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Chapter Four: The Truth Is Out
I woke up again about four hours later. Danny was still there and looked very worried. As soon as he saw I was awake he was at my side.
"Mya, how are you? God I can't believe I let you do this. I'm so sorry, please say you're all right. You passed out there for quite a while." Danny said, while he smoothed my hair back.
"Danny, Danny," I said trying to calm him down. "Dude I'm okay, just a hangover. God my head. Where is Mom? I think we need to talk." I responded.
"She just went to answer the phone, she'll be back in a minute. Are you mad that I told her? I thought it might be best, obviously it was eating at you. Maybe when she explains you'll feel better."
"No it's okay. I'm not mad, thank you in fact. I wish Dumbledore were here though. I have a feeling he had a big part in this whole thing. I would like some of this explained in person. He's always involved in stuff like this."
"Well isn't it just your luck I arrived this morning." Said Dumbledore with a grin as he stepped in her room.
"But sir, you didn't arrive this morning. You were there last nig-" Danny started.
"Yes, yes" said Dumbledore. "But then again I went home for a some sleep and did indeed arrive here this morning." He said with a twinkle in his eye. Danny just rolled his eyes. He hated to be proven wrong. Which is amazing seeing as we both are constantly battling with each other about who's right and who's wrong.
There was an awkward silence for about a minute until Mom walked in. She and Dumbledore went over to each other and conversed in whispers. This very much angered me. Who did this all happen too? Who deserved to know what the hell was going on? I wanted answers. "Oh no you don't! You talk to me not about me! Explain, both of you!" I yelled. I felt Danny squeeze my hand as they both approached and explained. My mom, or really my adopted mom just explained as much as the letter did. It was Dumbledore I wanted to hear from. What I heard that night was something I was not prepared to handle.
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