The Dark Mark Part Two
a/n OK I decided to write another one after all. I only got a few reviews but almost all were good. My sister even read it without knowing I wrote it. She wrote that she thought I liked Harry Potter. When I told her she started laughing and laughing. Ok I will stop rambling now and get on with the fic. But first none of these characters or settings belong to me except Aiden and her stuff. Oh yeah and if you wanted Sirius to be in the story I have a surprise for you. *seals lips so she won't give anything away* Ok someone said the fat lady does not wear a pink dress. Yes she does a pink silk dress. Ok I will try to cut down on my 'oh' thing . Um Hermione isn't a jealous Harry freak. Yes she is upset but she is also suspicious with good reason as you will see *seals lips again* And as for Ron you will just have to wait and see.
"My birthmark," I told Harry feeling a little confused. Why was Harry staring at me like that?
"The Dark Mark," Harry muttered. Well, I thought, I admit it is creepy but it isn't that bad. I stared at him in bewilderment. Harry grabbed me by the arm and began pulling me towards the door.
"See Dumbledore," Harry said briefly to me as he kept tugging.
"Harry! You moron! I don't have a shirt on." I exclaimed resisting him and struggling to stay in the room.
"Oh yeah," he said stopping in his tracks but not letting go of my arm, "Look, I'll let go but you better not try anything just go get a shirt on."
"Of course, what would I do? Who do you think I am, Harry?" I reached over and touched his arm. He jumped as though I had burned him.
"I don't know," he said his voice horse, "Aiden I-"
"What Harry?" I asked wondering what he was going to tell me.
"I-," something changed in his green eyes, he was looking at me with something akin to disgust, "just get a bloody shirt on." I grabbed one of the black robes and yanked it on. What was wrong with Harry? I wondered why he was acting this way.
"Alright, lets go." he grabbed my arm and yanked me out the door. We went along passages and up and down staircases. We didn't meet anyone which was a good thing because Harry was still towing me along. Harry finally stopped in front of an old stone gargoyle.
"Cockroach Cluster," Harry told it, nothing happened, "Lemon drop, ummmmmmmm, let me think ummmm."
" Blood Pop!" I shouted. The stone gargoyle swung open. Harry and I looked first at it and then at each other with surprise.
"Well let's go in then shall we?" Harry asked looking at me suspiciously. We entered and went up some stairs and arrived in someone, I thought it might be Dumbledore's, office.
"Sit down," Harry said harshly shoving me down into one of the chairs. For some reason this shocked me more then anything else and I began to cry. Harry looked at me sitting there crying and began to look less and less resolute. Finally he came over and patted me on the shoulder awkwardly.
"Please don't cry," he said slumping into the chair next to mine.
"But Harry all of a sudden you hate me and Hermione hates me and I don't know to many people and-and I miss-" I stopped there not ready to continue.
"Aiden I-," Harry began but right then Dumbledore stepped into the office.
"Well, well," Dumbledore said, "I thought I might find you two here."
"Proffesor," Harry said looking at me as though he might cry, "she-she has-"
"The Dark Mark?" Dumbledore said winking at me cheerfully, "I know."
"You know?" Harry faltered, "but how? why is she here?"
"She is here because it is not safe for her any longer in America," Dumbledore said, "she is here because Voldemort was looking for her."
"But why?" Harry asked looking at me now.
"I-I'll tell him. Voldemort is my father."
a/n Muahahaha yes I know no Sirius not yet be patient. Any way I will continue this if I get reviews so if you want to know what happens review it!!!!!!
