Here is another update. Read and enjoy. –Sevy14


"Albus she called me father."

"And? You are aren't you?"

"Well I-no."

"No? I fail to see how you are not her father."

"I have not raised her, molded and sculpted her into who she is, I was not there to dry her eyes when she cried. I am merely a sperm donation."

"That is true, but you are the reason she is here today, so you are, in a sense, her father."

"Well I-"

"Just think about it. It is Friday tomorrow and you will have plenty of time to yourself to think about this."

"…"

"I must bid you a good night and I hope that you do not obsess over this much. Just let everything unwind naturally, I assure you, it will all work out for the best."

"Hmmph. Good night." Walking the hallways I can't help but hear the voices of the portraits murmuring and snoring. My thoughts drift to the little girl that is asleep in the infirmary. She is mine, a child I did not know that I had. What do I do now? Do I accept her, the situation, how do I move forward if I do? What do her parent's think? What did her mother tell her in her journal that she left her? I have so many questions that I want answered, and yet I know I must keep myself at bay. The Dark Lord still has followers out there, some with children within these very halls, within my house, how can I explore this without being found out? As I near my quarters my resolve is uneasy, I do not know how to proceed, and as I drift off into sleep the only image that keeps running through my head is Miss Granger calling me father as she slowly drifted off to sleep.


Well that's it for that update. I know that it's short but I hope that you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think. My muse for this story is off elsewhere but I shall try and get it to come back over the course of this summer. I hope you have a lovely Friday and an even better weekend. Happy reading. –Sevy14