N/A: This is dedicated to Sophia! My new baby cousin! She was born at three AM this morning making her number child number 6 in this mad house!
Disclaimer: I don't own this, but Sophie does. (Especially since she was born like six hours ago)
"My mother?" asked Addy, hesitantly.
Who was this man and how did he know her mother?
"You knew my mother?"
"Sure I did, I killed her after all," he said this statement as though he was referring to swatting a fly, not cutting short the life of a fellow human being.
It took a moment for the words to sink into Addy. Before she had a chance to react however, the door fell open. Standing, framed in the doorway was a wizard with a long white beard and crystal blue eyes. His face was contorted into an expression of such hatred that it took both Addy and Sirius a moment to recognize him as Albus Dumbledor, their kind, and caring and thoughtful headmaster.
The hunched man grinned at him sardonically.
"Dumbledor, good to see you away from that school. It must be a grand place for you to keep yourself locked up their all the time. Not that I would know, it's not like I've been their before."
"Greyback," said Dumbledor calmly, though his nostrils flared in anger, "Unhand those two children now."
"You know what, I don't think I will," he said brandishing his wand.
"Don't make a stupid mistake," said Dumbledor, still not lifting his wand.
"That's what you want me to think, naturally! You want me to feel stupid, I may not have a degree but I was schooled by the best! The Dark Lord is superior to you!" he roared, enraged.
With a single swish of Dumbledor's wand, the man had been pined to the floor.
Suddenly, another figure was seen in the doorway. He was the man Addy had seen in Gringotts, the man who had tortured her until she blacked out. He was her enemy.
"Dumbledor," the man sneered.
Dumbledor turned to look at him. A look of shcokon his face. Dumbledor obviously did not know who it was.
"Don't you ecognize me old ma. I was a pupil of yours. Now I see you're here on the matter of the children. I would have just killed them if it had just een me, but for some odd reason, I was feeling generous and let Fernir take themn. I now see my mistake, I won't make it again. Be warned, should any of your students b, oh I don'tknow spyign on us, they will pay," the man said, and with that he apparated.
The hunhed man stood in the corner, fogotten by all except Addy, who had nottaken in a word of Voldemort's serum.
"Here you go,"whispered Dumbledor, the light twinkle restored to his eyes as he untied Sirius and Addy with a flick of his wand. Sirius massaged his wrsts from the tight cords. But Addy made a bee line for the hunchedman.
"You! You killed them!" she screamed, runnign towards the man as fast as her scrawny legs would take her.
"You bastard you can go to hell you asshole you killed my mother! Hw could you! why the bloody hell did you do it!"
She launched erself at hisface and gripped on tight to the ack of his skull as if attempting to squeeze the life out of him. As though by giving him phisical pain, she could earse the twelve years of bad dreams, nightmares and longings. As though she could earse the misery of the past by earsing him from the present. She pulled out a large chunk of his hair in her tiny fists.
Arms wrapped around her. She felt herself beg pulled off of the man. She fought with everythign she ad. To hold onto the man and to give him as much pain as she had felt for all those twelv years. If only he knew what it felt like.
"You fucking asshole! I hate you Bastard!"
She tried to break free of Dumbledor's grasp, never breaking eye contanct wth the hunched man. Suddenly, before her very ees, the thing she seeked so much to destroy, vanished.
Addy screamed on the top of her lungs it was a blood curling scream and Dumbledor with the help fo Sirius pushed her from the room.
Dumbledor led the children to a parking lot outside where they had been held captive. Outside It looked like no more than a muggel drug store with a sign "Closed for the Holidays" on it.
Sirius sat in the back of the truck next to James and Remus who were mutterign amoungst themselves, white faced. However, as soon as Addy put her knee up to join them, Dumbledor stopped her.
"Why don't you sit up front with me," he said kindly, but Addy had a feelign this was more of an order than a suggestion.
Addy shrugged her shoukders in a vain effort to look nonchalant.
Nonchalant. She told herself. This doesn't mean anything to me. I'm above it all. So what if he killed her, its not like it makes any difference. I never even met the lady. I never met her compliments of that Bastard. She heard a little voice say in the back of her mind.
She sat down in the truck and stuck her head out the window like a dog does on a hot day. She was determinded not to look at Dumbledor. She knew it was unreasonable for her to be mad at him, but right now she needed someone to be mad at and the old bearded wizard was an easy target.
But she had another feelign that another even smaller voice was saying.
I'm ashamed.
She was ashamed of herself. Ashamed for lashing put, ashamed that she had let her temper control her. She was supposed to be above it all. She was supposed to be better. Nonchalant.
"Do you want to talk?" asked Dumbledor.
"No," she answered simply.
"I find that talking relieves stress," he continued as thoguh he had not heard her answer.
"Not for me."
"Well, maybe you'll find it different if you try it, now tell me about yourself," he smiled calmly at er, eyes not on the road. Addy silently wondered when the old geezer got his driver's license but kept this question silent.
"Alright, I'm Addison Mae, I'm in Gryffindor, and I'm a first year."
"I know."
"Then why'd you ask?"
"I was just hoping maybe you'd open up," he said truthfully.
Open up? Addy thoguht to herself, Dumbledor, who people said could read anyone saw her as a closed book. No. She said forcefully. He doesn't need to know. He doesn't want to know. He just wants to stop that Tom kid, to prove he's the best wizard. I'm not going to talk to that fraud. She exhaled deeply. Nonchalant.
"I'm not hiding anything," she answered simply, "I'm an orpahn. I don't know anythign about my past, enough said."
"What did the man say to you? Before I came in?"
"Why would I tell you? Besides, I've never met him before in ymlife, I don't even know hios name."
"I can tell you, if you tell me waht he said."
"I'll think about it."
"That man was Fernir Greyback. He is a werewolf, I believe you know what a werewolf is?"
"Werewolves are half man and half wolf creatures. Although they spend most of their lives as perfectly functional beings that can reason and work in a social situation. However, during the time of the full moon werewolves loose all control of their actions and ability to reason. Often a were-wolf is not aware of it's surrounding at all. A werewolf will attack its best friends. Becoming a werewolf is not affected through heredity. Becoming a werewolf is passed on through a werewolves bite. Although they are poisonous and can often lead to infection, a werewolf's claws will not transform someone into a werewolf. Werewolves cannot pass down to animals or humans in the animagus state," she recited from the book she had read inside Hagrid's hut.
"Good. Well, you've just about said it. Before I was headmaster, they didn't except werewolfs as students."
"But now you do," she said
"Yes."
"There's one at school now."
"How do you know that?" he asked worried.
"I saw it," she answered and the subjecct was dropped.
"Well, Greyback believes that joining forces with Voldemort will help the werewolves gain status in the wizardign comminity. He hates wizards. Now I believe that our goal said it's tie for you to talk to me," he said as they turned into a gas station.
"Correction, I said I'd think about it," with that she jumped out of the car without turning back.
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