(A/N): Hi, sorry I had kinda lost all sorts of inspiration for this fic since August. I didn't know whether or not people liked it so I kind of cast it aside in favor for my other projects. I apologize now to my readers, please update and tell me what you think of this new chapter.

Merrymow: You kinda reminded me that I had this story still, thanks!

Chapter 21

The small girl blearily opened her eyes to the headmaster's office.

Severus and Albus abruptly stopped talking as she showed signs of moving.

"Mia?" Albus questioned pleasantly.

Said girl sat down in the chair next to Severus. Not acknowledging the greeting, she blurted out, "Tell me about my parents...please," she added the last word as an afterthought.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled majestically, but he started his tale somberly.

"Your birth father, Nate, was a wizard and Lira was a witch."

Mia froze at the name of her father, but motioned for the Headmaster to continue.

"The two of them attended Hogwarts, graduated and had your brother. They were both Ravenclaws, both Prefects, your mother was Head Girl and your father was the Ravenclaw Chaser," Dumbledore paused, pulling off his half-moon spectacles and slowly rubbing his weary eyes before continuing.

"After Hogwarts, your father and mother were married and she was soon pregnant with your brother, Justin. They decided not to have their kids associated with the terror of the ongoing war and moved to Muggle America. Your brother was born a Squib, but still possessed unusual strength in Defense. That is why he's done such a good job in the military as an adult," Dumbledore was interrupted as Mia asked a question.

"Does he know he's..."

Dumbledore smiled softly at the small child, "No he doesn't."

Mia let out a sigh of frustration. She had hoped she would be able to talk to her brother about some things.

Albus Dumbledore noticed and caught her eyes, but Mia doubled her natural mental shields as best as her untrained ability allowed her to.

Angry, dark-blue eyes stared into lighter ones and Dumbledore lowered his in a sign of apology, before continuing the story.

"Your father quit being an Auror and decided to stay home with his son while Lira continued to work at the St. Mungo's. They lived peacefully, despite Voldemort's influence in the other part of the world.

Later, they had you..and they were even happier. The two of them had everything they wanted, a girl and a son to carry on the family name."

Mia lowered her head, knowing what was coming and dreaded it.

The Headmaster continued, not seeing the look of foreboding on her face.

"A couple of years later they had your sister and your parents were happily accepting such a full household. Soon after your mother was pregnant again, this time with a boy, Lira and Nate decided that he would be their last child. I'm sure you remember that terrible accident that happened so long ago. Is that what you wanted to know?" Dumbledore finally looked up at Mia's ashen face.

"Mia?" he repeated.

The small girl slowly nodded and walked stiffly from the room, Severus close behind her. The Potions Master shot a glare at the sometimes oblivious man, before leaving.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, after popping a beloved lemon drop in his mouth. "I've done my part, let the rest of the chips fall as they may."