Dumbledore's eyes opened wide. Very wide. Harry could hear him gasping for
air as he stared in disbelief. He was standing up looking like he was just
smacked across the face. He clutched his chest looking at the faces of the
two people rumored to be dead for almost 17 years. The ones who brought him
into a great depression. The ones who have made the twinkle in his crystal
blue eyes duller than before.
"What.what.." Dumbledore stumbled over his words that wouldn't leave his mouth.
Harry looked to his side, where his sister was, who now had her hood down too. She exchanged a glance at Harry and helped Dumbledore into his seat. He looked up at her then at Lily.
"Is she your..your..daughter?" He questioned; the bewildered look still on his face.
Lily nodded at him. Dumbledore looked at Harry. "I think that it would be best if you and your sister go for a while Mr. Potter. If you want the password for the Gryffindor common room it's 'Willow'"
Harry turned and opened the door behind him and the two of them left the room, down the stairs without speaking to each other. They left the doors and..
"I'm hungry..." Harry moaned. "Do you want to go down to the kitchens?"
"Kitchens" Emma-Lie replied looking back at her older brother. "You have more than one."
"Yep" Harry told her proudly "And it's run by house elves."
Emma-Lie's face fell. "You mean that you don't get to cook in them. They cook for you."
"I'm pretty sure that you're not aloud to cook in them. I don't think that anyone has every asked to cook down there. Why do you like to cook?" Harry asked curiously. Emma-Lie nodded her head vigorously. "I love it."
Harry gave her a queer look as the made their way into the dungeons, to the picture of the bowl of fruit, tickled the pear and opened the door. The sparkling walls of the kitchens shone in the light that streamed in through the small window. Harry could see hundreds of small creatures bustling about trying to everything prepared for the upcoming lunch. He scanned the room for Dobby when he heard a small squeak from below.
"Hello Mr. Harry" Came the voice.
Harry looked at his feet and saw the squashed tomato nose and slightly stained outfit of Winky.
"Hi Winky. I was wondering if I could have some sandwiches." Harry spoke to his small friend as he crouched to her height.
A platter a sandwiches was brought to him in the blink of an eye.
"And what about you Miss? Would miss like anything from the kitchens?" The squeaky voice questioned.
"Um." Emma-Lie thought out loud "Do you have any rice?"
A big bowl of rice was placed in front of her. "Is that all miss?"
"Soya Sauce?"
A small bottle was placed by it. She smiled a thank-you as she and her older brother left the musky room. After passing the Fat Lady the two sat down with their food in the giant arm chairs in front of the fire. The portrait swung open again and Lily and James came in.
"Come on you two. It's time to go." James said while looking at them.
He threw a handful of powder into the fire place as Lily took Harry's hand and shouted "The Potters." He could feel himself spinning out of control and landing on the rug in the living room. A faint pop could be heard and Emma-Lie and her dad showed up. Harry assumed that they appearated. He scaled the stair to his room and fell asleep.
~*~
"Filth."
"Let me go."
"But if we did that, we wouldn't be able to use you."
Harry walked down the darkened hallway towards the voices. He saw a girl, around five years old, tied to a chair. She seemed to be struggling against the ropes to free herself. Tears were streaking down her face and soaking her matted ginger hair.
"Let me go..please.." She cried towards the ground.
One of the men there walked up to her and pointed his wand to her chest.
"I'd be quite if I were you brat. If I here you one more time, I'll have to kill you. Now you wouldn't want that....am I right?" The little girl sadly nodded. The man began speaking again. "Peter bring this pathetic piece of filth to her room. Now."
Peter Pettigrew walked up and untied her. He took out his wand and held it to her back. "One wrong move missy," he whispered to her "And you'll go 'boom.' Got it?" He pulled her out the room and through Harry like he was s ghost. The man began talking again. "All we need now is to wait until.."
~*~
Harry woke with a start. A cold sweat was rolling down his face. He found himself gasping for air as he clutched his chest. 'What was that all about?'
He got out of bed and went down stairs still thinking about the dream that had just happened. He looked around the table and saw his mom, dad, and Sirius who must have came for a visit.
"Where's Emma-Lie?"
"Who?"
"Emma-Lie. You know, my sister."
"Harry dear, you don't have a sister..are you feeling O.K?"
"Um.yeah. I'll be back." Harry quickly got up from the table and entered the first door upstairs. Nothing was there. No rabid cat, not bed, not window, no checkered walls, just a broom closet..
~*~
A/N: Sorry that it took so long for me to get this up. I've been having problems with SAtR too. Oh, well. Here's the new chapter. Tell me what you think by reviewing. I welcome flames.
"What.what.." Dumbledore stumbled over his words that wouldn't leave his mouth.
Harry looked to his side, where his sister was, who now had her hood down too. She exchanged a glance at Harry and helped Dumbledore into his seat. He looked up at her then at Lily.
"Is she your..your..daughter?" He questioned; the bewildered look still on his face.
Lily nodded at him. Dumbledore looked at Harry. "I think that it would be best if you and your sister go for a while Mr. Potter. If you want the password for the Gryffindor common room it's 'Willow'"
Harry turned and opened the door behind him and the two of them left the room, down the stairs without speaking to each other. They left the doors and..
"I'm hungry..." Harry moaned. "Do you want to go down to the kitchens?"
"Kitchens" Emma-Lie replied looking back at her older brother. "You have more than one."
"Yep" Harry told her proudly "And it's run by house elves."
Emma-Lie's face fell. "You mean that you don't get to cook in them. They cook for you."
"I'm pretty sure that you're not aloud to cook in them. I don't think that anyone has every asked to cook down there. Why do you like to cook?" Harry asked curiously. Emma-Lie nodded her head vigorously. "I love it."
Harry gave her a queer look as the made their way into the dungeons, to the picture of the bowl of fruit, tickled the pear and opened the door. The sparkling walls of the kitchens shone in the light that streamed in through the small window. Harry could see hundreds of small creatures bustling about trying to everything prepared for the upcoming lunch. He scanned the room for Dobby when he heard a small squeak from below.
"Hello Mr. Harry" Came the voice.
Harry looked at his feet and saw the squashed tomato nose and slightly stained outfit of Winky.
"Hi Winky. I was wondering if I could have some sandwiches." Harry spoke to his small friend as he crouched to her height.
A platter a sandwiches was brought to him in the blink of an eye.
"And what about you Miss? Would miss like anything from the kitchens?" The squeaky voice questioned.
"Um." Emma-Lie thought out loud "Do you have any rice?"
A big bowl of rice was placed in front of her. "Is that all miss?"
"Soya Sauce?"
A small bottle was placed by it. She smiled a thank-you as she and her older brother left the musky room. After passing the Fat Lady the two sat down with their food in the giant arm chairs in front of the fire. The portrait swung open again and Lily and James came in.
"Come on you two. It's time to go." James said while looking at them.
He threw a handful of powder into the fire place as Lily took Harry's hand and shouted "The Potters." He could feel himself spinning out of control and landing on the rug in the living room. A faint pop could be heard and Emma-Lie and her dad showed up. Harry assumed that they appearated. He scaled the stair to his room and fell asleep.
~*~
"Filth."
"Let me go."
"But if we did that, we wouldn't be able to use you."
Harry walked down the darkened hallway towards the voices. He saw a girl, around five years old, tied to a chair. She seemed to be struggling against the ropes to free herself. Tears were streaking down her face and soaking her matted ginger hair.
"Let me go..please.." She cried towards the ground.
One of the men there walked up to her and pointed his wand to her chest.
"I'd be quite if I were you brat. If I here you one more time, I'll have to kill you. Now you wouldn't want that....am I right?" The little girl sadly nodded. The man began speaking again. "Peter bring this pathetic piece of filth to her room. Now."
Peter Pettigrew walked up and untied her. He took out his wand and held it to her back. "One wrong move missy," he whispered to her "And you'll go 'boom.' Got it?" He pulled her out the room and through Harry like he was s ghost. The man began talking again. "All we need now is to wait until.."
~*~
Harry woke with a start. A cold sweat was rolling down his face. He found himself gasping for air as he clutched his chest. 'What was that all about?'
He got out of bed and went down stairs still thinking about the dream that had just happened. He looked around the table and saw his mom, dad, and Sirius who must have came for a visit.
"Where's Emma-Lie?"
"Who?"
"Emma-Lie. You know, my sister."
"Harry dear, you don't have a sister..are you feeling O.K?"
"Um.yeah. I'll be back." Harry quickly got up from the table and entered the first door upstairs. Nothing was there. No rabid cat, not bed, not window, no checkered walls, just a broom closet..
~*~
A/N: Sorry that it took so long for me to get this up. I've been having problems with SAtR too. Oh, well. Here's the new chapter. Tell me what you think by reviewing. I welcome flames.