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"The Dark Lord? Are you sure?" Bidelia stumbled over her words. She was angry, not at Professor McGonagall, not even at the people that had apparently been her parents. She was angry at herself. Angry for getting her hopes up that she could've had better parentage.
"Miss Riddle? Bidelia? I am certain of this." McGonagall sat across from the girl, looking at Bidelia over her glasses. "Your last name is the major clue. I'm surprised no one caught this sooner and told you. Your physical features are definitely reminiscent of Bellatrix Lestrange, and--"
"No," Bidelia cut Professor McGonagall off. "No more." Tears leaked from the girl's eyes. "Please. You've told me the complete opposite of what I wanted to hear."
McGonagall gave Bidelia a grim look. "I'm sorry, Miss Riddle, if this is not what you wanted to hear." She gave a curt nod, dismissing Bidelia. "I take it you're going to tell yung Mr. Potter?" she asked when Bidelia reached the door.
Bidelia hesitated, then nodded. "He has to know, after..." Bidelia let her thoughts trickle away.
"Yes, I agree. I saw your show before the sorting, a brave move indeed." McGonagall paused, smiling. "You may go, Bidelia."
Bidelia opened the door to leave, but before she did, she could've sworn she saw Professor Dumbledore's portrait wink at her, just as Professor Snape scowled.
Yeah, so it's been waaaay too long since I've updated this story. I'm sorry, I hit a rut and forgot it existed. But I reread it and knew I just had to finish it, if not for me, then for the readers. Forgive me if I lost readers by taking too long to update, and I'm so sorry that this chapter is soooo short. I'll make it up in the next one. Just give me feedback on what you want to see in the next few chapters! The suggestions and thoughts are what keep me writing.