Chapter 8 Three fathers and a not so graceful Savior

Nita woke up early the next morning, feeling empty and cold. She had cried herself to sleep last night and woke up a few times during the night. She rubbed

her tired eyes and looked out through the window. The sun was shining and she heard a distant cry from a bird.

She needed a shower so she left the bed and walked into the bathroom. She gave herself a look in the mirror. Her eyes were red from all the crying and

she was paler than usual. Her wavy black hair was unruly, but not as much as her father's´ anyway, thank goodness. She undressed and stepped into the shower.

While showering, she started to think of the previous day. She wanted to forget what she had heard and just keep on living, but she knew that that was impossible.

She felt like a mistake. Her parents hadn't wanted her from the beginning. She was a freak that was never meant to be. She had been forced upon them.

Then it hit her like the lightning. What if her real father came after her. Did he know she existed? If he came after her, her parents would be in danger.

She couldn't let that happen. She had to do something about it. but what? Maybe it was good that she would leave to the school in five days, that way her

parents would be safer, away from her.

She got dressed and headed down the stairs for breakfast. She stopped at the bottom and froze. In front of her, at a small table, sat her parents whispering

to each other. They looked up and saw her. Her mother flew up and threw herself at her. Her mother let out a sob and hugged her tightly.

"Demonita, I'm so sorry. We were so scared that something had happened to you." Nita was stunned. She hugged her mother back. "I'm sorry, but I..." She stopped

when she saw her fathers look.

"Don't you dare say what you were about to say. I know what you were thinking." Now, almost everyone in the pub looked at them with puzzled eyes. Her father

dragged them into a room behind the bar and locked the door. "You felt like you were a danger to us, and wanted to hide from us to keep us safe. That's

wrong. We have always loved you, and I don't care if I'm not your father by blood, I will always be your father, no matter what. And that means that you

never ever have to feel that you expose us to danger, we are here to protect you, no matter what."

She let go of her mother and felt a tear in her eye. "I was a mistake.." she whispered.

Her father drew her into his arms and hugged her tightly to his body. "No, you were not. We all wanted you." Her mother came up beside her and hugged her

from behind. "I was raped, yes, but I never wanted you undone. sure, I wish I never had been raped, but I, We, wanted you nevertheless."

They stayed quiet for a few moments. "About your real father.." Nita cut her father off.

"Please don't talk about it."

Her mother spoke up. "Honey, I think you misunderstood us.."

"What was there to misunderstand!" Nita backed away from her parents. "Voldemort is my father, and that's it. I just have to accept that."

"Voldemort wasn't the one who raped me." Her mother's words hit her with full force.

"What?"

Nita felt like her brain stopped working and she stared madly at her parents. Her mother sighed and spoke up.

"Voldemort wasn't the one who did it. He's not your father alone." Nita tried to understand what her mother was saying, but still, her brain refused to

work. "Not alone?"

Her father gave his wife an encouraging look. "No, he isn't your father alone. There was another one who did it, so you can say that he was your father.

Voldemort had him under imperious, and forced him." Her mother trailed off. Nita could see that she had a hard time speaking about it. Her father took over.

"When it was over, Voldemort gave your mother a potion that would make her child have some of his genes. You got some of them, but not as many as you should.

Your mothers love took some of them away, but not all of them. You still got some of his powers, and that's why you are as powerful as you are."

Nita stared at him. "So you mean, that I'm like Longbottom? He got some of Voldemorts powers too." Her father nodded. "Yes, Mr. Longbottom gained some of the

dark lords abilities but not his genes. You, on the other hand, got some of them, and that makes you in some ways like him as well." Nita didn't want

to think about what they had in common.

"That", her father continued, "gives you another ability. You should be a shape changer."

Nita's jaw dropped. "What? I would have known if that was the case!"

"I'm not sure why you haven't shown it yet, but you should be able to use your different genes from your two "fathers" and change your appearance in some

degree. I have to check in one of my books for the right way to do it. You should be able to look more like Voldemort or look more like the other father

as you wish. But you will always look most like your mother."

"Do you know who my father is? Her parents nodded.

"So, who is my father then? Wait, don't tell me, it doesn't matter." Her parents gave her an unsure look, but let it drop.

Later that day, Nita walked down the alley. She had been allowed, after much arguing, to go by herself for two hours. She had gotten an emergency portkey

back to the manor if needed, and if not, she would meet her parents at the pub after those two hours.

She was happy to get out on her own, and happy that her parents for once in many weeks told her the truth. She wasn't so upset about the whole father thing

anymore, but not happy about it either.

Her first stop was the bookshop. Her father had bought her new school supplies but she wanted some new reading anyway. The shop was crowded and she made

it, with some effort, to the shelves with healing books. She stood there for maybe five minutes and flipped through the books when someone bumped into her

and she fell over.

"Sorry." She looked up at her attacker and was surprised to see a nervous Neville Longbottom looking down at her. "Sorry Potter." She gave him a sour look

and stood up. "Graceful as always Longbottom." He looked embarrassed and picked up a book from the floor. She didn't have anything against him really, but

she couldn't stand his friends, so they were not any sort of friends either.

Nita started to walk away towards the exit when she heard an all to well-known voice.

"Ah, Potter, so you're finally beginning to fall for the famous Boy-Who-Lived. How fitting."

She turned around and met the gaze of a redheaded Ron Weasley.

"You wish Weasley. Your precious Savior has no grace, no tact what so ever, but I don't blame him. It has to do with the people he is hanging around,

I'm sure."

Weasley went red as a tomato. Nita saw Thomas and Finnegan coming so she turned and tried to leave before she was outnumbered. soon she felt a wand pointed

at her and someone shouting. "Don't you dare insult me or my friends!" She smirked. She turned once again to the Gryffindors. "So, Longbottom, you know

how to use a wand? I'm impressed."

She hated herself when she went all slytherin, but she could not help it. She wondered if it had something to do with Voldemorts genes. Maybe.

Longbottom went red but didn't change position. "Why do you have to bee so mean all the time?" Nita nearly fainted.

"What do you think?" She spoke with a low dangerous voice. "Do you think it's funny with you four insulting me and my friends? Did you think I thought it

was funny when you locked me up in a room with a boggart without my wand so I couldn't defend myself? Did you? Do you know how it feels to be humiliated

in the centre of the great hall? Have you ever been wondering how I got to the hospital wing, blind? without help? All this crap just because I didn't

want to go out with Weasley, and told him so."

Nita was about to leave again when she saw a blond tall boy in front of her. She groaned. In front of her stood a confused Draco Malfoy, for once, alone. "Did

they really do that?" She glared at him. "Sod off Malfoy, just sod off."