A/N- Thank you to Claz and Essabellia for putting this story alert list. I feel like people who alert don't get recognised enough, so there you go. And here it is: Chapter 11!
Disclaimer: *sighs* nope, still don't own it.
Chapter 11
Professor Rudd hated me. It wouldn't bother me so much, except for the fact that he had no reason to. At all. I gave up trying to figure out why months ago, though.
Class was miserable as usual, I sat in the far corner, hoping not to have to endure any torment from Rudd today, but he singled me out.
I threw a note at the back of George's red head. Rudd saw me somehow. "Miss Harrison. Would you please like to tell the class the content of that note?"
"Well seeing as George now posses it, I guess not, sir," I replied, doing my best to hold my tongue.
Rudd scratched his graying goatee, and then turned his stare to George. "Mr. Weasly?"
George stood up with a smile on his face. He un-crumpled the paper and cleared his throat. "Dear G, Rudd is giving me 'the look' again! I wish he would keep his pig nose out of things and just teach class! Meet you in the Great Hall after class, -M."
Professor Rudd looked displeased. I could tell he had been hoping for something more interesting like "Dear George, I love Cedric Diggory." But that wasn't going to happen for two reasons.
One, I did NOT love Cedric Diggory. And two, even if I did, why would I throw a note enclosing that information across the room to someone. Especially one of the Weasley twins.
Rudd cleared his throat and motioned for George to sit back down. "I will see you after class, Miss Harrison," he said to me. It was like his ugly black eyes were looking right through me.
Half an hour later, the bell rang and I began to gather my things when Rudd called me to his desk.
I skulked my way over there and stood in front of the messy desk. "Yes, Professor?"
He took off his glasses and glared at me for a moment before speaking in his harsh, gravelly voice. "Miss Harrison, I do not allow note passing in my classroom. And I wouldn't advise you to be throwing information at Weasley, either."
I tried my best not to be angry. "George happens to be my friend. And why not?"
"Those bleeding blood traitors are lousy at keeping their mouths shut."
My own mouth hung open. This was a professor! Talking crap about my friends!
"Why are you picking on me then!" I blurted out, and quickly covered my mouth.
He chuckled. "Because, m'dear, you are far worse than any blood traitor I've met."
"And why is that?" I snapped at him. My patience with him was wearing thin.
"You are a gigantic lie and the truth about your pa-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as Professor McGonagall burst into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Excuse me, Professor Rudd, I need Memory Harrison immediately," Her voice lowered and quavered a bit, "It's urgent."
I felt a sudden knot form in my stomach. I didn't know McGonagall very well, but if she was the one coming to get me and not a student, it was serious.
I grabbed my bag off my desk as I hurried after McGonagall, my black chucks making squeaking noises on the stone floor. I followed her out in to the corridor, where I caught up with her pace.
"What's going on?" I asked her, not bothering to hide the concern in my voice.
"Professor Dumbledore has something he needs to tell you," Was all she said to me.
Dumbledore's office was magnificent. The high ceilings and the many relics and paintings hanging on the walls were amazing. I didn't have much time to take this in before Professor McGonagall hurriedly sat me down in a chair opposite a large wooden desk that was crowded with trinkets.
The overlarge chair that had been turned away from me, suddenly swiveled back reveling Professor Dumbledore.
"Please have a seat, Minerva," He said calmly to McGonagall. She took the chair next to me.
Dumbledore gazed at me for a moment with his brilliant blue eyes through his crooked spectacles that rested on an equally crooked nose.
"I have some important matters to discuss with you, Memory," He said. I gulped. I hoped he hadn't heard my back-talking to Rudd earlier.
He chuckled and adjusted his half-moon spectacles. "No, not your row with Professor Rudd, although that does have something to do with it…"
McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
"Memory, you may not be ready to hear this, but it's best you find out sooner rather than later. Your parents, Margret and Daniel Harrison, are Squibs, correct?"
I nodded slowly, unsure as to where this was going.
"If you did not know, I will tell you it is impossible for two Squibs to produce a magical offspring," Dumbledore explained calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
I could feel my eyes bulging out of their sockets. "What?" I exclaimed, astonished. "But-but does that mean I'm- I'm-"
Dumbledore finished the sentence for me, "Adopted. Now Memory, you have heard of Voldemort, have you not?"
I nodded, still in shock, hardly paying attention.
"Well, back during the War, Voldemort killed many people." He paused. "and he killed your family."
I shook my head. That wasn't possible. That wasn't possible.
"No. My parents didn't live in the magical world, they told me that, I know-!"
"Memory, please calm down, no need for alarm."
Believe me, headmaster, there is a need for alarm.
And the plot thickens! Alright, so hopefully 12 will be up within this week as well. I hate it when stories aren't updated like every week or so, so I do try to update mine as frequently as possible.
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-Valfish