Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Everything belongs to JK Rowling.
"What's the secret scroll?" Cindy asked, judging by her tone of voice and the looks on the other girls faces Lindy could assume that they had all read the note before giving it to her.
Lindy folded it up and put it in her robe pocket. "We don't know," she said.
"Are you okay?" Lily Jane asked as Lindy proceeded to the bathroom to get ready for bed as if nothing had happened.
"Yes!" she called irritably. Lindy dressed quickly, brushed her teeth carelessly, and fished the note out of her pocket and stuffed it in her trunk, not sure why she put it in her pocket in the first place.
Her mind was racing in all different directions. She kept telling herself that she shouldn't be afraid and that Rubella was just trying to scare her. Then again, maybe she had been ganging up on her all this time. Maybe she tried to get her over on her side and now that it wasn't working she wanted to get rid of her. She thought of Rubella's mother, Pansy. Was she getting Rubella involved?
But Lindy always thought some people hated her because they thought she was evil. Rubella and her mother were evil. Did they hate her because she was good, because she was disgracing her father? It didn't make any sense.
Lindy plopped down on her bed immediately after, without saying another word. But she still didn't sleep much that night. Her dreams haunted her with images of darkness, demons, and Rubella's disgusting, laughing face.
And yet, she forced herself out of bed the next morning, trying her best to push the memory of the note to the back of her mind.
Lily Jane would try to bring up the subject casually. "Maybe we should tell my dad now," she suggested a couple of days after the incident as they were sitting by the lake alone.
The sun was setting and reflecting beautiful colours on the water. Lindy was throwing pebbles and not looking at Lily Jane. "Why?" she asked, for the fifth time since the day after Halloween.
"You know why, Lindy!" Lily Jane cried. "My dad can help. You'll sleep better at night. What's the worst that could happen?"
"I could be sent out of school," Lindy said blankly as she tossed another pebble in the lake.
"Would you rather die?!" Lily Jane jumped up and walked around to Lindy so she could look her in the eyes.
"Who says I'm going to die?!" (The thought made Lindy's stomach do a flip.) "Everything's fine!" That was the truth. Their life in Hogwarts was much easier now that Rubella and her friends were gone. Ironically, even the weather was better.
"Rubella will be back you know!" Lily Jane shouted, as if she was reading Lindy's mind.
"Yah, but it's not about her. Nothing 'more powerful' is coming to attack me," Lindy said picking up another pebble.
"Well not yet!" Lindy stared straight into Lily Jane's bright emerald eyes which now had a very wrathful air about them. Lindy had never seen her this way. They had never fought before, and frankly Lindy didn't enjoy it.
"Look," Lily Jane said more calmly, loosening up her livid appearance. "I'm not trying to scare you or anything but I'm really worried. Why don't you just ask for help?"
Lindy didn't answer. The truth was she had no idea why she didn't want help. It has always been in her nature to be independent and stubborn. This drove her mother crazy.
"Okay," Lindy finally said. The two of them barely talked at all at dinner. They mostly just listened to the triplets talking about the upcoming Quidditch match. ("Ford really is brilliant, and Jamie's doing well too." "We're so going to kick Hufflepuff's butts.")
"I'll owl my dad the first thing tomorrow morning," Lily Jane finally said as she and Lindy were getting ready for bed that evening. Lindy just nodded and climbed under the covers.
Lily Jane was certainly not much of an early riser. The next morning Lindy was up before her (and the rest of the girls) the whole time just staring at Lily Jane's sleeping body, waiting for her to awaken.
After what seemed like forever, Lily Jane finally stirred and shot out of bed nearly tripping over some of Ophie's robes and hastily grabbing her dressing gown. Lindy followed her out of the dormitory to see the Gryffindor Quidditch team sitting in the common room watching the captain, Robbie Grey, going over plays.
A few of the players heard the girls and turned around to see them coming down the stairs. "What are you two doing here?" Jamie asked. Robbie had a very annoyed look on his face.
Lily Jane rubbed her eyes and said in a very tired, weak voice, "Can we borrow Remy?"
"Why?" Jamie asked sharply, "Who do you want to contact this early in the morning?"
"Dad," Lily Jane said in more of her usual voice.
"Don't even bother he's coming today," Jamie said still sounding irritated.
"Here," Lily Jane asked, "Why?"
"Um…my Quidditch game!" Jamie was now shouting and looking very embarrassed.
"Hey, I forget, don't bite my head off!" Lily Jane shot back.
Robbie struck the blackboard in front of him very hard with his pointing stick. "If you girls wouldn't mind leaving, we're trying to get something done here!" His face was very red as if they weren't the only thing bothering him. The players appeared to be scared to death of him at this point.
"Okay, fine, "Lily Jane said grabbing Lindy's arm and walking back up the narrow staircase. Back in the dormitory the other girls were now rising and asking them where they had been. ("Talking to my brother," Lily Jane answered.)
"You know this is even better," Lily Jane whispered to Lindy when no one was around to here, "Now we can talk to him directly." Lindy was actually thinking that would be even more awkward.
The students proceeded to breakfast about an hour later. When Lindy and Lily Jane reached the Great Hall the sound of an excessive amount of screeching girls echoed from inside. "What the…" Lindy began. Then she spotted Mr. Potter sitting at the Gryffindor table next to Jamie and being mobbed by ecstatic fans.
"Dad!" Lily Jane cried running up to her father as he stood up to embrace her. Lindy followed behind her in a fast paced walk. The people around them giggled even louder. Some were demanding autographs (Mr. Potter signed a few that weren't pushing or shouting) and others were asking questions eagerly ("What was it like to take down Voldemort?" "How does it feel to have him has a father?" "What's your favourite colour?") Lindy could see the students at the Slytherin table scowling. Professor Bones even took twenty points from their house when Rerith Zybrick uttered a nasty phrase.
As breakfast began the admirers started sitting down. Celina had to personally com over and force her cousin, Isadora, in her seat. Lindy could've sworn Isadora whispered the words "So hot," between gasps of breath. (Lindy suspected she wasn't imagining things judging by Lily Jane's disgusted expression.)
"How are you, Lindy?" Mr. Potter asked once they were all seated. "Do you like Hogwarts?"
"Yes," Lindy answered. Then she looked at Lily Jane for help. Lily Jane was shaking her head indicated now was not the right time to bring up Rubella's note.
During breakfast they discussed lessons, friends, and Jamie's Quidditch. Lindy was surprised to see Jamie smile and talk in a good tempered tone. He seemed to enjoy spending time with his father.
"Lily Jane, I heard you had quite the Halloween," Mr. Potter said with a sly grin.
"What…oh," Lily Jane blushed.
"Just remember, sweetheart, I have my resources. Don't think you can get away with any trouble."
Lily Jane looked ashamed. Lindy felt so too.
"Although, I have to admit, that Slippery Salve ordeal sounds quite funny," Mr. Potter winked and the two girls smiled at him.
When breakfast ended Lily Jane pulled her father aside. "Listen, Dad, can Lindy and I talk to you in private?"
Mr. Potter had a grave look on his face. "Maybe later, Lily Jane," he answered, "I'm going with your brother now, okay."
"But it's important!" Lily Jane protested.
"It can wait, trust me," and Mr. Potter walked off.
"You tried," Lindy said feeling slightly relieved.
"What if we can't talk again later?" Lily Jane asked sounding panicked.
"We will," Lindy said.
"Yah but not alone, we'll most likely have everyone around us."
Then something came over Lindy. "Hey, where's the library?"
"Fourth floor, why?" Lily Jane said.
"Maybe they have something on the scroll there," Lindy began walking in that direction.
"Yah, but it would be better if we could talk to someone directly."
"But this will give s a head start." All Lindy's life she had preferred finding things out on her own rather than just asking for help.
"I doubt we'll find anything," Lily Jane said quietly. Lindy ignored her.
Between school work and friends Lindy hadn't had as much time for reading as she normally did. The Hogwarts library was quite large with many rows of books (although not nearly as many a Flourish and Blotts). Lindy had to restrain herself from going through them. She headed straight to non-fiction. Lily Jane followed. "Where do we look?" she asked.
"Dunno," Lindy said walking towards the first random bookshelf she saw. (Completely ignoring that it said 'potions' on the side)
"Well we need…" Lily Jane didn't finish her sentence. Instead she tapped Lindy on the shoulder and pointed to the nearest table where Alan was sitting holding a rather book titled Modern British Magical Life and looking a bit ashamed.
"Oh, Alan," Lindy said, "Do you come here often?"
"Well, sort of," he answered. "I'm trying to learn more about wizards."
"You could just ask someone," Lily Jane said. Alan looked down at the table. Lindy felt better knowing she wasn't the only one who was afraid of 'just asking'.
"So, what are you two doing here?" Alan asked.
"Just studying," Lily Jane lied. Lindy started going through the books.
"On a Sunday?" Alan asked sceptically.
"Well, you know, for tomorrow," Lily Jane said.
"Listen, I know all about the note." Alan's voice was sounding a bit shaky; as if he was afraid they were going to attack him. "Hemal read it to everybody."
"Who's everybody?" Lily Jane asked fiercely. Lindy was still searching. She wasn't exactly surprised.
"J…just the first year Gryffindors," Alan stuttered.
"It's okay," Lindy said, "It doesn't matter."
"Bu…" Lily Jane crossed her arms.
"Hey, Alan," Lindy said and stopped going through the books to look at him, "Where do you think we could find something on the secret scroll?"
Lily Jane threw her arms up in the air as if to say "there, you blew it."
"Um…" Alan began, "I honestly have no idea."
"What about Draco Malfoy?" Lily Jane asked apparently now not caring that Alan knew.
"I believe I can help you there," said a stuck up sounding voice before Alan could answer. There, standing in front of them, was Bainbridge Weasley, smirking and holding something behind his back.
"What do you want" Lily Jane snapped impatiently.
"I know the information you're searching for," he said smartly, "It was in today's Prophet. I'm surprised you didn't come across it."
"I don't read that rubbish," Lily Jane snarled. (The librarian cried "Hush!")
"Then I guess you don't want to see what I've found," Bainbridge pretending to start walking off.
"Hand it over!" Lindy demanded, surprising even herself. (They received yet 'hush' from the librarian)
"Bainbridge chortled. "No so fast, what's in it for me?" Lindy was starting to see why he was so disliked.
"What do you want?" Lily Jane asked.
"Two galleons, eight sickles, and a warning next time one of the idiots decide to pull a fast one on me."
"Fine, hand it over," Lily Jane attempted to grab it from Bainbridge. He pulled it away from her reach. She snatched it ripping the paper in half. Bainbridge just laughed again and handed the other part to her. "Second one from the bottom," he retorted.
From what Lindy could see the Daily Prophet looked just like any old newspaper, except for the moving pictures. Lily Jane scanned the paper with her eyes making shocked expression every few seconds. "Bloody…" she whispered, "They're mad."
"What?" both Lindy and Alan asked.
"Bainbridge go away," Lily Jane said.
"Give me my stuff first," he demanded.
"Go away or I'll hex you," Lily Jane threatened.
Bainbridge laughed once again. "Alright, I'll leave, but pay up tonight or you'll be sorry."
"Whatever," Lily Jane said. The remaining three didn't speak until Bainbridge was completely out of site.
Lily Jane looked around the room. They were the only ones in the library except for the old, skinny librarian and an older boy frantically writing something in the back left-hand corner. Lily Jane motioned for Lindy and Alan to move behind one of the book cases so they couldn't be seen.
"Lindy, before I show you this article I need to confess something," Lily Jane said.
Lindy didn't understand. What could Lily Jane possibly need to "confess" to here? "Um, okay," Lindy said.
"There's something I haven't told you…about your dad. Mostly because I didn't think it was important, but I guess it sort of is…"
Now Lindy was very confused, "What?"
"Well, Draco Malfoy, your father, he um…died on the thirteenth of July. Exactly ten years after Lord Voldemort. Some say he planned it, down to the very second. He was there you see, when Lord Voldemort was defeated. Then he fled."
"But what does this have to with…" Lily Jane interrupted Alan. "There's a Holiday on July thirteenth, it's called Defeat Day. The biggest celebration is held in Hogsmeade, the same place Malfoy died. It's the only city in Britain with all wizards, and it's less than a mile from Hogwarts."
"But still it's done and over," Alan said.
"That's what it seems," said Lily Jane, "But some say that Voldemort was using Draco as his preserver, meaning he wanted him to keep his wishes and ways for the world kept safe if he were to every die."
"In the Secret Scroll," Lindy said.
"Yes, but that's not the worst of it. According to this, people think that Draco left a clue to the location of the scroll with…well…you."
"But he didn't!" Lindy exclaimed.
"Tell them that," Lily Jane said handing Lindy the Dailey Prophet. Lindy read the article:
A Death-Eater's Scroll
Did Draco Malfoy Really Have Lord Voldemort's Secrets?
Most of us remember that fine Sunday afternoon when the final Death-Eater, Draco Malfoy, was captured shortly after killing himself. This date was not only significant for this reason but for the ten year anniversary of the menace, Lord Voldemort's, downfall. The 13th of July is, to this day, a time for not only celebration, but much superstition. For years we have been speculating as to whether or not Malfoy knew this, and planned his death to leave a clue that he held the Dark Lord's secrets in, which are alleged to be written in scroll.
Some say this is just a made up story, but even if such scroll does exist, where is it hidden? How much damage could it do? Are these simply written words? Or are there dangerous spells lurking inside the parchment? The Ministry of Magic assures us that the Department of Mysteries has been checked thoroughly and no sure prophecy exists. But how could it? Allegedly, there were only two people Draco came in contact with after Voldemort's death: his two month old daughter, Glinda, and Glinda's mother.
Glinda was seen with Draco the night of his suicide. Draco died almost immediately after aurors transported the baby to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Since then she has been adopted by Muggles by the name of Beiner and is now currently attending her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Could the scroll reside with her? Or maybe just a secret as to its location? As far as we know, young Glinda has no knowledge of the scroll. So if she were hiding the secrets it would not be our place to interrogate her. What makes matters worse is the other prime suspect, Glinda's biological mother, has been unknown since her birth. We may never know who she really is. So for now, the "Secret Scroll" remains a very well kept secret.
Then Lindy looked to the left of the passage. There was a picture of a group of witches and wizards in blue sequined robes. The caption read: "The Association of Magical Truth and Legends (AMTL) are now investigating the 'Secret Scroll' case." Then there were a list of the people shown. Below that picture was one of a boy, about eighteen or so, with very light slicked back hair, a pointed face, and a serious expression. The caption read: "Draco Malfoy was the last Death-Eater found. Could he have been Voldemort's favourite?" It was the first time Lindy had ever seen a picture of him.
"So all this is about some stupid piece of paper that we're not even sure exists?" Lindy said scornfully.
"Basically, yah," Lily Jane said, "I'm so sorry, Lindy."
"So these people, who supposedly want to kill me, just want this scroll."
"Well it would be very important to them. If it's hiding the secrets of…this guy," Alan said.
"But what was all that talk about my mother being revealed…what Snape and Longbottom were saying?" Lindy asked still staring at Draco's picture.
"I don't know Lindy," Lily Jane said warmly, "Come on. We need to find my dad now." And without another word the three of them raced out of the library, ignoring another screech from the librarian, up to the Gryffindor tower to find it completely empty.
"Where is everyone?" Alan asked.
Lily Jane looked up at the big clock hanging above the fire place. She screeched. "The Quidditch match! It's almost started!" With that Lindy carelessly dropped the newspaper and they all ran out again.
It was quite a hike to the Quidditch pitch. When they arrived they immediately spotted Adam, Cole, and Liam waving their arms for them to come and sit. After they climbed up the bleachers (Alan, of course, trailing behind) almost everyone asked "Where were you?" at the same time.
"Library," Lindy said truthfully, "Lost track of time."
"You are a reader, aren't you?" Liam asked smiling. Lindy smiled back and said nothing more.
"What did we miss?" Lily Jane asked.
"Nothing," Adam answered, "They've just announced the players and stuff."
Lindy looked down at the pitch. The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams were on the ground, opposite of each other, brooms mounted. Madam Hooch was standing in the middle facing the ground, holding the quaffle. "I expect a fair game out of each and every one of you," she firmly announced. Robbie Grey shock hands with the Hufflepuff captain and everyone rose up into the air, Jamie and the Hufflepuff seeker highest of all. Then Madam Hooch opened the box in front of her, the bludgers came flying out, she threw the quaffle, and the game began.
"Lovely day for Quidditch, is it not, Sebastian my friend?" the commentating voice of Rich Jordan asked.
"It certainly is, Rich," Sebastian answered in a fakey weatherman sort of voice, "It certainly is."
"Well it appears as if Gryffindor's had a great start," Rich said, "Here comes Evelina Meriwether with the quaffle, swerving around Hufflepuff Frieda Mandel. A quick pass to Daniel Ford, nice flip! He attempts the goal…"
"And Gryffindor scores!" Lindy and the rest of the Gryffindors cheered. "You know I think we can see good things from that kid."
"Indeed we can, look he's already attempted to score again!"
"But that's just not going to cut it with Spinnelli, he passes to Mandel, get her Isolde!"
"Yes! Excellent save by Isolde Weasley!"
"She really is a pistil isn't she?"
"Hey, that's my cousin you're talking about, Jordan. I do hope you mean that in everyway respectfully."
"Of course, old mate, of course. Although, I do think she looks much better without the cornrows."
"Boys!" Bones hollered.
"And Sheffield makes a nice swerve around Isolde's brothers, quaffle in hand," Rich quickly said, "I do believe Aiden is trying very hard not to hit him in the head with his bat."
"How'd he get the ball from Isolde anyway?" Sebastian asked.
"You'd know if you weren't getting off topic!" Bones hollered again.
"Of course, Professor," Rich said.
"You all will have to excuse her she's just upset that Gryffindor is sure to kick some in this match."
"Then how come Hufflepuff just scored?!" Bones cried with glee. Hufflepuff cheered.
"Aw, nice move there, Sheffield," Sebastian said wearily.
"Tha's all right," Liam said, "We'll catch up."
"Wait a minute," said Lily Jane, frantically looking to her right and left, "Where's my dad?"
"Haven't seen him," Adam answered.
"Maybe he's sitting with the teachers," Cole suggested.
"But why would he do that?" Lily Jane asked.
"Maybe because he didn't see you," said Cole.
"Here," Liam offered, "Take my binoculars."
He handed them to Lily Jane. She searched the crowd. After a few minutes and Hufflepuff scoring once more, she announced, "I found him! He's sitting below the teachers…hey Godwin's back! He's…my dad's…with some group of adults, who are those people?"
"Maybe more parents," Adam suggested.
"Do they even allow parents?" Liam asked, "Or did they just let your dad in because he's Harry Potter?"
"I don't know," Lily Jane said.
Lindy could barely see anything. "Can I have a look?" She took the binoculars and looked at Mr. Potter. It was quite odd. He was getting into the game, cheering on Gryffindor, but the people sitting around him barely moved. They sat very business-like. Lindy could tell they really didn't want to be there.
Then she focused her attention on one woman in particular. She was sitting to Mr. Potter's direct left and smiling quite satisfyingly. She was dressed in sequined robes and her wavy light brown hair fell neatly over her shoulders in a side ponytail. Plus, she looked-to Lindy-somewhat familiar.
Lindy handed the binoculars back to Liam and watched the game, still trying to remember where she had seen that woman.
"Here's Meriwether attempting the goal…"
"Get out of the way Mandel!"
"That's it pass…nice shot Gryffindor! It's now thirty to thirty."
"Hey guys," said Lucinda's voice, "Can I sit here? Gordon's giving me some nasty looks."
"I thought you two made up," Adam said. Lucinda squeezed in between him and Cole.
"We did…sort of…we're still not really speaking," there was an upsetting tone in her voice.
"We're sorry," Lily Jane said.
Lucinda glanced back at Gordon. Lindy looked too. He was sitting with his arm around Florine laughing at something in the Daily Prophet. That's when Lindy remembered. She climbed up the seats over to Gordon and Florine. "Can I borrow this?" she asked. Florine weakly handed it to her but said nothing. Lindy went back to her seat and flipped to the section she wanted.
"Wotcha looking at?" Liam asked.
Lily Jane seemed to know exactly what Lindy was looking at. "What are you doing," Lily Jane whispered as if Lindy was violating a rule of some sort.
"That woman sitting near you dad…there she is, right there." It was her alright, in the AMTL photo, second from the left, Isabelle Godwin.
"She must be related to Professor Godwin, here to visit him," Liam said. Lindy hoped he was right. Lily Jane gave her a worried look.
"Can I have my newspaper back now?" Florine asked sternly coming up from behind Lindy. She handed it to her. (Lucinda didn't dare to make eye contact.)
"I wish I could get my dad's attention," Lily Jane said. She grabbed the binoculars from Liam and began waving her arms. Lindy waved too. Then Lily Jane's expression changed rapidly. "Lindy…stop waving."
"Why?" she asked.
"That's why," Lily Jane said pointing and forcing the binoculars to Lindy's eyes. She could see Isabelle Godwin, who appeared to be shouting and trying to leave the stands. Mr. Potter and a few of the business-like men were trying to hold her back. At first she tried push them off her. Then she resisted, turned, and looked straight at Lindy with a surprised and eager expression. Lily Jane saw this and gasped. (Lucinda and the boys must have thought she gasping at the game which was still very close.)
Then Isabelle drew her wand from her robe pocket, recited a spell that landed the men on their backs, one nearly falling out of the stands. Lily Jane screamed as she watched her father hit his head a handrail. People had now turned their attention to the brawl.
Isabelle then immediately dashed down the steps and on the pitch. Some of the players stopped in mid air to watch her run over towards the other side…right to Lindy.
"Uh-oh," Sebastian said, "We've got a stray on the pitch. Man can that lady run."
"I wonder what she's so anxious to get to," Richard said.
"She's coming for me," Lindy whispered to Lily Jane.
Apparently Liam heard her. "What?!" he exclaimed, "Whatdaya mean coming for you?" Everyone around them stared. Lindy bit her lip.
"You know," Sebastian said, "This is certainly not the first time in Quidditch history when someone decides to randomly run across the pitch during a game."
"Well, of course, that's under different conditions now…it's it?" Richard said laughing. Bones didn't even bother to snap at them, as soon after everyone witnessed Madam Hooch receiving a nasty hex after unsuccessfully trying to stop Isabelle. The whole match, commentating included, had stopped.
Just before getting disarmed by a sneaky and upright Mr. Potter, Isabelle began her climb up Lindy's side of the stands and clearly screamed, "I have to her! You can't stop me!"
Liam gawked at Lindy looking dumbfounded. "She's mad…," was all that escaped his lips.
Then came cheering from the crowd. There was Jamie, hovering on his broom and holding the snitch triumphantly above his head. The Hufflepuff seeker was too distracted to have even seen him spot it.
"JAMIE POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH!!" Sebastian screamed. Gryffindors jumped and chanted. ("Potter! Potter! Potter!")
"And just in time!" Richard pointed out.
He was right. Just then Lindy headed down out of the stands, not paying attention to Lily Jane running and screaming after her. Lindy ran up to the castle as fast as her feet would let her. She's never been a particularly good runner, but her long legs did sometimes come in handy. This time they lead her into Longbottom's office, the closest comfort zone she could find. Ironically, also where Mr. Potter, Isabelle, Professor Godwin, and the men from the game were.
"Isabelle, dear, you know that was not the safest move," Professor Godwin said sternly yet quietly.
"And what would you do if you were in my place…huh?!" Mr. Potter was grasping Isabelle's arms as she continued to thrash. Godwin just stood there with his hands crossed over his chest as if she was a child having a tantrum.
"Could you just sit in your seat watching while…?" Mr. Potter interrupted Isabelle by clearing his throat. All three of them turned to stare at Lindy.
"Lily Jane, go up to the common room," Mr. Potter ordered. Lindy turned around to see her friend leaving. She hadn't even noticed she was behind her.
"Lindy, have a seat," Mr. Potter then said. It looked as if he was trying to smile but his face wouldn't let him.
Lindy obeyed him, but before anyone spoke McGonagall came through the door with the rest of the AMTL group behind her. "Professor Longbottom is upstairs with the Gryffindors, you know, keeping their mind off things. Professor Snape is owling the ministry."
"Thank you, Professor," Mr. Potter said.
"Can I speak, please!" wailed Isabelle. She was no longer thrashing but she still looked as if a vein was about to pop out of her head.
"I think it's best I explain things," Mr. Potter said.
"It really is, dearest," Godwin said before she had time to protest.
"You see, Lindy," Mr. Potter said kneeling down to her level so he could look her in the eye. "These ladies and gentlemen behind me are part of the Association of Magical Truth and Legends. They're helping the Ministry of Magic with your father's case." (Lindy didn't even both to tell him she knew that)
"Some people think you're in danger, Lindy," he said sombrely.
"That's what Lily Jane was trying to tell you, we…"
"I know, but we'll discuss that later, right now we have other things to talk about. This woman, Professor Godwin's niece Isabelle, she works in the AMTL and she claims to know a lot of information."
"Oh for heavens sakes, Potter!" Isabelle screamed, "Quit treating her like a child! She's nearly twelve isn't she?! Well I should know now shouldn't I…I…"
"Dearest calm down," Godwin reached over to pat his niece's shoulder but she batted it away.
"I'm you're mother Lindy!" Isabelle cried. Lindy sat there, more shocked than she had even been in her life, not sure what to say.
A/N: I'm no longer explaining myself. These are drafts for me, do what you want.