CHAPTER TWELVE

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I knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office after climbing the circular stairs that lead to the office. I was fuming. I had let out my secret (after the first week I might add) and I was mentioned in the Daily Prophet. Well, not by name, but what other "secret source" who is apparently on "good" terms with Dumbledore would have any "interesting information." I was mad. God! Does he actually think that I'm going to tell him? What makes him so high and mighty anyway? So what if he's not afraid of Voldemort? So what if he's the only one he ever feared? What gives him the right…?!?!

"Come in!" Dumbledore's voice rang through the door.

I took a deep, calming breath and went through the door.

"Ah, Miss Macauley, I thought it might be you," he said with a smile that I didn't return. "I take it you saw the article then?"

"What on earth makes you think that this will change anything?" I blurted out before I could stop myself, being the eleven-year-old I was.

"Well, nothing gives me the right, I merely couldn't think of any other way to get you to come and talk to me about this disturbing intrusion on the Wizard Bank."

"Was anything taken?"

"No,"

"Was anyone hurt?"

"No,"

"Then why is it so important that I tell you anything on this matter, Sir?" Least I remembered the "sir" this time…

"Because no one has every tried to rob Gringotts and gotten away before. The item they were trying to steal has a considerable amount of value."

"Everything has its first time, Sir; I don't see why this is any different."

He sighed, "I suppose that you're right then. However, was it the work of dark magic?"

"Whatever happens, happens, Sir,"

"Is that a yes or a no then?"

"Neither,"

"You are going to be very difficult about this aren't you?"

I smiled, "We agree on something then?"

"What if I make an arrangement with you?"

"Go on,"

"If someone is going to get hurt--"

"I'd be in here everyday. Besides, Madam Pomfrey is up to it."

"Very well, if there is going to be a death, you shall inform me,"

"Sir, not that I want anyone to die, but certain things won't be able to occur unless someone…passes…and some of those things are good, some not so good."

"So you admit that people will die then?"

"Not for years and years. The robbery has absolutely no effect on these though, or very little if it does."

"Well, your end of the bargain is nearly complete then isn't it? Would you like to know to whom you have relations?"

"Umm…not yet. I haven't had much chance to work on that yet."

"Would you like a hint then, since that is what you have given me?"

"Why not?"

"You are related to them through your father's side of the family."

"No offense, Sir, but I kinda knew that already." He frowned, "My mom is French-Canadian and a little bit Native American, no Scottish or British."

"Ah, I see, well then, I guess I should tell you that most of the family that you're related to are in fact, magic."

I nodded. That's a little better…at least now I can do some snooping around…

"Well, Miss Macauley, I believe that you were visiting with Hagrid before you stormed in here," I blushed. "So, why don't you go back and find your friends? You can tell them that this entire ordeal is between you and I. In front of Hagrid would probably be best, he'll make sure that they don't bother you too much."

"Thank you, sir."

And with that I left Dumbledore's office, a little more relieved than when I had entered.

At least I'm not alone in this now…wonder what's gonna happen when Sirius escapes from Azkaban…? Too far for me to worry about I guess…

I shook off the thoughts of what was to come in the next few years. Instead I decided to think about what family I was related to. I decided to tell Harry, Ron, and Hagrid that that was the reason I was allowed to come to Hogwarts, they would help me.

Well, who looks like me? Dark hair…might be from mom though…whatever, it's a start…dark skin…again probably from mom…my height? Nah, I'm still growing…wait, I was tallest in my fifth grade class…brown eyes? Could be from anyone…my nose is a reasonable size…okay lots of people have family noses…maybe…

I found myself at Hagrid's door after going through a ton of traits I thought might help me out. In the end I choose to go with the hint Dumbledore gave me. I'd be at least one generation away from whoever I was related to anyway. We might not look anything alike at all.

I knocked at the door and was told to come in.

"I'm back," I said lamely.

"Kailey, what's going on?"

"Professor Dumbledore said that what's going on is strictly between me and him."

"Well, there yeh have it boys." I exhaled an awfully big amount of air.

"But there is something that I want to tell you guys. It's about the reason that I'm here and not at some American school."

"Really?"

"He gave you a real reason then?"

"Yeah, he did. I'm related to someone who goes here and I guess Dumbledore wants me to meet whoever it is for whatever reason."

"Who are you related to?" asked Ron, frowning.

"That's the thing, I've gotta figure that out myself."

"Well, it must be someone important if yer comin' here instead."

I nodded, "But who? I can't think of anyone who is anything like me."

"Maybe that's why Dumbledore wants you to try to do this yourself. Maybe whoever you're related to is someone who is really obvious, like right under your nose." Said Harry, staring into the fire.

"Like who, Harry?"

He shrugged.

"Oh my God!" Ron practically yelled.

"What?" we all jumped.

"It must be Harry! You two must be related somehow!"

"Now, hold yer dragons, Ron! Don' yeh think Dumbledore woulda mentioned somethin' like tha'?"

We didn't hear what Hagrid said, we had all flown out the door and were back on our way to Dumbledore's office.

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