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Chapter 20

She Knows

Dear Mum,

I really think you shouldn't care if people find out, but I'm telling you this anyways. I think Professor Weasley knows that Harry Potter is my father. I didn't tell her, but she's really smart. She probably figured it out by herself. Plus, I almost told Addy and Rhea, but all they know is that I found out who my father is. They're suspicious as well. I'm tired of keeping this secret, and if someone asks who my father is, I'm not going to lie. I really don't know why you're trying so hard to keep this a secret. I think it would be better for everybody if we just told. Of course that's only my opinion.

Jenna

Jenna sealed the envelope and attached the letter to a brown school owl. She watched as the bird soared away into the cloudy March afternoon. Students ran passed her; they're laughter echoed in the large corridors.

Saturdays were supposed to be freedom from classes, but when Jenna walked out to the lake to meet Rhea and Addy, she found them perched on a large rock going over Addy's History of Magic notes.

"Rhea, studying? That's a new one." Jenna laughed as she crept up behind them.

"I'm only doing it because I've slept so much in that class that I can't remember a thing." Rhea argued heatedly as Addy rolled her eyes.

"What? I'm not the only one. Remember how many of our classmates asked to see your notes? Everybody falls asleep in that class, except for you. Don't know why, really…probably because you listen to Mum and Uncle Percy talk nonsense all the time. You've just gotten use to it." Rhea sneered.

"I suppose you're right." Addy sighed. Rhea looked up from the notes, bewilderment spread across her face.

"Wasn't expecting that answer…" Rhea muttered as they emerged themselves in the notes once again.

Jenna stayed with them and studied for a while before becoming bored and leaving to wander around the castle alone.

The corridors echoed with Jenna's footsteps. Everyone was outside, enjoying the cerulean sky and golden sunshine, one so rarely sees during March in Great Britain.

There was nowhere in particular that she wanted to go, so she let her feet decide. Jenna kept her eyes on the polished floors beneath her and only looked up when she heard a familiar voice coming from her transfiguration classroom.

"Listen to me, Harry. You may not want to think about this, but there is a chance you could have a daughter!"

Jenna's eyes widened in shock as she moved towards the door. She poked her head in the door. Professor Weasley was sitting at her desk. A tall form with messy black hair was sitting on her desk, tossing a remembrall in the air and catching it with lightning reflexes. Jenna watched the argument unfold.

"It's just not possible, Hermione. Liz would have told me–"

"Do you honestly think that? I'm usually not the cynical type, but Harry…she has your eyes."

"There are tons of people with green eyes."

"Not like yours, Harry. You're one of a kind, and I could tell your eyes apart from any other pair on the face of this earth." Harry was silent at this remark; his eyes downcast. The remembrall lay motionless on the desk next to him.

Hermione gave him an empathetic look before pulling herself up and quietly entering her office. The click of the lock reverberated in the stillness of the room.

Jenna watched Harry sitting there, alone with his thoughts for a long time. Jenna shivered in the cold corridor, making her realize that it was probably around dinnertime. Jenna wasn't that hungry after what she had heard. Glancing one last time at her father, Jenna retreated to the common room to ponder what she had witnessed.

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