Discalimer: Not mine. Never was, never will be.

Revelations

Strength is no more than how well you hide your pain.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger a.k.a the golden trio, were sneaking around the school yet again after curfew. It was more of a tradition than anything else. They really were just going to the kitchens to grab a midnight snack. They didn't plan to get in trouble. Or in this case stumble upon it. They never did, it always just happened. On their way back they saw Filch so they took a different route than usual. Luckily they had the invisibility cloak with them because the mysterious exchange student and the man who barged into the Great Hall that morning were both coming their way from different directions and they were smack dead in the middle. They hastily put on the cloak and huddled together pratically making themselves part of the wall. It seemed at first that neither of them knew the other was coming from the opposite direction. They then realized that they were meeting each other. And it so happened to be right in front of the hidden trio.

"Guinevra." The mysterious man said with some warmth in his voice, well more warmth than he gave Dumbledore in the Great Hall.

"Headmaster" The girl said while going into a slight bow. As it was late she was in her nightclothes. But they were like anything the trio have ever seen. She was wearing a white flowy nightdress. In the moonlight, when it hit her just right she looked like a goddess. A goddess of night. She looked ethereal if there was any word for it.

He picked her head up by lifting her chin. She responded by standing up straight. The man took a look, a good look at his former student. He drank her all in, every last part of her. She had only been there a week and anyone can tell with only one glance how much stress she was under. She had deep purple marks under her eyes, she was not getting enough sleep. Yet she still looked just as beautiful as ever. What has this place done to her? What have I done to her? He thought to himself.

"Child, I am no longer your headmaster anymore, no need for the title." The man said even though he was deeply honored that she still referred to him in that sense.

"Yes there is need for one. You are my headmaster, not that fool Dumbledore. What has he done for me except cause me misery, grief and pain? But you, what have you not done for me? Your kindness and patience. You took me in when I was in need. You made a special exceotion for me and brought me up. Taught me. I would not be the person I am right now if it was not for you."

The girl, no woman in front of him just paid him the highest compliment he could ever hope for.

"You give me too much praise." The man said.

"I do not give you enough."

Harry could tell by looking at her so called Headmaster that he was deeply delighted by what this wonder of a woman said. Dumbledore got the same look on his face when Harry said something like this to him. The knowing that after all the hard work, you finally pulled through and did so much better than they had ever hoped for from you.

"How have you been Guinevere?"

At this Hermione noticed he had used the legendary king Arthur's wife's name. She put it as a mental note and decided to ponder it later. For now she did not want to miss the rest of their conversation. It was interesting to watch them. It was in a way how Dumbledore and Harry acted when together. Except not the same at all. She couldn't put her finger on it. Yes! They seemed more relaxed with each other, less formal.

"I'm coping. It is not easy such a transition like this one." She sighed. "This place has evoked so many emotions in me. I do not cope well with emotions let alone so many at one time. This place, it is slowly yet surly driving me insane. The pain, it's more than I can bare. And after all, I have only been here for one week. What do you think a year will do to me?"

She positioned herself on the wall to be more comfortable, yet still had all her attention on the man who in the last 5 years had come to regard upon as a mentor/grandfather.

"Do you miss it? He asked bracing himself for the answer may it be good or bad, he was not sure. But he would accept it. Because that was his job.

"How can you ask such a thing? I hate it here. I miss my friends and my family. I miss my life, I would do anything for them all back. How could you do this to me? After everything. You promised me, you promised me Meier. You guaranteed that I would never have to come back here. And look at me. " The statement was not made for the trio but they did look at her. A good long piercing look. They all thought that there was something about her. Something alluring yet dangerous. Something about her Aura.

She had to take a breath before she continued. In her short pause she realized that tears were flowing down her cheeks not a lot but enough to get her angrier.

"Look at me. I'm crying. When have you known to see me cry? I promised, no I swore I would not cry ever again after that disastrous day. And until now I have not broken that promise. But look at me. And not only that, but I'm crying over the same thing as that damnable day 5 years ago. Hogwarts." At this she slumped down and just stayed there. Not moving. Not anything. They could only tell she was alive was by the slight rise and falling of her body.

Meier watched her, his eyes never straying from her slumped form. He did this. The statement flew through his head. He did this to her. And he couldn't take it back. No matter how much he wanted to.

"Guinevra please. Do not make feel even more guilty than I am already feeling. I want you here just as much as you do. I understand about your friends and your life but family? I though they resided.." Before he could finish his sentence she cut him off.

"DO NOT speak of them." She said in a fierce tone yet still not moving from her position. The trio could have all sworn that her eyes had turned pure black for an instant.

"My family is Adrian and Lorelei, no one else. As far as I'm concerned the rest do not exist. How dare you bring them up now, here of all places. Must you torture me more? Is this not enough for a day?" She was crying. It came freely now. The tears were streaming down her face like the aftermath of a heavy rain.

"GUINEVERE control yourself. This is not you, do not let this school change the way you are. For me to see this is acceptable. But others? This is not how others should see you. At your weakest. What would they think? You shall remember that you are part of The House Of Damian."

"Not anymore." She mumbled.

"Ah yes that is right you are now a Slytherin. At least there is some justice in this world. I would not have put you in any other house. Though it still does not qualify in the ranks of Damian. None the less I am still proud of you."

"For what? Sticking to something I had no choice in? Or leaving the ones I love behind for these….people?"

The way she said the word people send a shiver up Harry, Ron and Hermione's backs.

"Do not be ridiculous. I am proud of you for accepting this for the moment. You did not leave the ones you love behind, you were simply taken away from them. There is a difference between the two Guinevere. Be sure to remember that."

He said that name again. Hermione thought. It might give me some sort of clue of who she is. I guess I'm in the library tommorow.

Meier looked at his wrist watch. It was far later than he wanted to leave. But for this woman all the time in the world did not matter. He would have stayed for an eternity if that was what she needed.

"Guinevra this is where I bid you farewell. You can survive this I have faith in you. I believe in you. Do not forget what you have learnt. It may be useful. I will be in touch with you shortly." With that he made his way back from where he had come from. But first he had helped her up. He did not want to go but this was for the best. Any longer and he would crumbled. He would have taken her out of the place and bring her back to her home. Her rightful Home; Durmstrang.

She straightened her robes and dusted off the imaginary dust off of them. "Wait, promise me one thing. If I have to stay here, because I know there is no way either of you will let me go back, try to find a way that I can see Adrian and Lorelei. Promise me, you'll find a way. Each day gone is another day lost. Do this for me and I would be eternally grateful."

He did not turn around but he had stopped. "I will do this for you, do not worry. But remember, everything is not as it always seems. Take a second look and it might be a complete opposite from the first one you gave it." And with that he was gone.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at each other with the mirrored image on their face; confusion. But apparently Guinevra or whatever she was called, understood completely.

All three of them had a lot to digest. They made their way back to their common room. Each of them thinking of a certain part of the conversation they had just witnessed. Hermione contemplating if there was indeed any connection from this mysterious woman to king Arthur's wife Guinevere. Ron wondering about her family. Who were they? And where were they? Harry, well Harry was wondering about 'Adrian' and 'Lorelei.' How are they in relation to this "Guinevra?"

They all reached the common room. The boys going their separate ways from Hermione. They all went straight to bed. That night they all had a dreamless sleep.

Damian means Evil. In my story it is one of the four houses that graces Durmstrang. They are in a way like the Hogwarts houses. Except in this case Damian is far more evil, cruel whatever you the readers wish to call it, than Slytherin.

A/N I am really trying to make these longer and more, intresting. I hope my efforts have not gone in vain.

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