Dumbledore's Office Novels & Stories

She turned sharply, her cloak sweeping behind her like smoke, expecting me to follow. I did anyway. But I wasn't scared. Not anymore. The headmistress’s office was located on the top of the East Tower—a cold, circular room filled with relics older than any student at Blackmoor. Books bound in leather peeled with age, talismans sealed in glass, and a fireplace that never gave warmth. There was a desk at the center of the office.

The golden crest pinned to his lapel was all the confirmation I needed. Headmaster Alistair. “I had students searching for you,” he said, stopping in front of me, eyes cool and unreadable. “I was trying to find your office,” I replied, offering a polite smile laced with mild sarcasm. “This place is a maze.” He didn’t return the smile. “Follow me,” he said instead, already turning. I trailed behind him through the pristine halls until we reached a grand office with high ceilings, a wall of books, and windows that looked over the entire campus like a throne room watching over peasants.

"Sofia Alwell." When she's gone, I approach the glass doors. It's like a whole world in here, there are offices within offices, whole guilds dedicated to every immortal species known. Finally I get to Headmistress Alba's office. I am allowed in after a knock. Once I step inside, I freeze when I see who is standing across the room. "Mum?"

More importantly, what were going to do with my men? A clue to my question came sooner than I expected. Two men, who were obviously werewolves, dragged us out in a ruthless manner. We came to what looked like an Hogwarts dining hall. The difference was no exquisite cuisine to nurse the taste buds, no ghosts, no smiling faces, and definitely no witches. But we’ve got a Dumbledore, only younger and clean shaven, sitting at the head of the table with a smirk that had me trembling to my toes. The room was full of werewolves, those not sitting around the table stood and watched me stand at the raised stage.

I mouth and then walk behind the Headmaster up the stairs. The Headmaster's office is on the highest floor of the building which I have never seen before. It appears all the same. Stone walls and large corridors with lanterns lighting them up. There are huge glass windows with a dome shaped frame. We walk past them, the sound of our footsteps echo through the silence of the corridor. The Headmaster stops in front of a huge oak double door and opens it wide with his arms. He turns towards me. "Please come in."

I deserved far worse. The office smelled of old parchment, dried lavender, and that heavy, suffocating scent of ancient protective wards… the kind that had been layered over decades, each one leaving its own bitter trace in the air. Headmistress Elara paced behind her massive mahogany desk, her long grey robes trailing behind her like smoke curling from a dying fire. The moment my boots hit the carpet, she snapped her head around. Her face looked older than usual, as if she'd aged years in the past few hours. The deep lines around her mouth twitched with barely suppressed emotion.

With every step, I hoped we were moving far enough away from the silver for my aunt’s healing to kick in. She needed to wake up. She needed to walk on her own. Minutes bled together, the tunnel seeming endless—until finally, we reached a small chamber. Old wooden steps led up to a door. "That must be our way out," Draco said. No one hesitated. We climbed. The door creaked as we pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit office. Dust coated the air, thick and stale. It looked abandoned, untouched for years. The windows were locked.

Damian didn’t do surprises unless he orchestrated them. The office unfolded before me like a cavern of controlled chaos. Towering bookshelves lined the walls, groaning under the weight of leather-bound tomes on arcane law, shifter histories, and the kind of forbidden spellcraft that could unravel a mind if mishandled. A massive desk dominated the center—ebony wood inlaid with silver veins that shimmered like moonlight on water—piled high with parchments, glowing crystal inkwells, and a half-unrolled map of ley lines crisscrossing the globe. Behind it, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the university’s sprawling grounds: the gothic spires piercing the fog-shrouded treetops, the distant howl

We stopped as Ron looked back and said-" We are here. Are you ready?" I looked at Felix once before nodding my head and heading inside the chamber. Professor Dunston's chamber was full of books and papers. It was a long time since I am coming back here. There was a big seated swivel chair. The desks are full of notes and small glass bottles of magical potions. Also, the room was not much tidy giving us an absolute vibe of an old professor's den. Soon Ron exclaimed in joy-" Found it" Our attention went towards him as we saw he was holding a small key in his right hand, showing it off to us. he said-" Come, We must hurry"

In the center of the room was a vintage-looking office table. The overall setup of the place is just like how a typical principal's office in Audrey's previous life looks like. Aside from the fact the room before her now was relatively darker. They waited patiently at the doorstep as there is no one inside the room when they arrived. But in the next second, the door at the left side corner of the vast room opened. Professor Sonny walked out from it and headed to his respective chair, in front of the office table.