Dumbledore said simply. 

Taylor narrowed her eyes at him. 'Why didn't you tell me this two days ago, Professor Dumbledore?'

Dumbledore shrugged. 'I didn't want to scare you so you had second thoughts about Hogwarts - you cannot back down now. The school has written to Andrea and Scott, telling them about you being a witch. I assume you are famous in the muggle world?' Dumbledore added.

'Well... I guess I am,' Taylor said proudly. She was thinking about the times she had sold out Madison Square Garden in 60 seconds, then 59 seconds. 

She thought about all those people chanting her name in the crowd each night on her tours.

She couldn't help smiling, remembering the wonderful time she had with her fans.

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