How to force information out of your best friend
Hermione
"So he what? Just told you?"
"yeah. I don't know what exactly to do with the information."
"You were meant to tell us, of course"
"I dunno, what are you supposed to do with it."
"Well if we're going to get a couple of exchange students, and as prefects, me and Ron should show them around." Hermoine continued, "Though i'm not entirely sure what Dumbledore was doing, inviting foreigners into Hogwarts right after the incident at the ministry, and why he told you. I mean, does Hogwarts even exchange students?"
"Well I dunno!" Harry was raising his voice now, he had a particularly short temper these days, nothing calmed him down, and everything riled him up. Ron, for once, was being the smart one, deciding to keep quite and let Harry fume.
Hermoine had been scared that after Sirius's death Harry would truly break, and she had been wrong (one of her first times not being correct, but she wasn't especially good with human emotion.)
She couldn't help but be scared, her bests friends weren't breaking, they were losing there minds, Voldemort was closer then ever, and sending a couple of death eaters to prison was practically nothing. And having exchange students over wasn't going to help there situation, it could actually make matters worse if they decided to join Voldemort.
Hermoine wanted to do something other then goad Harry for information, but British weather had taken control; and fields outside the burrow were now swamp-like, which meant they were all trapped inside, slowly roasting death with boredom. They had tried everything, board-games, baking, drawing, having a conversation but everything ended in an argument, the latest argument had been about Dumbledore, a good quarter of them were, before Harry accidentally blurted out that Dumbledore was replacing them with exchange students. Which, of course, had confused Hermoine. Like cool. Exchange students. But replace?
According to Harry, Dumbledore wanted to get some students from another country to work part time as 'bodyguards'.
That seemed more suspicious the anything to Hermoine, having students as bodyguards, what were they meant to do? Stand outside while the teachers shouted the lesson out of the window? The stupidity! (Hermoine didn't like to call her headmaster stupid, because he wasn't, but this idea really was stupid. If you want to hire someone, there are plenty of ex-Auror Order members for the task.)
But then again, Hermoine wasn't a wise old man who has seen many things and fought many fights, and she also wasn't half mad.
Dumbledore
Dumbledore has met many strange people in his life, he finds the strange interesting, but most strange people were over the age of 45.
But the people in front of him were at least 17, so the youngest 'strange' people he's ever met, even there teacher was out of the ordinary.
There were three kids, the youngest looking one had white hair and sunglasses, he was looking at the enchanted ceiling with no awe or surprise or fear. No the kid was looking at the ceiling with a sort of 'oh look at that, an unnatural and magical sky in a room with a roof, but I'm cool, so don't care' attitude. It annoyed Dumbledore.
The second kid was also a boy, he was handsome, with messy black hair that was in a half-up-half-down bun. He had a pale face and black circles under his eyes. And he wasn't even looking at him, or anything else, no! The teen was staring at his phone and texting rapidly. But there was no internet anywhere near the school, so that should have been impossible!
The third one was even more annoying, it was a girl this time with brown hair, a mole beneath the one eye and a cigarette between her lips. A cigarette. In school. Dumbledore was usually a calm, patient person, but right now he wanted to hex the shit out of these kids.
He had already meet the teacher, to confirm which ones of the few students he could chose to take into his care, so they could care for him and his fellow students, and he had chosen the 3 most promising options. The weirdo teacher had the audacity to warn him that these three options were a proper handful, he had only laughed and patted the Yaga-teacher-guy on the back, while internally he was slightly offended, he had to deal with handfuls daily; but now he could see what he meant.
He should have gone with the goddamn Aurors. But he didn't want to mix up the school and the Ministry of Magic again, that hadn't worked out so well last year, so instead he chose to go with some wizards in a place that was not England, wizards who don't know what happens in this chaos-covered country.
That's when he stumbled upon a strange magic school in Tokyo, wizards who didn't need wands, he thought he found the perfect match,he would introduce the new magic type to a new world, an education in his school, in exchange for a couple rounds around there school at night and protection. The perfect plan. He got Shakelbolt to introduce this proposal to a bunch of crazy magic old people (his equals, haha) Then he got to meet Professor Yaga, who gave him a list of students to pick from, and now here he is, with Severus and Minerva beside him, trying to sort a bunch of overly-powerful teenagers into one of Hogwarts four houses before the rest of the students got here; which was in....3 hours . Goddammit.
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Finally, after 2 hours filled with bribes, threats and begs, he managed to convince them to put on the sorting hat, the white haired one, to his surprise, was the first to give in (All Dumbledore had said was that he'd give him a free pass to his sweet draw, and the sunglasses heathen was on the stool, with much complaining about how the hat was going to ruin his hair.)
The Black haired followed quickly after Dumbledore told him he'd be allowed to have a extra break, the cigarette smoker only agreed if she could have a gin and tonic, which Dumbledore immediately agreed to.
The two boys got into Slytherin. The girl got in Ravenclaw.
And Dumbledore was ready to kill someone.
Draco
The first thing Draco noticed when entering the hall was that there were two strangers sitting at his table, a rather bedraggled Dumbledore later explained that these two were now exchange students, and there was another one, at the ravenclaw table.
And that was it. Draco had heard that there were going to be three exchange students, but he thought they would be bodyguards, as the rumours stated, but Dumbledore said nothing of the sort. Stupid gossiping Griffindors. Gosspindors. Haha. He would have to tell Pansy that.