Rushed Goodbyes

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K Rowling.

"Okay Allie, it's probably just Alex. You know he likes to sneak up on you. Calm down you silly girl, and turn around."

Allie turned to scold her brother for sneaking up on her, only to nearly choke on her insult at the sight of a strange bearded man in her room. She quickly turned back around and closed her eyes.

"Oh my god, ZZ top is standing here in my room, looking like he belongs here. He doesn't look dangerous, but just on the safe side inch your way to the can of mace on your desktop."

At her deer in the headlight look, the man spoke: "Alastrina, my dear you'd think you'd know when your own father spoke. It's been a long time since we were last together, please allow me to explain and properly introduce myself. My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and I am your father. Please let me show you," at this he pulled a wand out and muttered a strange word, but immediately she saw images in her mind as if they were her own memories. A man who had the same colored eyes as hers, and the same strange bearded man rolling in the grass with a baby she knew to be herself. The next scene was the pair being giggled at after the babe pulled roughly on the man's scraggly beard. A fleeting memory of a woman who looked less than human, with glowing skin basking in the moonlight surrounded by woodland and shrubbery. Then finally the memory was of the man outside on the front porch of her own front porch with the baby in his arms, and his eyes shone with a sadness of a father giving up the only thing that mattered to him.

Allie sat down on her bed, seriously confused. "So what you mean to tell me Mr. Dumbledore, is that you are my father and I you daughter?"

Albus smiled. "Yes, my dear. That is exactly what I mean to tell you. You are the last of a long line of proud and powerful Dumbledore's. You are a witch, and a very powerful one at that if I have anything to do with it."

Allie pondered for a second. "Does this mean I'm British?" She sounded less concerned about a fictional character from a magic book bein gher biological father and more concerned with the fact she might be british.

Her father smiled. "Yes, your are in fact one half British. I have come to bring you back into the magical world where you belong. I hid you with this kind muggle family to protect you from-"

Allie interrupted. "From Gellert Grindelwald. Or Voldemort? I know all about the magical world, I've read all the Harry Potter books at least seven times each."

"What do you mean you've read the Harry Potter books?"

She showed him her collection that she was so proud of. Yet instead of sharing in her enthusiasm, he recoiled and was looking worried.

Her dad paced, thinking a quick course of action to take. "This complicates things greatly. Right now Voldemort is at the peak of his power, and with these books he could possibly be unstoppable. Alastrina, please tell me what is the outcome of these books- Wait! No I mustn't know, that may stop me from making crucial decisions. Think Albus."

Seeing her newfound dad so stressed wearing a hole in her carpet from pacing was not a way she wanted to start their relationship. "Listen, this is what we'll do. You take me to Hogwarts, you give me a crash course on how to be a witch, and then we find a way for you to send me back in time to 1943. That's when tom is in his sixth year, the same as mine. He doesn't start killing until the end of seventh year, which gives me a year and a half to persuade him to sway from the dark side. It won't be as if we won't ever see each other again either, because you'll be a professor, and let's get real you can pass as my dad even fifty odd years back, your ancient dude. No offense."

Albus could only smile at his brilliant daughter. "Oh none taken my dear but are you sure this will work, even in his sixth year tom is a cruel, heartless child."

At this Allie laughed. "Come on, I got enough Dumbledore in me to charm my way to a wizard's heart. I read enough fan fiction, what's the worst thing that can happen."

"Well, charm you do have. What is fan fiction?" With a wave of his wand all of her belongings were in a trunk, and her two guitars were shrunk to fit in her pocket.

Allie openly gaped. "Okay, that's the first thing you're going to teach me." She gave a longing look to her doorway, and Albus knew she worried about her foster family.

" I took the liberty of obliviating them, even if you said good bye they wouldn't have any earthly idea who you were, my dear," he said sadly.

Allie let one lone tear roll down her cheek, and wiped it from the crease of her mouth. "Yeah, I figured."

Albus gently grabbed allie's arm, and apparated them away. And with that they were gone.

After two entire months of constant "Witch 101," her dad was seriously getting on Allie's last nerve.

"Come now, Alastrina, Tom won't be impressed by simple hexes and incantations. Wand less and wordless magic will make an impression. Focus. Again"

One day, after one too many jelly legs jinxes; she stood up slowly and sent an Incendio directly at her father without even a sound warning. His beard caught fire, and to her enjoyment he looked genuinely panicked as his beloved facial hair sat ablaze. To her discontent he put out the small fire, and then with a hearty chuckle confessed, " I think your ready."

As she made the preparations to be sent back nearly fifty years in the past, she reflected on the odd turn her life had taken in the past month. She not only found out she was a witch, but she was the daughter of the greatest wizard of all time. She would be sent on a mission that would not only save many lives, but would directly benefit the wizarding community. To find out something that was as big a deal to her as Harry Potter was actually real continually amazed her. The fact that Albus was her father surprised her to, because she always thought he was sort of gay.

She would travel back to the forties to persuade the darkest wizard of all time to change his path of destruction and death subsequently savings thousands of lives in a (Not so) fictional world invented by a British woman all before she is of age. Yeah, but, uh no big deal!

"Alastrina, I cannot impress on your more you do not have to do this. If at any time you feel in danger you come straight to me. Don't forget as soon as you get there you find me, and you give me this letter. You must remember you story; your name is Alastrina Adonia Dumbledore. I am your father; Grindelwald killed your mother. You never knew her, but her name was Persephone Iris Vanima. I sent you to America with distant relatives of your mothers' to keep you safe from Grindelwald. I decided to bring you back to Hogwarts, because I caught wind Grindelwald found out of your whereabouts. You will finish your magical education at Hogwarts."

"Yes dad I remember, let's get this over with before I change my mind."

And with that Albus gave his daughter a kiss on the top of her head, and stood back in his office to get one last look of his daughter. He would never tell her, but it killed him letting her go only a month after reuniting with her. He did smile at his handy work though. In the middle of his office was a circle drawn in chalk and ancient symbols rapped around her. This specific ritual used to propel Alastrina into the past had consumed many nights for Albus during the past month, but he was sure he had perfected. He began chanting the necessary incantations whilst simultaneously weaving intricate patterns in the air with his wand. A slight breeze blew through the room even though no windows were open. As a glow began to rise from the patterns on the floor a loud, wailing sound rose louder and louder and he reminded Allie of late nights in her old room in her old house with her old family when trains would lurch past her window and keep her up all night. She was brought back to reality by a pressure, and at first it started at her bellybutton but gradually it made its way though to her entire body before she was spiraling into a dark tunnel.

Albus's face lit up, with one last farewell to his daughter. "If when you reach your destination your are missing any… body parts, do not report to me but immediately go to the hospital wing."

Albus's last image of his daughter was her look of total shock and confusion. With a small chuckle he stood staring at the spot she had been standing at only minutes before. He allowed one tear to rolling down his wrinkled, weathered face before it disappeared into his massive beard.