"It was a power your mother had, but did not tell you about." He says looking intently at you.
"A power? Well what if I do not want this power?" you ask skeptically.
"It does not matter particularly if you want it or not Lanae. It was a part of your mother and most likely a part of you."
"Oh," you mutter, "What is the power?"
"Did you ever hear your mother sing?" he asks.
What a random question. Here we are in the midst of talking about some weird power I might have and he asks me if my mother can sing. Dumbledore is a strange bird. You think trying not to chuckle.
"Yes. Of course. We sang together a lot actually. In the car especially." You answer smiling at the memory.
"Okay, but that was when you were alone. Did she ever sing in public? With other people watching?"
Was he seriously continuing with this weird questioning? But as you tried to remember all the times you had sung together, it always seemed to be when you two were alone. Even when your friends were in the car she had never sang. That's odd, you think.
"Actually, I don't think she ever did." You admit, allowing the confusion to reach your voice.
"Do you have any idea why?" he asks.
You look up at him. Visibly upset. Why was he asking you these things about your mother? Making you remember things you had taken pains in trying to forget. You missed your mother so much. And he was not helping.
"Actually I forgot to ask her before she died. My bad." you say icily.
"I am sorry, that was insensitive. Lanae, my point is that your power has to do with your voice. Your mom was part siren."
You stare at him. "Wait, what?!" I ask.
"You're mom was part siren." He repeats.
"So you're talking about the mythological creatures that would sit on rocks out in the ocean and lure men to their deaths with their voice?"
"That would be the condensed version, but yes." He says calmly, waiting for your reaction.
"So, what is your point Professor? Because at this rate I am going to die myself before I understand what you're getting at."
"You're mom had the ability to control and manipulate people with her voice. The easiest way was by singing, but she eventually learned how to do it by just talking. And according to my theory you should be able to do this as well. Of course you will only be half of whatever percentage your mom was, so that will affect the strength of your power."
You honestly didn't know if you should laugh or not. Your mom, a siren? Or part Siren? Why wouldn't she have told you? Why would she have kept that a secret from you? And it didn't make any sense… you had been in numerous choirs and never put someone under some goofy spell. This was insane.
"I know you may think it is improbable Lanae. But I promise you, your mother had this power. Why she kept it from you I do not know. Maybe she was afraid of her own power, maybe she was afraid you would be. Either way it is the truth. And I knew you had to know." He says almost as if he was reading your mind.
"Okay, even if I did somehow believe you, how does this power of mine work? Is there an instruction manual she left me?"
"Alas, no. There is no one-hundred percent guarantee you even have her power. The gift very well may have skipped you. But maybe now that you know, so will your power and maybe it will be of some use to you. In the future." He says kindly.
"In the future when I want to force people to do my bidding?" you take a deep breath and continue, "I am not going to say I believe you. But thank you for filling me in. I will practice sometime." Though how you practice something you might not even have the ability to do was beyond you.
"Good. I am glad. You can head back now. It is getting pretty late, and you look exhausted."
You nod slightly, standing up, but then hesitate. Something had been nagging at you the entire time he was rambling about this whole siren power you might maybe may have. Harry.
"Professor? I have feelings for Harry Potter." You blurt out.
He looks at you with a funny looking smile and responds, rather tickled, "Lanae, I am not one to come to for any advice involving the teenage love life."
"You had to have known that wasn't what I meant by telling you that." You say, trying not to lose your temper. "I meant, should I tell him?"
His comical expression turned serious in an instant. "Lanae, it is up to you. He will find out sooner or later. And if you really do have feelings for him, then I suggest telling him sooner rather than him finding out later. Keeping it from him will only lead to betrayal."
"Thank you professor. You're not too bad in the advice department," you say, smiling up at him. You then turn around and leave him chuckling silently to himself in his office.
As you walk back to the Gryffindor common room you find yourself debating what had just taken place. Dumbledore had to be insane. I mean even if I believed his whole spiel, there would be no way to prove it. I was not going to start singing randomly in hopes someone gets all glassy-eyed, you think. Your mother would have told you. And then somehow that transitioned over to Harry, and the fact you still didn't know what to do. Harry wasn't stupid, he'll figure it out soon, and you don't know what will happen when he does. You decide to tell him. Tonight.
"I'm not going to be getting any sleep tonight." You mutter out loud.
"You got that right." A cold voice says behind you.
You turn around as fast as you could, but not before you are hit with a spell and your wand flies far away from you. You look down the hallway and see three shapes coming towards you. And you knew one of them was Draco.
"You shouldn't be out in the halls by yourself so late at night Lanae." He says coming into view, his two goons trying to keep up with him.
"You shouldn't be such a douche bag, but I don't go around ordering you about now do I?" you snap. You did not have time for his games. You start walking over to pick up your wand.
"I wouldn't do that Lanae." Draco says, pointing his wand at you. You stop moving and just look at him.
"What are you going to do now? Rape me?"
"Don't think it hasn't crossed my mind Anderson. You're lucky, bigger things are in motion tonight." He says now close enough he grabs your neck. You had been planning to punch him and make a run for it, but his last statement sent a tremor of fear down your back.
"What do you mean?" you ask giving him the coldest glare possible.
"You know Harry was looking for you." Draco says, emphasizing the was.
You push him away from you. You didn't want him near you, let alone touching you. "What did you do?" you ask angrily.
"Nothing he wouldn't have done to us." He spits out. The other two goons chuckle evilly. A raw sense of foreboding trickled down your spine. "We put him in a safe place for now. Well semi-safe I guess. If you call a place with a dementor safe." You knew that was impossible. It was wasn't it? At least not hear on campus.
"You're bluffing." You say trying to stall in hopes a plan would formulate in your mind.
"He's not actually."
"Really funny from our point of view."
"And we got his wand."
The two goons were talking. You didn't know which said what but it gave you enough of a distraction to punch Draco in the face and dive for your wand.