(a/n) same old copyright stuff, thanks to the reviewers.
Chapter 4: Goodbyes and Teacher's Meeting
"Two more days, two more days!" Lindsey chanted, while shifting through her closet. An open suitcase was lying on her bed and clothes were all over the room. She grabbed a box from the top part of her closet and attempted to pull it out. Of course, half the shelf came with it. Something landed on her head, and removing it, she realized that it was her baby blanket. It had once been a soft, green, cozy blanket, but it was now very worn out, and very not green (more of a pale yellow to be truthful). It had been sitting her closet since about 5th grade, when it had been officially retired. She looked at it now and something caught her eye. A little picture in the corner.
"When did this get here?" she said, holding it up for a closer view. It was a little ball of some sort, with wings sticking out the sides. "Wait a minute..." She ran out of her room and down the stairs. "MOM!"
"What? What?" said her mom, peeking her head into the hallway.
"My baby blanket, was that given to you by my real mom?"
"Well, actually I think it was. Yes, now I remember, when she brought you in, you were wrapped up in it. You would even begin to cry if we tried to take you away from it during the first few weeks."
"So do you know what the little symbol means?"
"What symbol? And why were you going through your closet? You have all of tomorrow to pack."
"Well I'm anxious." Just at that moment Dudley returned with Lindsey's dad.
"Well there you are!" said Lindsey's mom.
"The museum was bloody brilliant," said Dudley, the first positive thing he had said all trip.
"Yeah, I don't know why you girls decided to go home early."
"I think the first three museums were more than enough for me," said Lindsey smiling.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Well well." Said Uncle Vernon, opening the door to the house. "Let's see what you haven't cleaned toda...." He stopped dead in his tracks. Looking around at the spotless rooms, his face turned purple in anger. Petunia followed with a look of disappointment.
"But how?" stammered Petunia, searching for something that she could criticize him for. Of course she found nothing; house-elves are amazing cleaners if they choose to be.
"What? I did what you asked me to do," said Harry with a smile. He turned away from his two baffled, angry relatives and went upstairs.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Lindsey had been trying to figure out what the symbol meant for the past hour and it was almost time to go to bed. Finally she gave up and called Jen.
"Yeah, it's weird, it's like a ball with wings."
"Ball with wings? That's oddly familiar."
"Oh! Where have you seen one?"
"In my book of magic."
"Jen, get over the damn magic book!"
"What?"
"The book is a joke! Look at the publisher. It's certainly not going to be a reliable source."
"Very funny. Actually it's the Muggle Communication Department."
"Muggle? Jen, they're using made up words, isn't that a hint?"
"Hey, you wanted to know if I'd seen the picture and I had, so chill. If I want to delve into the mysteries of the world, it's my choice."
"All right all right, I'll chill. But just promise not to join some weird cult. All that stuff is creepy. So what do you know about the winged ball?"
"Well it's called a snitch."
"Wow, more made-up words."
"Oh this book has millions"
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Harry got upstairs just in time to see Hedwig swoop into her cage and go to sleep. He looked around and found the letter sitting on top of... another letter. Assuming that the letter on top was Ron's, Harry picked it up.
Dear Harry,
Wow, does Hedwig ever look tired! She barely made it into the house before collapsing. Mum is giving her some food and potion while I write, but she needs some heavy-duty rest.
I can't wait to see you. Fred and George are excited too. They promised to have a product to test on you. Hopefully they were joking. But you never know with those two. I imagine that you'll like the girl, mainly because I can't imagine Dudley being correct. Either way, write back, but not until Hedwig is up to it.
-Ron
It was useless writing back now, because as Ron said, Hedwig would refuse. So Harry picked up the next letter. There was a letter and a newspaper clipping inside. Harry took out the letter first. It was very short
Harry-
Thought you should see this. I'll give you more details when I see you.
-Sirius
Harry picked up the news clipping. It was dated two days previous.
"Police found the body of 68 year-old Harriet Jones last night in her London home. Ministry officials are denying reports that this was caused by the Avada Kedavra curse.
'We don't currently have a strong lead, but we will be sure to punish the criminal when we catch them,' said Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.
Jones, a retired auror, was best known for her capture of three of he-who-must-not-be-named's henchmen.'
Harry was puzzled. What did her death have to do with him? Then it hit him. Voldemort had struck again. And Fudge was trying to cover it up. It didn't surprise Harry at all.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"So this is it?" said Jen, "Time for you to go?"
Lindsey, Jen, Dudley, and her parents were at the airport. The announcement had been made for Lindsey and Dudley's flight to begin boarding and it was time for good-byes.
"Yeah," said Lindsey, "But it's only two weeks. I'll be back before you know it. Plus I'll email you whenever I can."
"All right. Don't forget to take pictures. And don't have too much fun without me." She looked close to tears. "Well, I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too." They hugged and Lindsey moved to her parents.
"Are you sure you have everything?" asked her dad.
"Yes, I'm all set to go."
"And the address of the... you know?" asked her mom.
"Yes Mom, in my pocket." Lindsey smiled. "I'll be fine."
"We know," said her dad, hugging her. "We know."
"You really have grown up," said her mom, looking at her. "Good luck." After a quick last hug, Lindsey ran up to Dudley, who was saving their spot in the line.
"About bloody time," he said. "But seriously though, that was very touching." But he sure didn't say it seriously. They checked their tickets, and walked into the tunnel to the plane. Lindsey turned and waved at her parents and friend one last time.
"At least I'll see them in two weeks," she thought.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Why did Dumbledore bring us here?" asked Flitwick. "We are supposed to be on break."
"He better have a good reason," said Sprout. "I was having a very nice trip in Mexico when I got the owl, and I would like to get back as soon as possible."
"My inner eye tells me that it is a very important issue that brings us together," said Trelawney dramatically.
"Honestly, I could have told you that," said McGonagall. "Where is he?" The Hogwarts teachers had been gathered around a single table in the great hall. Each had received an urgent owl from Dumbledore telling them to hurry to the castle. Many of them we very upset, having been taken away from their summer vacations.
"Wonderful, you're here," said Dumbledore, finally walking into the hall. "I'm very sorry to take you all from your vacations, but it is a matter of utmost importance." Trelawney gave the I-told-you-so glance at McGonagall, who rolled her eyes. "As you all are aware by now, Harriet Jones was killed four days ago. An unforgivable curse."
"Terrible shame," said Vector. "She was one of the top aurors in her day."
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "She became very unpopular among Voldemort's crowd." The teachers all flinched. "Wait a moment. Are we all here?"
"No, I don't believe so."
"Hagrid and Severus," said McGonagall observantly.
"Ahh yes, they are off doing things for me, so I guess we do have everyone. Thank you Minerva," said Dumbledore.
"Please continue Albus," said Sprout, clearly impatient to get back to the beach.
"Yes. As you must have read, Fudge has refused to name suspects, but we all know that there is no question to who it must be."
"So it's true, he has begun his work again?" said Vector in a distressed tone.
"Yes, what I shared with the school at the end of term was correct. But we are doing all that we can to counter him. However there is still work to be done. We need to secure the castle even more tightly, which you all will be helping me with. Then there is the matter of Katrina Langley."
"Katrina Langley? What does she have to do with anything?" asked McGonagall.
"Ahh yes, I have seen a shadow of death hanging around her," said Trelawney.
"Yes Sibyll," said Dumbledore, bowing his head. "She has passed away. Most unfortunate."
"Was she that Slytherin girl a few years below me?" asked Hooch.
"Yes, I remember her well," said McGonagall. "Very good at transfiguration. I believe she became an Animagus after graduation."
"That's right, a falcon. An odd choice for a Slytherin," explained Dumbledore.
"Well she never really played the part of a Slytherin. I always thought that she was sorted wrong; she seemed more like a Ravenclaw."
"Well remember, it's our choices that chose which house we go to. And her mother had been in Slytherin, so I think she wanted to carry on the family tradition," said Dumbledore thoughtfully.
"Well she wasn't even good friends with any other Slytherins. The only person I remember her being intimate with was Lily Evans," said McGonagall.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Dudley and Lindsey walked aboard the plane and searched for their seats. They found them in the middle of the plane, over the wing.
"I want the window seat," whined Dudley.
"No!" Said Lindsey, "I have the window seat, see it says right there on my ticket."
"Well I need a window seat or I get air sick!"
"That's such a lie!"
"It is not!"
"Fine, fine. Ro sham bo."
"What???"
"Ro sham bo! You know, rock paper scissors?"
"Well why don't you call it that?"
"Best out of three. Ready..." Lindsey won two in a row. "HA! I get the window seat."
"NO! You are such a filthy cheating b-"
"Please take you seats, we'll be departing in a minute," said the flight attendant. Lindsey sat in the window seat and glared up at Dudley as if daring him to try and take it. Which he didn't.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Harry woke up the next morning to Uncle Vernon pounding on his door. "Wake up boy!" He cried. "You have more cleaning to do."
Harry sat up. He glanced at Hedwig's empty cage. She had left that night to deliver the letter to Ron, after finally catching up on sleep. The letter was short and discussed the news article. The fact that Voldemort was back had not really sunk in until that article. Someone was dead. And she wouldn't be the last. Harry got up, changed, and went down to the kitchen. It was a mess. Apparently Aunt Petunia was making a meal that required every dish in the house and all the food as well.
"Listen closely. You have to clean the guest bedroom, the upstairs bathroom, and the hallway. Then come down here and clean the kitchen," said Petunia. "And hurry, we need to leave at noon to pick up Dudley."
"Didn't I clean the kitchen yesterday?"
"Don't be smart! Get to work!" she ordered.
Harry walked back upstairs. Taking out the vacuum, he moved into the guest bedroom, which was usually reserved for Marge. He sighed and got to work.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Lily Evans?" exclaimed Sprout.
"Yes, surprising, seeing as Lily's other friends were on such bad terms with the Slytherins. The pair even worked together after Hogwarts," explained McGonagall
"May I continue?" asked Dumbledore, while conjuring up drinks for the table. All the teachers nodded. "Well I was able to talk to her at St. Mungo's before she passed on. Turns out that there is much that we didn't know about her."
"Her mother, Olivia, brought up her daughter as a single parent, rarely speaking of her true father. Katrina only knew him as the bad man. Olivia had fallen in love with him at school, but after that, he ran off and was assumed dead. When he came out of the shadows, he was greatly changed. Olivia barely recognized Tom Riddle in his new, evil form. But she did recognize him, and protected her daughter from him. She told Katrina about her father when she entered Hogwarts, but made her swear never to tell anyone. And no one ever found out. All assumed that Tom was the last heir of Slytherin, even I was fooled. One day, when Katrina was in her 7th year, Voldemort came to Olivia's house, demanding to see his daughter. When she refused, Olivia was killed. Katrina was devastated, and swore to end the decent of Slytherin."
"But of course she fell in love right after Hogwarts. She was married right away. And don't forget that her and Lily remained friends. When she and Lily both became pregnant, she was overjoyed for her friend, but horrified for herself. And she was right to be afraid, because her father, Voldemort, was searching for her. He was at the height of his power at the time and when he finally did discover her, it was terrible. He killed her husband, but let Katrina and the newborn child go. He wanted to have descendants to carry on his deeds should he fall. Katrina was at a lost, so she did the only thing she could think of, she went to Lily. Lily and James convinced her that she had to give up the child. So the little girl was brought to a muggle orphanage. But Voldemort had a spy who told him of this. When he went to retrieve the child, and found that she had been taken already, he was outraged. He found his daughter again and demanded to know the location of his grand daughter. When she refused, he gave her a truth potion, which caused her to reveal that Lily and James were behind it. So he vowed revenge on the Potters for losing him his blood relation and the rest is history. Katrina went into a complete isolation afterwards. She had killed her friends and husband and lost her precious daughter."
"So when she was informed that he had come back and that she wasn't going to make it much longer, she called for me, so that I could protect her daughter if it was needed. So that is what me must do, find her daughter." All the teachers stood open mouthed and unable to talk.
"But Albus, how did no one ever find out?" Asked McGonagall, regaining her voice.
"A relation to someone like that is not something that one is proud of. And Katrina and Olivia were both very clever, so I'm sure they found ways."
"But where do we find this girl?" asked Sprout.
"I don't know. She isn't listed under any magic directories. It's as if she was erased."
"Do we even know her name?"
"First only," replied Dumbledore. "Lindsey."
"This will be tough," said McGonagall
"But we have to try."
Chapter 4: Goodbyes and Teacher's Meeting
"Two more days, two more days!" Lindsey chanted, while shifting through her closet. An open suitcase was lying on her bed and clothes were all over the room. She grabbed a box from the top part of her closet and attempted to pull it out. Of course, half the shelf came with it. Something landed on her head, and removing it, she realized that it was her baby blanket. It had once been a soft, green, cozy blanket, but it was now very worn out, and very not green (more of a pale yellow to be truthful). It had been sitting her closet since about 5th grade, when it had been officially retired. She looked at it now and something caught her eye. A little picture in the corner.
"When did this get here?" she said, holding it up for a closer view. It was a little ball of some sort, with wings sticking out the sides. "Wait a minute..." She ran out of her room and down the stairs. "MOM!"
"What? What?" said her mom, peeking her head into the hallway.
"My baby blanket, was that given to you by my real mom?"
"Well, actually I think it was. Yes, now I remember, when she brought you in, you were wrapped up in it. You would even begin to cry if we tried to take you away from it during the first few weeks."
"So do you know what the little symbol means?"
"What symbol? And why were you going through your closet? You have all of tomorrow to pack."
"Well I'm anxious." Just at that moment Dudley returned with Lindsey's dad.
"Well there you are!" said Lindsey's mom.
"The museum was bloody brilliant," said Dudley, the first positive thing he had said all trip.
"Yeah, I don't know why you girls decided to go home early."
"I think the first three museums were more than enough for me," said Lindsey smiling.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Well well." Said Uncle Vernon, opening the door to the house. "Let's see what you haven't cleaned toda...." He stopped dead in his tracks. Looking around at the spotless rooms, his face turned purple in anger. Petunia followed with a look of disappointment.
"But how?" stammered Petunia, searching for something that she could criticize him for. Of course she found nothing; house-elves are amazing cleaners if they choose to be.
"What? I did what you asked me to do," said Harry with a smile. He turned away from his two baffled, angry relatives and went upstairs.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Lindsey had been trying to figure out what the symbol meant for the past hour and it was almost time to go to bed. Finally she gave up and called Jen.
"Yeah, it's weird, it's like a ball with wings."
"Ball with wings? That's oddly familiar."
"Oh! Where have you seen one?"
"In my book of magic."
"Jen, get over the damn magic book!"
"What?"
"The book is a joke! Look at the publisher. It's certainly not going to be a reliable source."
"Very funny. Actually it's the Muggle Communication Department."
"Muggle? Jen, they're using made up words, isn't that a hint?"
"Hey, you wanted to know if I'd seen the picture and I had, so chill. If I want to delve into the mysteries of the world, it's my choice."
"All right all right, I'll chill. But just promise not to join some weird cult. All that stuff is creepy. So what do you know about the winged ball?"
"Well it's called a snitch."
"Wow, more made-up words."
"Oh this book has millions"
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Harry got upstairs just in time to see Hedwig swoop into her cage and go to sleep. He looked around and found the letter sitting on top of... another letter. Assuming that the letter on top was Ron's, Harry picked it up.
Dear Harry,
Wow, does Hedwig ever look tired! She barely made it into the house before collapsing. Mum is giving her some food and potion while I write, but she needs some heavy-duty rest.
I can't wait to see you. Fred and George are excited too. They promised to have a product to test on you. Hopefully they were joking. But you never know with those two. I imagine that you'll like the girl, mainly because I can't imagine Dudley being correct. Either way, write back, but not until Hedwig is up to it.
-Ron
It was useless writing back now, because as Ron said, Hedwig would refuse. So Harry picked up the next letter. There was a letter and a newspaper clipping inside. Harry took out the letter first. It was very short
Harry-
Thought you should see this. I'll give you more details when I see you.
-Sirius
Harry picked up the news clipping. It was dated two days previous.
"Police found the body of 68 year-old Harriet Jones last night in her London home. Ministry officials are denying reports that this was caused by the Avada Kedavra curse.
'We don't currently have a strong lead, but we will be sure to punish the criminal when we catch them,' said Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.
Jones, a retired auror, was best known for her capture of three of he-who-must-not-be-named's henchmen.'
Harry was puzzled. What did her death have to do with him? Then it hit him. Voldemort had struck again. And Fudge was trying to cover it up. It didn't surprise Harry at all.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"So this is it?" said Jen, "Time for you to go?"
Lindsey, Jen, Dudley, and her parents were at the airport. The announcement had been made for Lindsey and Dudley's flight to begin boarding and it was time for good-byes.
"Yeah," said Lindsey, "But it's only two weeks. I'll be back before you know it. Plus I'll email you whenever I can."
"All right. Don't forget to take pictures. And don't have too much fun without me." She looked close to tears. "Well, I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too." They hugged and Lindsey moved to her parents.
"Are you sure you have everything?" asked her dad.
"Yes, I'm all set to go."
"And the address of the... you know?" asked her mom.
"Yes Mom, in my pocket." Lindsey smiled. "I'll be fine."
"We know," said her dad, hugging her. "We know."
"You really have grown up," said her mom, looking at her. "Good luck." After a quick last hug, Lindsey ran up to Dudley, who was saving their spot in the line.
"About bloody time," he said. "But seriously though, that was very touching." But he sure didn't say it seriously. They checked their tickets, and walked into the tunnel to the plane. Lindsey turned and waved at her parents and friend one last time.
"At least I'll see them in two weeks," she thought.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Why did Dumbledore bring us here?" asked Flitwick. "We are supposed to be on break."
"He better have a good reason," said Sprout. "I was having a very nice trip in Mexico when I got the owl, and I would like to get back as soon as possible."
"My inner eye tells me that it is a very important issue that brings us together," said Trelawney dramatically.
"Honestly, I could have told you that," said McGonagall. "Where is he?" The Hogwarts teachers had been gathered around a single table in the great hall. Each had received an urgent owl from Dumbledore telling them to hurry to the castle. Many of them we very upset, having been taken away from their summer vacations.
"Wonderful, you're here," said Dumbledore, finally walking into the hall. "I'm very sorry to take you all from your vacations, but it is a matter of utmost importance." Trelawney gave the I-told-you-so glance at McGonagall, who rolled her eyes. "As you all are aware by now, Harriet Jones was killed four days ago. An unforgivable curse."
"Terrible shame," said Vector. "She was one of the top aurors in her day."
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "She became very unpopular among Voldemort's crowd." The teachers all flinched. "Wait a moment. Are we all here?"
"No, I don't believe so."
"Hagrid and Severus," said McGonagall observantly.
"Ahh yes, they are off doing things for me, so I guess we do have everyone. Thank you Minerva," said Dumbledore.
"Please continue Albus," said Sprout, clearly impatient to get back to the beach.
"Yes. As you must have read, Fudge has refused to name suspects, but we all know that there is no question to who it must be."
"So it's true, he has begun his work again?" said Vector in a distressed tone.
"Yes, what I shared with the school at the end of term was correct. But we are doing all that we can to counter him. However there is still work to be done. We need to secure the castle even more tightly, which you all will be helping me with. Then there is the matter of Katrina Langley."
"Katrina Langley? What does she have to do with anything?" asked McGonagall.
"Ahh yes, I have seen a shadow of death hanging around her," said Trelawney.
"Yes Sibyll," said Dumbledore, bowing his head. "She has passed away. Most unfortunate."
"Was she that Slytherin girl a few years below me?" asked Hooch.
"Yes, I remember her well," said McGonagall. "Very good at transfiguration. I believe she became an Animagus after graduation."
"That's right, a falcon. An odd choice for a Slytherin," explained Dumbledore.
"Well she never really played the part of a Slytherin. I always thought that she was sorted wrong; she seemed more like a Ravenclaw."
"Well remember, it's our choices that chose which house we go to. And her mother had been in Slytherin, so I think she wanted to carry on the family tradition," said Dumbledore thoughtfully.
"Well she wasn't even good friends with any other Slytherins. The only person I remember her being intimate with was Lily Evans," said McGonagall.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Dudley and Lindsey walked aboard the plane and searched for their seats. They found them in the middle of the plane, over the wing.
"I want the window seat," whined Dudley.
"No!" Said Lindsey, "I have the window seat, see it says right there on my ticket."
"Well I need a window seat or I get air sick!"
"That's such a lie!"
"It is not!"
"Fine, fine. Ro sham bo."
"What???"
"Ro sham bo! You know, rock paper scissors?"
"Well why don't you call it that?"
"Best out of three. Ready..." Lindsey won two in a row. "HA! I get the window seat."
"NO! You are such a filthy cheating b-"
"Please take you seats, we'll be departing in a minute," said the flight attendant. Lindsey sat in the window seat and glared up at Dudley as if daring him to try and take it. Which he didn't.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Harry woke up the next morning to Uncle Vernon pounding on his door. "Wake up boy!" He cried. "You have more cleaning to do."
Harry sat up. He glanced at Hedwig's empty cage. She had left that night to deliver the letter to Ron, after finally catching up on sleep. The letter was short and discussed the news article. The fact that Voldemort was back had not really sunk in until that article. Someone was dead. And she wouldn't be the last. Harry got up, changed, and went down to the kitchen. It was a mess. Apparently Aunt Petunia was making a meal that required every dish in the house and all the food as well.
"Listen closely. You have to clean the guest bedroom, the upstairs bathroom, and the hallway. Then come down here and clean the kitchen," said Petunia. "And hurry, we need to leave at noon to pick up Dudley."
"Didn't I clean the kitchen yesterday?"
"Don't be smart! Get to work!" she ordered.
Harry walked back upstairs. Taking out the vacuum, he moved into the guest bedroom, which was usually reserved for Marge. He sighed and got to work.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Lily Evans?" exclaimed Sprout.
"Yes, surprising, seeing as Lily's other friends were on such bad terms with the Slytherins. The pair even worked together after Hogwarts," explained McGonagall
"May I continue?" asked Dumbledore, while conjuring up drinks for the table. All the teachers nodded. "Well I was able to talk to her at St. Mungo's before she passed on. Turns out that there is much that we didn't know about her."
"Her mother, Olivia, brought up her daughter as a single parent, rarely speaking of her true father. Katrina only knew him as the bad man. Olivia had fallen in love with him at school, but after that, he ran off and was assumed dead. When he came out of the shadows, he was greatly changed. Olivia barely recognized Tom Riddle in his new, evil form. But she did recognize him, and protected her daughter from him. She told Katrina about her father when she entered Hogwarts, but made her swear never to tell anyone. And no one ever found out. All assumed that Tom was the last heir of Slytherin, even I was fooled. One day, when Katrina was in her 7th year, Voldemort came to Olivia's house, demanding to see his daughter. When she refused, Olivia was killed. Katrina was devastated, and swore to end the decent of Slytherin."
"But of course she fell in love right after Hogwarts. She was married right away. And don't forget that her and Lily remained friends. When she and Lily both became pregnant, she was overjoyed for her friend, but horrified for herself. And she was right to be afraid, because her father, Voldemort, was searching for her. He was at the height of his power at the time and when he finally did discover her, it was terrible. He killed her husband, but let Katrina and the newborn child go. He wanted to have descendants to carry on his deeds should he fall. Katrina was at a lost, so she did the only thing she could think of, she went to Lily. Lily and James convinced her that she had to give up the child. So the little girl was brought to a muggle orphanage. But Voldemort had a spy who told him of this. When he went to retrieve the child, and found that she had been taken already, he was outraged. He found his daughter again and demanded to know the location of his grand daughter. When she refused, he gave her a truth potion, which caused her to reveal that Lily and James were behind it. So he vowed revenge on the Potters for losing him his blood relation and the rest is history. Katrina went into a complete isolation afterwards. She had killed her friends and husband and lost her precious daughter."
"So when she was informed that he had come back and that she wasn't going to make it much longer, she called for me, so that I could protect her daughter if it was needed. So that is what me must do, find her daughter." All the teachers stood open mouthed and unable to talk.
"But Albus, how did no one ever find out?" Asked McGonagall, regaining her voice.
"A relation to someone like that is not something that one is proud of. And Katrina and Olivia were both very clever, so I'm sure they found ways."
"But where do we find this girl?" asked Sprout.
"I don't know. She isn't listed under any magic directories. It's as if she was erased."
"Do we even know her name?"
"First only," replied Dumbledore. "Lindsey."
"This will be tough," said McGonagall
"But we have to try."