Chapter 7: A Talk With Dumbledore

"Excuse me!" Professor McGonnagal said, "Quiet down please! QUIET DOWN!" Everyone stopped, "Thank you, now, we are to start the Sorting. Yes, here comes Professor Snape now with the Sorting Hat." Directly after Snape set the hat on the old fashioned stool, it started to say a new poem:

As you can see,

I am not a normal as can be

The house I choose is where you go

When she shouts your name, do not be slow

As you put me on your head,

One of these houses will be said

You may belong to Slytherin,

Where power you will seek

Or you may go to Ravenclaw,

Where you are smart but weak

You may go to Gryffindor,

With the brave and true

Or you may go to HufflePuff

Where you can find a true blue

Where ever you go

You should be proud

Because what you don't know

I won't say aloud

When he was finished, everyone didn't stop clapping until Professor Snape yelled "SHUTUP!" Everything went quiet, they only started to speak when Dumbledore said "Let the feast.begin," and then hurried to his office. "Why do you think he wants me to go to?" Harry said, "Do you think it has anything to do with our scars?" "I don't know," Hermione said, "but I think it does." Before they ate they decided to go to Dumbledore's office. They didn't make a sound until they got there. "Blocking boxes," Hermione said. The gargoyle sprang to life and got out of the way. It seemed to take forever to get up the stairs, but Harry checked his watch and it said only two minutes. When they got to the top, they knocked on the door. "Come in!" Dumbledore shouted. They walked in and Harry noticed his office hadn't been decorated as it used to. Instead of pictures and other interesting things, all he saw was walls, a desk, and a bunch of floating candles. "I thought you would come before the feast," Dumbledore said, "Harry, I just discovered that Hermio" he started, but was interrupted, "I know Professor." "Oh really?" Dumbledore said, "You know about her scar and the pains she gets from it?" "Yes sir," Harry replied. "Well okay then," Dumbledore said. "Why did you want to talk to us about it?" Harry said, "Why does she have a scar that hurts too?" "Well, Hermione, you have a scar the shape of half of a circle, correct?" Dumbledore said. "Yes," Hermione quickly responded. "And Harry, you have a lightning bolt scar, right" Dumbledore questioned. "Yes," Harry said. "Well, this may not be right, but Hermione, I think you are related in a way to Harry here." Dumbledore said, Hermione gasped. "That can't be though his last name.mine.but." she started but was interrupted by Dumbledore, "Yes, I know, but if you put your scars together it forms kind of the shape of a 'P'. "How does that relate to us?" Harry said. "Well, as I was saying," Dumbledore said, "I think you two are related," then Dumbledore lowered his voice almost to a whisper, " I have a feeling that you, Hermione, is Harry Potter's long lost sister." "How can this be possible though," Hermione said, "I know my parents, and he knows his. My last name is different from his." "Yes and no," Dumbledore said, "I believe you're parents adopted you, but never told you. That is why I want you to send a letter to your mom and dad and ask them where you came from." "Yes, Professor," Hermione said. "Harry, I've never told you," Dumbledore said, "but you used to have a sister." Harry stood there for a moment, even though he heard them talking about it, he didn't really realize what he said until now. "Harry Potter," Dumbledore spoke again, "I'm sorry I never told you about it. I felt that that wasn't the time. Now, I believe it is time, and there is still more to tell you."