CHAPTER THREE!!!!!!!!!
it had been several days since harrys last strange meeting with dumbeldore and all of the sthoughts of the special student had gone out of harrys head. Until one day when harry was called by Macconnagal into Dumebeldor's office.
There amongst the books and dust harry found Dumbeldore talking to a very strange girl.
Her hair was a crimson color that flowed like a red red river of honey in ribbons down her back to drag on the floor like a billowing red red cape behind her.
"Harry!" Dumbeldore coaxed as Harry stood in awe of the woman in front of him. "This is Starlanna Bloodmoon, my neice Harry."
Her eyes glanced up expressively. Her eyebrows arching with surprise. That's when Harry noticed her eyes. How beautiful her eyes were under the thick black eyelashes that shadowed her eyes. One eye gleamed with the purple of a purple jewel, glowing from the inside out secretively. One eye was as green or greener than an emrald, or Harry's own. The emerald color had flecks of gold and silver. As gold and silver as the sun's rays on the ocean at midnight. Her lips were red and pouty the corners always turned down in a pretty frown as if she were concentrating on something really hard. Her skin was like a china doll. White and porcelain as soft as flour.
"Hi." She whispered her voice, low and quiet barely above a whisper. She held out her hand delicately waiting for him to shake it. As his hand brushed over her milky white skin all of the memorys of the dream came rushing back to him. "Harry Harry!" he heard her echoeing through his mind. He saw her sillowette in the darkness. Yes indeed this must be, her. But there was one exeption. In his dream her hair had been billowing out revealing a pair of silvery wings stretched, from her back. But here if there was wings her hair would have covered them completely like a crimson cape wrapped around her frail yet shapely body.
This girl was too pure. He felt that his course dirty skin would taint her own pure whiteness. He quickly drew his hand away not wanting to taint her anymore than he already had done. The girl glanced up unsurely at Dumbeldore than back, at harry both there faces puzzled with the same expression.
"Sorry!" harry mumbled as he attempted to wipe some of his impureness off on his pants. Dubeldore shrugged and gently pushed Starlanna tword Harry. Unable to keep her balance, she stumbeled against Harry her hand resting on his shoulder, and chest for support. Her Hair flowing up and wrapping around his back. Her large eyes locked with his as she tried to regain her balance. He began to help her up placing his hand, on the small of her back. But instead of feeling the fabric of her shirt he felt something flutter. "No!" she cried as she pushed him away. Glancing up at the new distant step between them. He noticed that what he had felt was a pair of shimmery wings that were now open and fluttering behind her. Wings that shimmered with purple and red and green. As purple and red and green as her eyes and her hair. She quickly closed her wings and the wings looked like a cape, wrapped around her underneath her hair. The wings shimmered with silver in the full moons light.
"Your a—your a faeirey!" he gasped. Starlanna glanced down at the ground with shame her large doe-like eyes beginning to flood with golden tears.
Dumbeldore placed his hands on her shoulder, and then looked, up at Harry, a grave, seriousness, reflecting on his face. "Harry." He began seriously. At this point Harry knew he had to pay attention. "You must know that this must not be revealed to any of the other students Harry. That is why it is your duty to protect her Harry. As a faeirey, she is frail and will need the guideance of a warrior. I believe you have that heart. Harry."
He looked down at Starlanna whose deep eyes were starring concentratedly at Harry. Was there something that she knew about him athat he didnt! There was a certain knowledge that lingered their behind those mysterious eyes.
"Harry. You know what you must do. I trust you Harry. Protect her and watch over her when I can not. Harry there is something I did not tell you before. She is not my niece. She is my daughter."
Harry gawked at Dumbeldore in great suprise. "You're—you're daughter!" He cried.
"Yes. Dumbeldore tightened his grip on his duaghters shoulder. "You now know the importance of what I ask. Thank y ou, Hary."
And with that Dumebeldor turned and sat at his desk. "You two may go now!" He said once again regaining his cheeryness.
The two teenagers stared at each other for a moment. And then they went.
Authors note: WOW! Revel and bow in my masterpeace!!!!11!! Isn't this abostulely fantacstic???
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