Chapter Five
It was late at night, about eleven, when Becca decided to go out to the common room. She couldn't sleep, her mind kept thinking of the plan, and Harry. As she walked down the stairs, she was startled to find Harry Potter sitting in the common room as well, staring out the window.
"Harry?"
Harry jumped. He turned and saw Becca looking at him. "Oh," he blushed. "Hi Becca. Couldn't sleep either?"
"Yeah," Becca nodded, falling into a large, comfortable chair. Harry sat next to her.
"Tell me a bit about yourself, Becca," requested Harry.
Becca stiffened. "Uh...wh-what do you want to know about?"
"I don't know. Let's start with your family. You said you came from a long line of Slytherins. Who are your parents?"
"I don't know who my mother is," Becca said, her eyes filling with tears. She wasn't lying-her father refused to speak of her, never telling Becca her name, or what she was like. She knew who Nora's mother was-their mothers were two different women.
Harry dropped his head. "Oh, oh I'm sorry Becca. I didn't know, I didn't mean to..."
"Oh, don't be sorry. You're not the one who made her run out on us." *That* was a lie. It was because of her father's downfall that she had left them. Nora and Becca had been raised by various faithful Death Eaters. The more their father regained strength, the more they were allowed to be with him, and when he returned to full strength, he spent all his time with him, making up for lost time.
"What about your father?" asked Harry.
Becca sighed. "I love my father. That's all I have to say about that."
Harry nodded, pretending to understand. "Any siblings?"
Becca's eyes brightened, and she smiled. She loved talking about Nora. "Yes! An older sister, Nora. She's older by a year, and she's my best friend. I also have a great cousin, Pheonixx, who's like a sister to me. I hardly see her, though. She lives in the US."
Harry just smiled and nodded.
"Nora and I do everything together. And whenever Phee visits, she joins in on the fun. We're constantly torturing Wormtai-" Becca's eyes widened, horrified about the information she hand just let slip out.
Harry didn't hear, though. "You torture what?"
"Worms. We torture worms," Becca covered..
Harry raised an eyebrow, but excepted the cover-up. She was so relieved
Becca decided it was too close of a call, and wanted the interview to end. "I'm getting tired, Harry. I'm going to go to bed. Is that okay?"
"Of course," Harry said. "I'm getting tired as well. Good night, Becca."
"Good night, Harry."
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Becca walked down the corridors, heading towards Albus Dumbledore's office. Her head was spinning, she was so confused. Snape had come up to her the other day, priority saying she was off the team. Of course, she didn't believe him, but she wanted to inform Albus of what her "team members" were trying to do to her. She was tired of being told she wasn't on their side.
Though it was true. She was still amazed Dumbledore even trusted her. Of course, she was more like Dumbledore then her own father, though she hated to admit it. She didn't mind Muggles or Mudbloods, she didn't think there was anything wrong with them. But she didn't like Harry. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have had to be raised by Death Eaters. He didn't know what it was like being raised by people who hated him.
*Oh wait*, the thought. *He does know what it's like*. Her pity expanded for him. *And it was father who made him lose his real parents.* She felt bad, though it wasn't enough to stop with the scheme.
She reached Dumbledore's office. "Pixie-sticks," she said to the statue, and it allowed her into the room.
"Becca?" Dumbledore was surprised, and he wasn't the only one.
Sirius and Severus were also in the room, and turned around. The feeling the room turned cold, and Becca's eyes glared.
"So," she said. "You really *don't* think I'm on your side?" She put of a fake act, pretending she was upset and hurt. She even began to cry. "Albus, I can't believe this! I-I...I can't believe you didn't trust me, Albus!" She covered her face with her hands, trying not to laugh.
Dumbledore ran to her. "Oh no, Becca. That's not it at all." He put a hand on her shoulder and led her further into the room. "The three of us were just discussing...Harry." Becca could tell he was lying. "Please, Becca, don't worry. Do you think I would have allowed you to come into Hogwarts if I thought you were working for your father?"
"No," Becca answered, trying to hold back a laugh. *He's too easy,* Becca thought. *What a fool!* She thought again. *And I'm more like this person? No wonder daddy isn't thrilled.*
She looked at Sirius and Snape, both who were sneering at her. They had seemed to grow closer, though they still hated each other. Becca wondered if they knew how much they were alike. Both were so stubborn, both so smart and strong, both just wanting her father to die. And both wanted what was best for Harry. She knew Snape wouldn't admit it, but he did care about Harry.
"Albus, please, we must continue. I have a class soon," interrupted Snape.
"Yes, all right." Dumbledore sat back at his desk. "Becca, we will talk later on. Please, return to your lunch."
Becca nodded, wiped away a fake tear, and walked out of the room.
Sirius turned to Dumbledore, mouth open. "I cannot believe you, sir! You bought her fake crying act? You know as well as Severus and I do that what she just did was an act."
Albus sighed. "Yes, I know. I don't know what to do with that girl."
"I'll tell you what you do," said Snape, furious. "You kick her out on her ass! She's His daughter, Albus. Why did you even let her in? I honestly cannot believe you. You should have heard Minerva the other day! 'I respect Albus, but he has gone too far this time.' She's right Albus, and you know it. You have to get Rebecca out of here, she's a danger to all the students, especially Harry. Have you seen him lately? He's ga-ga over her!"
Sirius nodded. "Severus is right, Albus. You have to do something. Harry's falling for her, and I don't want him to go for His daughter. Besides, what would happen if he found out? Get her out, Albus. While you still can."