Odin In The Wizarding World

While Edward is on his way to Dumbledore and Harry&Ron are chased away by Snape, only Hermione, Sibilla and Irena remain behind sitting at the breakfast table.

Looking at her beautiful future sisters-in-law, looking embaressed for having a crush on her brother, Hermione is glad for Irena to start a conversation among just the three of them. ''Sooo, Hermione... Need some help with the dress or make up? Sibilla here is an artist with the brush and make up.''

Surprised by her sister for telling Hermione, Sibilla complains. ''What are you talking about Iri? She has stolen Edward for the ball from us!''

Before Hermione can defend herself, Irena does so first saying. ''Oh, please Sib, be rreal for a second. We are both his fiancees. Him chosing either one of us would be unfair to the other. A champion myself, I can take you to the ball as my plus one anyway. Him going together with his sister seems like a much more appropriate choice, all things considered. Also I am sure Hermione will have nothing against us taking Edward from her for a dance or two...'' Irena trlls Sibilla, before adressing Hermione. ''... What do you say futur sister-in-law?''

Overwhelmed by Irena's speech, Hermione noddes like a cute rabbit, saying, a little bit to excited for Sibillas taste. ''I am okay with what ever you decide as long as I am big brother's date for the ball.''

Hearing her say that, the twins give each other a baffled and stiff smile, both realising that Hermione might end up in Edward's bed, too.

Pushing the issue aside for the moment, Sibilla tells Hermione, stressing the word 'Sister' a little bit much. ''Now Edward's words make sense. As his sister, you are the safest choice for him, as to not attract our wrath. For your grave sacrifice alone, I will make you look fabulous and your friend Ron will die of a heart attack just form seeing you!''

''Why should I care about Ron?'' Squeaks Hermione suddenly, aware of her growing feelings for her brother and lingering feelings for both her friends.

Seeing the girls reaching, both sisters are showing a happy smiles, for they are able to read Germione like an open book.

Having a rater gently smirk on her face, Sibilla asks. ''So, what is the colour of your dress? I am only asking because your make up has to match it.''

''Pink. It is pink and has....'' Starts Hermione describing her dress, when Ginny suddenly joins the three, interrupting her. ''You are talking about dresses and make up for the ball?! Hermione has a pink dress, that is just to die for. I must know, I sold it to her...'' Comments the pretty and cute redhead, as she sits down next to Hermione, before she recognises Sivilla and Hermione. ''Hi, I am Ginny, Ginny Weasly. Ron's little sister and a friend of Hermione. Nice to finally meet you.''

''Ginny, these two are my brother's fiancees, Sibilla and Irena Proudmore...'' Says Hermione introfucing Ginny to the sisters, before introducing the sisters to Ginny. ''... Sibilla, Irena, this is my friend Ginny, she is a grad or two below me here at Hogwarts.

''Hermione, you didn't hsve to tell them that...'' Hear the twins the red head whisper to Hermione, while already viewing her already as potential competition in a few years.

Meanwhile Edward is currently about to ascent to the headmaster's office from the towers third floor by means of a circular, moving stone staircase, which in turn was previously concealed by a gargoyle statue of a griffin. Liking the staircase design very much, Edward takes a mental note of it, to include one exactly like that one in the tower he eventually might construct in the not so distant future.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he finds a small sparsely lid corridor leading up to a rather thick wooden door. Walking down that corridor and pulling open said unlocked door, Edward takes a look inside the office. Finding it empty, he curiously enters to take a closer look at all the thinks inside.

The office itself is a large circular room with many windows and many portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses. The portrait hanging behind the head's desk currently beeing on of Dublebore himself. Looking around, Edward finds that to be the largest of all the paintings in the room.

Able to spot traces of enchantments on all of them, he concludes that the paintings might shrink by some degree once it is no longer the portrait of the current headmaster or headmistress.

Aside from the psintings Edward finds the office to also host to a number of spindly tables upon which are delicate looking silver instruments set, that whirred and emitted small puffs of smoke. Lining the walls is an as incredible collection of books.

Walking among said tables, he finds a rather interresting artifact. Comprising of a fist sized, black globe with cube llike structures attacted to it and propped up by a bronze pedestal, Edward can instantly guess it's very delicate and complicated enchantments. Accirding to the artifacts first layer of enchantements, it records and registerers every spell, that is cast in and around Hogwarts. Skipping through the resently recorded protocols, the artifacs greatest flaw becomes apparent. In a castle currently hosting three schools with more than a thousand students, the timestamped records of every spell cast is just to much for any being to sort through.

Ignoring the recordings and first layer of enchantements for now, Edward shifts his attention to the lower layers of the artifact. Diving deeper, he discovers a hidden function that prevents anybody aside from the headmaster and the ministry to cast some powerfull spells that are way beyond that student's can cast, like apparation.

Taking a look around the office and only discovering a sleeping phinix in one corner of it, Edward decided to create a backdoor into the artifacts layers of enchantments, to get himself some pretty sweet authorizations and perks, like the freedome to cast any spell he wants undetected and unrestricted.

Just as he has completed his modifications, Dumbledore apparates directly behind his desk, together with a tall man. The man once might have been well-built, darkly handsome with fair skin, l.u.s.trous black hair and an air of 'casual elegance', but now looked sick with his waxy skin tone.

Despite unable to identify the man by his overall building, Edward can instantly recognise him as the man Harry had talked to in the flames and revered to as Sirius.

Shoting Edward a casual uncurtain smile, Sirius greets Edward. ''Hello, Edward. You look so much like your father.''

Ignoring the man's kind greeting, Edward gets the impuls to ignore him, instead asking the headmaster. ''Dumbledore, who is that?''

''This my boy, is Sirius Black...'' States Dumbledore, while introducing the two man to each other. ''... your uncle.''

''Yeah, I guessed that much, since my father was listed as a Death Eater with the initials R.A.B. in the ministry's files. Voldemord didn't have that many Death Eaters with the last name starting with a B aside from Black...'' States Edward cold, while accessing some rather cruel and painfull memories of his predecessor discovering his true heritage. ''... What I was asking, was... What is he doing here? Isn't he on the run from Askaban and hunted down like a dog by the ministry?!... Even better: What am I doing here?''

Looking at Edward with kind eyes, Dumbledore sits down behind his desk, gesturing for Edward and Sirius to sit down on chairs infront of it saying. ''You my young friend are here because of two reasons... The first being that Sirius asked me to arrange a rather privat meeting for the two of you... The second being me having a proposition for you and your two fiancees regarding the following school term...''