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Chapter 9: Profiles

Professor Valkrys led the way into her classroom. The room was rather vibrant, with pictures of every single Chocolate Frog witch and wizard in full profile, and moral-boosting posters. She walked over to her desk, sat down, and invited everyone to sit in front of the desk.

"What would you like to know gentlemen?" she asked after they all had conjured chairs and seated themselves.

Headmaster Zelgrave cleared his throat. "What can you tell us about Jasmine Medjai?"

"Well, she is a very arrogant and powerful witch. She's my half-sister, our father was the same, and she is also one of the most competitive people you will ever meet."

"Which school did she attend?" Black asked.

"She attended Durmastrange with me. And we both attended MICC after that, just like our parents wanted us to. But, it was before she even left Durmastrange that she began to go bad."

"What do you mean Ela?" Zelgrave asked.

"After the Triwizard Cup at Deux Batons, she started being shorter with me, her friends, and delving more and more into the Dark Arts than our professor knew. And that's also where she met him."

"Severus?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, not Snape. She did meet him there, but that's not who I was referring to," she sighed. It was obvious she had never told anyone about this. Everything from her tone, and her body language told them that she had hid this from everyone.

"Then who was it?" Wood asked. He was the least patient out of all of them. Professor Cook and he had a date, and he wanted to keep it.

"She met Tom Marvolo Riddle there, and she immediately sensed the same thing I did."

Everyone was intent on each word that flowed from her German throat. It was as though every sound might help them bring Harry back to consciousness. "Voldemort," Dumbledore stated simply. Everyone but Black and Meno had a sharp intake of breath at his name. "How do you know his real name?" Dumbledore asked.

"I intercepted one owl to my sister one day, and it was signed with Tom Marvolo Riddle. After thinking about it later, after he had begun his reign of terror, I figured out who it was, and it all fell into place."

Meno broke his silent listening. "So; you're saying she has feelings for Voldemort," another sharp intake of breath, "and for Severus Snape. Somehow that doesn't seem to fit with her character."

"She loves Severus, and would be with him if Severus would join the Death Eaters again. She lusted after Tom for his power, and the position she might achieve for being his mate. Does that fit your character of her Meno?"

"Quite. One more question from me, why did she start becoming ill toward you? I would have thought that she would try to persuade you to join her in her quest for power and glory. You did say that you and she felt something about, Tom, but what was it?" Meno's question was well thought out, and it showed in the look of defeat on Professor Valkrys' face.

"You caught me, again. Tom had paid more attention to me during the Triwizard tournament than he had to Jasmine. I have always been better than her at magic, she is far more beautiful than me. But, we both felt the thirst for power, and the need to prove himself better than the rest of the world."

"I'm sorry for making you answer that Ela."

"I know Ken, and I'm not mad at you for it. It's a fact of life, sibling rivalry."

"Professor Dumbledore? Do you think Severus could help us try to capture her, and question her?" Zelgrave asked.

Dumbledore pulled out a box of lemon drops and began sucking on one as he thought. "I don't know. I'm fairly confident that if I ask him he will assist us; not enthusiastically though."

"Very well," Zelgrave said. "I move that we adjourn this meeting and inform the Ministry of our findings."

"I'll take care of that," Dumbledore replied quietly. His voice was quiet, but the familiar commanding tone was still present; and Wood remembered it all too well. Professor Valkrys put her head in her hands and leaned on her desk, as all the other wizards headed for the door. Half-way through the door, Professor Meno stopped, and turned back.

"Ela?" he asked.

She looked up and her eyes were showing the signs of tears. "Yeah Ken?"

"Are you allright?"

"Why wouldn't I be allright? I have to endure the memories of my sister all the time, why should this time be different?"

Professor Meno kneeled beside her. "Because this time you may have helped punish her, before you were just fighting your own personal demons."

Professor Valkrys looked at him, nodded her head, and quietly asked him to leave. Just before he completely left the room he turned around. "Ela?" She looked up from her desk again. "You don't have to walk through all of your storms alone. You know that right?"

"Yes Ken, I know that," she muttered.

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