Beatrix
I was nervous as I stood in the kitchen of the bed and breakfast and waited for my possible fathers to arrive. I has sent them a note and told them to meet me here at ten thirty. I glanced at the clock and saw it was ten-twenty-five. I had five minutes until I finally knew who my father was. I would finally find out if I had other family. Did I have cousins or siblings I didn't know about? Could I be a Weasley after all? I had done my research on each of my possible fathers. I knew all were possibilities and I was so confused. I had no idea who my father was.
"Beatrix is there a reason you invited Harry, Viktor, and George?" my mother asked as she walked into, he kitchen.
I looked at her and she stood there with her arms crossed staring at me. She was waiting for an answer, but I had a feeling she already knew the answer to her question. She just wanted to hear me say it. I glanced up at the clock just as the men came into the kitchen followed by Shannon. I saw George and Laken holding hands and I smiled. I was happy she had finally found the one she had longed for all these years. Shannon and I had been so wrong when we assumed, she was in love with Teddy.
"Just wait if you want to mother and all our questions will be answered," I said without looking at her. I wasn't really sure if she cared to know, and I knew if I looked at her, I would lose my nerve to do this.
My hands shook as Harry, Viktor, and George stood on the other side of the island and watched me. I balled my hands up in fists and then stretched out my fingers slowly. I took a few deep breaths for I spoke. Shannon came and stood beside me. Everyone watched but didn't speak as she set the tray she was holding down on in the middle of the island. I took another deep breath. Here goes nothing, I said to myself before I finally broke the silence.
"So, each of you has been brought here thinking you may be my father. I didn't mean to deceive any of you. I just wanted to know. My mother has been very vague about who my father is and I am not sure she knows herself."
"I think I know at least I have a good idea," My mother interrupted me.
"Well there's no way you can be a Weasley," George said so sure of himself. "You don't have red hair."
"I wouldn't be so sure if I was you. Have you forgotten your grandmother was a Black," I said proud of myself that I knew that.
He looked surprised. "Yes, I know my facts about each of you. I am an excellent Quidditch player like Viktor, my position is beater like George, and my mother says I have excellent muggle cooking skills like Harry."
I watched the looks on their faces as Shannon pour some of the potion from the pitcher into the three glasses. She placed them in front of the three men and looked back at me. Before I began, I looked back at my mother who stood behind me. She leaned up against the counter with her arms crossed. I couldn't tell if she was mad or not. I couldn't place the look on her face. I had never seen it before.
I turned back to the three men in front of me and spoke, "In front of you is a paternity potion. The potion has my DNA in it and all it needs is yours. Once you place a hair from your head in it if you are my father it will turn purple and if you aren't nothing will happen."
I watched as all three men hesitated. My mother came up behind me and put her arm around my shoulders. I was glad she was here to support me in this decision. She had realized it was important for me to know my father. "I'm sorry I kept this from you all these years," she whispered in my ear.
We both turned our attention back to the three man. I watched as the plucked a hair from their heads and simultaneously dropped it into the potion in front of them. Everyone watched the potion on bated breath. No one moved. No one spoke. We just watched the glasses in front of us filled with the clear liquid. Why was this taking so long? It didn't say how long it was supposed to take.
A tear rolled down my cheek as on of the glasses turned purple. All eyes were on the glass, but I looked up into the eyes of my father. For twenty years I had wondered what he looked like and if I looked like him. Now he was standing in front of me. My mother squeezed my hand, but I didn't look away. I had to admit he wasn't the person I thought would be my father. But this was the moment of truth. I finally knew and I finally had the family I had always dreamed of.
A/N: So the test is complete and Beatrix knows who her father is. But you'll have to wait. Don't you just hate cliffhangers? Who do you think it is? Any guesses?