Chapter 7

"She's safe now, she's with me."

"That doesn't make her anymore safe Remus, I'm sorry." Dumbledore replied, shaking his head and falling back into his armchair.

"I mean, how can they get her if she's with me?"

"Voldemort will stop at nothing to get her, she is too valuable. And the Ministry has to get her so that they can wrap this whole thing up and save themselves paperwork."

"Those selfish assholes." Remus muttered under his breath, turning to face a large painting on the forewall.

"We have to tell her everything," Albus said, lifting his eyes to watch Remus.

"But...maybe it's better if she DOESN'T know."

"And have her find out for herself that your a wizard much less a werewolf, Remus?"

Remus shuddered at the harsh words. He knew that his burden might cause her to leave. What beautiful woman like Farrah would want to be with a werewolf, love or not?

Dumbledore was looking extra stressed, and didn't seem to be in that good of a mood either, despite his goodhearted nature. Remus knew it would be best for Farrah to hear the truth. He just didn't want to be there when she did.

"I'll go get her, but I'm not staying. I'm not going to listen to what she says about me when she finds out everything." Remus said, glancing at Albus sadly and then turning to leave the room.

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"Farrah?" Remus entered the room, slowly shutting the door behind him. Farrah sat in an armchair by the window, quietly reading a book.

"Goodmorning Remus." she said, her lips curving up into a smile.

Remus walked over towards Farrah and knelt down next to the chair she was seated at. Taking a deep breath, he began to speak.

"My good friend is here and he needs to speak with you. Don't ask me why...I can't tell you. Just please go."

Farrah looked at him strange, and opened her mouth to speak when he placed a fingertip on her lips.

"Shh...don't ask me, please...you wouldn't understand. Just please go."

With that, he took Farrah's hand and led her to the door.

Farrah was extremely confused but knew in her heart to trust Remus. He would never lead her to danger.

"Now go...it's on the first floor, the first door next to the large gargoyle...you can't miss it."

She kissed him softly on the lips and walked out of the room.

Remus felt a single tear fall from his eye.

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Walking down the stairs, Farrah felt anxiety building in her stomach. Where was she going? Who was she going to see in that room at the bottom of the stairs?

Fear starting to caress her heart, Farrah couldn't feel her legs. Instead, she watched as she stepped closer and closer to the door. Gripping it's round knob, she turned it and stepped inside.

"Hello Farrah." A tall man with a long silver beard and cresent moon glasses stood in the center of the room, next to two small armchairs.

"Hello..." Farrah muttered, staring around the room. The walls were covered in dark red wallpaper and there was only one tall window that stretched from ceiling to floor. There were no pictures on the walls, and the floor was covered in an off white rug.

"Farrah, my name is Albus Dumbledore. I would like you to sit down in this chair," Albus said, pointing towards the armchair on the right. Farrah hesitated for a moment, but when she looked at the older man she saw honesty in his eyes.

When she had sat down, Albus sat down across from her and began to speak.

"Farrah, what I'm going to tell you now is going to come as a shock, but you must listen to everything I have to say before you say anything. Nothing is going to make any sense until I explain everything."

"Alright..." Farrah said, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"I am a wizard, as you are a witch. This castle is called Hogwart's, and it is a wizarding school."

"Wait wait...I'm a witch?"

"Please do not interrupt, Farrah. And yes, you are indeed a witch." Albus said, looking a bit exasperated. "As you know, you were living with foster parents most of your life. And as I recall, you had a 'nanny' named Lonna, correct?"

"Correct...how did y-"

"Listen. Lonna, your 'nanny', was your grandmother. Her full name was Lonna Lindall. She was a witch who had, as we say it, joined the 'dark side'. She had begun killing people when she was younger and working towards eliminating the wizarding world of squibs(children born to wizarding parents who were not magic themselves) and half-bloods. Her daugher, your mother, and your father were both aurors(a kind of, wizarding police). Then your parents had you. Only one year later, a large war began between Lonna's organization and the Aurors(your parents). During the battle, both your parents were killed. Your grandmother, feeling responsible for you, took you to a foster family and bewitched them to think that you were a normal girl that they had adopted. She faked her own death and still wanting to look after you went to be your nanny."

Farrah was speechless. Everything she had ever believed was...a lie. She had been living in a lie her whole life. And she suddenly understood why her grandmother had supported her dancing. To keep her from ever discovering that she had powers.

"But...but what about Remus? Does he know all of this?"

"I'm afraid so. Farrah, Remus is a wizard. He works here as a teacher." Albus said, looking honestly at Farrah. "Farrah look at me."

She looked up, staring into his eyes. "Remus is a werewolf, he was bitten when he was very young...he's learned to cope with the transformations but it has lowered his self esteem and his appreciation of life."

"A...a werewolf? But...werewolves are only in...in fiction..." Farrah looked around, her eyes large with disbelief. This world was nothing like she had perceived it to be. Witches, wizards, werewolves. What was she going to find out about next? Vampires?

"I know you may not understand, or even want to believe, but-"

"Oh no, Albus, I understand completely. I've been living a lie." Farrah said, standing up and walking out of the room without looking back.

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