Harry Potter and all related subject manner does not belong to me - probably a good thing too... -.-
When God Closes a Door, He Opens a Window-
So You Can Jump Out Of It
"What the hell is going on?" My voice was shrill and panicked even to my own ears. One of the men nearest to me turned. He was a pale, frightened looking man with large, watery eyes and a bulbous nose.
"Excuse me miss, this is an invest-" he began timidly.
"I bloody live here! Now tell me why the fuck you people are here and what the hell is going on!" I demanded.
"You-you live here?" he stuttered nervously.
"Would I be screaming at you otherwise?"
"Ri-right, sorry, well you see-"
"Out with it already man!"
"There appears to have been a murder," a tall thin man with thinning hair and a bushy mustache said.
"A murder? Oh, God Mom! I have to make sure it's not-"
"Your mother was Macy Dumbledore, correct?" the stick man asked.
"Yes.' I swallowed thickly, and knew what came next.
"I hate to ask you this, but can you identify the body?" I nodded and he led me up the front walk bordered by white and violet tulips. My mother sat in her black egg-shaped chair facing the T.V. The sight of it stopped me in my tracks. If I were anyone else I would have thought she was alive but her skin was too pale and her mouth was slightly open, an instant give away; it wasn't lady-like to gape.
"Is it-"
"Yes. That's her."
"Do you have any family?"
"Just a great uncle in England."
"Do you-"
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
"Would you like some coffee?"
"It's my house; I'll get myself something, as long as I can touch things."
"Go ahead." I walked down the hall to the kitchen and put on the tea kettle.
I sat in the kitchen sipping jasmine tea for well over an hour before the tall officer walked in with a tall man with long gray-silver hair with a matching beard. He wore flowing midnight blue robes and half-moon spectacles.
"I have a few more questions for you."
"Shoot." I sat at the kitchen table observing the older man. I assumed this was my great uncle.
"Do you know of anyone who would want to do this to your mother?"
"My Father."
"I though you said-"
"My biological father died fourteen years ago but his followers are still around."
"Followers?" The officer looked confused.
"My father doesn't know I exist, my mother left him when she found out what kind of monster he was."
"Who was you-"
"Tom Marvolo Riddle," the officer stared blankly at me, "More commonly known as Lord Voldemort." The officer dropped his pen and paper and turned the color of the paper in question.
"Lord Vol-Voldemor-Voldemort!? But he didn't, you can't be-"
"My full name is Wilamina Salazaria Edmina Dumbledore-West Riddle." I stared evenly at the thin officer and his bad come over. His bald spot was visible and the light reflected off his pale skin brightly.
"Excuse me." the officer left the room. I turned to the elderly gentleman.
"I haven't seen you since your christening."
"Albus Dumbledore?"
"Where are my manners, yes I am Albus Dumbledore, but you may call me Albus, if you like."
"Mom always said you had a permanent calm about you. And of course there was the twinkle in your eyes." I tried to smile and failed miserably.
"Shall we pack?" at my questioning glance he elaborated, "I live and work in England. I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; you would be safer there under my close protection."
"You think I'm in danger?" stupid question.
"I do not think the death of Macy was coincidental. I believe who ever killed her had no idea you existed until they searched the house. Come now, let's pack." He let me lead the way to my room.
My room was not spacious yet not cramped either. The walls were a shade of lime green, the ceiling midnight blue like the night sky, glow-in-the-dark stars and planets decorated the ceiling. My walls were covered with maps, posters, and an assortment of pictures. My bed was a queen size canopy with emerald green sheets and the only other furniture in the room was a small dresser and a desk. On the desk were an open laptop and a radio.
"You are extremely neat. Here this should speed things up." a flick of his wand and practically everything; excluding main furniture pieces re-organized itself into boxes. "I'll send these along ahead of us." another flick and the boxes disappeared. "Let's go see if there was anything we can help the officers with then we'll be on our way."
"I'll be right there." Albus hesitated for a moment then walked out. I stood there for a moment then slipped out my wand and removed the posters from the walls, the glow-in-the-dark stars and moons from the ceiling, and the hidden trunk in my closet. As I put my wand away my bedroom door opened.
"You missed some things." Albus looked around then at me, and flicked his wand and sent along the other boxes and such.
"Have you ever Side-Along Apparated?" I shook my head, "Well grip my arm tightly and prepare yourself." I steeled myself but the pressing sensation still made me want to barf. I fell to the floor and gulped in as much air as I could. Only after I could breathe normally did I realize that there were more than half a dozen people starring at me.
Okay so what do you guys think?