Chapter Three - Uncles
Professor has been gone for nearly and hour already, saying that they needed some very important help. Ginny was wallowing in the comfy brown chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, her son in her lap and her daughter talking animatedly with her Professor. She listened in on their conversation.
"So, Vela, did your father attend this school?" asked Dumbledore, facing a few old portraits behind his desk. One certain wizard scowled at him, leaving the painting and running over to the farthest wall.
Vela giggled. "Yes, Daddy went to Hogwarts. He says that maybe one day I'll come here, too. Mummy said that she wanted me to be a Gryffendur and Daddy said he wanted me to be a Slyyhferrin."
Dumbledore chuckled. "I suppose he wanted your brother to become the same?"
"Which brother?" she inquired.
Dumbledore turned his head slowly to her. "You have more than one brother?" he asked in a gasp. Never in his life has he been so stunned. There were stranger things in the world, but just finding out that two small children, who apparently had other siblings, were coming from the past to save their mother was rather odd.
Vela nodded eagerly. "Yes. Lyra's my older brother," she stated proudly, "he's nine. Him and Aussie are twins."
"Aussie?" he asked.
"Yeah," answered Vela, "she's nine, too. She and Lyra are twins. But, she has Daddy's hair, not Mummy's. Caelum also has Daddy's hair and me and Lyra got Mummy's hair. Sometimes they wonder how come that happened. Mummy was sure we'd get her hair."
Dumbledore laughed. "Do you remember your Daddy?"
Vela nodded.
"Why don't you tell your Mummy who he is," he suggested kindly.
"She's supposed to know," exclaimed Vela, "Daddy says we'd go back to the time where he and Mummy just started dating. Aren't they dating?"
"I am not sure if Ginevra is dating anyone at the moment," said Dumbledore, "I don't sneak amongst the students just to find out a few gossips."
Vela giggled and said in a mischievous tone, "Or do you?"
Dumbledore laughed, but before going on, the door flung wide open, revealing two people, one disgruntled and the other very snide.
The only thing heard was Vela's loud squeal, "Aunt Mione!"
"Oh, Daddy," cooed a voice.
Draco groaned loudly, lifting up his hand and rubbing his throbbing forehead. He felt as if he fell down a million steps and landed with a crash. He didn't know for sure if he did, but he knew he could feel an immense amount of pain in his head. He didn't dare open his eyes, for he was afraid of what he might see. He was rather happy that he had awoken from whatever dream he was just dreaming. He dreamt that he produced twin children with the youngest Weasley. Who in their right mind would shag such a low, disgusting, --
"Daddy!" screeched a voice. "Are you alright?!"
He mentally whimpered. "Get out," he choked, his voice raspy.
"Dad? Are you alright? You fainted on us!" explained a male voice.
"Uncle Sev had to come and give you a potion to make you wake up in a few minutes," chimed in who he knew was his "future" daughter.
That's when he snapped back into reality. He lunged forward and opened his eyes, turning to look at the scared children beside him. "Uncle Sev?" he asked.
Australis nodded. "He came by and gave you the potion. He says that we need to go to Dumbly's office and meet with him. He also sent someone to come with us," she replied.
"What?"
A tall and lanky figure stepped our from the shadows, his hair messy and his eyes tired with weariness. "Isn't my niece just a peach, Malfoy?"
End Of Chapter Three
