All of the order and, for today, even the children were seated at the long table in the kitchen of No. 12 Grimmauld place. Harry was anxious to what Dumbledore had to say; he was rarely seen these days.
"I have found the granddaughter of Voldemort, Alex" he said.
Everyone burst into whispers and objection. It was just so unexpected.
"Who would want to marry him?" said Ron.
"WHAT?! VOLDEMORT HAS A CHILD? HE DOESN'T DESERVE A FAMILY. I'LL BET A THOUSAND GALLEONS SHE'S EVIL. HE-"
"Harry one should never judge someone like that. Besides, she has never met him. I doubt Voldemort knows about her." Dumbledore cut him. He had been expecting that.
"Then why hasn't she been brought to Hogwarts?" Harry couldn't believe it. Dumbledore was standing up for her.
"I am not sure why the ministry was not able to detect her magic. "
'It's because she's a death eater.' Harry reasoned.
'No harry. Now, we don't have much time. I want you, Ron and Hermione to come with me.'
Alex's POV
I knocked at the door of Mrs. Bole's office. 'enter' she answered. I opened the door and saw four people in eccentric clothing waiting for me. Three of them looked about my age- a scrawny boy with messy black hair and emerald green eyes, a redhead with a long nose and lots of freckles and a girl with bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth. All glaring at me except an ancient looking man with a crooked nose and long silver hair and beard.
I was pretty sure they were some sort of monstrous creature hiding under disguise.
'They wanted to have a private word with you, dear.' Saying that Mrs. Bole exited the room.
'Hello Alex, I am professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. I- 'Said the old man.
'No need for stories, I know who you are. So, do come out of your disguise.' I was, in fact, pretty scared but I think I hid it well.
And then, in a flash of pale and black, Mr. Glasses was on top of me, glowering. That was weird; they always waited until they were sure. Were they even more dangerous? Why weren't they changing their form? What was the weird stick pointing straight on my throat? A wand? Maybe. But they usually had some sort of a scary weapon. All these thoughts revolved around my head for a fraction of a second when a burst of red light emerged from the stick/wand. I spread my hands as if to block the light. A warm feeling traveled down my hands and I fainted.
