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, Irish Eyes

What My Name Is

Professor McGonagall kindly showed her where the restrooms were, where the classrooms were located and where her office was on the way to Professor Dumbledore's office. "Professor Dumbledore says he knows who you are, and what has happened to your family." Professor McGonagall said as they made a quick stop off at her office. "He has of course, notified the Ministry, and they are trying to contact family." The girl was quiet for a moment.

"I truly appreciate what everyone has done for me here." She said. "I mean, I don't mean to be a burden on anyone."

Professor McGonagall paused. "Of course you're no burden." She laughed. "This school is equipped to handle about 2,000 students. One more will not make a difference." McGonagall stopped in front of a statue and said, "Flamel."

"Excuse me?" But just as she said that, the statue pulled away to reveal a revolving staircase.

"After you, madam." McGonagall followed the girl up the stair. Dumbledore was there to welcome them.

"Come in, come in, I've just made some tea." He motioned for them to sit in chairs across from his desk. "It's a beautiful day for a Quidditch match, don't you think so, Professor?" He asked as he poured them all tea.

"Yes, I quite agree, Professor." Then, changing the subject, she said, "Professor, what did you find out about Miss Doe?"

"Ah, yes, I suppose that is why we are all here, instead of enjoying the match. Well, according to the Daily Prophet, she is a witch. From the Shannon clan, in fact."

"No. are you certain? I mean, can you really trust the Daily Prophet? They are known to print sensational stories about notoriety quite often."

"I am quite aware of their fan base., Minerva. This article was on the back page among the advertisements, with her picture below it. Apparently, most of her family was murdered by the Dark Lord two weeks ago near Kent. "What is her first name? Maybe it will bring back some of her memory of who she is."

"Her given name is Bridgette Shannon. Does that sound familiar to you?" Dumbledore's blue eyes pierced her green ones.

The girl fidgeted underneath his gaze. "I suppose. Everything is so foggy. The only thing that has come to me so far is the feeling of, I don't know, shame."

"Shame? For what?" McGonagall asked.

"That's the thing, isn't it? I can't remember. I'm just grateful to know my name." She sighed, and finished her tea.

"Well, until we can get your story all straightened out, you may stay here and attend classes. The Daily Prophet places your age as from 16-20. Quite a big gap there, but it looks to me like you would be quite comfortable in the sixth year.