So it seems that maybe my story might be more canon then I thought. Because someone let me know that McGonagall supposed love was in fact murdered by Voldemort. So in my story it's just that everyone but Dumbledore thought that this happened when in fact Dumbledore had saved her. Because she was under his protection. So that's good, I guess. Besides it's not like we know who her love was.
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We walked silently to what I assumed was his office. There was a small statue of a lion in front of it and he cocked his head to the side as if examining it. Then he pulled out his wand I guess and waved it around while saying.
"Sherbert lemon." It was nearly comical. That was his secret password or something? Sherbert lemon? Did he really like lemons or something? It turned out that he happened to be very found of lemon drop candies. I guess that explains it. He turned to me as the statue moved and looked me up and down he stopped at my brown eyes for a moment and then seemed to examine the top of my head as if there was bug in my matching dark brown hair. Then he smiled and his eyes twinkled. "Follow me please." I followed Professor Dumbledore into his office. On the walls were pictures that were actually moving. It didn't make sense to me. Then there was a Phonix perched on his desk which was cluttered with papers. "Please excuse my untidiness Miss Parker." I nodded. Then he looked at me again with his blue eyes, and I knew he was going to reveal my secret. "Please sit down." So I sat down in one of his chairs it was wooden with detailed carvings of lions on it. "Miss Parker how did you end up at Hogwarts." There was something in his eyes that told me he already knew the answer and was seeing if I would be honest with him.
"I saw people pass through platforms nine and ten, and I was so lonely, and it looked fun so I wanted to too." He smiled at me.
"So that's when the lie started?" I nodded.
"I don't have a home." I added. "I ran away from the Orphanage, they were mean, and this boy a year younger than me, Tom Riddle had done terrible things, he my teddy bear." I knew that it wasn't that bad, but he scared me, his eyes seemed to empty.
"I see." He seemed to be considering something.
"I'm sorry. Please don't turn me into a toad." At that he laughed a full belly laugh.
"My dear child, I will not turn you into a toad, but you cannot learn magic, because you are not a Witch." I nodded understanding. "Then again I can't let you just go back when you don't have a home."
"Please don't feel sorry for me."
"Too late for that." I sighed. Then he continued. "Therefore. You shall have a home here." I swear then that my jaw dropped to the floor and Professor Dumbledore had to get a broom to sweep it up.
"What?"
"I am adopting you." Again I was hit with another shock wave of surprise.
"So that means…that I?"
"Will stay here with me yes. I have my own personal rooms here and well I am afraid you will sleep on the couch I am too old to sleep on it myself." I nodded through my shock. "We have a Professor here Professor Deldan, who specializes in Muggle teachings. She will be your tutor." Again I nodded still in shock.
"I really don't know what to say Professor Dumbledore. This is too much. I thank you greatly for your offer, and I would love to be a part of a family, it's just I can't ask you to do this for me." He smiled broader.
"I knew you were truly a good person behind all the lying." He observed. "But I insist. You will be my daughter officially I will need the Minister of Magic's approval, but even if he says no you will still be my daughter if only unofficially." I smiled.
"I…I Thank you Thank you Professor so much." He grinned then.
"I should think that it would not be improper for you to call me Father."
"What will the students think?" I worried wouldn't they be upset that there was a Muggle at their school?
" I will inform them of our arrangement and ask that they treat my daughter with respect, I'm sure the Headmaster will approve." Then he added. "You are under my protection now, if any of the students try to hurt you magic or otherwise, they will not go unpunished." He promised me. " I hope you will feel at home with me." Then he added. "I hope that someday you will feel like you are truly my family"
"Thank you." Quickly I added. "Father." I smiled at the word, I had never been able to say that word, and mean: My father. My father? I had a father? Then my Father, Dumbeldore, (those two words in the reference to the same person? I shook my head at my thought.) went back to the feast to inform everyone. He explained to me that it might be best if I remain in his office.
That night I slept on a couch in a nice room, with a new home, and a father. A father who recently told me he was gay, and battled the man he was in love with. I tried to comfort him, he didn't want it at first, but I told him that as his daughter it was my duty to care for him, as he cared for me. He also told me about his family and his sister, and how he wished he could have stopped her death. I cried for him. Now there was another person that cared about me, and I cared about him. I had a home, a father, and a friend. Hopefully at least, maybe Minerva was still my friend, but how might she feel now that she knew I was lying.
So the whole her being Dumbledore's adopted daughter, just sort of sprang up on me. But I think it works. Besides Dumbledore is already missing his family, why can't Elizabeth help him heal a little bit?
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