The Unveiling of a Secret

Meg was a normal girl. Not normal as in ordinary, mind you, as she was undeniably gorgeous, with long blone hair, and large blue eyes, and a figure that made her one of the 'popular' girls at her school, St Martin's College, where she studied sculpture. Meg was one of those girls to whom people were drawn. And yes. Meg knew this, and she was known to play it up on occasion. Butit never hurt anyone, so what was the harm? Meg was never without a boyfriend, and never with the same boyfriend for more than 4 weeks at a time. Meg grew up with her normal life, in her normal suburb, taking everything at face value, and surrounding herself with friends who were just as blonde and popular as she was, though not quite as beautiful, if she did say so herself.

Up until her 18th birthday, her only exposure to Wizards had been some music and the Harry Potter series. Of course, that changed dramatically. It had to, obviously, or there would be no point to this story.

She'd been sitting in her room, listening to some music (The Horrors), while she packed to go to her fathers house (In Manchester), and putting on some make up, when her mother emerged, looking paler and more worried than usual. Meg watced her enter the room with her brow furrowed. The woman was blonde, her hair holding more of an ash tone than Meg's near platinum colour. The woman was normally placid and happy, with twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face. Today, however, the woman looked older. More distressed.

"Mum? Whats wrong?" Meg asked.

Her mother looked up and started stuttering. "Well, um, its… you see, um.."

Meg had little patience for stuttering. "Mum. Out with it."

"Ok, well, you see, your grandfather is not the person you believe him to be."

Meg grinned. "I know. I found out he wasn't really the Captain of the 31st brigade."

"No, Meg. It's more than that. Eustice Maxwell isn't your grandfather at all." Excuse me? Meg looked at her mother in disbelief, as the older woman watched her daughter for a reaction.

"Well, hell." Meg said. "So exactly who is he then?"

"Meg, your grandfather is a man called Albus Dumbledore." Her mother said seriously.

There was a pause before Meg burst out laughing. "Oh, nice one mum! I was worried there for a minute. Albus Dumbledore! That's freakin hilarious!"

"But Meg, I'm not joking!" Her mother looked panicked at the prospect of Meg not believing her big news. Like she was expecting a freak out, and nothing else would placate her.

"Mum, Albus Dumbledore is a fictional character in a series of books. The man does not exist." Meg said, standing up and straighening her clothes. She was dressed in the height of Trendy Indie fashion, each article of clothing accentuating her long thin body.

"Meg, He's here to meet you. There's very important things he needs to discuss with you." Her mother said, standing up and opening the bedroom door, revealing the old man himself, in all his white-bearded glory, eyes twinkling in the hallway light.

Meg stopped chuckling instantly.

"Holy crap. You're serious, aren't you?" she said.

"Oh, very." Albus said, speaking for the first time. "I'm afraid something rather important has come up."

Meg stared blankly at the old man-her grandfather- before snapping out of her shock. "I'm sorry, but, um, before we start discussing this 'important buisness', do you think someone could maybe explain what the hell is going on here?"

"Oh, of course. How rude of me. I do rather apologise. Perhaps a spot of tea, Bernadette?" Albus said, turning to Meg's mother, who nodded, and bustled off in the direction of the kitchen.

"Shall we?" Albus said