Who Knew?
Harry stood there his mouth ajar not really sure what to say or do. "How can you be sure and how did you find out?" His voice shook with confusion.
"They sounded sure about it all when they were talking. I mean it all makes sense. They never seem to want to talk to us." At the confused look on Harry's face she said, "The Weasleys."
"Who do you think your real parents are?" It felt odd to ask this sort of question.
"I have a hunch, but I need more facts." The lights were growing dim all around them and Dawn began to feel a little dizzy. Swaying slightly Harry caught her elbow. "I am fine Harry, I just need some rest. Goodnight." He watched her go into her tent before heading to his own.
Morning seemed to come too quickly for everyone in camp, but they were all anxious to go home. They had to bargain a little to get a portkey since after last night everyone wanted to go home. Cedric ran up behind them, he grabbed Dawn by the elbow and asked if he could speak to her. "Sure." They moved away from the group, Ron watching closely.
"Unless you can read lips that is useless." Ron jumped, as Harry came up behind him. He shrugged it off as Dawn came back over.
"What was that all about?" Ron tried to seem casual.
"Nothing much, Cedric just wanted to know if I was okay." Dawn had never been good at lying and everyone knew it. Mr. Weasley called them over one arm around Denise who was still nursing a couple bruises and a broken ankle. The ride back landed everyone on their backs, since they were so tired. Harry supported Denise on one side with Ron on the other. Dawn followed talking to Ginny and Fred. George was chatting to Mr. Weasley, who was looking at Dawn with a concerned expression as she swayed a little. An hour later, they successfully transported back to the burrow where an anxious Mrs. Weasley waited, a copy of the daily prophet clutched in her hands and a dishelmed look about her.
"Oh thank goodness, I thought you were all dead!!" The daily prophet dropped to the floor as she embraced not Mr. Weasley but Fred and George. "When I thought that you were all dead I remembered the argument that we had before you left. I couldn't stand the fact if you had died when I was mad at you." She hugged them again to the point where they pushed her off. "Arthur!" She went around telling them all how thankful she was that they were okay.
Once inside Mr. Weasley scanned the paper looking for mentions of the ministry and him. Harry, Ron, and the rest headed up the stairs, all needing rest. They would have to get up early once again in the morning to make the Hogwarts express. Denise was tired of being carried so she limped up the stairs, with Harry behind her incase her steps should falter. Ginny and Hermione made their way up to the rooms, the rest of them coming slowly. "Dawn," Ron tapped her elbow.
"Yes?" Her hand was pressed against her forehead in an effort to lessen the pain.
"I was wondering what Cedric asked you, as we were leaving camp." His voice faltered as he rushed the sentence out.
"Oh." She seemed to think a moment as though this were awkward. "He was asking me if I would go to Hogsmeade, on our first weekend, with him."
"And," he was afraid of what was to come.
"I told him, maybe." She regretted these words as they came out. Ron's face turned tomato red, almost matching his Ginger hair, before he stormed off. "Ron!" it was too late as he slammed the door behind him. The damage done she headed off to her room. "Goodnight, Harry I can take her from here." He mumbled a distracted Goodnight but did not leave until she was safely in her room.
Mrs. Weasley mended Denise's ankle before they left for the train station it left a dull throbbing pain behind. No one knew the cause of Dawn's headaches or of the visions that came with them. On their way to the train station, Mrs. Weasley and Bill let slip that something would be happening at Hogwarts, yet nobody could get them to reveal what it was. Once at Kings Cross they stepped onto platform 9. The barrier in between was where they needed to get to. They waited till the muggles passed by, before casually leaning into the barrier onto platform 9 ¾. They then boarded the train and began their long journey to Hogwarts. Neville sat with them along with Seamus another fellow Gryffindor. Dawn had her head immersed in a paper which no one could get a good look at. Once again Harry was arguing with Denise and Ron who after the millionth time gave up trying to hold his grudge. The arguments were never serious and mostly were about quidditch.
Finally Dawn put down her paper tears flowing down her face. "Denise we need to talk and Neville could you…um…help me with something."
They headed out of the compartment Neville wearing a bemused expression. "Dawn what is this about?" both Neville and Denise blurted this out.
"Hold on this is important. Were your sisters," she said this looking at Neville.
"Dawn what are you talking about?"
"Don't you get it Neville? After your…our parents were tortured by Voldermort your Grandmother decided that she couldn't take care of three children so she put Denise and I up for adoption." Hermione stepped out of the compartment silent tears running down her cheeks. "Hermione…"
"DON'T! When were you going to tell me? I have a right to know that I have no sisters!" She could not go on as she started to choke on her tears and her words.
"HERMIONE!" All three grabbed her as she fell.