Here is Part One of chapter two =)

There were muffled whispers throughout the entire dining hall as everyone stood up from their tables, and headed back to their common rooms. Professor Umbridge continued to talk to Professor Snape, who sat there with an expression a cross between loathing and boredom. Hermione was talking to a disinterested Ron, and an aggravated Harry as we got up from the Gryffindor table.

I couldn't help but notice that Professor Dumbledore was standing and looking at me with curious eyes. I turned to see if anyone else had noticed that he was staring so intently at me, but by the time I turned around he was making his way towards me.

I took a deep breath as it became very obvious that it was me whom he wanted to speak with. Harry, Ron, and Hermione paused when they realized I hadn't started walking with them. Harry was getting excited that Dumbledore was coming over to them, and like the other two he assumed Dumbledore was coming to talk to him.

"I was wondering if we may have a few words in private," Dumbledore said to me, that kind twinkle in his eye.

"Sure Professor," I said feeling the shock coming off of Harry's body. It was in these kind of moments that I wished I could shrink back and blend into the wall.

I followed Professor Dumbledore out into the entrance hall and up the stairs. I could tell that he was probably going to take me to his office, where there could be complete privacy. Even once the hallways around us were empty he chose to remain silent, looking over at me occasionally and smiling gently. As we approached the huge statue of a bird with its wings spread wide I feel the air change slightly. I turned my head to the left to see that Professor Umbridge had come out of a class room a couple of doors down.

She turned, startled to see the both of us, but the shock slowly turned to curiosity at why Dumbledore was taking me into his office. Surely if she casually strolled over he would let her in on the secret. The sound of her heels echoed off the walls as she came towards us.

"Good evening Professor Umbridge," said Dumbledore, obviously picking up on her intentions as well.

"Hello Albus. What are you up to this fine evening?" Her voice was squeaky and I couldn't help but marvel at how her head was so perfectly constructed to be the exact same shape as a toad's.

"Nothing of concern Dolores. I am merely returning to Abby something she left at Hogwarts last term that I have not had a chance to mail to her. Good night."

Dumbledore turned on the spot and stared at the statue. Without muttering a single word the statue began to turn, revealing a set of winding stairs that led to the door of his office. Feeling disgruntled and astounded at being so rudely cut off, she turned on her heel and stormed away.

He may not tell me what is going on, but I am sure I can get that girl to loosen her tongue.

I rolled my eyes as I followed Dumbledore up the steps and into his office. He continued forward before sitting down in his huge arm chair, and gesturing for me to take a seat in the chair opposite of him. I couldn't help but be fascinated at the number of knick-knacks that Dumbledore kept scattered about among desks and shelves. I took my seat and smiled as his own flaming red phoenix Phawx swooped down and landed gracefully on the arm of my chair. I began to pet the bird gently, its eyes closing in bliss.

"I cannot help but wonder why it is that you rolled your eyes as Professor Umbridge so gracefully exited our conversation," said Professor with a small grin.

"She believes that I might be more willing to spill the beans," I said with a chuckle.

"Ah well. Clearly she does not know of your talents. You are rather good at hiding them," he said with a wink.

"Years of practice," I said with a small shrug.

"Yes...of course you must be wondering why it is that I summoned you here to tonight," Dumbledore said, all traces of casualness leaving the air around him.

I nodded my head, and adjusted myself on the seat. "Do you know what it is that I want?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

"Not really...just that you have a favor to ask me?"

"Yes, I have a favor to ask you. I apologize for it will go against your normal nature of respecting people's thoughts. Can I have your word that you will do this for me Abby?"

"Yes Professor, you have my word."

"Very good. I need you to keep an eye on Harry, and by that I mean I want you to tell me everything that goes through his head. Can you do that for me?"

Both Professor Dumbledore and I knew that Harry's thoughts and head was in a dark place, surrounded by painful memories and feelings, but I could tell that this was something Dumbledore was begging me to do for him.

"Yes sir. I will tell you everything."