A/N: I'm very sorry that I've been away for a few weeks (again), apart of many other reasons, I've been with exams at university,and I try to stay away of my "geeky" hobbies during this time of year. But I'm back, and with lots of updates, I hope. :-)

This part has been hard. I had to decide weather I kept the intrigue a little more or began to tell everything at once, and I have written and rewritten it several times. After a PM from Betty. Q I realized it was time to post at least something, so I'm sorry it's not a very long part, but it's an update, and a very interesting one, I promise.

Enjoy!

Who is Isobel O'Flaherty?

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Part 6

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The 1966 year book

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His words hanged in the air for a long moment, while she sat on the other armchair at his left. She couldn't go back to the Order, she thought, she wasn't ready, and even if she was...

"...there's Isobel," she said, "I can't go back to the war having a baby in charge."

"Well, that's what I actually came to talk about, Minerva," he talked with a soft voice and rested his hand on hers. At first she accepted his touch understanding it as a friendly physical contact, but then she realized he was comforting her in advanced because he was going to ask her again to give Isobel away, so she got free from his hand.

"NO!" she yelled angrily standing up.

"Minerva, please..." he stood up too.

"I told you, NO!" she repeated moving away from him, she wouldn't let Albus or anyone take away the only good thing there was in her life.

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He had never seen her like that before; not during his student years when Minerva had only been his professor, and certainly not during the last three years, working together in the school. And yet, there she was, the great and strong-character Minerva McGonagall, weeping in front of him because of his fault.

While their relationship had never been anything special as professor and student, it had changed now that they were both adults. They both seemed to enjoy arguing about anything and having laugh of each other using witty irony and sarcasm. Sometimes it even look as if they had a secret word code that only Minerva and Severus could understand because the rest of the staff didn't get their puns. That made them feel smarter and they both liked that feeling.

This time, he wasn't feeling smart at all.

At first he felt uncomfortable with her tears and wasn't sure if he should stay or leave her alone. Then he began to feel awful for what he'd done, for whatever memories he'd awoke on her, and tried to figure out a way to stop her sobbing.

He walked around the table, stood next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he said.

He didn't count how many seconds or minutes he stood there in a silence only broken by her crying, but his hand rested on her shoulder long enough to make that uncomfortable feeling surround him again. But then, a soft touch tickled him. Minerva had stopped crying and was now holding his hand with hers.

"Eleven years ago," she explained with a trembling voice, "I did something terrible."

"You were young," Severus interrupted, "I'm sure you had your reasons to give up your child."

"No, Severus," she raised her face to look up at him, "Isobel is not my daughter," she confessed.

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"Isobel!" Berta called her friend in the middle of the hall and the young girl stopped and turned around, only to see her classmate running towards her with Anthony and Charlie behind her.

"I told you, I hate this assignment," Isobel exclaimed, "I don't care if professor Quirrell fails me, I have nothing to tell about my family's heritage."

"But we found something," Anthony interrupted her and turned to look at the young Weasley, who took out a library book from his bag.

"I was looking at my parent's yearbook to talk about their youth when I saw her," he opened a book by a previously marked page. In the middle of it there was a black and white picture of a bunch of old students. At the bottom of it, it said Slythering 7th Year 1966-67. Charlie pointed out at a young girl from the first row.

"What about her?" she asked, not understanding anything.

"Can't you see it? She looks exactly like you!" he exclaimed.

"So what? I look like an old student of the school..." she said with no kind of amusement.

"Wait, that's not all..." he said turning the page, "here's the name of all the students, look," he placed his finger on the page, right next to a random name, and Isobel read it out loud.

"Fergus... O'Flaherty," she said and then looked at her friends, "you think I could be related to him?"

"Why not? You look exactly like one of his classmates, probably they got married after school, just like my parents did." Charlie explained.

"Wouldn't it be amazing, Bel!" Berta exclaimed.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

P.S. As I said, I'm sorry this wasn't longer, but I would love to know what you think of the story so far now that you have a new hint of where I want to go with it. ^.^