CHAPTER 11: A Quiet Conversation

Welsh woke up later that night to see Dumbledore sitting on the side of her bed.

She looked around to make sure that they were alone.

"Uncle?" She said softly.

"My child," he began, "you had me worried. Had quite a few of us worried especially a certain professor."

Welsh smiled at him, "I think if he knew we were related he wouldn't be interested. I am sorry to have worried you uncle, that was not my intention. I heard Minerva talking to me she helped a lot."

Dumbledore bowed his head one tear sliding down his cheek.

"Uncle please don't." Welsh begged him. "I had to you know that." She lay there looking at him. "I had to know." she whispered.

Dumbledore nodded. "The wizarding world knows my child. Its only been 3 days for you to regain your strength. You are going to be one of the most feared Witches in the world."

She laughed at that statement, "So I take it I got rid of all of them?"

Dumbledore smiled down at her as he patted her arm. "Yes niece you got them all."

She relaxed. "Thank God."

Dumbledore held her hand.

"I am so proud of the witch you have become, your powers rival mine."

Welsh laughed, "Never uncle you will always remain the greatest wizard ever."

Dumbledore smiled at her. "Are you ready to return to your room?"

Welsh nodded "yes more than ready."

"Then get dressed and I shall escort you there."

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