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Dalina lay on the grass, her green eyes wide, staring at the sky. The bright sun glinted off
her coppery curls. Her parents and aunt sat nearby, deep in conversation. Her grandfather, whose
eyes she and her at the sea. The ocean breeze blew his dark gray hair aside and would have
revealed, to aunt had inherited, ignored them all. He stood on a hill and looked o anyone who
had been looking, a faint, but still visible, lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Dalina Potter did not know her grandfather. Yes, she knew his name, Harry Potter, but
that was about all. This was the first time she had seen him since her grandmother's funeral
seven years before. She had barely been five and couldn't remember her grandfather at all,
though strangely, she remembered her grandmother very well. Grammy, she had called her.
Grandmother Ginny had had reddish curls streaked mostly gray, kind brown eyes, a sweet smile,
and a wonderful spirit. Dalina remembered how much in love her grandparents had been. When
Grammy died, Grandpa had been crushed. He had virtually shunned his children and then taken
a long aimless trip around the world. When he returned, he shut himself away. This first meeting
after so long was not going well.
Dalina lay very still, thoughts racing in her mind.
Why? Why don't I know him? What's wrong with him? What did he do that makes me,
his granddaughter, a celebrity just by bearing his name? Why won't they tell me? I have a right
to know! I'm old enough! Not a baby anymore! Why I'm going into second year! Everyone is
treating me specially! I must know!
WHY?
Her thoughts careened into a mental wall of anger and unanswered questions and
exploded in a fiery inferno. She could feel herself tensing and before she realized what was
going on, she was on her feet and running like a maniac towards the hill facing the sea.
Her aunt, Lily, saw her racing up the slope and rose to chase after her, but was to late.
Dalina was standing right behind her grandfather. She grabbed his thin arm and spun him around
to face her.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" she screamed into his face. His eyes glazed with
shock. He jerked his hand up as if to slap her and then his eyes cleared. He stared at his hand.
Dalina stood puzzled. The anger and drive that she had possessed seconds before were drifting
away and she realized with a petrifying jolt, what she had just done. What ever did I do that for?
She thought for a moment. God, what have I done? She thought.
"Child, I have no idea myself. Who I am that is," he said calmly, though he looked quite
bewildered. He stared at her like he had never really seen her before, which in truth, he had not.
Not really. He gently reached for her hair and lifted a lock. "Your hair," he murmured, "so like
Ginny's." To Dalina's horror, tears began to stream down his face.
"Are you quite sure you're not off your head?" Dalina asked him gently.
"Yes. Yes, I'm sure." his old, worn, lined face lit up beneath the glittering tears. "I'm alive
again. Oh thank god you did that mychild!"
"Wh-why?"
" I think I needed to be jerked sharply back to life. I'm a sour old geezer, a recluse, deluded,
aren't I? That's what I've become. I was mourning a women, my only love, who would have
wanted me to get on with life. To be happy. To know you, my granddaughter. Now I shall tell
you who I am." Harry Potter embraced Dalina and she hung limp and shocked in his embrace.
Lily Potter, his daughter, named after Harry's mother came over the crest of the hill.
"I saw it all," she said calmly. "Dalina is one of us. She does have a right to know."
"Yes."he agreed. James Potter, Dalina's father, named after Harry's father, and his wife,
Allyson arrived on the top of the hill. "I have to apologize. To all of you. Oh god. I-I hope you
except." Jame's answer was a simple hug. They sat on the hill and were a family again. And
Dalina heard the tale of her grandfathers youth and his bravery, and the treacherous evil of the
Dark Lord of the past, Voldemort...
.
Dalina lay on the grass, her green eyes wide, staring at the sky. The bright sun glinted off
her coppery curls. Her parents and aunt sat nearby, deep in conversation. Her grandfather, whose
eyes she and her at the sea. The ocean breeze blew his dark gray hair aside and would have
revealed, to aunt had inherited, ignored them all. He stood on a hill and looked o anyone who
had been looking, a faint, but still visible, lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Dalina Potter did not know her grandfather. Yes, she knew his name, Harry Potter, but
that was about all. This was the first time she had seen him since her grandmother's funeral
seven years before. She had barely been five and couldn't remember her grandfather at all,
though strangely, she remembered her grandmother very well. Grammy, she had called her.
Grandmother Ginny had had reddish curls streaked mostly gray, kind brown eyes, a sweet smile,
and a wonderful spirit. Dalina remembered how much in love her grandparents had been. When
Grammy died, Grandpa had been crushed. He had virtually shunned his children and then taken
a long aimless trip around the world. When he returned, he shut himself away. This first meeting
after so long was not going well.
Dalina lay very still, thoughts racing in her mind.
Why? Why don't I know him? What's wrong with him? What did he do that makes me,
his granddaughter, a celebrity just by bearing his name? Why won't they tell me? I have a right
to know! I'm old enough! Not a baby anymore! Why I'm going into second year! Everyone is
treating me specially! I must know!
WHY?
Her thoughts careened into a mental wall of anger and unanswered questions and
exploded in a fiery inferno. She could feel herself tensing and before she realized what was
going on, she was on her feet and running like a maniac towards the hill facing the sea.
Her aunt, Lily, saw her racing up the slope and rose to chase after her, but was to late.
Dalina was standing right behind her grandfather. She grabbed his thin arm and spun him around
to face her.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" she screamed into his face. His eyes glazed with
shock. He jerked his hand up as if to slap her and then his eyes cleared. He stared at his hand.
Dalina stood puzzled. The anger and drive that she had possessed seconds before were drifting
away and she realized with a petrifying jolt, what she had just done. What ever did I do that for?
She thought for a moment. God, what have I done? She thought.
"Child, I have no idea myself. Who I am that is," he said calmly, though he looked quite
bewildered. He stared at her like he had never really seen her before, which in truth, he had not.
Not really. He gently reached for her hair and lifted a lock. "Your hair," he murmured, "so like
Ginny's." To Dalina's horror, tears began to stream down his face.
"Are you quite sure you're not off your head?" Dalina asked him gently.
"Yes. Yes, I'm sure." his old, worn, lined face lit up beneath the glittering tears. "I'm alive
again. Oh thank god you did that mychild!"
"Wh-why?"
" I think I needed to be jerked sharply back to life. I'm a sour old geezer, a recluse, deluded,
aren't I? That's what I've become. I was mourning a women, my only love, who would have
wanted me to get on with life. To be happy. To know you, my granddaughter. Now I shall tell
you who I am." Harry Potter embraced Dalina and she hung limp and shocked in his embrace.
Lily Potter, his daughter, named after Harry's mother came over the crest of the hill.
"I saw it all," she said calmly. "Dalina is one of us. She does have a right to know."
"Yes."he agreed. James Potter, Dalina's father, named after Harry's father, and his wife,
Allyson arrived on the top of the hill. "I have to apologize. To all of you. Oh god. I-I hope you
except." Jame's answer was a simple hug. They sat on the hill and were a family again. And
Dalina heard the tale of her grandfathers youth and his bravery, and the treacherous evil of the
Dark Lord of the past, Voldemort...
.