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"Who's there?" Hagrid called out as his torch caught a flicker of movement. There was no further movement, no noise, and he stepped forward. "Come out! I know yer there!" he swung the light around. After a while, someone grumbled. "Okay, I give up. I'm not going into that forest," a young boy, maybe 11 or 12, stepped out from behind a tree. He was wearing a black, stretchy shirt, a black leather jacket over it. Some sort of flame insignia was emblazoned on the shoulder. His black pants had two small knives attached to the sides. Combined with his black boots, he almost blended into the shadows. Slung over his shoulder was a backpack, and resting on his head were a pair of black sunglasses. Two bright green eyes started at him as he held out a hand. "Who are you? I'm Harry. Just passing by until I hop again," the sentence was so bewildering to Hagrid that he lowered his lamp, staring. "I think yeh better come with me,".
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They entered the office. "Dumbledore, I just someone fer ya- oh," he stopped as he caught sight of the other teachers. "Sorry, I didn' know there was a meetin-," he stuttered. Dumbledore raised a hand, smiling. "Quite alright Hagrid. Who is he?" Hagrid opened his mouth, then closed it as Harry stepped forward, bowing lowly. "Harry sir. Inter dimensional hopper. Just passing by 'til I hop again," he gave a charming smile. "I think this is the one I'm originally from," he added.
Dumbledore stared. Stared some more. Kept staring. And then finally, "Ah. Everyone, sit down, I think our guest has a story to tell,"