More Furians Arrive:
If I thought that there would be only a couple kids from Furia arriving at Hogwarts, I was wrong. A month after the school year began, 400 people arrived in groups daily, looking for refuge. Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers didn't know what to do. But the people always seemed to find me standing away from the other students. Someone noticed the mark on my chest and yelled something in Furian. There were older people among the refugees that had remembered the genocide. They recognized me every time I walked out of the castle. It was starting to get irritating. But I couldn't do anything about it. These were my people and I had a duty to fulfill.
The people kept coming until all 6,000+ refugees were on the grounds of Hogwarts. Dumbledore was so overwhelmed by all these people that he couldn't speak to them directly. Nobody knew what to do so Dumbledore called a meeting.
"This meeting is now in session. Now would you people please tell us why you are coming to our school?" Dumbledore asked.
"Ask her," a Furian pointed to me, "She's been her for sixteen years. We all escaped from Furia over sixteen years ago and were told we would know when the right time came to find our leader again. She was-from the day she was born-meant to be our new leader. She will lead us home to Furia and we will rebuild our homes again." An Elder explained. I looked at them, wishing that they hadn't pointed to me. Because not only were these Furians in this meeting, but the students were also among the meeting. I moved forward, away from the wall the students were standing against, through my people, towards Dumbledore. I took the cloak off in the process, so only my outfit and skin was showing along with all the weapons. I turned towards my people.