Dumbledore's Daughter

Chapter 29 - Access Denied

It's all so calming and peaceful, sokn I feel myself drifting off into sleep...

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"Good afternoon." Harry says once I wake up. I realize that I must've fallen asleep on Harry's shoulder, so I try to maneuver away the best I can while also trying not to be too awkward.

"What time...is it?" I say, my words punctuated by a yawn.

"Its only noon, you were probably asleep for two hours."

"Sorry." I mutter. He smiles shyly and stands up.

"Its fine." I'm pretty sure the constant blush on my face isn't going away soon, so I just turn away to try to hide it.

"Its it okay if we go see Professor Lupin? I need to ask him something." Harry says.

"Am I wrong in assuming it's about a certain Boggart?" I smirk, and Harry nods shyly.

"Yeah."

"Well then, let's go break into a professor's office!" I cheer, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the castle.

"That's not what I - nevermind."  Harry mumbles from behind me, making me laugh a bit. We reach Professor Lupin's office relatively quickly. Harry knocks on the door, and is greeted with a "come in!"

Professor Lupins office is really quite interesting. A tank sits to the side holding a little water demon. A Grindylow a believe. And various other creatures are held within the room. Lupin himself sits at his desk, looking rather pale, but otherwise fine.

"Hello Harry, Annabelle. I expected you two would be at Hogsmeade." He says, making the annoyance with my father bubble up all over again.

"I didnt get my pass signed." Harry explains. Lupin looks at me expectantly.

"My dad is a drama queen." I say with a shrug. Lupin raises his eyebrows but says nothing.

"I'm assuming that you're here to adress the Boggart class?" He asks, and Harry nods.

"Well, I thought you would have guessed, but I assumed that the Boggart would take the form of Lord Voldemort, and I'm quite sure that neither the staff nor your classmates would appreciate that." Harry nods slowly, absorbing the information.

"Actually," Harry starts. "I think my Boggart would be a Dementor." Oh god... those things.

"Ah, your biggest fear is fear itself. Very wise." Lupin says, then he looks at me.

"What do you think your Boggart is, Annabelle?" He asks me.

"I - I honestly have no idea." I admit.

"Would you like to see?" I pause. The option is rather daunting. Basically, would you like to take a stroll up to see your biggest fear? Sure. Why not?

"Um...not today." I decide.

HEARD YA SAY, NOT TODAY, TORE THE CURTAINS DOWN- (sorry weird reference)

"That's quite alright" Lupin says. "I know the prospect of seeing your greatest fear can be daunting, especially when you're not sure what it is." He gives me a sympathetic smile then turns back to Harry.

"Will that be all?" He asks. Harry and I nod simultaneously.

"Thank you Professor." I call as we leave.

"Okay. Now what?" I ask Harry outside of Lupins office. Harry checks his watch, and announces that it's only noon.

"Wait, its lunch time. Are you hungry?" I ask, an idea popping into my head.

"Yeah, why?"

"You'll see, come on." I grab his hand and pull him all the way to a familiar painting of a bunch of fruit.

"Tickle the pear." I tell him. I immediately get a 'should I consider carting you off to St. Mungos?' kind of look.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, tickle the pear." He tickled the pear - which melted away to turn into a door handle. Isn't magic awesome?

"Oh." Harry breathes out as I open the the door, revealing the Hogwarts kitchens. House elves bustle around, some preparing for tonight's dinner, others cleaning up plates from the lunch above.

"Miss Dumbledore!" Squeaks a voice that I vaguely recognize. I turn around to see my one of my favourite house elves of all time - Toffee.

"Hey Toffee! Oh it's so great to see you again!" I gush. "Hows tonight's desserts going?"

"Oh, desert tonight will be great! Toffee is so excited to see Miss. Dumbledore again!" Squeals the house elf as she looks at me with her luminous blue eyes.

"Harry, this is Toffee. Shes head of desert making here, and we were great friends until I started my first year." I explain.

"Oh hello Mr. Potter! You don't know how much of a pleasure it is for Toffee to meet you!" She sqeaks brightly.

"Oh, hello." Harry greets. "Its great to meet you too."

"Is there anything that Miss. Dumbledore and Mr. Potter need from Toffee?" She asks.

"Um, yeah, could we just have some lunch? I think we missed it." I point to the ceiling, where above, the great hall sits, empty plates flashing down to the tables to be cleaned by the house elves.

"Of course!" Toffee cries, as about 10 elves come out holding a platter of all kinds of food, more than what I'm sure was served at lunch.

"Thank you Toffee, thank you everyone!" I call as we leave, the door behind us materializing into a painting once more.

"Well," I say breathlessly, looking down at the literal pile of food that they gave us, "that worked well."

-

After a ridiculously large lunch, Harry and I walk back up to the common room, having nothing else better to do.

"So. That was a thing." I announce as I flop onto am armchair in front of the happily leaping flames.

"I guess you could put it that way." Harry chuckles.

"Do we have any homework due?" I ask lazily.

"Um..." Harry starts.

"I'll take that as a no. If I fail, it's on you."

"Right." He mutters, playfully rolling his eyes.

"Now we just need to wait for everyone to get back."

Whoa, I'm not dead! Yeah, this took a while to write, and I sorry for that, but these keys are so damn tiny! As you can see, I'm still not used to typing on my phone, so if there are some weird typos in this chapter or chapters in the future, that's a mix of my clumsy fingers and autocorrect being stupid. This was a long authors note, I'll shut up now, thanks for reading! Love u all!

- Ember