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Death and a New Boyfriend
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," said Megna.
He nodded at her and smiled a little. "Please sit down," he said. "As I said before, I have a matter of utmost importance to discuss with you. You do not know why you were sent to Hogwarts, do you?"
Megna, Lahki, and Aliana shook their heads.
"Well, it was a matter of your safety. Voldemort," the three girls flinched, "–has returned to power, as you might already know. The organization that I have working to stop him has found out some rather . . disturbing news." He paused and glanced at them over his glasses with a look of pity or sadness. "You know your family history quite well?"
"Erm," said Lahki, "When I was maybe four or five, I was looking, well, snooping through Mom's desk and I found some important looking papers. They said a lot of stuff about a princess and a soon-to-be queen. Mom swore me to secrecy and modified my memory, she said I would remember this stuff when the right time came," said Lahki, startled that she was saying this, for she truly had forgotten this until Dumbledore mentioned the birthright.
"Yes," said Dumbledore, "This is correct. Your cousin Amili was an Indian princess."
"Was?" asked Ali.
"Yes. She was murdered last month. Your parents hid this from you for your safety. Sadly, getting you transferred to Hogwarts was the last thing your parents ever did for you," Dumbledore looked at their stricken faces and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Your parents also died tragically at the hands of Voldemort."
Megna put her head on Ali's shoulder and began to sob uncontrollably. Ali hugged her, trying to offer comfort, but she was crying too hard. Lahki, however, stood up and walked out of the door, bumping into Filch on her way.
"Lahki, wait!" said Dumbledore.
Lahki ignored him and continued walking until she reached the great hall. The tables that were there for dinner had disappeared and the room was completely dark, though she could see several stars on the bewitched ceiling. She sighed. I cannot believe that mom and dad are really gone. She summoned a blanket from a lone house elf she saw lurking in a corner. He brought her a comfortable green one and she set it in the middle of the great hall. She dropped down onto it and watched the stars in the sky.
She was asleep when a lone figure came into the great hall. He walked over to her, "Psst."
Lahki yawned, but awoke. "Who are you?" she asked the stranger she couldn't see.
"Fred Weasley at your service. I thought you looked a little lonely, so I came over her to cheer you up and keep you company," he said, lighting his wand.
"You can't cheer me up. I just found out that my parents are dead! What can you possibly do to cheer me up?" she asked, tears welling in the corner of her eyes, though that didn't stop her from noticing that he was cute.
"This," he said, and he kissed her.
Meanwhile, Professor Dumbledore had calmed down Ali and Megna. They were still very sad, but they were no longer crying, they could actually listen to what he has to say.
"Again, I'm so terribly sorry about what has happened. The moment they were killed, the Order knew about it, and they apparated to the spot, trying to figure out who had done it, a death eater or Voldemort himself. Unfortunately, they were a split second too late.
We have reason to believe that your parents knew something. Now I knew your parents, and they would not keep very important information to themselves. I believe that they told this information to you and then modified your memories. I don't know which of you they would have told, but may I have permission to extract your memories and search through them? I will talk to Lahki when she returns."
"Yes, you can check my memories. I will still have them, right?" asked Megna, scared of what happened to her parents. She had never done anything that she would be embarrassed for the headmaster to see, unlike Lahki, and possibly Ali.
"Yes, you will still have them. I will have them too also," said Dumbledore. "If it makes you feel better, I will not look at anything that I believe unimportant."
"Oh, okay," sniffed Ali, "then you can see mine also."
"Good," said Dumbledore. He took out an empty pensive and his wand. He set the wand on the top of Ali's head and them dumped it into the pensive. He repeated the same process for Megna. "There, all done. You two may leave to your quarters if you wish."
At this Megna started sobbing again. "Momma always used to say 'if you wish' to me." She sniffed. "Will there be a funeral?"
"Uh, no," sighed Dumbledore. "We cannot risk getting your family all in one place." He looked at their blank faces. "Maybe I should explain. Voldemort came after your parents because they knew something about what he was planning to do, something to do with you. I took it upon myself to get you away from India, for your protection. My good friend Remus Lupin believe that there was another prophecy made, about one of you guys plus Lahki, and Voldemort. The only problem is that this prophecy is not in the Department of Mysteries. We think that your parents hid the prophecy or destroyed it. Now, we need to find the person who has the prophecy or the person who heard it. You may be the key to this information."
"Oh," said Megna. "Well, if I see Lahki, I'll send her up, but she has temper problems sometimes . . ."
"Thank you Megna, now you girls go get some sleep," said Dumbledore, nodding towards the door.
Megna and Ali got up to open the door. As Ali reached out to open it, Professor McGonagall burst in.
"Oh, terribly sorry, Megna, Ali," she said, nodding at each of them in turn. Megna gave Ali a look and they continued on towards their dormitory. "Professor Dumbledore, I found Lahki in the kitchen, err, snogging," she said with great distaste.
"Whom was she snogging with?" said Dumbledore, amused at Minerva's discomfort.
"Fred, or George, one of those terrible boys," she exaggerated. Fred and George has left during their seventh year, and had come back to make up the missed time.
"Ah. I suspected as much," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye. "I saw Lahki and Fred making google-eyes at each other the other day. I'm glad they finally got together."
McGonagall stared at him. "Well," she huffed, "I suppose my information is invaluable. I'll just leave them down there for Filch to find when he makes his rounds." She turned and walked briskly out the door.
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