(Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, as I have said in the other chapters. I do however own the plot, and Maya.
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Chapter Three: Secrets Revealed
It was twelve years ago, that faithful night. He was the man I loved, the man I gave my heart and soul too, but something went wrong. He left me after that night. He left me alone, and what was worse I found out months later that I was pregnant. Of course I was a fully-grown adult in my forties, but I was still scared. I had the money to raise a child, and she could run around Hogwarts, but still, I was alone, alone and scared.
Maya walked out of Transfiguration with Ginny looking happier then she had all day. She really liked Professor McGonagall, and Transfiguration. She skipped into the Gryffindor common room, and up the girls' dorm stairs. She threw her book bag onto her bed, and waited for Ginny to do the same. Ginny did the same, and they both returned back down into the common room this time attracting some attention. A few students looked at them, and exchanged whispers to their neighbor. Maya frowned slightly, and looked at Ginny, who shrugged. They both walked out of the common room feeling their happiness draining slightly.
Maya sighed deeply. "Ginny, I don't think our popularity with those people back there is a good thing."
Ginny shrugged again. "Hey, it could be. I mean you were AWESOME in Transfiguration. It's like it's in your blood."
Maya giggled slightly, and shook her head. "My parents don't have magic blood."
Ginny nodded slightly. "O, are you sure? Have you ever asked them?"
Maya frowned slightly. "Not really, because, well my parents, they adopted me when I was really young, like a couple months old."
Ginny stared at her for a minute. "Really? That could mean that, that your parents are really magic!" She squealed with happiness.
Maya shook her head. "Don't think so. I was in a non-magic adoption agency, and it was really hard for them to tell me I was adopted. They love me like I'm their own, and I love them. Though it would be nice to meet my real parents."
Ginny smiled happily. "Yea, I think I would want to meet my real parents too if I was adopted. Lucky for me, I wasn't."
Maya grinned softly. "Yea. You have to introduce me to your brothers!"
Ginny grabbed her hand. "Then come on! They would be at supper. None of them ever miss a meal, no matter where they are." The girl raced off down the hallway towards the Great Hall.
Minerva watched over the top of her black rimmed glasses, as the girl ran in late. She smiled slightly, as she watched them both sit down. The red-haired girl, Miss Weasley began to excitedly introduce all her brothers to Maya. All them except prefect Percy, whom Ginny did not like very much. Minerva gave a small smile. The Tanners had done a good job raising the girl. She turned her attention to Dumbledore, and started to talk to him about something that hadn't been brought up for eleven years.
Maya was telling her new friends about her run in with Snape. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the twins listened inattentively as she told them.
Harry groaned softly, and nodded to her. "Snape is a greasy git. He hates all his students don't worry it's not just you."
Maya sighed with relief. "Good, I thought maybe it was just me he hated. What will he make me do in detention? What does he make you do?"
Ron scowled slightly, and looked at her wand, which was resting on the table beside her plate. "Wandless cleaning. You know, muggle style."
Maya got a look of confusion on her face, "muggle?"
Fred laughed, and nodded. "You have SO much to learn. A muggle is a non-magic person."
Maya grinned slightly. "Ooh, so I'm a muggle?"
Hermione nodded, and smiled. "Don't worry, I am too. There is no big deal, as long as you stay away from the Slytherins. All of them are pure of blood, and they like to rag on muggleborns."
Maya looked around at the house tables. "O, the ones decked out in green and silver?" All the children nodded. She smiled, gratefully. "Thanks for warning me." She stood up, and stored her wand in the back pocket of her jeans. "Alright, I'll catch you all later, ok?"
"Sure will." Ginny agreed. The boys and Hermione nodded their agreement to Ginny's reply.
Maya wandered out of the great hall and headed towards the cold, damp dungeons. She sighed deeply, feeling awful for the points lost from her house, on the other hand she was still very proud of her work from Charms, and Transfiguration. That was another thing, she shoved her hands in the pockets of her robes. What was up with that Professor McGonagall? She felt so attached to her, but how could she be? She was told her parents died in a car crash when she was a baby, and that's why she was adopted into the Tanner family. Not that she minded much, they were great parents too her, but still, she felt in her heart that her real parents were still alive. Well, at least one of them was.
After a few minutes of wandering she entered the dungeons late. Her head was still spinning with all the thoughts of her parents, and her new friends, that she didn't even notice that Snape was ragging her out. She looked up at him, and raised an eyebrow. "Dude, come on. If you are going to yell at me, at least make sure I'm really listening."
Snape growled at her, and pulled out his wand. "You better start listening. First off you will clean every cauldron until I can see my face in the bottom. Second off when you are finished you will come to me, and receive your one hundred lines, and third off if you don't stop with these comments, I will be forced to take off ten house points for every rude, or snappy thing you have said to me today."
Maya gasped, and glared at him. "Y-you can't do that! That's inhuman!"
He smirked evilly. "Who said I was human, hmm?"
Her eyes went wide. He was a vampire! She should have thought of it before the long greasy hair, the black robes, and the pale skin. She was even willing to bet that he couldn't go out in the sunlight. She groaned, and trudged over to the cauldrons where a pail of water, and a rag was waiting. She started to scrub the cauldrons clean.
After hours of work, and two very sore hands, she was on her way back to the Gryffindor tower. Her eyes scanned the hall, trying to figure out why she was asked to come here. She knew it was because she had magic blood, but where did it come from. She knew she wasn't like Hermione, that she wasn't just a muggle. What if Ginny had been right, what if her real parents did have magic blood?
She arrived back to the common room and was greeted by her friends. They all had butterbeers in hand, and Ginny handed her one, smiling softly, "How was your detention?"
She sighed deeply, and showed Ginny her red hands. "Awful. I had to scrub for hours, and THEN he still made me write lines. I don't think I can do this for another six days."
George frowned slightly as he looked at her hands. "Well Miss Tanner you're going to have to," he smirked, "we'll hex him for you though!"
Maya sighed deeply, and grinned at George. "Thanks George, but this war is between me, and that prat. I'll do it myself." She decided. She downed the rest of her butterbeer, and sat the empty bottle down. "I better go. I have homework before bed." She stood, and started upstairs. Ginny downed her bottle, and quickly followed suit.
The girl both worked late into the night on their potions' essays. Around four Maya passed out, finally completing the 1 and a half-foot essay. She curled up, and pulled her yellow blanket to her chin, holding an old looking stuffed bear to her chest. She closed her eyes, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep. Her dreams were haunted of visions of her parents, and the day they had told her she was adopted.
Maya bounded into the living room. She had just got off the bus from day camp, and was in a rather good mood. Her mother and father were waiting for her in the living room. Odd, because normally they would both still be at work, and the baby sitter would be there. She greeted them happily, and settled down into her fathers' lap.
"Maya, love. We have something we would like to give you." Her father told her softly. Her mother looked close to tears.
Maya nodded. "Alright." She looked at her father suspiciously. "What is it?"
He handed her and odd envelope, with her name, and address written in emerald ink. She opened it slowly, and inside was a letter from a school called Hogwarts. She looked up at her father with questionable eyes. Her mother had now broken down into fits of sobbing.
"Honey, we aren't your real parents." He told her slowly, as if the slower her told her this the less it would hurt.
She frowned slightly, and looked back down at the letter. "Dad, is this some kind of joke?"
He shook his head. "No love, I wish it were, but it isn't. Now, you are going to go to this school, and have the time of your life. You can come visit at Christmas and everything, if you want…"
She nodded, and hugged him tight. "Dad, mom, I still love you both. To me you are my real parents."
They both smiled and hugged her back. Maya put on a fake smile. She knew in her heart that things would never be the same. That she would have to find her real parents.
She blotted up in bed, sweat was beading on her face. She hated that memory. She tried to forget it. That day she should have been angry with them for keeping this from her, but yet, she wasn't. She was disappointed yes, but not angry. She sighed deeply, and put her face in her hands, breathing hard. She had to find her mother, and her father. Her real mother and father so that she could finally be at peace about what happened. Why had they left her? Did she have any brothers and sisters? She climbed out of bed, noting that the sun was slowly starting to rise in the sky. She went to the bathroom, and took a shower. She came back out, and pulled on a pair of faded black jeans and a pink T-shirt that said: 'I'm not quiet, I'm plotting.' She pulled her black school robes over her outfit, and braided her long hair. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked over at the sleeping form of Ginny, but decided against waking her. She skipped downstairs, and sat in front of the fire, waiting for everyone to awaken. She closed her eyes, and slipped into a deep sleep.
Ginny skipped down the stairs, and stopped, looking at her sleeping friend. She shook her head, and laughed softly. "Maya!" She shouted. She fell to the floor with laughter, as Maya jumped up and looked around wildly.
Maya glared at her, and then started to laugh as well. "Ginny don't do that to a girl. You could have scared me to death."
Ginny stood, straightening her robes. "I'm sorry, but I had to do it. You looked so peaceful, and stuff." She giggled. "I guess that's the Fred and George part of me."
Maya beamed softly, and stood. "You ready to go to breakfast?"
Ginny nodded. "I was about to ask you the same thing." She threw her, her school bag. Maya caught it, and lead the way out of the common room.
At breakfast they were watched closely by both McGonagall, and Dumbledore. McGonagall looked at him and sighed. Dumbledore shook his head. "Are you sure that it's her?"
McGonagall sighed, and nodded. "Yes, Albus I am."
Albus surveyed her over his half moon glasses. "You must not tell her, Minerva."
Minerva gasped, and glared slightly at him. "And why not? She is my," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "daughter."
Albus nodded slightly, and sighed. "Yes Minerva, that may be so, but look at her. She is so happy without knowing."
She sighed as well, and looked at him. "Maybe you are right, maybe I shouldn't tell her, but what if she knows she was adopted? What if she really does want to know the truth?"
Albus leaned back in his chair a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. "That may be so, but wait for her to come to you. Or wait until the time is right."
Minerva glared daggers at him. "How is she suppose to come to me? She doesn't know about my past, or me! How she came to be in this world! She has a right to know Albus!"
Albus looked down at his plate of oatmeal, and sighed. "You will not tell her Minerva. It is not for the best."
Minerva stood, and walked out of the Great Hall, her robes bellowing behind her. She walked to her classroom, and sat down. She looked at the seat that Maya occupied. "Maybe it is for the best. Maybe, she shouldn't know. That would just make her hate me, and I don't think I could bear that. Knowing that my own child hated me for the mistakes I made." She closed her eyes, and lowered her head to her desk, removing her glasses. She drifted off into thought. Thoughts of the love she lost. Thoughts of the daughter she gave away. Minerva McGonagall felt horrible right now, and she knew why. She had to get this secret off her chest. She must tell the girl.
(A/n: BEWAHAH! There you have it! What will Maya think when she finds out about her real mother? How will she react? Most importantly, who is her father? All shall be revealed in time. So, read and review. The more reviews I get, the more I want to write. XD)
