A/n: This is the last chapter of this . The next story is: The Unexplainable Correna!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable. If I did Albus would be alive at the end of seven and be living on an island happily married to his Minerva!
A/n 2: Italics is the memory, old is the children speaking while in the memory, and italics underlined is Corri's prophecy being told.
Chapter 13: The Memory They Should Have Never Seen
All Hallows Eve 1988 started as any other day for the seven Dumbledore children.
They woke up to eat a light breakfast with their parents before being left in the family's elf care while the professors went to the Great Hall.
The children spent the school breakfast washing and dressing for the day ahead.
They had private lessons with the professors during the teachers' free time.
"Corri have you seen my black sneakers? I want to wear them today but I can't find them," Johnny called from the boys' room.
"Check under your bed," Correna called as she finished putting on Tabitha's shoes.
She heard banging and a few choices words as he called, "Okay I found them!"
"Tabs, why don't you go get our books from the sitting room," Corri smiled placing her sister on the ground.
"Okay Mama Cor," the five year-old red head beamed before running out of the door.
After she left Correna went to her wardrobe and sifted through her many colorful robes.
"I think you should wear the burgundy ones," suggested the mirror at her vanity.
"I'm thinking black dress and burgundy over robe," Corri replied.
"Going dark today," the mirror asked?
"Yes Isobel, I believe I am," Corri nodded zipping up the dress and clasping the robe, "So what do you think?" She twirled a bit in front of the mirror before sitting at the vanity.
"Very edgy," the mirror approved.
"What do you suggest about my hair?" the girl asked running a silver and emerald brush through her shorter dark curls.
It was no longer all the way to her waist. She had gotten it cut last year and her hair now went to her middle back.
"Seeing as that it is Halloween, why not try a bun? Do a little Professor McGonagall impersonation today?" the mirror suggested.
"That's…a great idea!" Correna exclaimed before putting her hair up in a tight bun.
"You really do look like a Minnie version of her. Get a Minnie Version?" the mirror laughed.
"Ha, ha very funny," the child sighed rolling her eyes. The girl laced up her boots and went into the sitting room to join her siblings.
After dropping her siblings off for math with Professor Vector, Correna ascended the stairs of the Divination tower. She entered to find Professor Trelawney hovering over a crystal ball.
"Professor?" the young child question walking up to the witch.
"Yes, yes sit down child. I knew you'd be on time," the Professor replied.
"Because you saw it in your ball or because it's on the schedule," Correna teased.
The Professor ignored Correna's sarcasm and gestured toward the crystal. "Tell me what your inner eyes sees," the Professor instructed.
Correna pulled her chair closer to the table and peered in the ball. The mist inside began swirling and images appeared.
"I see Hogwarts. It's fall, and cold. I see you Professor and the Deputy clinging together. There is a woman in pink laughing at you..."
"What else child," the Professor asked?
"I'm sorry Professor but it disappeared. But I'd beware a short woman in pink if I was you," Correna replied.
"I'll take note of that. Moving on my dear," the Professor said handing her a cup, "What do you see in the tea leaves?"
The child took the cup and studied the leaves intently. "I see sadness, loneliness, and... sherry? Professor you had more than tea in here didn't you?" Correna asked smiling impishly.
"I uh that's all for today Miss Dumbledore. You did very well, it's time for you to go," the Professor said shooing the young girl down the ladder.
Correna bit back a howl of laughter as she walked into the charms classroom.
"Ready for your music lesson?" Professor Flitwick asked seeing his niece walk in.
"Yes sir," Correna nodded sitting at the baby grand. "Good, good" he nodded placing music sheets in front of her, "Now don't for get to enunciate. You may begin when you are ready."
She nodded and started to play Habanera from the opera Carmen. After she had played a bit she began to sing.
Her voice was perfect in all aspects and had the ability to enchant anyone who was listening; depending on what and how she sang she could excite or stupefy to sleep just about anyone.
Professor Flitwick had forgotten to perform the necessary locking and silencing spells so Correna's voice and superb playing drifted through the school making many stop in their tracks and listen.
One such person was a young second year Slytherin. He was tall with a round face, dark slicked back hair, and onyx eyes.
The beauty of the voice caught his ears and made him long to find the source.
He followed the music down the hall to the charms classroom where he eased open the door. And what that Slytherin saw in the room would stay with him all his days.
The only way the boy was ever able to explain the girl before him was perfect.
He saw the blackest hair curling around the base of her neck and a tight bun on top of her head, dark blue eyes showing more emotion than she let on, ruby lips like none he had seen before, and a voice that made him weak at the knees.
The boy leaned in the door listening to the mysterious young girl craving to know more about her.
As Correna finished her aria it was to here clapping and a voice saying, "Encore, encore!"
The Professor and child froze in their seats slowly turning toward the door to see the student watching them.
"That was great. I've never heard anything like that before," the Slytherin clapped.
"Thank you," Correna nodded gaining back her speech. She was never one to get embarrassed about anything.
"Forgive me for prying but you do not look old enough to be here," the boy continued walking in the room, "Might I ask what your name is?"
"You may, but I am not inclined to give it," she said briskly, "Now if you'll excuse me I must be going."
She left her seat at the piano and swept out of the room; her robes billowing behind her like that of Snape's.
"Professor who was that?" the Slytherin asked shaking the wizard from his stupor.
"Somebody you will do well to forget about and never mention again Mr. Crabbe," Professor Flitwick replied as the second year Slytherin and Gryffindor class filed in.
The seven Dumbledore children met in their hidden rooms for a quick lunch before Correna Flooed to a potions lesson and the other six settled down for a nap.
"All right Belladonna what are we making today?" Severus asked gesturing to the ingredients before her.
Correna scrutinized the items very closely before smiling up at him and saying, "Draught of the Living Death, Professor."
"Very good. And what is our number one rule?" he asked lighting the cauldron.
"Potion making is a very precise art. There is no room for dunderheads," she quoted.
"Very well, let's begin," he nodded as the instructions appeared on the board.
An hour later there was a perfect batch of potion simmering in the cauldron.
"Excellent work Belladonna. You will have Professor Snape very pleased next year," Snape commented.
"And that's not easy to do is Dracula," she giggled causing him to smile.
"All right off with you then," he said handing her some Floo powder, "I believe it's time for your history lesson."
"Oh goody," she squealed. She really did love History. SHe thre some powder in the fireplace and yelled, "Headmaster's office!
She entered to find her father no where in sight and her siblings opening a secret cabinet.
"And what exactly do you lot think you're doing?" she asked with her hands on her hips giving them a glare like that of their mother's.
"Look sissy," Samuel replied, "daddy has a big bird bath in here!"
"That's not a bird bath you nut," she laughed standing over them. She was very tall.
"It's a pensive. Daddy and mummy use it for their memories. It makes it easier to think," she explained in a way they could understand.
"What kind of memories," Andromeda asked?
"Any kind really. Happy, sad, or anywhere in between," Correna shrugged.
"Can we look?" Jonathan asked peering inside.
"Absolutely not! It's rude not to mention breaking rules to not touch daddy's office things," Correna snapped.
"But look Corri, it looks like a good one," Kenny replied pointing at the basin.
Correna looked in and saw her parents sitting on the couch laughing.
Curiosity getting the better of her she replied, "It does look like a good one. Okay…one memory but after that we come straight out."
The others eagerly agreed as they all dipped a finger in the liquid and were transported to the memory.
The seven children landed in the middle of a large sitting room where sat a very pregnant Minerva McGonagall with her legs on top of Albus Dumbledore. The two were sitting on a dark green couch laughing at something Albus must have said.
"This must be when I was born," Corri replied.
She was starting to have doubts about coming in here; she knew her birth was not the best of things.
"I think we need to go back," Corri said.
"No we can't now," Johnny said, "I want to see this." The others agreed.
"Trust me you don't," she said shaking her head, "I was not a good thing."
"How can you say that? You're perfect," Andi replied.
"Trust me I'm not," Corri sighed.
"Oi shush, someone's coming," Kenny said as a tall man slightly bent from age entered the room. The man had very dark hair and blue-green eyes. He walked up to the couple and placed a kiss on Minerva's forehead.
"How are you princess?" the elder man asked.
"Very well father, though I feel like a hippogriff!" Minerva exclaimed laying a hand on her protruding stomach.
"You're mother said the same thing every time she was pregnant," he laughed sitting a green armchair and turned his attention to Albus, "And how are you fairing son?"
"I too am well Ares," Albus nodded.
"You mean my dear sister hasn't driven you made yet?" laughed a dark haired green eyed wizard entering the room.
He was tall and look very much like the older wizard. He had lovely auburn haired hazel-eyed witch on his arm.
"No I haven't Neptune," Minerva spat, "How dare you even suggest a thing."
"I'm merely saying that I know when Hera was pregnant she had the oddest craving and the worst hormones imaginable!" the man exclaimed earning him a playful slap from his wife.
"Neptune you shouldn't tease Minerva," Hera scolded lightly.
"I'm sorry my dear, but it is my job as youngest to cause havoc for my older siblings," he said ginning.
"Speaking of which where are the other brothers, dad?" Neptune asked the elder wizard.
"Present an accounted for, if a bit late," laughed another dark-haired wizard. He entered with two other men.
All three were a lot older than Minerva and Neptune, but they still held the darkness to their hair and they all had dark green eyes.
"And where are your lovely wives?" Albus asked looking around.
"In the kitchen of course," the eldest laughed.
"They'll be out in a bit," said another.
"Well it is nice to have all my children here for a summer luncheon. I know how incredibly busy you all are," Ares said beaming at them all.
"Father do you have to pull that guilt card all the time?" Neptune groan.
"I do indeed," Ares said, "I understand Albus and Min run Hogwarts, you and Hera are on expeditions, Poseidon and Melanie are busy at the dragon sanctuary, Pluto and Carly are unspeakables, and that Hercules and Fern are busy aurors but that doesn't mean you can go weeks without owling me. I deserve to know you lot are not dead," he said as explosions and screams were heard from the other side of the house.
All the wizards drew their wands and headed towards the noise. Hera and Minerva were told to stay, though they followed behind the men anyway.
The seven Dumbledore children also followed behind.
Everyone entered what was left of the kitchen. It was full of rubble, barely anything left.
The family immediately started sifting trough the wreckage looking for the McGonagall wives.
"I thought you said this is when you were born? Mummy said you were born at St. Mungo's on a pretty summer day," Tabitha said confused.
Correna started to answer her sister just as Minerva let out a scream. She had found Carly covered in blood just as a green spell went whizzing by her ear.
After that everything went mad as the McGonagall family threw spells and hexes at the oncoming death eaters.
The children watched in horror as their parents barely missed being killed numerous times, while Correna saw what she hope the others didn't.
Minerva was fighting off contractions as well as death eaters!
Minerva was in indescribable pain as she tried to fight off the death eaters.
She was loosing magic fast, and just as she fell to the ground one of the masked fighters shot a strange purple spell at her.
Everything slowed as Albus ran for Minerva, and Ares jumped in front of the spell.
It hit him in the chest and he crumpled to the floor sputtering blood.
Seeing the damage, all the death eaters disappeared leaving the destroyed family behind.
"Min, Min are you hurt? What's wrong baby?" Albus asked panicking.
"T-the b-baby," she gasped as her water broke.
"Albus we've got to get her to a doctor," Hera exclaimed!
"Cris Arbor lives next door. He's a doctor. I'll get him," Pluto said running out of the door.
The children followed the family upstairs.
Albus and Neptune laid Minerva on the bed. Poseidon and Hercules laid Ares down beside her as Hera tried desperately to stop the blood.
By the time the doctor had arrived Minerva was crowning and the bed was soaked in Ares' blood.
"All right Professor I want you to push on the count of three. Ready…1…2…3," the doctor counted.
Minerva pushed with all her might.
"Again…push," he said.
"I am damn it!" Minerva screamed as the contractions ripped through her body.
"Just one more Professor," Arbor urged.
"Come on Min, baby you can do it," Albus cheered.
She grabbed his hand in a death grip and pushed with all her might.
The family heard the joyful sound of a baby crying and the horrible sound of Ares McGonagall taking his last breath.
"I love you…my children," he rasped closing his eyes for the final time.
Arbor cleaned the baby up and gave her to Minerva, but though they should have been happy everyone mourned the loss of a great man.
"Th-this isn't like mummy said at all. She said daddy was jumping up and down acting silly, and our uncles were singing," Tabitha said with tears in her eyes.
All her short life she'd believed her sister's birth to been an extraordinary event, and though it was it was not what she had imagined or been told.
It was then that Neptune ceased his crying and took on a far off look, talking in a distorted voice. "A child born in death is a child to take over the world. She will join the equal to the dark lord, though she has more power than both. Both children know the power the dark lord knows not and will save the world to conquer it."
Just then the memory began to swirl and they found themselves back in their father's office staring up at him.
"Curiosity isn't a sin my children, but you should exercise caution," Albus replied closing the cabinet door.
"We're very sorry father. I take full responsibility for us seeing that," Correna said shakily.
"That's very admirable my Ice Princess, but I do not think it was your idea to enter was it?" he asked giving her a piercing look.
"No sir it wasn't, but it looked like an okay one at first. So we went in, when I realized what we were about to watch I tried to get them to come out but they wanted to see it," she explained.
"Daddy why did you and mummy tell us that story?" Tabitha asked walking up to her father with tears in her eyes.
"We thought it best. You six are so proud of Corri, we just wanted her birth to be something you enjoyed as well," he explained pulling her close.
Merlin he hated seeing the little one cry. He hated seeing those green eyes full of sadness and tears; they were so like her mother's.
"But you lied daddy," Tabitha said pulling out of his arms, "you lied about her. You said everyone was happy and they weren't."
"I-I know and I'm sorry baby," he said with sadness to his twinkless blue eyes.
"And what was that stuff about the dark lord's equal and a child born in death?" Jonathan asked crossing his arms.
"It was a prophecy involving the boy-who-lived and Correna," he sighed sitting at his desk. This was not the conversation he wanted to have right now.
"But you said the boy-who-lived was dead. Doesn't that mean the prophecy won't work?" Andromeda asked puzzled.
"No it just means Correna might have to defeat the dark lord alone," he said truthfully.
"But she's only ten, she can't do that," Varick replied.
"This is why we have to teach her and train her. Are you willing to help me?" he asked twinkling at his younger children.
They thought for a moment before they all screamed, "Yeah!"
Samuel disappeared into his room and came back out with two light sabers.
"Here Mama Cor," he said handing her one, "you need to practice. It will help you to move as good as mamma."
"All right then," she laughed turning on the sword and taking her stance.
They started fighting, Correna dodging all his moves with practiced ease.
She was already as agile as her mother, but he didn't need to know that.
She let him have a few hits, but mostly 'kicked his butt' as Kenneth cheered at one point.
"The force is strong with this one father," Varick replied watching his siblings.
"Indeed it is my son, indeed it is."
But would it be enough for the dark times looming over head?
As this year finishes and Correna begins to ready for school, what will the eldest Dumbledore child find in the hallowed classrooms?
And is the boy-who-lived, the dark lord's equal, really dead?
THE END
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