I'm really sorry that I haven't posted in a while, it's just so hectic at this time of year! I know some of you have been waiting for what happens when people start to find out who Amunet is, and when she meets her parents. Well, I can promise you it's going to happen, but perhaps not quite yet. The story needs time to develop, so I'm sorry if it's a bit boring at the moment. All reviews, messages, etc are appreciated – they are my inspiration to continue! Thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series. All credit to J.K Rowling for creating the magical world of Harry Potter.

Amunet's POV

As Amunet wandered along after the Headmistress, she examined every part of the castle she passed. It was enormous, and she was enthralled by the sight – besides, there was so much information here! Perhaps she would find some information on her parents. Also, she loved to explore, and her memory was excellent. As long as she took in enough of her surroundings she would never get lost here, and would always be able to find that hall again.

McGonagall's POV

Minerva McGonagall had taken on the role of headmistress after the death of Severus Snape, and she was now coming to the end of her teaching career. However, she still remembered every student who she had ever taught – and that was why she needed to talk to Amunet. As soon as she had seen her, she had recognised parts of her – and she had a feeling she knew exactly who this girl was. Even if Amunet did not know herself yet.

Amunet's POV

Eventually, Amunet found herself standing outside a large stone gargoyle. The headmistress stepped forward, and Amunet wondered if this gargoyle hid some sort of secret passage. It would be quite a clever way to hide an office, putting it down a passage people didn't know existed.

"Whiskers" McGonagall stated clearly.

To Amunet's surprise, the gargoyle did not move. Instead, the roof above her head opened up and a small platform descended in front of her.

"The gargoyle used to be the entrance, but it was destroyed in the war. Now I use a different entrance to the same office." The headmistress explained. "Just stand on the platform next to me."

Amunet stepped forward onto the platform.

"Severus" McGonagall stated.

The platform rose slowly, spinning slightly as it did so, until it emerged in a strange office. The sensation left Amunet feeling slightly ill, and also like her brain was scrambled. It felt very strange.

Calmly, Headmistress McGonagall walked off the platform and sat down at her desk. "You may feel a little odd. The platform is charmed so that anyone who travels on it can only tell the truth while in this room for the next hour. I find it invaluable when finding troublemakers and sorting out issues."

Amunet started to panic. Now she couldn't lie if she was asked about her family!

McGonagall eyed her closely. "The reason I have brought you hear is because there is a slight issue with you being at Hogwarts. While you are clearly a witch, and a clever one at that, all members of this school must state their parentage so we know their blood status. This is not to encourage discrimination, in fact it is to encourage unity. When your guardians put your name down they refused to give the names of your parents. I do not know if they knew who they were, but I expect they did. So I am going to ask you now – do you know the names of your parents?"

Amunet tried so hard not to answer. Every nerve in her body was standing on end, and she felt like a criminal. But the words came from her mouth before she could stop them.

"Yes, I know their names. But I have never spoken to them."

McGonagall nodded. "Good. Now, I can remember every pupil I have ever taught at this school. There are two who you every strongly remind me of – in fact, you remind me of their other children as well."

Amunet swallowed. McGonagall seemed to know exactly who her parents were, and that was disastrous. If she knew, soon all the staff would know. Then the pupils. Then everyone. Soon enough, the entire world would face the scandal of her existence – and Amunet would go from a clever, beautiful girl, who did a bit of modelling and made friends with many people, to the hated love child of Harry Potter's wife and an ex-Deatheater.

"I am not planning on telling many people who you are."

Amunet's head snapped up, and she locked eyes with the headmistress. Her identity would remain a secret? That would be brilliant!

"If you are who I think you are, your existence would change the world. Just one hour ago the divorce papers between the woman I believe to be your mother and her husband were signed. The reasons are currently unclear to most people, but you, in their eyes, would solve the mystery."

"Ginny and Harry divorced?" Amunet asked.

Inwardly, she cursed herself. Why on earth did she say that? Now the cat really was out of the bag – if it hadn't been before. Her mother was Ginny Potter – no, now Ginny Weasley. The ex-wife of Harry Potter, defeated of Voldemort.

McGonagall's eyes dilated momentarily, then she sighed.

"So I was right. Your mother is Ginny Weasley. Your father, I presume, is Draco Malfoy."

"Yes." Amunet didn't trust herself to say anything else.

"Very well. I will keep your secret. However, I will tell your real parents that I know who you are. Just in case. After all, they deserve to know how you are getting on."

Amunet felt her chest tighten slightly. "Can I meet them? She asked.

The headmistress looked shocked for a moment. "I can see if I can arrange it, but it would be dangerous. If you were seen... still, I can try. Perhaps they can come up to Hogwarts one day."

Amunet nodded, and smiled. "Thank you. For promising not to tell anyone. I don't think anyone else would do that."

Headmistress McGonagall just looked at Amunet. "I feel sorry for you. You will always have to live with the fact you are a mistake. You can't tell anyone who you really are. Your life is a web of lies. No-one should have to live like that."

Amunet suddenly felt very sad. She was a mistake. She shouldn't exist. She would never really belong.

"Go back to the hall now. Try not to get lost, but I doubt you will. Your parents are both very intelligent and have excellent memories. I'm sure you are the same. Don't tell anyone else who you are. No matter what happens. If You have any more questions, just come to me." McGonagall smiled slightly.

Amunet turned away and stood on the platform. She felt the strange sensation begin again, and was just about to descend when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Before you leave." McGonagall stated. "You should have this."

She handed Amunet a small white box. Amunet opened it and gasped. It was a ring, a beautiful silver ring with a green stone in the middle.

"That was your fathers ring, passed down through the family to be given to the first female born. It is yours. Never wear it in public, just in case. I'm sure your father would want you to have it."

Ten minutes later, Amunet walked back into the Great Hall. The other Slytherins were waiting for her expectantly.

"What did she want?" Tanith asked.

"Yeah, what did the hag want?" Asked a repulsive older boy.

Amunet glared at the boy. "She's a perfectly nice lady, toad face. Besides, I really don't tyhink you could call anyone a hag. You are much more disgusting than that. In fact, I think you are the definition of ugly, stupid, and cruel."

Some of the Slytherins laughed. The boy looked annoyed, but before he could do anything Scorpius intervened. He seemed to have power over the others, even the Seventh years.

"Calm down, Goyle. You were out of line."

The boy, Goyle, grunted and turned away.

"So what did she want?" Tanith pressed.

"Oh, nothing important, just something Louise and Nathaniel said to her. Doesn't matter really. Anything happen while I was gone?"

The group settled back down, and soon everyone had finished eating and they were leaving the hall.

However, just as the Slytherins broke off to head down to the dungeons (Amunet thought that was where they were going at least), there was a loud bang. Everyone spun around to see a fifth year Hufflepuff trapped underneath a suit of armour.

"It fell on me!" He cried.

A group of other Hufflepuffs surged forward to help, when there was a pop and the source of the commotion was revealed. A poltergeist was floating in the air above him.

"Ahahahaha" The Poltergeist cackled.

Amunet had a sudden overwhelming urge to make the thing shut up.

"Just be QUIET!" She yelled, before throwing the box in her hand at him.

To her amazement, it actually did something. Instead of passing straight through, it bounced off his chest and knocked him backwards.

"Ack!" The poltergeist complained, before disappearing.

The fifth year boy had been freed, so everyone began to disperse. However, as Amunet stepped forward to retrieve her box, a shadow fell over her.

It was Scorpius. "How did you do that? Peeves is a poltergeist, he isn't properly solid."

"I just threw the box and it hit. I don't know how. I wasn't thinking." Amunet replied offhandedly.

Scorpius looked down at the box. Suddenly, he gasped and backed away.

"That... that's my dads ring box. How did... only a Malfoy can touch those boxes. Only a Malfoy. How did you steal..."

Amunet nearly froze in shock. Damn. Now Scorpius was going to know...

"I didn't steal it! I was bought it... as a present. At Christmas. Why, is it yours? Did someone give me a stolen gift?" Amunet hoped he wouldn't notice the lie.

"A present? Well, I don't know how it could be stolen, because people can only touch those boxes if a Malfoy wants them to, or if they are a Malfoy themselves. Besides, that has been missing for years. But I don't think you should have it. After all, you're not.." Scorpius looked up at Amunet and paused. "Or are you..."

Amunet was panicking, wondering what he was going to say next.

"Are you a Malfoy?"

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