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A Sky of Lies
By Dragon's Dreamss
Chapter 4
"We should talk with our daughter, Caol. After all, we haven't seen her in years," Queen Caelum said to her husband.
"But the food here is famous and I'm sure that she wouldn't mind," King Caelum whined.
"Caol," Queen Caelum replied sternly.
"My mum and dad aren't my parents? They lied to me my whole entire life? God, this is confusing," Hermione thought aloud. Harry nodded, as did Ron.
"I think we should go talk about this. I want to get to know what my daughter, right Caol?"
"Of course, but I have a meeting with-" King Caelum started, but his wife interrupted him.
"Come along, Hermione," Queen Caelum said while putting an arm around Hermione's shoulder, "You too, Caol. Why don't you come too Harry, this does involve you too."
"Of course, ma'am," Harry replied nervously.
"Please none of this ma'am stuff. I am your aunt so call me aunt," Queen Caelum told him and added, "That was a bit redundant, don't you think?" She guided Harry, Hermione, and King Caelum out of the room. Ron looked on in envy as he sat back down to his place. Dumbledore followed the three of them through the hallways to his office. When they got to the gargoyle guarding his office, Dumbledore muttered, "Death by Chocolate" which made King Caelum chuckle. It was obvious that the king shared Dumbledore's obsession over sweets.
"Ah, yes. I remember when I first set foot in this room. I was only twelve at the time. I had done the fun-"
"Caol."
"What?"
"Be quiet and let Hermione ask some questions," Queen Caelum told her husband.
"Could you tell me about how I got kidnapped, sir?" Hermione asked shyly as she sat down in one of the wooden chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. The pictures of past Headmasters and Headmistresses looked at the king and queen in awe.
"Please call me . . . er . . . father and Heather mother?" 'Father' asked, but continued with his story, "When you were four, you loved to play outside on the fields. You would sit and run out there for hours on end. You liked to see all the animals that lived around there and learn their names. We would go out there with you all the time. We would only let you go if the weather was beautiful, but you wanted to go all the time. One day we couldn't let you go because . . . the Death Eaters had killed your sister. Everyone covered up her death and made it seem like she had never been born. You wouldn't listen, Hermione, you just wanted to go and have fun. We didn't want to lose you also, but you managed to get out without anyone noticing. We don't know what happened after that, but we were devastated for years and we are so glad that we have found you again."
Tears were forming in both the king and queen's eyes. They must have loved their other daughter very much, Hermione thought as she gazed sadly at them, I had been stolen. That meant my parents were not really mine, but foster parents. What was going to happen? Everything was so confusing. I am Princess Caelum and the people in front of me are my parents. Everything was a lie. My whole life was a lie. My name was a lie. Hell, even my age was a lie! It must have been obvious that I was four when they found me, but why did they think I was two? So that's why there were no baby pictures. My God. Will I still live with Mum and Dad or will I go live in that castle off in Toulouse? This is all so confusing!
"So . . . will I still live with my . . . er . . . mum and dad?" Hermione asked.
"It's all up to you, my dear," her biological father replied as her real mother smiled and put a hand on Hermione's, squeezing it slightly.
"Oh, ok," Hermione agreed.
"What's this got to do with me?" Harry asked bluntly.
"We are one of your relatives, so if you want to come live with us you can," 'Mother' replied. Harry was very shocked, allowing it to show on his face.
"If you want to. I'm sorry if she offended you," Father quickly added.
"No, no. You didn't offend me. Not live with the Durselys, that would be great," Harry responded, "Bloody fucking hell." Harry gasped and covered his mouth.
"Language, Harry, language," Hermione play-scolded him giggling quietly to herself.
"Hey, don't hurt me! I just found out I have another aunt and uncle," Harry defended himself.
"Don't forget cousin, and that is why I can do that to you," Hermione said, Dumbledore still watching them closely with a smile on his aged face.
"But . . . but . . . whatever," Harry finally said after a few moments of silence. This made Hermione keel over in a fit of giggles.
"At least she's not in tears because of us being her parents," Father whispered to his wife who hit his arm playfully.
"I heard that, Caol. At least we're not that appalling," Mother whispered back, not noticing that Harry, Hermione, and Dumbledore were looking at them.
"Speak for yourself, love," Father snorted, then turned back to Hermione, "So, do you want to go get some food now?"
"Caol," Mother sighed while shaking her head, "Why don't we ask Hermione here, our daughter, what she thinks about being in our family."
"Is there anything I have to do other than just sit there looking pretty?" Hermione asked making Father chuckle.
"Well you have to produce an heir before our family line dies out," Father said amused.
"Caol, we aren't going to talk about this yet," Mother told him, "Later."
"No, please, I want to hear what Father has to say." Father's eyes lit up when she referred to him as her father.
"Well, if the Caelum family doesn't have anyone to . . . er . . . continue it, then you have a dead family line and since you are the only heir to the line, land, kingdom, and, my favorite, Caelum fortune we need someone to get after you," Father said with a slight laugh and a bright smile.
"And how would I go about getting an heir?" Hermione asked causing Harry to fall over laughing.
"Well first you would have to get a man and marry him. Then you would have to start to make-" he was cut off by his wife who was looking at him in amazement at his immaturity.
"Caol, Stop that," Mother nagged.
"Husband, eh?" Harry asked snickering. He earned an elbow jab in his ribs, "Ouch, Hermione."
"Me . . . marry?"
"Yes, child," Mother said smiling at her daughter.
"Weird," Hermione commented.
"Actually, now that you bring up the topic of marriage . . . wait that was me . . . that doesn't matter . . ." Father trailed off looking confused with what he had said.
"Yes?" Hermione asked expectantly. Dumbledore who had been silent the whole time spoke up.
"Hmmm, an arranged marriage? You two did, but it resulted in love," Dumbledore said to them.
"Yes, now where was I?" Father paused, "Ah yes. On the topic of marriage you are betrothed to someone," he finished. Hermione's jaw dropped as she stared at her father.
"I have a what?!?"
"A fiancée," Mother answered.
"Who?" Harry asked very interested in who his best friend had to marry.
"You might not like this, but he was the only choice whose family wasn't already related to us or involved in. . . er . . . other things and single," Father warned them.
"Who?" Hermione asked totally baffled.
"Severus Snape."
A/n: I made some few mistakes so I put this with up again . . . I would like to thank my beta readers . . . Amara and Dragons of the Twilight! I decided not to rewrite the chapters because of a request! See ya!