Stories and Secrets
'What!' His jaw dropped, 'No way, she can't be Dumbledore's niece.' He was sure of it.
She stopped touching the tomb and looked at him, "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked.
Harry had so many questions, but he didn't know what to ask first, the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "How? Dumbledore's brother didn't have any kids."
"I know," she looked at the ground, "I mean I heard," she looked back at him; "I was his sister's daughter."
Now he was just confused even more. "Dumbledore didn't have a sister."
"Of course he did," she sounded a little angry.
"Well, no one's ever mentioned her," he said trying to catch her in the lie.
"Just because no one has mentioned her doesn't mean she never existed;" she scowled at him, "besides she's dead now so why would they talk about her?"
"How'd she die?" he asked skeptical.
"Voldemort killed her," she gently said, unnecessarily fixing the hem of her dress.
"How?" "Avada Kadavera curse."
"When?" She scrunched up her nose thinking, "hmm… just about 19 years, I believe."
"Why?"
"Now that Harry… is another story for another time," she said forcing a smile.
"That's not really proving anything," he said starting to pace.
"Well I don't really need to prove anything to you," she said raising an eyebrow, "Is there something else you want to know about?"
"You're avoiding the subject," he angrily spat.
"I'm not avoiding it, I'm changing it," she furrowed her brows.
"Why are you changing it if you're telling the truth?"
"Because I can!" she snapped, "and I'm starting to get real bored of this conversation so if there was something else you wanted to know, I'd ask fast."
"ok, if you were Dumbledore's niece how come you're a princess? Dumbledore's not royalty." There he had her now!
"That's right he's not," she glared at him, "still can't let it go can you?"
"Just answer the question!"
"Well then, if you must know, during the war after my parents died I saved the king and he took me in as his heir," She rudely smirked at him, "when he died I was named ruler and that is how I'm a princess. Satisfied?"
He shook his head.
'She really was a good liar, how was he supposed to trust anything she said? How could he trust what she said back in the headmaster's office? She could be working for Voldemort!'
He looked her over trying to see if there was anything in her posture that would give her away, but there was nothing, the only thing he noticed was her beauty.
"What war? And what king?" in all honesty he was quite confused.
"Did you not listen to a single word that was said in that office?" she bellowed, "you sure are thick!"
"Remind me," he said with a smug face.
Late next morning Harry woke up with the sun shining on his face and birds singing in the forbidden forest out his windows. He didn't understand how the world could be so happy and cheerful, when he felt so sad and miserable. How could the world keep going. And wouldn't someone tell those damn birds to shut the hell up!
He rolled onto his back and even though he didn't nessicarily want to, he opened his eyes nevertheless and stared at the dark crimson fabric on his four poster bed.
He heard the door creak open but didn't bother looking. There were whispered voices and footsteps.
"Uh...Harry?"
Harry looked over at his red headed friend standing beside his bed, looking miserable and uncertain. He continued his gaze and saw Hermione standing at the end of his bed, concern written all over her face.
"It's noon mate, we just came to check on you," Ron quietly said glancing at Hermione.
"Are you alright Harry? she gently inquired.
He looked at her, forced a smile and managed a decent "ya."
"Where were you last night?" Ron asked sitting on his bed beside Harry's, "mom's been asking about you."
Hermione sat beside Ron and added, "Ginny was worried."
Harry sat up and looked at his friends.
"I was with Vada."
"Vada? You mean you were with the princess of Aruba all night ... alone?" Hermione questioned, sounding putout that she hadn't been there.
He nodded as he reached for his glasses and slid them on.
"Well?" she asked
"What?" he returned, confused.
"Well, what happened?"
"We talked."
"About what?"
"Things."
"Come on mate, we need details," Ron joined in.
"Uh, she told me about Aruba," he started, pulling on his shoes, "and how she became a princess," he stopped. Looked at his friends sitting there looking eagerly at him.
"She said she's Dumbledore's niece."
"What!" Ron and Hermione blurted out together.
He just stared at them.
"What do you mean Dumbledore's niece?" Hermione asked, standing up, "how is that possible?"
So Harry recounted the previous night conversation for his friends, who were starting to look as confused as he felt.
Sorry for taking so long to update. I just wasn't feelin it, if ya know what I mean? Well this chap kinda sucks, and things might be kinda confusing but thats the way it's suppose to be. The first chapters are kinda to explain a few things then the exiting stuff will start happening.