~Chapter 2~

"Sonea, this is Professor Dumbledore. Hes the-"
"Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry," Sonea finished for her. Dumbledore's gaze fell upon Sonea. Suddenly she felt like she should be far more polite.
"Nice to meet you, Sonea," Dumbledore said but remained standing where he was.
"You too, Professor."
"Well, I'll go get something to drink for both of you. What would you like Professor Dumbledore?"
"Anything would be fine, Ren," Dumbledore said finally looking away from Sonea. As Ren made her way back up the stairs, Dumbledore took a seat in the chair next to the couch. Once again, his gaze fell upon Sonea. It was like he was not only assessing her, but also looking for something. Not finding it, he leaned back a bit. "Well, Sonea. It seems that you're under the impression that I'm only here to talk about the coming school year. That would be an accurate statement, but that's not the only thing." Sonea raised her eyebrows at him.
"Really? Then what else is there to talk about, Professor? You're the first person I've met and there's only slight things concerning you in the news." A smile touched Dumbledore lips.
"So you've been keeping up with the news?" he asked but it was more of a statement.
"I'm not as uninformed as I let my parents believe," Sonea responded calmly.
"I see. So, what do you know that you don't tell your parents about?"
"You're saying that Voldemort- oh wait, everyone says "you-know-who" don't they? - Is back. Supposedly, Harry Potter saw him come back when he tied for first place with some boy- Cedric Diggory that's it- for the Triwizard Tournament. And Cornelius Fudge is calling you a crackpot in many different ways. But my parents don't know he thinks that about you." From Dumbledore's expression, Sonea guessed that he had underestimated her a bit. And that made her extremely happy.
"What do you know about Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked her carefully. Sonea narrowed her eyes at him. That wasn't a question she was expecting.
"Do you want what everyone knows about Vold- I mean you-know-who, or do you want more than that?" It was Dumbledores turn to be surprised.
"Firstly, I would like to know why you call him by his name. Secondly, if you could tell me how you know other things about him that would be very helpful." Sonea looked directly into his clear blue eyes as her mother came down the stairs.
"Lemonade for you, Sonea, and I wasn't to sure as to what to bring for you Professor, so I brought a few choices." Both Sonea and Dumbledore took their drinks and Ren brought the rest back upstairs.
"You have a very nice mother," Dumbledore commented. "But what about your father? Did you know him?" Sonea narrowed her eyes again.
"I'm sorry if I'm being disrespectful, Professor," in truth, Sonea couldn't care less. "But as far as you're concerned, Eric is my father. And no, I never met my real father." A silence fell between them. After a bit, the silence became too much for Sonea. "To answer your previous question, the reason I know some other things about Voldemort that I can't say is because-" Sonea debated telling a man, who was still practically a stranger to her, about something that she hadn't even told her parents about for years. They wouldn't believe her. "I just do." She wasn't making things any better but she didn't care too much. If he wanted to get the information out of her, than he would have to treat her like an equal. Not a student.
"If I promised not to tell anyone who didn't need to know, would you tell me?" Sonea could see the truth in his eyes as clearly as it rang in her voice.
"No." Sonea couldn't tell a complete stranger. No matter how trust worthy he seemed.
"What if I promised that and- depending on what you tell me- I could tell you who your father is." That caught Sonea's attention. She quit glaring at him but kept an impassive face. "We could ask your mother," Dumbledore suggested.
"She doesn't want to talk about it. I've asked her before," Sonea told him as she lost faith in his bargain.
"Will you let me ask her?" He looked directly at her. Sonea couldn't help be feel like she could trust him. But she needed to know something first.
"Why do you want me to know my father? Was he important?" Dumbledore smiled a small, almost sad, smile.
"Yes, he's very important Sonea. And you need to know." She couldn't continue to look at him.
"Do whatever you want, Professor. I'm just going along with this like a good student." As if she knew what was about to happen, Ren came down the stairs.
"Anything else to drink, Professor Dumbledore?" She asked with her warm smile.
"No thank-you Ren. But I do have a question for you."
"Oh, of course! What would you like to know?" Her smile stayed in place. Sonea almost felt bad that Dumbledore was about to ruin her happy little fantasy about her first husband not existing.
"Does Sonea know who her father is?" The calm way he asked it stunned Ren. Her smile froze in place before it fell. Warily, she looked form Dumbledore to Sonea and back.
"No" she said slowly. "I haven't told her."
"Could you please tell her now? She'd prefer it if you told her versus me informing her."
"I-I don't think that it's necessary. She's still only-"
"Fourteen soon to be fifteen," Sonea said cutting into the discussion. She never did like it when adults talked about her like she wasn't in the room. "Going into my fifth year of school, at a new school, coming from a school where I was the smartest girl. I think that finding out about my father will be okay for me to hear. It's not like one of my teachers is my father." Sonea paused for a second. "Right?" she added looking at Dumbledore. That would just be weird.
He nodded with a smile. "That's correct." She nodded back then turned her attention back to her mother who had paled quite a bit.
"So?" Sonea urged. She watched as her mother swallowed hard.
"W-well… your father is— don't be upset—I meant to tell you—but…" Sonea wanted to shake the answer out of her.
"Go on," Dumbledore urged her quietly.
"Well, Sonea, your father is—was—He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."