A plump woman pushed her way to the front of the group. Her hair was pulled up into a nightcap and she wore a nightgown. She had one arm in a robe and was attempting to pull the other arm through. Her eyes widened at she turned on her heels to face the crowd of teenagers.

"Go! Bed! Now!" She yelled and pointed her finger over their heads toward the door.

"But…" One of the group complained. He was tall and gangly looking with red hair and freckles sprinkled across his face. The woman however frowned and shook her head.

"No buts any of you. Get to bed now and leave us." The group all left with disgruntedly mumbling. The woman shut the door to the kitchen and Lindsey heard the attempts of footsteps on the steps. She could tell they were the type of footsteps she tried when she was younger when her parents would want 'grown-up time'. She always pretended to stomp up the stairs while really staying to listen to the latest happenings at her dad's work. She had a feeling that if she opened the door the group would still be standing there. Lindsey struggled less then she had at first. If Harry Potter was here, she must be save, right? Her captor led her to a chair and sat her down. He faced her. It was Professor Dumbledore. Her head spun with the events and she rocked in her chair. Her eyelids drooped for a few seconds from the effect she'd used to try to escape. Dumbledore reached out and steadied her shoulders.

"You need to know something." Dumbledore said to her. He looked straight into her eyes through his half moon glasses. His eyes reflected the candlelight.

"What's going on Albus? Is this Snape's niece?" The woman asked flitting about the kitchen frantically. "Why is she here?"

"Molly, calm down." Dumbledore said not taking his eyes off of Lindsey. She fidgeted in her chair. That stare was rather unnerving her. "Why don't you sit down." She sank into a chair across the table from them obediently. He finally looked away and Lindsey sighed in relief. "This is Lindsey, Snape's niece, yes. She found his mask." Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a silent 'oh'. Dumbledore looked back at Lindsey and released her shoulders. She slumped against the back of the chair. His grip was surprisingly strong considering his frail appearance. She could sense that he was about to say something but she had a question and she wasn't going to be silent.

"He's a Death Eater?" Lindsey asked. Her anger rose inside her.

"Yes, however…" Dumbledore answered her while giving her that unnerving stare.

"And you're employing him. You're letting him teach your students. How…how…could…you? I thought you were supposed to be the number one anti-Dark Arts wizard?" She said her voice growing louder with every word. She didn't care what the great Albus Dumbledore thought of her if he was going to allow this man to work at his school.

"You don't understand, he's…," Dumbledore said calmly. He didn't even blink when she stood up so violently that her chair was knocked half way across the floor. The woman across from them however jumped in her chair.

"I know what he must be. He must be an evil, soulless, heartless, killer. That's the only way he could be a servant of You-Know-Who." Lindsey practically yelled. There was such passion in her voice that she probably could have killed her uncle at that moment, if he had been there. Blind anger drove her to run for the door to the kitchen. She didn't hear the spell cast but she saw the jet of light pass by her and hit the door. She reached the handle and pulled as hard as she possibly could but the door wouldn't budge.

"Lindsey, you must understand," Dumbledore said as coolly as though they were discussing the weather, "he is not a killer, anymore." She turned toward the old man and crossed her arms. She knew there was no point in trying for her wand, it was in front of Snape's house in her bag.

"What do you mean?" She said, her nostrils flared like they did frequently.

"If you will calmly have a seat I will explain." Dumbledore said. He flicked his wand and the chair glided in the air to its original spot next to his. Lindsey had to admit to herself that he had great patience. If someone flipped out on her, she would have smacked him or her so hard. She glared at him but lowered herself into the chair anyway.

"Your uncle was a Death Eater when Voldemort," both Lindsey and the other woman shivered when Dumbledore said the name but he continued anyway, "first rose to power. However, he became a spy for us before Voldemort's downfall. At his own risk, he went back to Voldemort when he rose again and has continued to be a spy."

The kitchen around Lindsey turned blurry as she tried to comprehend everything that had just been said to her. Her uncle was a hero. He was risking everything to give the good guys a sight into the dark side. She would have never guessed. It was so easy to think of the man with the black, greasy hair and the cold, emotionless eyes as evil. He didn't seem the part of the hero.

"Lindsey?" Dumbledore said gently. She remained silent. Her eyes out of focus and her eyebrows drawn together in thought. "Lindsey…" He was saying something but she wasn't hearing him. She was staring at something ahead of her. There stood her father. His thinning, brown hair and sparkling green eyes. His ever-knowing smile forced a smile on her face as well.

"Lindsey." His cheerful voice sounded. "Lindsey sweetie. Everything's all right. It'd be okay. I'm going to have to go for awhile. I won't be about to check in with you for a few hours, maybe even a day. I promise that I will be home tomorrow morning when you wake up but mom's going to have to tuck you in tonight. I love you sweetie." His body faded in front of her eyes. She reached out as though to grab him and hold him there forever. She remembered that day. She knew now that he was going on a very dangerous assignment that he didn't think he would have come back from. He didn't come back that morning. Lindsey had been five and she'd been terrified but he was home that night, with a few scratches but nothing more. Tears filled her eyes as she cried out to him.

"Don't go." She said with her arm still outstretched. Dumbledore placed a hand on her shoulder and softly said her name once more. She shook her head and quickly withdrew her arm. She looked down and tried to wipe her eyes without them noticing.

"What were you saying?" She asked quickly. Her voice cracked.

"We should get going back home before your uncle finds you missing." Dumbledore repeated himself. He turned to the woman. "Molly, I'm so sorry for the disruption. I'll want to talk with you and Arthur tomorrow."

"Of course, sir." Molly replied. Dumbledore turned to Lindsey.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"Home." She repeated and nodded. It wasn't home to her, it'd never be home to her. He grabbed her shoulder and the room dissolved in front of her. She was back in the room in her uncle's house. Her things were back there however Dumbledore wasn't. She went to the bed and didn't even undress. She crawled under the covers and drew them up to her chin. Her eyelids fell closed and she dreamed of that night when she was little. She remembered the feeling she had when she had woken up that morning and her dad wasn't in the kitchen with her mom having coffee.