For a moment, Reia was dumbfounded. Who her real family was? What was he talking about? Did he mean to tell her that the people she knew as "mother and father" weren't really her parents at all?
"Reia, I know that in your mind, you are Reia O'Malley, but that is not the truth. I know that for the last sixteen years, you've thought of yourself as the child of Richard and Melinda, born in the United States, but these beliefs are just the product of the lies your parents have been telling you for years. You were adopted, child, when you were just a baby."
There was nothing the shocked young girl sitting under the covers on the bed could have done or said. She was speechless at the fact that everything she had known for the past sixteen years was a lie. She just sat there, staring at the old man with her mouth slightly open. It wasn't until a few moments later that she could get a few words out.
"...My mother... was..." she stuttered.
"You're mother's name was Bella Black. She was married to a man named Ignatious Black, both of which were highly respected members of the pureblooded community because their history is ancient," Dumbledore said softly.
"Are they dead?"
"Yes, my dear. I'm sorry."
"Why did they adopt me out?"
"Although your family was well-off economically, they were all Deatheaters, I'm sorry to say." The man behind Dumbledore coughed loudly from where he was standing and Dumbledore appologized. "Most of your family were Deatheaters, and the Deatheaters had a community of their own. They mostly socialized with eachother..." Reia nodded, remembering the stories Professor McGonnagal told her about Lord Voldemort and his Deatheaters... "Your mother had an affair, Reia. Ignatious Black is not your father."
For a moment, there was only silence. And then suddenly, all the confusion came together in Reia's mind and she understood. "She adopted me out because Ignatious didn't approve... He knew I wasn't his baby." Dumbledore nodded.
"Your father was a man named Derrek McCain. He, too, was a Deatheater, and you are his daughter."
"Why didn't Derrek take me?"
"Because Derrek wasn't what modern society would call 'a good person.' He disappeared as soon as he found out your mother was pregnant."
"So why didn't she give me up to a magic family?"
"...Reia, remember, your mother was a Deatheater... That says a lot about her character right away, as you might imagine. Unfortunately, she didn't pay enough attention to you to even care about your well-being. She hated your father after he left her with you. Therefore, she hated you... I'm sorry, my dear."
This information was shocking, of course, to Reia, but it didn't hurt her the way it would have someone else. She didn't even know her mother was her mother (up until five minutes ago) much less, care about what she thought of her. She had always thought she was Melinda's daughter. She was disappointed her mother wasn't alive or had been a beautiful, kind person, however it wasn't worth fretting over if she wasn't.
"This still doesn't explain why I haven't been able to go to Hogwarts for the past five years..." she said after thinking, a bit of a harsh tone in her voice.
"There are different types of Witches and Wizards in our world, child. There are what we call Purebloods, magic folk who's parents were both posessed the gift, there are those who's parents are not magic at all, and there are those with one of each. Your line has been pureblooded since the ancient times, Ms. Black. Every ounce of liquid in your veins in 100% magic... Now, this trait is highly respected in our community, but on rare occasions, either flaws or gifts will surface. You, my dear, have a gift... A very precious gift that is so rare, it's nearly unheard of. Not even talked about. Only those who have studied magic for a long time and believe in it know about it..."
Reia's heart was pounding in her chest.
"You, Reia Black, are a magid."