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(Two weeks later)

Nina

It was time for Christmas break. I knew that Harry and Ron were staying, since Ron's parents were on a trip to Romania, and Harry really didn't want to go home. Fabian and Amber were also staying, because Fabian's brother got a high-paying job and sent their parents on a tropical cruise, and Amber's shopping spree plan was canceled, since her parents wanted her to save for college. Of course, this ticked Amber off, and she decided to stay at Hogwarts.

I, on the other hand, couldn't decide whether or not to stay or go. I hadn't signed either list for staying at Hogwarts or leaving for Georgia, back to Gran. In all honestly, I didn't even know if she was my Gran anymore. Harry said that he was told that the Durseleys' were his only family members still alive. But why did they leave me with our grandmother while he got stuck with the meanest people possible? It didn't make any sense.

One morning, while I was finishing up my oatmeal, a school owl flew down and dropped a pure white envelope smack in the middle of the bowl. I sighed, and fished it out of the mush. I wiped of the sides with a napkin, and looked at the return address; it was from Gran. I ripped it open eagerly. Inside was a rose scented letter, saying:

Dear Nina,

Are you okay, sweetie? You still haven't responded as to whether or not you're coming home. I miss you, but I won't force you to come back.

Sweet, there's something I need to tell you, but I just can't do it over a letter. I need you to come back home for. But, it will affect your wizarding life you forever. The thing is that I am a worker-just let me explain when you come home.

Love,

Gran xoxox

My jaw dropped. She somehow knew… "I need parchment," I announced. Everyone just stared at me, until I shared a knowing glance with Harry. He immediately ripped a title page from his Defense against the Dark Arts textbook, which was our class next period, and handed it to me. Amber supplied a hot pink quill with matching ink.

I bit my lip, trying to figure out what to say. She had lied to me all those years about my parents, but it was for my protection. She knew about my brother, but had kept it from me for good reasons. How could I tell her? I finally ended up saying:

Dear Gran,

I know about Harry, about everything. I'm not mad. I will not be coming back for the holidays.

Love,

Nina xoxox

I gave the owl some pumpkin bread from the table, and sent him off with the note. Then, I knew what my next move was. It was time to get answers from Dumbledore.

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I took a deep breath. It was the second time I'd skipped class, but this needed to be done. The problem was that I didn't know where his office was. I was just wandering the halls, until I came across two gargoyle statues. These weren't any different than the ones I'd passed on the far end of the hall, but when I stopped to rest, they started to move, and their wings folded as the moved apart, the wall back, until a staircase stood in front of me. I quietly tiptoed up it, until I reached a pair of double doors on the landing.

"Come on in, Miss Martin," Dumbledore's booming voice resounded through the stone passage. I came in, my knees slightly shaking.

He sat at an oak desk, which was strangely empty, except for a thick, leather bound book with yellowing pages. A quill sat next to it, with black ink which looked so regal, even though he probably bought it at the same store that I did.

It was a circular room. Large paintings hung on the walls, talking to each other. (I already knew about those, but I was still a little creeped out about that.) A bird cage sat in the middle, but it was full of ashes. Bookcases lined the walls, and red plush couches were near the bookcases.

Dumbledore smiled behind his half-moon spectacles. "I was expecting you'd come around sometime." I nodded, and seated myself on a couch. "I want to know how I and my Gran are related," I barely whispered. He nodded. "Very well. It is a long tale though.

It starts the night your and Harry's parents were murdered. The news spread like wildfire, but it was long before any order ensued and the Ministry of Magic sent out a group of officers to investigate the scene. During that time, the Death Eaters knew that Voldemort was destroyed. Most ran into town claiming that they had been under an Imperius curse, but others…they followed Voldemort's last orders, which were, to kill the twins if, in any possible situation, he failed. These words were very heavy, since Voldemort hates people who doubt him, or if he suffers a moment of doubt."

So five unidentifiable Death Eaters went to the home before the Ministry came. But when they found the two babies, they were too nervous to try to hurt them, lest they meet the same ending that Voldemort suffered." He paused and looked at me meaningfully. I shrugged nervously, since I didn't know why he was staring. He shook his head and continued.

"So they came up with the second best thing. They nabbed the girl, and tried to make off with her." I thought hard, but no memories resurfaced. All I could remember was a green flash of lighting, a baby wailing, a woman screaming, and then blankness.

"But, in their haste to cover up the girl, they left a very obvious trail of magic. I was able to detect it in time, and I told the Ministry to split the investigators into two groups, one to retrieve Harry and one to rescue you. Within that group was Loretta Martin." I was almost furious at that. She was a freaking witch, too! Why didn't she tell me?

"Loretta and the team tracked down the Death Eaters, but the Death Eaters fled before the Ministry could capture them.

After we rescued you, we wondered what to do with you two. We decided that it would be like sending up a flare that all of the evil wizards would be able to see. We decided it would be best to split you up. You seemed to love Loretta, and she was about to retire and move to Georgia to settle down. It was a perfect situation, and Loretta accepted readily, and poor Harry was sent off to the Durseleys." He put a weathered hand on my shoulder where the scar was located. "And that is how you ended up with Ms. Martin. I guess she didn't tell you because she didn't want magic." I took a deep breath, and said something that had been on my mind.

"Professor Dumbledore, you talked about Voldemort as if…as if he is still alive." The corner of his mouth twitched up, and simply said, "Voldemort is too strong to be defeated. Miss Martin, you best be going to class." I nodded, but paused again. "Dumbledore, what do you know about Sarah Frobisher-Smythe and the cup of Ankh?" He pressed his lips together tightly. "That is a discussion for another day, Nina Potter."

Sorry that I haven't updated as punctual as I'm used to. But I'm settling back in, and I usually go to my bedroom an hour earlier than I am now (the Olympics are on!) and I write at night, so expect updates to be a little weird.

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