A/N: I hate you guys for not reviewing…anyway…it's about to get interesting so keep reading…

Chapter 5: Discoveries

Lindy slowly turned around to look at an older man with thinning dark hair, deep wrinkles, and a long black cape.

"I assure you, Severus, I have no intention of harming this sweet young lady," the dark haired woman sneered.

"Lindy!" Mr. Potter's voice called from near the back door of the pub, "What's…" he paused when he saw the fierce looking and the cunning woman standing near the girl.

"Lost something, Potter?" the man asked coolly.

"Yes," he answered nervously, "Thank-you, professor."

The man nodded. The woman glared at Mr. Potter but he just turned around and began heading out of the pub. Lindy followed.

"I hope we have the pleasure of meeting again," Lindy heard the woman hiss behind her. This time she didn't look back.

"Did you know those people?" Lindy asked as they walked out the back door. Her eyes widened when she saw the crowds of people, most in cloaks, and all the strange shops selling strange stuff. It was her fantasy land, and if Lindy wasn't so anxious and dismayed she would have jumped for joy.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Mr. Potter said, "The only place in Britain to get all your school supplies. And yes, I do know them. Or, I know the man. I haven't seen the woman in almost 21 years."

"Who are they?" she asked.

Mr. Potter sighed, "Come, lets get a drink. I think it's time I tell you about your parents."

Lindy nodded and followed him past "Quality Quiddtich Supplies" "Magical Menagerie" and "Kingstein's Ingredients for Spellbinding Spells" into a shop called "Swetenheighmen's Sweets" which appeared to be a candy store.

"Can I interest the two of you in anything sweet?" the fat lady behind the counter asked.

"I believe we're here for drinks," Lindy answered in hope of getting them as soon as possible so Mr. Potter could tell her about her parents.

"Oh, good," she said, "Our new addition, out flavours are listed up there." She pointed to the sign hanging behind her. The list included: "Raspberry Radical", "Orange Oddment", and "Cheesecake Colossal. Lindy thought "Chocolate Chaos" sounded the best.

"Good choice," the woman answered, sending a cup over to the dispenser with her wand that automatically (and quickly) began pouring out the drink. Then it immediately flew back. Lindy was pleased, the sooner we get drinks the sooner we can discuss my parents, she thought.

"There you are," the woman said smiling with her rotted teeth handing the drink to Lindy, "Anything for you…HARRY POTTER!" she began jumping up and down and screaming. Lindy raised her eyebrows.

"Oh no…that's…" he started.

"It's an honour to meet you! I'm Gloria Mintz."

"Well Ms. Mintz I really wish we could continue talking but I have some duties to fulfil," Mr. Potter answered.

"Oh, okay," she said still smiling. Lindy was beginning to think that maybe Mr. Potter was famous, or people just really appreciates what he does for a living.

"We'll take this table in the back," he whispered.

Lindy followed him to a table in the far back-left corner and sat down. The man looked at her straight in the eye. This is when Lindy realized he had a thin scar on his forehead in a zigzagged shape like a lightning bolt that his dark hair was covering up.

"My father was a bad person, wasn't he? That's why you don't want me to know about him," Lindy said quietly.

Mr. Potter sighed, "I can't lie to you Lindy," he said, "I know what you're going through, I was orphaned as well."

"I bet your father wasn't a Death-Hater." Lindy whispered rather harshly and slided back into her chair, arms crossed against her small chest.

"Death-Eater," he corrected, "And no, but I assure you, Lindy, it wasn't supposed to happen this way. No one was supposed to know you were his daughter for your protection, which is why you were adopted into a Muggle family. However, somehow the word got out around four years after you were born and we never figured out exactly how."

"So, why was it supposed to be a secret? What exactly is a Death-Eater?" Lindy asked.

Mr. Potter sighed again, "Lindy, part of being a witch is understanding that like in the Muggle world there are good people as well as wicked people. And about forty-five years ago a very wicked person became very powerful. His name was Lord Voldemort, or as most people called him You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named for people could not even speak of him because of the dark powers he held. He killed many, many people, including my parents."

Lindy could see the sadness in his emerald eyes. It was that moment when she realized he really did know how she felt, "I'm sorry," was all she could say.

"It's alright," he replied, "I was a baby, just as you were. Anyway, Voldemort, being the terrible person he was tried to kill me as well. However, I survived and the curse left me only with this scar." He lifted up the mop-like hair from his forehead. Lindy grinded her teeth at the sight of a terrible mark at the top of the zigzag that had been hiding under his hair. To her it looked as if something had crawled out of his head.

"What does all this have to do with my dad?" Lindy asked through clenched jaws.

"Well," he said letting go of his hair, "When I started school Lord Voldemort came back into power after living in hiding for ten years. He was nearly destroyed but once he found me he slowly began getting stronger."

"Why you?" Lindy wondered.

"Complicated," he answered, "But in short, I was believed to be the only one able to defeat him."

"Did you?" Lindy asked, remembering that was his job.

Mr. Potter grinned slightly, "Ultimately, yes. But before I did Voldemort was organizing his army of followers. They were called Death-Eaters."

Lindy's mouth fell open, "So my father worked for the man that tried to kill you?"

"He was filling in for you grandfather actually," Mr. Potter said, "Whom was captured within weeks after escaping from prison, then Draco, your father, took over."

"Then he was killed," Lindy guessed.

"Not exactly," Mr. Potter answered, "After Voldemort was defeated all the Death Eaters were either killed or captured…except for Draco Malfoy…he disappeared."

"Disappeared?" she hissed sitting back up.

"Yes, then almost ten years later he showed up again, with you in his arms."

Lindy had to bite her lip to keep from crying, "S-s-so, then what?"

"We took you in," he said gently, "Your father had clearly gone mad. We were going to bring him to jail and knock him out until he calmed down but before we could he…well…"

"Whatever it is, I can handle it," Lindy replied bravely.

"He killed himself."

Lindy was silent. She didn't really feel much sorrow for her father he was a wicked man and death was probably his fate. But it was then when she realized that the reason why this was all supposed to be kept secret was because evil was believed to be her fate as well.

The young witch just started at the white marbled table. She couldn't believe that after all these years of lies she ends up being related to an evil, suicidal, wizard that worked for a killer. She had hoped only a few weeks ago that something unexpected would happen in her life. When she found out she was a witch and that she was adopted she had hoped maybe her new life would bring her adventure and new discoveries. Right now it seemed it was only giving her a death sentence, like father like daughter.

Then Lindy remembered something, "What about my mother?"

Mr. Potter's expression was empty and sorrowful, much like a doctor breaking the news to a woman that her husband had died. However, Lindy figured that whoever her mother was she couldn't have been any worse than her father (could she…).

"Lindy, this will be hard for you to hear," the wizard trembled in a voice almost like he was telling a scary story, "We…well…we never found your mother, we don't know who she was, for all we know she could still be alive."

Lindy was no longer at a loss for words, "Didn't you ask him! What about DNA tests! Did check everywhere!"

Before Mr. Potter could answer the woman at the counter who was apparently listening spoke up, "I thought that was you!" she cried pointing at Lindy from the back of the nearly empty room, "I knew you had a daughter that age but I said to myself, Gloria that girl can't be related to him she's too blonde. And then I said to myself…"

Mr. Potter ignored the fat woman and answered Lindy, "We tried to get the ministry on the case but by that time you were already adopted in to a Muggle family. The court said you were safe and bringing the case out into the open would cause a stir…too much on a toddler. The search barely lasted two years but we did try."

"How about now?" she asked, "Everyone knows now. I'm exposed to the magic world. Can you continue the search now?"

Mr. Potter simply said, "Don't worry. You won't be kept in the dark forever."

Lindy was silent once more. She took a sip of her drink that turned out to taste just as good as it had sounded. Lindy had always resorted to chocolate as an anti-depressant and now chocolate was without a doubt just what she needed.

For the remainder of their time at the candy store Lindy drank her chocolate drink in silence.

"Finished?" Mr. Potter asked.

Lindy nodded. The man smiled, "Let's go and do what we came to do."

Lindy nodded again. Mr. Potter stood up, "But first we need to get you some money."

Lindy threw out her drink and followed Mr. Potter out to the busy city. They walked down the street towards a large building that said, "Gringotts Bank". Lindy wanted to take her mind off her father, "So, Mr. Potter," she said quietly, "You have kids?"

"Yep," he answered, "Four actually. My oldest daughter is your age. You'll meet them on the first day of school. My wife will have to show you where to go. I have to work that day."

Lindy hoped they were as nice as Mr. Potter. For some reason she felt like he was the only person she could trust right now. After all, her parents did lie to her for eleven years.

The two of them walked into the large bank. Lindy was surprised to see a bunch of little creatures walking around with sour grins and showing their small pointed teeth. There weren't more than two or three normal humans in sight.

"Are those goblins?" Lindy asked, remembering reading about the small angry creatures in a book once.

"Yes," Mr. Potter answered, "Highly intelligent creatures but incredibly harsh."

Mr. Potter led her up to the front desk, "Can I help you," the goblin at the counter hissed.

"Yes," he answered, "Can you show me to vault 224?" The goblin motioned to another one sitting in a small chair next to the counter.

"Tight this way," he said carrying a giant amount of keys Lindy and Mr. Potter followed him around the back of the bank. There was a small black cart on train tracks. All around were matching vaults labelled starting with 1.

The goblin motioned them to get in the cart which had four seats. The goblin sat in front and as soon as he was seated the cart began to move on its own, FAST.

"This isn't an ordinary bank is it?" she asked.

"Nothing is simply ordinary in the wizarding world," Mr. Potter answered. His friendly green eyes glistened in the dim light.

After finally stopping in from of 224 Lindy stepped out of the cart and watched the goblin open the vault with one of the many keys. Lindy thought she was going to faint at the site of what she saw. There right before her eyes were piles and piles of pure gold coins, it would be impossible to count all the piles let alone the single pieces.

"Was my father rich?" Lindy asked gasping for breathe.

"His whole family was," Mr. Potter answered smiling, "And that's 21,000 galleons but you can't inherit all of it until your seventeenth birthday."

"Exactly how much is a galleon?" Lindy asked figuring that was the wizarding unit of money.

"About five pounds I believe," he answered.

The goblin pulled a big black bag out of one of his small shirt pockets and began collecting the money then handed it too Mr. Potter.

"This should be enough to get you through the school year," he said.

Lindy smiled for the first time that day.

"I think we should probably get your textbooks first," Mr. Potter said after they left Gringotts, "Since Flourish and Blotts in just up the road."

Lindy nodded, cradling her cash in her hand. "We should probably also get you something to keep that money in so it doesn't get lost."

"Do Flourish and Blotts just sell textbooks or every book?" Lindy asked, she just remembered she hadn't been to a library or bookstore in two weeks.

"Every book you can imagine," he answered, "Do you like to read?"

"I love to read," she said smiling for the second time.

"Then you'll love to meet a friend of mine," he said.

Flourish and Blotts was a grand store, just a block or two from Gringotts. Lindy sped ahead of Mr. Potter eager to see what the inside of a magical bookstore looked like. Sure enough the inside was just as grand as the outside. There were many many piles of books, some almost to the ceiling. There was also a balcony with smaller stacks up top. Lindy wondered how they could ever get one with out it all tumbling down. A very busy stack near the window was labelled, "School Textbooks" people were practically pushing one another down just to grab the books.

"We'll get the books later…" Mr. Potter said after taking one look at the chaos near the window, "First let's say hello to Hermione."

Lindy guessed that was the friend he wanted her to meet. Mr. Potter led her up to the front desk. There was a very long line and the man at the counter looked like her was ready to scream. Then Lindy noticed a person in an orange-red cloak with bushy brown hair rummaging through the drawers behind the counter. "Hermione!" Mr. Potter called.

The person got up and turned around. Now Lindy could see it was a woman, about Mr. Potter's age (thirty-six or so) with very curtly brown hair and friendly brown eyes. She smiled with extremely straight, white teeth. "Harry!" she exclaimed, quickly she came around the counter and threw her arms around him.

At first Lindy wondered if she was his wife then he said, "I saw you last week Hermione."

"I know," she replied letting go of her waist, "But I have wonderful news, Ron got promoted."

"Oh, that's great," Mr. Potter saw grinning, "I guess that means more money."

"You've got it," she said, "We haven't told the kids yet but I'm sure they'll be thrilled."

"Mr. Potter nodded, "Oh, this is Lindy, remember me telling you about her?"

"How could I ever forget?" she answered, "I've been doing a lot of research on the whole case, so far not much luck, but anyway…" She turned to Lindy and outstretched her hand, "Sorry," she said after Lindy shock, "I'm Hermione Weasley, Harry's my brother-in-law and my best friend in the whole world."

Lindy frowned slightly, she never had a best friend in the whole world, or really any good friend at all.

"It's a very long story," Mr. Potter said, "But Mrs. Weasley's a book worm, she loves to read like you do."

Mrs. Weasley beamed, "That's great to know. I worked here right after I finished school then I started up again after my kids got older. But my real dream is to own my own bookstore."

Lindy smiled at her, she's always wanted that too.

"I was thinking, Hermione," Mr. Potter said, "You can show Lindy around the bookstore and I can gather her school books."

"Good idea," she answered, "I suppose I could get away with slipping out for a little while. First you should come meet my daughter, Eliza, if I can find her. This morning she was near the creatures section but she may have moved."

Lindy followed Mrs. Weasley through the stacks of books. She had to restrain herself from stopping to looking at a few of them, "I see her," Mrs. Weasley said looking behind one of the stacks. "Lindy saw her too. Eliza Weasley was a very tall, very skinny, and very pale girl. She had really bushy red hair and her freckled face was stuck in a book even thicker than one Lindy had ever read. Eliza was cramped in between, "Magical Historical Fiction" stacks A-G and H-N. Lindy, whom was thin herself, fathomed whether or not she could even fit into such tight of a space.

"I always find her in such unusual places," Mrs. Weasley informed Lindy, "What are you reading now, dear? Did you finish Morbid Maladies?"

Eliza nodded, "Three hours ago, now I'm reading The Carrier, again, I'm one page 321," she said all of this without even looking up.

"Eliza, this is Lindy, remember me telling you about her?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Yes," she said, still not making eye contact.

"She loves to read as well," her mother said, "Maybe sometime you could show her all your favourites."

"Mm…maybe," Eliza didn't even look at Lindy. She's not nearly as nice as her mother, Lindy concluded.

Mrs. Weasley turned around, "We should leave her now," she said, "Don't worry, she just likes to be independent, one day she's going to marry one of those books. I should know I was just like her at that age." Lindy doubted Mrs. Weasley was even that rude. Although, Cindy knew that she herself was guilty of ignoring people when she was trapped in a good book, but she would never turn down the opportunity of meeting someone who shares her interests.

"Eliza's ten," Mrs. Weasley informed Lindy, "She'll be attending Hogwarts next year." Lindy was actually somewhat disappointed at hearing that. It seemed as if she and Eliza had a lot in common even if she was rude.

"So, Mrs. Weasley said changing the subject, "What types of books do you like to read?"

"Usually fantasy," she answered, "But here I guess realistic fiction."

The curly haired woman laughed, "You may be interested in those piles over there," she pointed to the back left corner of the room where two even stacks of books laid, "Those are my absolute, all time favourites, and Eliza's too, every genre you can imagine."

Lindy made her way to the stacks, "Do I just grab one?" she asked.

"Try and see," Mrs. Weasley said mysteriously.

Lindy grabbed a thick one with a castle on the side. Almost after it was out of the book case the exact same one appeared in the stack. "Wow," she said in awe.

"It didn't always replace it," Mrs. Weasley said, "That was my special edition."

Lindy spent the remainder of her time at those piles. She found herself looking mostly at the thicker ones with stories although she did manage to grab a few reference books on spells and other real life magical aspects. An extremely thick one on the very top of the pile caught her eye. She climbed up the steps next to the stacks and grabbed it. It hurt her hands just to pick it up and carry it down.

"Oh no," she heard a voice below her say. She looked down to see Mr. Potter laughing, "Not that book."

"What's wrong with it?" she asked. Lindy looked at the cover it said, Hogwarts: A History. She didn't see the problem.

"Absolutely nothing," he answered, "It's just, Hermione tried to get Ron and me to read it for years, it was her favourite book, she was always looking at it. We never read it because we could always ask her. She had it memorized…probably still does…"

"Ron, her husband?" Lindy asked.

"Yah…or now…" he said smiling, "We were the best of friends in school." Lindy figured she would be lucky enough to ever have one best friend, let alone two.

"Well I have all your books, let me give you a hand with those and we'll get out of here." Lindy, of course, didn't want to leave but she obeyed and paid for her huge pile of reading material.

A/N: I know that's a weird way to end it…but I didn't want the chapter to drag out. I'll be updating more now that school's almost out!