CHAPTER 3: The truth

Hope lie still on the floor, not moving, not whimpering, just deathly still. Orlando picked her up and ran to the entrance to Dumbledore's office. He said the password, which was the same as the 2nd year, and went inside. Orlando burst into Dumbledore's office, in which Dumbledore was sitting at the desk reading the Daily Prophet. Dumbledore looked up and said, " Good morning, Orlando, how can I..." He was staring at the limp figure of Hope in Harry's arms. " What....... what happened?" " I was taking her to the nurse, she said she had a headache, and Malfoy came in front of us and insulted us and she curse him with the Jelly-Legs Jinx and he did the counter-curse and then he stood up and..... and..... and did the..... Avada Kadavera curse professor....." Orlando said all of this very fast.

" I should tell you Orlando, exactly what Hope means to me. You see, her parents were Aurors. They were out searching for Voldemort the year your parents died. They were very good friends of your parents. Anyway, Voldemort killed them, and Hope grew up with me. She was sent to me because I was her closest relative. You see, she is my great-grand niece."

" But, is she dead, professor?" Orlando asked. " Of that I am unaware, Harry," Dumbledore said. " But she can survive a lot of curses that can sometimes do great damage to powerful wizards, so I have faith that she will survive. Just keep believing that she will, and she might just do that." Dumbledore stood up and told Orlando to follow him to the nurse's office.