Well, hello fanfictioner's! Late delay in updating again I'm afraid, but I hope this chapter clears up some things you might have been wondering about in the last chapter.

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The dullness of Hog's Head Inn was apparent as the visitor stepped in the door, the bell signaling a customer. Walking slowly to the bar, she sat on a dusty seat and waited. Glancing around, she noticed not much had changed from the last time she'd been there, some ten years earlier. It saddened her to think he lived like this, detached from everybody, never speaking to his family.

A dirty cloth lay on the counter, grimacing in disgust at how it looked like it hadn't been washing in years by the mold beginning to grow on it. 'Won't be getting anything to drink.' she noted. Empty glasses hung the shelves on the wall. The door leading into the back was shut, and it didn't look like it had been open in the past few hours form the dust lining the floor.

Getting up, she slowly walked around, floors creaking under her small foot. She shouldn't be here, and she knew it.. But the information that she needed to help her understand everything the centaur told her was overwhelming. She needed more information, and she knew Uncle Albus wouldn't help. Everything Professor Snape told her was everything he knew, or was willing to share in the aspect. No, she needed answers, wanted them.

Hearing the door open, she turned around quickly to face the owner. "Skyler?" Aberforth asked.

"Hello." she nodded her head in acknowledgement.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, concern lining his voice.

"I have a few questions I'd like answered, and I was wondering if you could answer them?" she asked innocently, opening her eye's wide. "I know i'm not supposed to be here, but.. Uncle Albus wouldn't tell me, you know how he can be.."

"Secretive." Aberforth nodded. "Telling you only what he wants to tell you." he added bitterly. "Would you like a drink?"

"No, thank you." she smiled, sitting back down on the stool she had just vacated.

"Very well, what is it you want to know?" he asked, sitting across from her.

"I was in the Forbidden Forest.. Oh, don't give me that look, I was helping Professor Snape gather ingredients for his stores." she huffed before continuing. "While we were there, a centaur attacked, not knowing who we were, nor why we were there. When Professor Snape told him I was Albus' niece, he stopped immediately, demanding to see me as I was standing behind him, away from his fire. When he did, he bowed and apologized." stopping a moment to gather her breath, she continued. "I asked how he knew I was a Dumbledore just from looking at me, and he answered very simply, my eye's."

Aberforth, his blue gaze never leaving her's, nodded in understanding.

"Is it true that no Dumbledore has had any eye color besides blue?"

"Yes." he answered simply. "Is that the only question, my dear?"

"No, of course not." she shook her head. "He continued on saying why, and that it was due to our connection to the moon."

"Correct." he nodded his head. "Merlin created the moon from his own blood, it was apart of him, was, and still is apart of his descendants."

"I understand, but.. How?" she asked, wonder in her voice.

"Much is unknown to the wizard world, it was never documented.. But he did pass on things to his sons, and his son's passed it on to theirs, and so on and so forth." nodding his head. "Your Uncle might not wish for me.. To divulge you this information, but to not do so would, I think, would be unfair." he paused a moment, gathering his breath to tell the tale. "Merlin, was, as you know, a brilliant wizard, there hasn't been anyone as bright since. He came before the day's of Hogwarts, back as far as our minds could think. The world didn't have the prejudices that it does now, there was just normal people, and then there was the gifted. The normal one's were outraged that during the night, they could not see, while the gifted, or the wizards, could cast a simple spell to fix it, giving them light. They asked of Merlin, leader at the time, to create a source of light, not too much, not too little, to give off light, just enough to know where they were walking. Merlin, understanding their anger, took mercy on the non-magical folk, granting them the gift. He stood on the top of a hill, stones with the four elemental powers drawn on them, laid out in a circle around him. He cut his wrists, drawing his blood across the grass signifying a sacrifice, chanting a old hem that I couldn't repeat even if I knew it, calling up to the Sky God, blessing the land, and everyone on it, and asking for his wish to be granted. The Sky God, acknowledging such a sacrifice, laying down his own life, to give in to a request that could have easily been ignored, granted Merlin his wish. The wish being granted, however, took Merlin's life, and from what my father told me, was that his sons were watching from a distance, where they heard the Sky God talk to them. He said; ' I have taken mercy on your father, though granting his wish, I still must take his life, but.. Instead of casting it into the stars, he will hold a much more importance. He will be the glow that the moon shines, he is and will be the reason there is light when there should not be. His very soul is embedded in the moon, where he will watch over non-magical folk, and magical, for as long as there is life on this earth. From such a sacrifice, you, his sons, will forever hold a power higher than those around you. It will guide you, and the others, through time's you wouldn't be able to get out of without it. Use it well.' And with that, the voice faded, followed by a sudden eruption in the sky, a glow that should have been blinding, gave his son's eye's the same glow it gave off, changing their eye's to the very same blue. Rocks gathered around the glow, slowly forming a giant rock, and with one last power surge, it became solid, and forever has it been there since, giving light to the non-magical folk." he finished, looking for some sort of reaction from the girl.

Skyler sat there in amazement.. How much one man gave up for a wish that was asked by people most people in the wizarding world didn't care about. "Why does that make us powerful? Professor Snape said ' Your blood is pure. ' What did he mean?"

"The moon was a sacrifice given to the non-magical folk by Merlin, a sacrifice that wasn't necessary.. By that noble act, his descendants were forever blessed. Those same descendants were just as kind, and tried to help as they could. The blessing from the Sky God has increased over these many years, and every Dumbledore is known to be, as Severus put, 'pure'." Aberforth answered quietly, his blue eye's starting to twinkle. "As for why that makes us powerful, is simple. Merlin never truly died.. It was a ancient sacrifice to a God long forgotten to these times. His very soul lived inside that giant rock, giving life when the sun does not. As long as his soul lives, his descendants powers will have a inkling to his, therefore, giving them the power of Merlin." he chuckled at his own little pun.

"As long as his soul lives.." she whispered to herself, twirling her wand between her fingers. "Wait, the Sky God said his soul would remain in the rock as long as there is life on earth." she said louder, eye's snapping to his.

"Correct, my dear." he smiled. "Do you sleep well at night? Do you ever find yourself laying in bed, feeling full of energy, itching to get up, and let that pent up power go?"

Nodding her head once, she watched him closely, determining where he was going with this.

"With that, in the morning, when you wake, do you feel slightly drained at first, harder to wake up and get flowing?"

Nodding her head again, eye's opening wide in recognition.

"The Dumbledore's are more powerful when the moon shines, it's Merlin's soul releasing energy, and with you having a connection, feel that energy, and it gives you power.. Power regular wizards could only dream of." his voice going down to a whisper.

Skyler hung to every word, not believing her ears. Merlin's soul, giving off light.. Her, a descendant of Merlin, drawing power from the very light.. She looked out the window trying to take it all in, when she noticed the sun starting to drop. She jumped from the bar suddenly, startling the old man before her.

"Damn it!" she whispered.

"Is something wrong?" Aberforth asked, noting the language.

Turning her gaze to the man, she smiled. "Nothing I can't take care of, just late for Uncle Albus' Defense lesson.. I gotta run."

"Oh." he said simply, obviously enjoying the company.

Frowning, she walked around the bar, and hugged the old man. "Thank you, dad."

Aberforth stood there, shocked for a moment, before he hugged her back, squeezing as tight as his weak arms would let him. "Anytime, and don't worry." he said, winking. "I won't tell you were here."

Smiling and nodding her head, she walked out of the Hog's Head, and into the early September night, breathing in the fresh air. It'd been awhile since she had worked out.. Her summer was filled with visiting friends, and going around with her Uncle, trying to find a Potions Master that was willing to take her in as an assistant, that she had very little free time to herself to just do the little things, like keeping in shape.

Speeding up the pace, she started to sprint the mile long run to the castle, hoping her Uncle wouldn't be too mad at her tardiness. Idea's started formulating in her mind that she could use as excuses, but was cut short as a force tripped her, sending her crashing to the ground.

Forcing herself to stand, she looked around wearily, casting her senses out in precaution. Finding nothing, she turned to here slightly dirty attire, and sighed. Casting a quick cleaning charm, she started back to the castle again, seemingly intent that it was just her tripping over her own feet.

Little was she aware of the tall, blonde, almost white haired man, standing in the shadows of the forest, watching her retreat back to safety.


"I'm sorry.. Vivian wanted me to help her with an assignment, and the time slipped away."

"Very well. We'll just have to make the best of our time, won't we?"

"Yes, sir."

Skyler sighed, looking up at the moon from the astronomy tower, where she sat, legs drawn to her chest, back leaning against the wall. Everything her father said was true, she could feel it. At the thought of her father, she laid her head in her knee's, silently crying.

After awhile of crying, she lifter her head, stomach growling in protest of her skipping dinner to sit on the tower. Standing, she gathered herself, wiping her eye's, headed down the stairs to start her patrol.

She covered her mouth in a huge yawn, dragging herself down the dungeon corridors. She stopped when she heard a deep, rough laugh, followed by a girl screaming. Running to the end of the corridor, she gasped at the picture before her.

Two sixth year Slytherin's were holding a first year Slytherin by her arms on the wall, taunting her, biting her neck, pulling her hair. The girl was clearly a mess, eye's swollen from crying, bruises already forming along her chest, up to a puffy knot on the top left side of her forehead. Looking like she was about to vomit, she screamed again. A scream that pierced Skyler's very soul.

"Enough!" she demanded, anger flashing in her eye's. "50 points from Slytherin."

"Oh?" One of the boys mocked. "How about you make us, Dumbledore."

"Why don't you take the little Mudblood's place, eh? Your much more.." he paused, eye's running over her body hungrily before his eye's met her's again, a smirk forming on his lips. "Appealing."

Glancing at the first year again, she remember the face. It was the muggleborn that had gotten sorted in Slytherin.. 'Poor thing.' she thought.

"Don't touch me!" she snapped, yanking her arm away from the ice cold fingers that grabbed her arm.

"Oh, she's got fire, I like.." the first boy sneered.

Thinking quickly on the situation, she could run, but that would leave the first year to these monsters, and she couldn't do that. She could scream for a teacher, but if the first years weren't heard, her's wouldn't be either. Eye's opening wide as she realized what to do, she looked at the first year, and said; "Go get Professor Snape."

"Don't you dare move, mudblood." the other boy spat.

"Go!" I yelled, before pointing my wand, waving it quickly, sending both boy crashing into the wall. "Hurry!" I insisted when they started getting back up.

Skyler watched as she ran as fast as her short body could take her before she rounded the corner, disappearing from few. Snapping her head back when she heard a curse shot at her, she swiftly sent up a shield, the spell firing back at the caster.

She kept her own, firing curses, dodging them, throwing up shields if they were well aimed. She flicked her wand, sending a nasty burn hex, watching the boy who called the girl the 'M' word yell, before running around, trying to cool his now scolding hot body.

Smirking, she turned her attention back on the remaining sixth year, gathering all the strength she could muster, forgetting all about the sleepiness that had her just awhile ago.

"Expelliamus!" he yelled.

Flicking her wand, deflecting the spell, then silently casting a 'confringo'.

Dodging out of the way from the unknown spell, he cast one of his own, sending her on the floor too.

"I'll teach you to defend filthy Mudblood's, Dumbledore." he spat. "Cruci-!"

"Mr Lestrange!" a voice deep voice boomed. "You dare use a unforgivable? 100 points from Slytherin," he drawled, noting the other boy still running around in a circle trying too cool off. "Each."

"But, sir, we were just having some fun." he whispered, knee's now weak from the cold glare he was receiving.

"You call this fun? Attacking a defenseless first year, then my Head Girl?" he asked, his teeth grinding, eye's darting around the area, noticing the damage from the battle. "Though, it looks like she was winning, am I correct? Two on one, too. Should be ashamed.."

Behind the sixth years eye's, anger bubbled over, sending him into a fury. "Crucio!" he screamed, pointing his wand at Skyler.

Skyer, caught off guard, crumbled to the ground in pain. Wanting to scream from the pain she felt in every vein of her body, she relented, knowing that would only cause him glee. Suddenly, the assault stopping, she gasped for breath, feeling every nerve burn as she forced herself to look up.

Right before her eye's, the Slytherin was up against the wall, a very furious Potions Master in his face, holding him there by his neck, constricting his air ways. With a small smile, her head hit the cold dungeon floor with a thud, contentiousness fading.


Skyler slowly opened her eye's looking around, noting the white hospital wing bed she was laying in. She closed her eye's, remember the attack from last night. Opening her eye's again, she sat up slowly.

"Oh, good, your awake!" her Uncle smiled, standing next to a very worried looking Poppy. "It's good to see you doing well, dear."

"Thank you.." she croaked, grabbing her throat at the sound.

"I'll get you some water, dear.." Poppy said, running off to her office.

Skyler turned her attention back on her Uncle. He didn't look worried in the slightest, in fact, he never looked happier. Her mood immediately darkened. How was he always so cheerful? I'd like to see him jump up smiling from a Crucio.. Skyler thought bitterly.

"I heard about what happened from Professor Snape, and I must say, you put up quite a fight." he smiled kindly at the grumpy blue eye'd girl.

"What about the two boy's, what did you do with them?" Skyler asked, ignoring his comment.

Growing very serious, he sighed. "The boy that casted the unforgivable is now in Azkaban, the other has been suspended."

Nodding her head in satisfaction, she secretly vowed that she would look after that first year girl. How hard it must be to be entering a new world, completely blind to everything, and get attacked within her first week..

"I'd like to congratulate you on your remarkable defensive skills, and the heart to protect someone that couldn't." he smiled again. "50 points to Slytherin."

"Thank you." Skyler nodded her head, letting a small smile play on her lips. "I learned from the best."

Chuckling, he gave his good bye's, and promised to inform her teachers of the happenings as Poppy rushed back from with a glass of water and potions following her.


After a long week of recovery from the spasms from the Crucio Skyler endured, she slowly made her way to the dinner that Friday night. Smirking at Vivian's reaction when she found out she had been in a duel, and the happenings, she declared she officially had a bad ass as a best friend, and started promising that she would find a matching boy that met her standards.

Rolling her eye's, she giggled quietly at the thought of Vivian spinning tale's to seventh year boy's in all the houses about the famous Headmaster's niece.

Walking through the Great Doors, the hall exploded in clapping. Some whistling, others rooting her name. Standing in horror, she looked wide-eye'd at Jarred who stood on the table, chanting her name.

Rushing over to her spot at the Slytherin table, she grabbed his arm, yanking him down. "Sit down!" she furiously when the clapping continued, her attention was caught by the her Uncle calling for their attention. Oh, great! she thought.

"I'd like you all to Welcome back Miss Dumbledore from her recovery from the Hospital Wing, and to say a thank you for protecting another Hogwarts student. Many of you could take her actions as an example, we stick together." raising his goblet, he nodded his head, other students and teaching mimicking his actions.

Burring her face in her arms resting on the table, she avoided the eye's that she knew were on her.

"Excuse me?" a small voice asked.

Looking up, Skyler's face went from agitated, to soft at the first year that was attacked sat across from her.

"I.." she started, blushing a furious red of her own. "I-I just wanted to thank you, for you know.. Rescuing me. If you hadn't shown up, who know's what would have happened."

"Don't worry about it." Skyler's white teeth shinned at the girl, blue eye's twinkling. "We stick together, if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"

"Okay." the first year agreed, now happy with herself.

Smiling to herself, she turned her attention to a Jarred boasting about how awesome his friends were. Rolling her eye's, she smacked a well aimed hit at the back of his head.

"Hey!" Jarred pouted, rubbing the spot.

"Sorry, my hand slipped.." Skyler offered, smiling knowingly.


Well, I hoped you like it! It seems that no matter what Skyler does, Severus Snape is there to assist her!

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