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Bidelia stood in front of the two stone gargoyles that led to Professor McGonagall's office, dismayed at their appearance. She had never ventured to the Headmistress's office before, so she didn't know the process of getting through to the office.
"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to give us the password?" One of the gargoyles blinked up at Bidelia.
"Oh, yes. Sorry. I think Professor McGonagall said it was 'Fawkes'."
"You think? You can't be sure?"
"Don't hassle the girl, it's the right password, we're supposed to let her though," said the snarky gargoyle's companion.
"Just having a little fun with her," replied the other hastily before nodding Bidelia through.
Bidelia walked aimlessly up a spiral staircase until she finally came to a door. She hesitantly knocked.
"Yes?" came a weary reply from within.
"Professor? You said you would tell me all you knew about my parents?"
"Yes. Come in, then."
Bidelia opened the door and slowly walked in, taking in her surroundings. She glanced at various cabinets and whirring trinkets laid out on tables before glancing at the wall behind McGonagall's desk. Lined up on the wall were portraits of every headmaster and headmistress at Hogwarts. Most of them were pretending to be asleep, but the last two in the line were staring at Bidelia with curiosity in their eyes. One was an old man with glasses perched upon his nose, and the other was a greasy-haired man with a hooked nose. "Dumbledore and Snape," she whispered to herself.
McGonagall motioned to the straight-backed wooden chair in front of her desk. Bidelia promptly sat down in it, wanting to get information as soon and quick as possible.
"Now, Bidelia, about your parentage. I don't want any of this to come as a shock to you, so I do hope you were expecting the worst. Your parents were not the best people in the world, and to be perfectly honest, there is a chance that they could've been the worst two people in the wizarding world."
Bidelia gasped, knowing what was coming next.
"Your mother was Bellatrix Lestrange, and your father was none other than Lord Voldemort."
To the faithful readers: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been busy with school. Hopefully this will be enough for you until I get another "stroke of genius."