I'm sorry I was so mean lately. Really, the horns are just there to prop up the halo. grins evilly But I believe you have suffered enough, so this is actually a chapter. Yay! So I do not need a timeout. :)

Chapter 16

Who's Your Daddy?

"Jenna, you have to understand that this is really hard for me." Elizabeth pleaded. Jenna nodded and leaned closer. Elizabeth took Jenna's hand in both of hers and looked at her daughter.

"I doubt you'll ever meet him, Jenna, so don't get your hopes up. He travels all around Europe doing…whatever magic things he does. He doesn't even know you exist!"

"Mum?"

"Yes, Jenna?"

"Just tell me."

"Jenna, are you sure you want to know who your father is?"

"Yes Mum…please."

Elizabeth closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "His name is…is…Harry. Harry Potter."

Jenna looked at her mother with a blank yet, penetrating stare…and then promptly fainted.

Elizabeth watched as her daughter slipped from her chair and grabbed her before her head hit the floor.

"Jenna? Jenna? Are you all right?" Elizabeth bent over Jenna and tapped her cheeks. Jenna stirred momentarily.

"Jenna? Can you here me?" Jenna opened her eyes slightly and groaned.

Elizabeth carried Jenna to her room and laid her on her bed, covering her with an old, musty quilt.

"Mum?"

"Jenna!" Elizabeth began placing kisses all over her face until Jenna's weaving arms made it too hard.

"Mum, STOP!"

"I'm sorry, Love, but you had me so worried. Gods, Jenna. I knew you weren't ready to know…but you looked so lost and so hopeful…but now, you've fainted because you now know who your father is. You might have brain damage now and it's all my fault."

Elizabeth had begun pacing the room and was rambling incoherently, until Jenna coughed loudly.

"Jenna! You're not sick, are you?"

"No Mum, I'm fine. I only did that to get your attention. You were off in your own little world there for a second."

"Well, then what do you need?"

"I just wanted to say that knowing who my father is did not make me faint…and I don't have brain damage." Elizabeth smiled at this last part.

"Then why did you faint. Tell me, Jenna?"

"I fainted because I've already met him."

Elizabeth blanched.

"What do you mean you've 'already met him'?" Elizabeth asked confused and slightly shaken.

"I – I mean I've already met him." Elizabeth looked at her daughter as if trying to figure out if she were telling the truth. Jenna began thinking to herself out loud.

"I didn't know he was my father of course. This is so strange. He's Addy and Rhea's godfather for heavens sake. Oh, my gosh…what are Rhea and Addy going to say? I knew I recognized him from somewhere…he looked like me!"

Elizabeth watched her daughter unravel her thoughts while her own thoughts about the man she used to (used to?) love swam around in her head. Finally she touched Jenna's shoulder softly, making her jump.

"Aahh…Mum!" Jenna screamed before drooping herself onto the bed again. "Don't do that!"

"I'm sorry, Love." Elizabeth replied with a small smile. Jenna sighed.

"Mum?"

"Yes, Love?"

"What am I going to tell Rhea and Addy? They're practically related to Har—Dad, I mean." Elizabeth bit her tongue and stared at the faded quilt on the bed.

"You're not telling them anything."

"But Mum—"

"No 'buts' Jenna. This is where I put my foot down on the matter."

"Why?"

"Because your friends – the Weasleys – they knew me." Elizabeth chanced a glance at Jenna, but after receiving no shocked expressions continued her explanation.

"Ron, I believe his name is Ron anyways, was and probably still is your father's best friend. He was the Best Man at our wedding and I was friends with too…sort of; same with his wife…Herminnie or something of the sort."

"Is that why you showed up at their house with blonde hair and sunglasses?" Jenna interrupted. Elizabeth laughed to herself.

"Yes it is. I didn't want them to know it was me. It would have brought up a whole new can of worms if they knew their best had a daughter and never knew it."

Elizabeth was starting to tear up again. Jenna having noticed this gave her mother a big hug and left the room to get her school things that had been sitting in the hall for a week.

She still had homework to do, even though there were bigger things on her mind.

Well, there you go. It's all out in the open now. I hope this satisfied you thirst for answers. I hope the painful torture I put you through was well worth it, and I'm sorry that I didn't get this out on Thursday like I had planned. But 12:00am isn't bad either (12am in California…)

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