Harry Potter was standing near Platform 9 ¾ waiting on Ron and Hermione. He checked his watch. He was early. The Durselys had been happy to get him to Kings Cross in plenty of time this year. Ron was nowhere to be seen, nor was Hermione. A group of people walked to the platform between 9 and 10. Two sets of twin boys and a very pretty girl. They all looked travel worn and tired. Realization rang a little bell in Harry's head. One of the dark- haired men was Nathaniel Dumbledore!

One of the dark haired ones was talking to the girl. She looked at him like he was crazy. Then Harry heard her:

"Nate, are you stark raving mad? Walk through a wall?"

'She must be going to Hogwarts.' Harry thought. 'Maybe I should go introduce myself.' He stood and walked over.

"He's not crazy. You do go through platforms nine and ten to get to 9 ¾ ." Harry said, walking up behind her. She whirled to face a tall, dark haired, muscular, green-eyed boy. He was smiling at her.

"Oh!" was all she could say.

"Going to Hogwarts this year?" Harry asked

"Well, yeah, I guess you could say that." Sophie said, finally recovering from her speechlessness. "I'm Sophia Dumbledore, by the way. Call me Sophie." She said shaking Harry's hand. A cough from behind her reminded her of her manners. "Oh and these are my brothers, Nathaniel, Gabriel, Matthias and Tobias." She pointed out each twin in turn.

"I'm Harry Potter." Harry waited for her reaction. When nothing but a smile came, he was pleasantly surprised. Harry finally realized he was still holding her hand and let go. He turned to Nathaniel.

"So you're teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Yeah. Just one year."

"Oh, I didn't expect longer."

"Why?" Nathaniel asked, looking puzzled.

"Hogwarts hasn't kept a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for longer than a year."

"Oy! Harry!" came a boy's voice from down near platform eight. Everyone turned to see a tall red-haired boy, a pretty red-haired girl, and a pretty brunette all standing and waving. Harry waved back and the three pushed their carts over to the platform.

"Sophie, these are my friends, Ron and Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger."

"Hi." Sophie said, grinning. "These are my brothers Nathaniel, but I suppose you'll have to call him Professor Dumbledore. Oh and Gabriel, Matthias, and Tobias."

There was a chorus of "Hi" and Sophie interrupted the silence afterward. "I think maybe we need to get on the train."

Harry stepped through the barrier to come face to face with none other than Albus Dumbledore. He smiled and said "Hello Harry. I trust you are well?"

"Y-Yes, Professor. What are you doing here?" Harry stuttered.

"Meeting my niece and nephews, whom I believe are late."

"Oh. I met them, they're coming through now." Sure enough, after Hermione, Ginny and Ron, Nathaniel, Matthias and Gabriel stepped through. Each greeted their uncle and turned to look at the barrier.

"A-are you absolutely sure? You mean, I walk through the wall?" Sophie asked, yet again.

"Yes, just walk through. I'll take your things. You just walk right through." Tobias said, sighing.

"Where are Tobias and Sophia?" Albus asked Nathaniel.

"Well, Sophie's scared to come through."

Harry laughed and stepped back through the barrier. Sure enough, Tobey was to the point of shoving his scared sister through the wall. She looked up when Harry stepped back. He held his hand out to her. She looked at him for a moment and slipped her hand into his larger one. He pulled her back through the barrier.

She smiled shyly up at Harry once they were through. He laughed and turned her around so she could see her uncle. Her face brightened at once. She hugged her uncle tightly.

"Hello Uncle Albus!"

Dumbledore chuckled and said "Hello my dear Sophie. It's been a long time."

"Oh too long! A year almost." She looked around at her brothers. "I think, maybe, we need to talk. The entire way here I've been promised we'd talk once were all together."

The twinkle disappeared from Dumbledore's eyes. "Yes, I suppose we shall. First things first, we all need to get on the train."

They filed upon the train and took up the last two compartments. The Dumbledore's squeezed in one and Harry and his friends in another.

Sophie again sat between Matthias and Tobias. Everyone sat there a few minutes. Sophie looked around at each brother. They were all looking at the ground and her uncle was looking at her.

"Well, about the." she started but her uncle raised his hand for silence. He waved his wand at the door.

"What did you do?" Sophie asked.

"Sound proof and locked. Now, I presume you are getting to the necklace?" Albus raised an eyebrow at Sophie. She nodded and he continued. "It belonged to your mother. She put a charm on it, to warn her if someone was coming."

Albus paused and Sophie pressed on. "Who?"

"You've started on the wrong end." Tobias said, finally looking up. "Perhaps you should start with Matthew."

"Father? What does he have to do with this?" Sophie asked, apparently quite puzzled.

Albus sighed and tried to start over. "Your mother's husband, Matthew, died eighteen years ago." He paused to let this sink in.

"Bu.but.no! He died seventeen years ago, A few months before I was born."

"It was a bit longer than that my dear."

"But it can't be! He wouldn't be." Her face crumpled when she realized the truth. ".my father." She ended in a whisper.

"Matthew McSwain was not your father Sophie." Albus said quietly.

"But Alexandra was my mother?"

"Yes."

"But, Alex, Nate, Gabe, Matt and Tobey are still my brothers?"

"Yes. You do have the same mother. When Matthew died, the boys were sent to my brother Andrew and Rosalia. Do you know what Matthew did for a living?" Sophie shook her head. "He was a auror. Voldemort killed him." (Her brothers all flinched at his name.) "Matthew was trying to save your mother. She was also working for the Ministry. She got too close to Voldemort, found out too many things, and he caught her. A few days after that, Matthew was killed, trying to pass himself off as a Death eater.

"Your mother ran away when she found out she was pregnant with you." Albus shook his head. "Wherein lay her mistake. With all of her brothers, me especially, she ran away with no one but young, foolish Annette."

Sophie sat there. Grasping but yet, rejecting the idea. 'No!' She told herself. 'That can't be what he meant! Oh why wont he just come out with it?!?' Despite her efforts, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Your telling everything, but what I asked. Who was my father? Who came after my mother and me?"

Albus seemed reluctant to crush this poor soul in the seat across from him.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Matthias whispered.

"What in God's good name do you mean Matthias Adam Dumbledore?" Sophie said very slowly, rising in volume. She was clenching her fists and staring at Matt. She didn't care that she had been thinking this, only that he had said it.

"He means that Voldemort was your father, my dear." Albus said.

Sophie burst into tears. "No!" she wailed. "Its not true!"

"But it is, Sophia." He reached across the seat and patted her shoulder. She was doubled over crying violently. "We cannot choose our parents. Just as we cannot choose if they are evil or good. You however, can choose to do good or evil."

"Why didn't anyone ever tell me!" she wailed, all but laying on the floor now. "All this time. All these.these lies! Don't you think I deserved to know? I mean. What if he had come after me before this? What if I hadn't told you when the necklace glowed? Because I really didn't know what it meant! What.." but she couldn't finish, she was crying too hard.

Tobias tried to comfort her by putting his arm around her. She shoved his arm away and stood and tried to open the door. She pulled on it and turned to her uncle. He sighed and raised his wand.

"Sophia.I think its best if you do not tell anyone who your father is."

"He's not my father!" she yelled "Please Uncle Albus, just let me out of here!"

"Alright, but just the same." he said, waving his wand. The door Sophie was pulling on flew open and she ran out. She blindly swiped at the tears freely streaming down her face. She ran down the corridor, looking for an empty compartment.