Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, nor do I own Harry Potter. (J.K Rowling owns them, lucky woman.) I only own my original characters and my own original plot.

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Chapter 27: Jesabelle's Story

They had been in the Hospital Wing for an hour. Harry, Ron, and Neville were sitting on a bed, Ginny, Luna, and Hermione sitting on another. Dumbledore was standing off to the side, talking with Tonks, who seemed a bit shaken up. They only had minor scratches, so it didn't take long for Madame Pomfrey to fix them back up to normal.

Jesabelle was lying in a bed, still unconscious. Madame Pomfrey had bandaged up her arms. She walked into the Wing, carrying a needle, a vial with bluish liquid connected to it. Madame Pomfrey walked over to Jesabelle's bed, wiping her forearm with cotton balls with little alcohol, then sticking the needle in, pushing the contents of the vial into her system.

"The potion should begin to take effect in a few minutes." Pomfrey said, turning towards Harry and the others. "Then I'll come back in another fifteen minutes to check up, and then I will inject another vial in."

"Another vial?" Ginny asked.

"Jesabelle was hit with two doses of vampire repellant, therefore damaging parts of her body system. We're not even sure if her organs will be functioning correctly later on as the hour progresses. It would take three shots of the healing potion to get her back to normal." Pomfrey said. "She endured multiple gashes on her arms, legs, and her back, which should take about a day to heal. They seem very deep."

"Will she be all right, though?" Ginny asked.

"She should be feeling much better on the good part of three days, nothing to worry about." Pomfrey said, smiling at them.

"Poppy," Dumbledore said, "will you please give us some privacy?"

"Of course, Headmaster, please call me if you need anything." Pomfrey said, bowing slightly and walking into her office, closing the door behind her.

The others sighed. Harry had his face in his hands. They were still shaken up about the events that took place. The whole hour none of them had said anything, for fear of bringing to light the sudden truth they discovered.

"I know it has been an hour," Dumbledore began, "but I would like you to tell me exactly what happened down there."

They all looked at each other. Then Neville relayed the events to Dumbledore, telling him everything they heard and saw. Dumbledore kept silent the whole, time nodding his head, his expression that of extreme understanding and sadness.

"And why did you not try and get me in the first place?" Dumbledore asked. "Or any teacher nearby, like Tonks. You could have gotten yourselves killed out there."

"We didn't have any time to spare." Harry said. "If we went to call you, Jesabelle would have already been taken by those, those, Death Eaters by the time we arrived there. It would have been too late."

Dumbledore nodded again and sat himself down in armchair nearby the bed where Harry and the boys were sitting in. He sighed, putting his fingers together, seeming to become lost in thought. Tonks stood by the doorway, looking at all of them, her face grim.

"You knew about this, didn't you Tonks?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry. Only a few of the staff members know. And the Order knows too, which is why I became the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Tonks answered. "The Order sent me here to keep an eye on Jesabelle, and to protect her."

"But Tonks," Luna said in a small voice, "you know she's a Death eater. If the Ministry were to find out that you knew the whereabouts of a Death Eater running free..." she trailed off.

"I would lose my job." Tonks finished.

Luna nodded and swallowed.

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An hour and a half later, Jesabelle stirred and opened her eyes to Madame Pomfrey, who had just finished injecting another round of healing potion. Harry and the others, including Dumbledore and Tonks were there.

She tried to get up, but a pain shot down from her spine and lay back down, breathing heavily.

"The repellant is still having its effect on you, Ms. Potter." Pomfrey said. "Just lay here and rest."

Jesabelle lay there, closing her eyes. Slowly, she opened them, trying to adjust to the light. The others realized she was awake, but none of them dared to ask about what happened at the forest. Until a few minutes later, Jesabelle broke the silence.

"I suppose you all want to know what happened down there." She said, looking at them.

They nodded.

"I can't hide the truth anymore, so I might as well tell you now. But before I start, I just want to say that I'm giving you chance to not hear what I have to say. If you don't want to hear it, leave now."

She paused and waited. No one moved. Then, she continued.

"I'll have to start from the beginning now." Jesabelle said, sitting up, and putting her hands together on her lap. She took and deep breath, and began. "My mother was Gema Potter, older sister of James Potter by two years. An Auror for the Ministry of Magic, and an Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries."

She paused, letting it sink in.

"My mother became a double agent for the Ministry, infiltrating the Dark Lord's fortress, and bringing some of the most important information of his motives back to the Ministry." She continued, not looking at any of them, but down at her hands. "She had an affair with the Dark Lord himself, a tactic she used to get even the most guarded information to the Ministry. It is by that affair, that I am the result."

She paused again, and said the one thing that everyone did, and did not want to hear at the same time.

"I am Voldemort's daughter."

The whole room, if possible, became even more silent than it already was. Jesabelle's head was throbbing slightly. She sighed again.

"When my mother discovered she was pregnant with me, she fled from my father, the Dark Lord's fortress that same night. Then she had me months later, and raised me." She paused. "Then, word got out that my mother was working for the Ministry and Death Eaters soon started to track us down. We had to run, especially after Harry defeated the Dark Lord. Those idiots would never rest until they had their revenge on my mother."

Tears began to form in Jesabelle's eyes, but she hid them from the rest, willing herself that she had to tell her story and finish it before she broke down.

"In the first eleven years of my life, we moved twenty-three times, people in the Department of Mysteries for the Ministry setting up some unplottable safe houses for us. We never stayed in one place too long." She stopped, then gathered her breath. "Then, months after my eleventh birthday, a Death Eater broke into our home. My mother hid me in a safe place behind the house. I could hear the screams even from there. This man, this Death Eater, was screaming at my mother, telling her that she was a traitor, that she distracted the Dark Lord, and that she would have to pay dearly."

She paused. Harry looked at her, her head hung low, unsure of what to make of what she was telling them. She sniffled.

"Then a flash of green light and I could hear the sickening thump as my mother's body fell to the floor. Before the Death Eater left, though, he said that he would be coming back for me. When I was sure he was gone, I ran out, to my mother's body. The Ministry immediately came afterwards but they never found my mother's killer." She continued on. "Then, two days after the murder, I was kidnapped from two Ministry officials by Death Eaters, while they were escorting me to my legal godparent. It was supposed to be temporary, until the Ministry found a foster home for me."

"But, who was your godfather?" Ron asked.

Jesabelle looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Remus Lupin."

Harry looked up at her.

"My mum and your dad were so close that she was close to his friends too, Harry." Jesabelle said. "It was completely natural that one of them became my godfather. Sirius was yours, and Remus was mine."

Hermione nodded, her face pasty white.

"If I wasn't taken away, and brought to Remus, I would have gone to Hogwarts with all of you." Jesabelle said, sighing. "Then I met my father for the first time. He brainwashed me into thinking that he could cure me, that he could bring my mother back." She looked out the window and into the sky of the early morning. "I learned the Dark Arts and was trained by other Death Eaters, enduring long days and nights of torture, my father telling me that it was the best way to 'toughen me up' so to speak."

She looked back at them again, then down at her hands.

"When I was fourteen, I received the Dark Mark, but at a price." Jesabelle continued. "I was so convinced that he could bring my mother back that I went to extra lengths to do as my father asked, and even beyond."

"What are you saying?" Neville asked, standing up.

"To prove my loyalty, and to ensure that I became a real follower of my father, I discovered the spell that brought him back to power in your fourth year at Hogwarts." Jesabelle answered, finally looking at them, tears falling down her face.

Harry looked up at her. Jesabelle cringed; she could tell that anger was slowly rising in Harry's inner being. It was all she could do to sit there, and hope that she could explain before he exploded.

"But, I never knew that I was a Potter." Jesabelle suddenly said, catching them by surprise.

They looked confused. Jesabelle took advantage of the moment.

"You see," she continued. "my mother always registered under another name. not by my father's last name, not even by our real last name. She was considered Adelaide Stone in area files, not Gema Potter, and I was considered as Alicia Stone. We used those names as cover up names. I knew my real name was Jesabelle, but I never knew I was a Potter, not until after your fifth year at Hogwarts."

She paused and looked at them. They were beginning to think she was lying, especially Harry, but the sincerity in her eyes pushed his anger away. He knew she was telling the truth.

"I always thought I was a Riddle until I overheard my father having an argument with one of the Death Eaters. They were arguing over whether they should tell me the truth, that I was a Potter, and leave me alone, never knowing the truth of my origin. Of course, the idea was set aside immediately. After I found out, I felt so sick. I helped my father plot against you. It was my fault he came back to power in the first place. So I only did the most sensible thing. A week later, I ran."

She stopped, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"I ended up in Bulgaria. I entered Durmstrang, and studied there for my sixth year. I knew the new Headmistress personally and made a deal with her, in which she would not tell my father that I was there. Then that's where I met Blake Marshall and Gabriel Parker. Parker's parents were Death Eaters, but she never recognized me, because she never saw me before. She became jealous when Marshall and I got together, and found out I was a vampire, and spread the news around the school. I became a freak. At the end of the year, the Headmistress told Voldemort I was at Durmstrang, so I ran again, jumping from country to country, leaving fake trails behind, in hopes my father would be led astray. Then, over the summer, Dumbledore found me roaming Diagon Alley, looking for a place to stay. Then he got me into Hogwarts, posting up a fake file about my past so the Ministry wouldn't question me." Jesabelle said, looking at Dumbledore, silently thanking him again.

"For a while, I thought I would be able to go on without having to look back until the time came. But no, Parker and Marshall found out my secret and my father sent them here, to watch me. Then he sent Rockwood and his henchmen to bring me back, and now here we are." Jesabelle ended.

"Who exactly is this Rockwood guy?" Neville asked.

"He's Augustus Rockwood's brother. When Augustus was taken to Azkaban in your fifth year, Arnold was able to wiggle his way out of the Ministry's suspicions, which allowed him to run to my father." Jesabelle said.

Everyone remained silent. Ginny and Luna were holding hands. Ron put a comforting arm around Harry's shoulders. Neville and Hermione stood next to each other. None of them were looking at Jesabelle.

Jesabelle sensed their discomfort and leaned her head into the pillow supporting her head, closing her eyes. She knew that one of them was going to explode somehow; it was just the matter of who it was going to be.

"So, let me get this straight," Harry said. Jesabelle lifted her head from the pillow and opened her eyes, looking at him. "you're Voldemort's daughter, and you're a Death Eater."

"Yes." Jesabelle answered.

"Wait," Hermione said, "what did you mean about your special mark? It did look different. I mean, Death Eaters only have one serpent coming out of the skull's mouth. You had two."

"Like I said down there, I carry a special mark." Jesabelle said. "My father gave it to me, to show that I was special."

"Stop calling him your father!" Harry suddenly burst out, standing up and turning towards her, confusion and anger clashing together in his facial expression. "It makes things even more difficult to understand!"

Dumbledore, who had been silent the whole time, stood up, facing Harry. "Calm down Mr. Potter." He said gently.

"How can I calm down?" Harry asked. "We've suspected it all along! I tried not to think about it. I tried not to see it, especially when things started to get even stranger!" Harry said, throwing his arms in the air.

"Harry please!" Tonks said.

"No, Tonks." Jesabelle said.

Everyone turned around to see her standing up, wincing in pain she slowly pulled herself to her feet, stumbling slightly. Ron went over to help her up, but she held up her hand, and he backed away.

Harry had his back to her. He didn't want to talk to her. He didn't want to see her. He was confused. Does that, he and Voldemort are connected legally? It made him sick thinking about it.

Jesabelle made her way slowly up to him. She stopped just a foot behind him.

"You're probably trying to piece yourself together right now, Harry. You and the others are not sure whether or not you should believe me." She said slowly, talking to Harry's back.

Harry drew in a shaky breath, trying to keep it together.

"I have not lied to any of you about anything." Jesabelle continued. "In fact, the only real reason I kept meeting Dumbledore late those nights was because we were both trying to devise plans of action, just in case my fath-I mean, Voldemort came."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Harry asked, his back still turned to her, "Just like when you didn't tell you were a vampire."

"Just think about it Harry." Jesabelle said. "Do you think that I could just in all seriousness walk up to you and tell you that I am the spawn of the man who killed your parents and your godfather? And that I was part of the group of bastards who serve him?"

Harry twitched at the mention of his parents and Sirius.

"I consider myself one of those bastards who received this accursed mark because we believed in his lies." Jesabelle continued, her eyes beginning to tear, her voice shaking. "I live everyday with the guilt, knowing that I helped my father plot against you and your friends. The fact that I didn't know that I was related to you is not an excuse. I shouldn't have done it in the first place. I didn't even know you. So why in hell did I want to plot against you in the first place? Because I was too blind, too stupid, too afraid to run away the first chance I got!"

She was shaking violently, evidence that the strain plus the repellant was taking its toll on her body. She closed her eyes for a second, steadying herself, gripping on the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes again.

"I live everyday, wondering if my father will get you, all of you." Jesabelle said, finally turning towards the others. "I live everyday, knowing that I am the reason my mother is dead. That I am the reason Cedric died. That I am the reason Sirius died!" She screamed at Harry's back.

Harry finally snapped, and he turned around violently to face Jesabelle, tears running down his face, his arm outstretched, his fist clenched. He gritted his teeth. Hermione and Luna were crying hysterically. Ginny and Neville were pale. Ron was standing by, just in case he had pull Harry away. Dumbledore outstretched his arm. Tonks stepped forward, swallowing hard.

"No." Jesabelle said. "Stay back."

They all backed away slightly, but still alert. Jesabelle was alone, utterly alone. She felt the fear growing within her. She knew Harry wanted to cause her as much pain as he endured, and she thought she deserved all the more.

"Everyday the guilt paws at me, Harry." Jesabelle said, crying, but standing tall, showing him that she was not afraid. "And everyday the guilt takes another part of my soul away from me."

Harry faltered slightly, still trying to make sense of everything. His head was spinning, and he had no way of trying to slow it down.

"Go ahead Harry." Jesabelle whispered. "Make me feel the paint hat you feel, Lord knows I deserve for my evil deeds."

Harry lifted his arm, ready to strike. Hermione gasped.

"Harry no!" Neville said.

Harry suddenly dropped his arm, and turned around, punching the wall.

Jesabelle didn't even twitch, the tears still falling from her eyes.

Harry threw a nearby table across the room, eliciting a crash. He punched the wall again, hard, leaving a slight dent. No one dared approach him.

"I don't want Death Eater filth rotting my hands." Harry said viciously, opening the down and walking out, slamming it forcefully behind him.

Ginny, Ron, Neville, and Hermione ran after him, not giving Jesabelle a glance. Only Luna, Tonks, and Dumbledore were left behind.

"Tonks, I think you should follow them, to make sure they don't get into any trouble." Dumbledore said.

Tonks nodded and silently made her way out of the room. Dumbledore and Luna turned towards Jesabelle.

Jesabelle met their eyes. She knew what they were thinking. She messed up, big time. She began to tremble, and Luna caught her before she hit the ground, pulling her body to hers in a tight embrace, and Jesabelle sobbed.

"Shh." Luna said. "Not everyone deserted you." She looked up at Dumbledore sadly, who returned her gaze with the same sadness. Then he turned away, sitting himself in the armchair, sighing heavily.

Jesabelle continued to sob, the tears spilling like a river released from a dam.

"It's all right Jesabelle." Luna said, rocking back and forth slightly, "I didn't desert you. I'm not angry with you. I'm still here."

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There you go everyone! Yeah, I know that in my latest Author's Note I said that I was having problems with my floppy. Well, ten minutes after I posted that note, I fixed the problem. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

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Chapter 28: Harry and the others talk about Jesabelle, and someone spills the beans about Jesabelle to the Ministry.