Switching Places
Chapter Eleven~ Talking With Dumbledore
(Last chapter for a long, long time, you guys. Getting too corny.)
After breakfast, I'd still remembered that I wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore about Harry, the picture, my parents, and a few other things. Our first class of the day was going to start in about thirty minutes, but Dumbledore said that I was excused from it, if our meeting carried on passed the beginning of class, which was good because I had a lot to say. I wanted to know a lot, too.
I stepped into his office and walked towards Fawks, petting him, and got his soothing hum noise in return. I smiled and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
Then the gargoyle staircase began to turn again, and Harry and Dumbledore came in. I was really getting a funny feeling about it, now that Harry was in the room.
Harry sat in the other chair, next to mine, and Dumbledore sat in his, "I thought that maybe you would prefer Harry here with you when you heard what I had to say, when you heard it."
I nodded to show that I understood. With the help of Harry, I told Professor Dumbledore about the previous days of the school year, and I told him about the night before, with the photo album.
Dumbledore sat still, and a smile crept onto his face. "You are always finding out something new every year, you know."
I smiled, "But we haven't found anything out, Professor." I looked at Harry.
"Well, yes of course, but the answer I'm about to give you is pretty much out in the open. When you, Miss Morrison, went into the boys' dormitories, you did, of course, see that picture." My heart started racing, "And that little girl in the picture, was indeed, you."
I looked at Harry and bit my lip and he continued, "They, Lily and James, Harry's parents, were your biological parents." My eyes went completely wide, and I looked at Harry again, back at Dumbledore, Harry again, then back at Dumbledore. I stuttered, "I-I.oh god."
I knew the story about how Harry had became considered famous, and everything, "Um.one more thing, Professor." I trailed off.
He gave a nod and I continued, "Where was I at.when everything happened? And when Harry got that scar and everything?"
"At the time, your mother was with you in the bathroom, giving u a bath, I suppose. She left to go check on Harry, and that was when Lord Voldmort had come. When he turned on Harry, and the curse backfired, as you probably already knew, he fled, so he didn't know you were there, nor did he know about you."
"I see." I looked at Harry again. I had no idea it would all come to this.
"Is there.anything that either of you wish to ask me?"
We both shook out heads, "Well.off you go then." He said as he went somewhere in the back of the office.
Harry and I stood up. We stood there for a minute, then at the same time, we went to each other and embraced each other in a long hug. I was too shocked to cry. And then there was Draco, it seemed as if he knew it all along, but he didn't.
Harry and I parted, "I guess you're no less then nine months younger than me." He told me.
I gave a little laugh, "Yeah I guess."
There was a slight pause, "I dread saying this, but we better get to class."
"Yeah." I told him as I reached down and got my book bag off of the floor, as did Harry.
Chapter Eleven~ Talking With Dumbledore
(Last chapter for a long, long time, you guys. Getting too corny.)
After breakfast, I'd still remembered that I wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore about Harry, the picture, my parents, and a few other things. Our first class of the day was going to start in about thirty minutes, but Dumbledore said that I was excused from it, if our meeting carried on passed the beginning of class, which was good because I had a lot to say. I wanted to know a lot, too.
I stepped into his office and walked towards Fawks, petting him, and got his soothing hum noise in return. I smiled and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
Then the gargoyle staircase began to turn again, and Harry and Dumbledore came in. I was really getting a funny feeling about it, now that Harry was in the room.
Harry sat in the other chair, next to mine, and Dumbledore sat in his, "I thought that maybe you would prefer Harry here with you when you heard what I had to say, when you heard it."
I nodded to show that I understood. With the help of Harry, I told Professor Dumbledore about the previous days of the school year, and I told him about the night before, with the photo album.
Dumbledore sat still, and a smile crept onto his face. "You are always finding out something new every year, you know."
I smiled, "But we haven't found anything out, Professor." I looked at Harry.
"Well, yes of course, but the answer I'm about to give you is pretty much out in the open. When you, Miss Morrison, went into the boys' dormitories, you did, of course, see that picture." My heart started racing, "And that little girl in the picture, was indeed, you."
I looked at Harry and bit my lip and he continued, "They, Lily and James, Harry's parents, were your biological parents." My eyes went completely wide, and I looked at Harry again, back at Dumbledore, Harry again, then back at Dumbledore. I stuttered, "I-I.oh god."
I knew the story about how Harry had became considered famous, and everything, "Um.one more thing, Professor." I trailed off.
He gave a nod and I continued, "Where was I at.when everything happened? And when Harry got that scar and everything?"
"At the time, your mother was with you in the bathroom, giving u a bath, I suppose. She left to go check on Harry, and that was when Lord Voldmort had come. When he turned on Harry, and the curse backfired, as you probably already knew, he fled, so he didn't know you were there, nor did he know about you."
"I see." I looked at Harry again. I had no idea it would all come to this.
"Is there.anything that either of you wish to ask me?"
We both shook out heads, "Well.off you go then." He said as he went somewhere in the back of the office.
Harry and I stood up. We stood there for a minute, then at the same time, we went to each other and embraced each other in a long hug. I was too shocked to cry. And then there was Draco, it seemed as if he knew it all along, but he didn't.
Harry and I parted, "I guess you're no less then nine months younger than me." He told me.
I gave a little laugh, "Yeah I guess."
There was a slight pause, "I dread saying this, but we better get to class."
"Yeah." I told him as I reached down and got my book bag off of the floor, as did Harry.