Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter things. All that I
own is the two new Characters. Also, the plot is mine.
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Sicily was frozen with shock. Standing there she looked at the man behind the desk, scared and unsure what to do next. Gabby looked at her, curious and a little concerned about how Sicily was acting.
"Sicily, this is Professor Albus Dumbledore," Gabby said, taking Sicily's arm and leading her forward. "Dumbledore, this is Sicily."
Dumbledore looked at Sicily, and smiled a warm smile.
"It's a pleasure to meat you Sicily," Dumbledore said. "But, I am somewhat interested as to who you think I am. I seem to be someone you recognize, and I have to say you do seem familiar yourself."
Sicily opened her mouth, searching for words. She blinked a few times trying to clear her mind. Finally she took a deep breath and spoke, her words come slowly at first.
"Your him, the man in the photos, with my mum and dah." She spoke, not looking at him and almost to herself. "I grew up knowing your face. They said you were…were…really close to them. I knew your name sounded familiar. I heard it in lots of stories from my mother and father, growing up. I had just forgotten it, since no one had been around to tell me for the last four years. I…"
She faltered for words, and stopped, trying to fight the tears that were burning in the corner of her eyes. Dumbledore sat there watching her and never said anything. Instead he watched and allowed her to have her say. Gabby stood there watching Sicily. This change in attitude had startled her, but now she was getting over that and it was being replaced by concern.
She reached out a hand to comfort her, but stopped at a look from Dumbledore. He stood up and walked around his desk to stand in front of Sicily.
"Are you ok?" Dumbledore asked her, since she still seemed to struggling with some internal battle.
"I-I think so," Sicily whispered.
"You said you knew me, or at least of me," Dumbledore said, slowly. "I'm curious, who were your parents?"
Sicily looked at him and swallowed trying to get rid of the lump in her throat.
"My mother and father were named Bridie and Jonathon Trealeon."
Dumbledore's face had no change of expression for a second and then he smiled a fatherly smile.
"Now everything starts to make sense," he said slowly.
Sicily looked at him thoughtfully. What makes sense? She thought as she looked at him and his twinkling eyes; but all she said was,
"Does it?"
"I knew your mother and father well. They were close friends of mine." Dumbledore paused at this point and looked at Sicily and Gabby in turn. "Why don't you have a seat?"
Gabby led Sicily to a chair and then took a seat herself. Dumbledore returned to his seat behind his desk.
"I knew you mother was pregnant the last time I saw her, but I never met the child. When you're family disappeared," he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully, "I wondered when I would hear from the family again. It's a pleasure to finally meet their daughter. You really do look like your parents, and you definitely have some of your great-grandmother in you as well."
Sicily looked at him wondering how he could remember her parents so well, when it had to have been at least fifteen years ago that he had seen them. Also, he had mentioned her great-grandmother. She herself had never met her great-grandmother and was curious how she could look like her.
"What do you mean, I have some of my great-grandmother in me?"
"You've got a very similar face shape and even the ears, resemble her," he said.
Sicily reached up and tucked some of her long hair behind her ear. Halfway she stopped and picked up a piece of her hair in her fingers. She looked at it somewhat curiously. It was a dark, brownish-black color and had a nice wavy quality to it. She fingered her hair softly and noticed that there was some silver color in some strands. She'd noticed it before, but it struck her now how odd it was for her to have silver highlights in her hair. They weren't gray either, but shiny silver. She shoved the though out of her head.
"My parent's trusted you. Quite a bit." Sicily spoke now, trying to talk calmly. "They spoke of introducing me to you some day. But when they died, when they all went away, I had to fend for myself and just forgot about you, and everyone they had mentioned I could turn to."
Dumbledore looked at Gabby, his eyes asking if what she said was true. She simply nodded and kept listening to Sicily.
"I only ever knew my family. I was born in our house, delivered by my Aunt Maribel. The only people who lived with me my whole life were my two Uncles, my Aunt, Grandmother, and Mum and Dah. You… you knew them. You know why they went away. Why did they hide? Why'd they run away? Was it really so horrible? They kept me away from everyone and then the left me! I was all alone! So alone…"
She sank down to her knees, her shoulders shaking with the sobs that fought to escape her. At that point, Gabby hurried to her side and gently stroked her hair, before holding her close and encouraging her to cry and let it all out. Dumbledore sat behind his desk a little longer before getting up and coming over to Sicily as well. He conjured a soft handkerchief and gently held it out to her nose. She took it in her shaking hands and wiped her face. She stood up and moved to a chair, where she fought to get herself under control.
"I'm sorry, I just…"
"Shh, it's fine dear," Gabby, cooed in her delicate accent. "You have gone through a lot of grief and pain, and no one will shame you for crying."
Dumbledore came and sat across from Sicily and took her hands.
"You have been very brave, and your parents would be most pleased with you. You have shown yourself to truly be a child of your family. I did know them very well, and loved each and every one of them. For you to have survived through these past four years, on your own, was an amazing accomplishment." Dumbledore spoke gently and encouragingly. "Life has dealt you a hard hand. Yet, you have faced it and shown a strength and courage not found in most adults."
Sicily looked at him with tears still silently streaming down her cheeks.
"Now, you have been forced from your cover, and the world you have come to know, into one that is strange and new. If I have heard correctly, you showed a great amount of power today. There a very few wizards and witches, in today's world, that would stand up to Voldemort. He is a very powerful man, and yet you managed to come out the better in your confrontation with him. That is a rare gift indeed."
Sicily looked at him curiously. "I didn't do much! I was mad at him, furious at him for being in my house. No one knows – knew where it was! How could he find it? I was fine…I was…not fine." She stopped and looked down again, but more tears didn't come.
Gabby looked at Dumbledore before speaking up.
"She's very special, Dumbledore. Her parents taught her from a very young age, all of the basics of magic and anything, I suppose, they thought might be needed in the future. Dumbledoor," she looked at him, a look of fascination and concern in her eyes, "I believe that she doesn't need a wand to do most of her magics. That her powers, when helped and guided, could grow to be quite great indeed. You know what I spoke to you of. Of the things I felt were coming, the dangers and interesting paths that seemingly will cross."
Dumbledore looked at her curiously.
"'Tis and interesting time we're coming to," she continued. "She needs a place to stay. A place where her magic can grow and be guided. I don't think that Sicily has been taught the more powerful ways of controlling magic." She looked at Sicily who was watching her with an interesting look in her eyes. "She has been taught enough to control her magic, but it strong, and will need developing. Will she have a place at the school? Among students her age, Dumbledore? I have no doubts that she will be caught up in no time, being not very far behind, and very far ahead in some areas."
Sicily was a little tense. She was thrilled at the prospect of her future among peers but also terrified and curious as to what they would be like and how they would accept her.
"Of course she is welcome," Dumbledore said smiling. "Her parents were splendid wizards and she deserves no less. Come, we will take you to the main hall for dinner, ok?"
Sicily nodded but paused at the door.
"You mean I have a home here now? That I won't have to ever be alone?"
Gabby smiled and nodded her answer. Smiling Sicily took her hand and was lead down to the great hall for dinner. It was an interesting feast indeed.
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Sicily was frozen with shock. Standing there she looked at the man behind the desk, scared and unsure what to do next. Gabby looked at her, curious and a little concerned about how Sicily was acting.
"Sicily, this is Professor Albus Dumbledore," Gabby said, taking Sicily's arm and leading her forward. "Dumbledore, this is Sicily."
Dumbledore looked at Sicily, and smiled a warm smile.
"It's a pleasure to meat you Sicily," Dumbledore said. "But, I am somewhat interested as to who you think I am. I seem to be someone you recognize, and I have to say you do seem familiar yourself."
Sicily opened her mouth, searching for words. She blinked a few times trying to clear her mind. Finally she took a deep breath and spoke, her words come slowly at first.
"Your him, the man in the photos, with my mum and dah." She spoke, not looking at him and almost to herself. "I grew up knowing your face. They said you were…were…really close to them. I knew your name sounded familiar. I heard it in lots of stories from my mother and father, growing up. I had just forgotten it, since no one had been around to tell me for the last four years. I…"
She faltered for words, and stopped, trying to fight the tears that were burning in the corner of her eyes. Dumbledore sat there watching her and never said anything. Instead he watched and allowed her to have her say. Gabby stood there watching Sicily. This change in attitude had startled her, but now she was getting over that and it was being replaced by concern.
She reached out a hand to comfort her, but stopped at a look from Dumbledore. He stood up and walked around his desk to stand in front of Sicily.
"Are you ok?" Dumbledore asked her, since she still seemed to struggling with some internal battle.
"I-I think so," Sicily whispered.
"You said you knew me, or at least of me," Dumbledore said, slowly. "I'm curious, who were your parents?"
Sicily looked at him and swallowed trying to get rid of the lump in her throat.
"My mother and father were named Bridie and Jonathon Trealeon."
Dumbledore's face had no change of expression for a second and then he smiled a fatherly smile.
"Now everything starts to make sense," he said slowly.
Sicily looked at him thoughtfully. What makes sense? She thought as she looked at him and his twinkling eyes; but all she said was,
"Does it?"
"I knew your mother and father well. They were close friends of mine." Dumbledore paused at this point and looked at Sicily and Gabby in turn. "Why don't you have a seat?"
Gabby led Sicily to a chair and then took a seat herself. Dumbledore returned to his seat behind his desk.
"I knew you mother was pregnant the last time I saw her, but I never met the child. When you're family disappeared," he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully, "I wondered when I would hear from the family again. It's a pleasure to finally meet their daughter. You really do look like your parents, and you definitely have some of your great-grandmother in you as well."
Sicily looked at him wondering how he could remember her parents so well, when it had to have been at least fifteen years ago that he had seen them. Also, he had mentioned her great-grandmother. She herself had never met her great-grandmother and was curious how she could look like her.
"What do you mean, I have some of my great-grandmother in me?"
"You've got a very similar face shape and even the ears, resemble her," he said.
Sicily reached up and tucked some of her long hair behind her ear. Halfway she stopped and picked up a piece of her hair in her fingers. She looked at it somewhat curiously. It was a dark, brownish-black color and had a nice wavy quality to it. She fingered her hair softly and noticed that there was some silver color in some strands. She'd noticed it before, but it struck her now how odd it was for her to have silver highlights in her hair. They weren't gray either, but shiny silver. She shoved the though out of her head.
"My parent's trusted you. Quite a bit." Sicily spoke now, trying to talk calmly. "They spoke of introducing me to you some day. But when they died, when they all went away, I had to fend for myself and just forgot about you, and everyone they had mentioned I could turn to."
Dumbledore looked at Gabby, his eyes asking if what she said was true. She simply nodded and kept listening to Sicily.
"I only ever knew my family. I was born in our house, delivered by my Aunt Maribel. The only people who lived with me my whole life were my two Uncles, my Aunt, Grandmother, and Mum and Dah. You… you knew them. You know why they went away. Why did they hide? Why'd they run away? Was it really so horrible? They kept me away from everyone and then the left me! I was all alone! So alone…"
She sank down to her knees, her shoulders shaking with the sobs that fought to escape her. At that point, Gabby hurried to her side and gently stroked her hair, before holding her close and encouraging her to cry and let it all out. Dumbledore sat behind his desk a little longer before getting up and coming over to Sicily as well. He conjured a soft handkerchief and gently held it out to her nose. She took it in her shaking hands and wiped her face. She stood up and moved to a chair, where she fought to get herself under control.
"I'm sorry, I just…"
"Shh, it's fine dear," Gabby, cooed in her delicate accent. "You have gone through a lot of grief and pain, and no one will shame you for crying."
Dumbledore came and sat across from Sicily and took her hands.
"You have been very brave, and your parents would be most pleased with you. You have shown yourself to truly be a child of your family. I did know them very well, and loved each and every one of them. For you to have survived through these past four years, on your own, was an amazing accomplishment." Dumbledore spoke gently and encouragingly. "Life has dealt you a hard hand. Yet, you have faced it and shown a strength and courage not found in most adults."
Sicily looked at him with tears still silently streaming down her cheeks.
"Now, you have been forced from your cover, and the world you have come to know, into one that is strange and new. If I have heard correctly, you showed a great amount of power today. There a very few wizards and witches, in today's world, that would stand up to Voldemort. He is a very powerful man, and yet you managed to come out the better in your confrontation with him. That is a rare gift indeed."
Sicily looked at him curiously. "I didn't do much! I was mad at him, furious at him for being in my house. No one knows – knew where it was! How could he find it? I was fine…I was…not fine." She stopped and looked down again, but more tears didn't come.
Gabby looked at Dumbledore before speaking up.
"She's very special, Dumbledore. Her parents taught her from a very young age, all of the basics of magic and anything, I suppose, they thought might be needed in the future. Dumbledoor," she looked at him, a look of fascination and concern in her eyes, "I believe that she doesn't need a wand to do most of her magics. That her powers, when helped and guided, could grow to be quite great indeed. You know what I spoke to you of. Of the things I felt were coming, the dangers and interesting paths that seemingly will cross."
Dumbledore looked at her curiously.
"'Tis and interesting time we're coming to," she continued. "She needs a place to stay. A place where her magic can grow and be guided. I don't think that Sicily has been taught the more powerful ways of controlling magic." She looked at Sicily who was watching her with an interesting look in her eyes. "She has been taught enough to control her magic, but it strong, and will need developing. Will she have a place at the school? Among students her age, Dumbledore? I have no doubts that she will be caught up in no time, being not very far behind, and very far ahead in some areas."
Sicily was a little tense. She was thrilled at the prospect of her future among peers but also terrified and curious as to what they would be like and how they would accept her.
"Of course she is welcome," Dumbledore said smiling. "Her parents were splendid wizards and she deserves no less. Come, we will take you to the main hall for dinner, ok?"
Sicily nodded but paused at the door.
"You mean I have a home here now? That I won't have to ever be alone?"
Gabby smiled and nodded her answer. Smiling Sicily took her hand and was lead down to the great hall for dinner. It was an interesting feast indeed.
