Just so you know the breaks in the story are not me. More will be reveal at the end! Parentheses is English. My French translations I got off of google translation. If they aren't right ignore it.
minerva's-kitten
Chapter 2: Jezebel Dumbledore
"That was an actual person sitting there?" Ron asked flabbergasted. All anyone had seen since they had arrived were the cat eyes. Some had assumed it to be a large cat or something similar.
"Of course it was," Brandon snapped angrily. He stood up and placed the young girl in his chair and walked to the screen door. Outside he could see the slim and fragile looking figure shivering in the rain while she stood on the edge of the cliff looking out at the shore.
He sighed and put a hand to the door. It seemed the whole room grew even more melancholy than before as all the Dumbledore children looked at Brandon. But it was Daniel who finally spoke. His voice was thick with emotion.
"I know you guys have only known about us for about three years now so I'll level with you. The child you all assumed was an animal in the corner is Jezebel Natasha Dumbledore. She graduated with you Ginny," he explained.
"With me!? But I don't remember her," Ginny exclaimed.
"Neither do we," Harry added and Hermione and Ron agreed.
"We do," Fred and George said.
The others looked to them shocked especially since both had no joke at all. The twins looked very sober and serious as they looked up at everyone.
"We meet Jezebel one time…she actually had us first believing something was up between the headmaster and deputy."
Flashback…..
In detention again; Fred and George Weasley were sitting at opposite desks in McGonagall's classroom writing lines on not enticing Peeves to drop juice all over Snape. They had just finish and were at the door to leave when the door flung open and a young second year Ravenclaw ran in.
The young girl blew right past the two and ran straight up to the Professor's desk.
It was clear the child was very distraught as she took all the teacher's attention on her.
"Mère ... Oh ... it's terrible. Deux Slytherins a Calixta ... ... ... .... et ne donnera pas son retour à moins que je ne ... .. leurs devoirs pendant un mois. Juste parce que je suis bon dans votre classe, ils ont volé sa mère ......... s'il vous plaît aidez-moi!!" the child frantically cried with tears pouring down her eyes. (Oh mother…… it's awful. Two Slytherins…… took Calixta……. and won't give her back unless I do….. their homework for a month. Just because I'm good in your class they stole her.........mother please help me!)
The twins watched in wonder as Minerva gently wiped away the child's tears and handed her a ginger newt saying, "Calme-toi mon chéri. Bien sûr, je l'amour. Venez nous allons montrer les serpents de leurs places." (Calm down darling. Of course I will love. Come let's go and show the snakes their places.)
"Thank you," The child smiled and chewed on the cookie as she took the Professor's hand and they left the two bewildered twins behind.
End Flashback……….
"We found out later that Calixta was a doll. We'd thought it was a pet," Fred said looking at Daniel.
"A doll can mean a lot to someone as fragile as Jezebel. She doesn't like people to know it so you must never repeat this," Catherine said ignoring the look Brandon was giving her. Everyone looked to Catherine expectantly.
"Of all of us Jezebel's birth was the easiest for mother and the hardest," she said.
"What does that mean?" Tonks asked confused.
"It means that mother had her in less than an hour. It also means she was breach and her lungs were under developed," Haley sighed, "We almost lost the little Goth but she's turned out to be just as stubborn as mother even though her health is not the best. She still has lung problems from time to time and gets sick pretty easily."
"But the girl wants to be like the rest of us so bad she damn near kills herself every few months just to do the same things we do," Brandon growled still watching his sister outside.
Daniel smiled and stood up going to the fireplace and taking a photo off the mantle. It was of a young five year-old clinging tightly to a woman's leg and holding onto a porcelain doll with ivory skin, ebony hair in a tight bun, green eyes, square glasses, and black robes.
"She's not a happy person because of her condition. So possibly the happiest we've ever seen her was when grandma gave her the doll. It reminded us all of mom so much. The doll seemed to help her; maybe it's magic or just the thought her mother was with her when she held it. But with that doll Jezebel has been as normal as the rest of us and hasn't had a major problem with her lungs since she got that doll when she was 5. I've never seen her go anywhere after that without it close by. Until today," he sighed.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"He means she went outside without it," Brandon said going to the corner and pulling out the doll.
"Which means if any of us go out there we're libel to get our heads blown off," Haley said eyeing the doll warily.
"I don't understand why the doll is so important," Ron said bluntly. "A part from it seeming the thing that kept her healthy it's because the last time we were all called together was because Minerva's mother was dying," replied Albus' tired voice as he came out of the room. The younger children ran up to him and Brandon and Daniel gave him hugs as well.
"Jezebel was very close to Minerva and her mother. Min was the only one that was able to help her through it," he continued.
"Which is why none of you remember seeing her at school," Matilda added standing, "Ever since Grandma Athena died Jezebel keeps to dark places and stays away from anyone but family. She's very dark and brooding about all the pain and everything. Even more with loosing Benji and Becca in the last war."
The room grew even quieter at the revelation.
Yes little Jezebel is a depressed and sometimes sickly creature. She hides in the dark. She's really a gothic; emo, type person. The thought of Minerva being pregnant and close to death has hit her as much if not more than anyone knows. But she's not going to take it without a fight.
Albus walked outside with his raincoat on tightly. He held another in his hands.
"You know how your mother hates it when you stand out in the rain without a coat," he said holding the coat out to her.
The child stepped into his arms and put the coat on wrapping her arms around his middle. He held her close as her tears soaked through his jacket and shirt.
"It's not fair! She deserves more…you both have earned to live here without people asking advice all the time," Jezebel cried her voice slightly muffled by his beard.
"Shush now love. Nothing is going to happen. Your mother is strong. She can pull through this," He said sounding surer than he felt.
"Really?" she sniffed looking up into his crystal blue eyes.
"Yes Jez. She will," he smiled softly and gently wiped away her tears.
"Okay father," she sniffed and nodded.
"Good now let's get inside for some lemon drops and hot chocolate It's freezing out here!" Albus laughed leading her back to the homey house.
"All right but I want ginger newts," she mock glared.
"Fair enough," he laughed.
