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Claimer: I do own Misty, Annabelle, and a few others to come later. I also own most of this story idea; however I will interject some of the things from the actual stories. But I'm only borrowing.

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Chapter 8: The Meeting of Questions

At 11:45pm the five Gryffindors left through the portrait hole and hurried off to the headmaster's office. "What do you think is going on?" Ginny asked as they ducked behind suits of armor to avoid being seen by Filtch and Mrs. Norris. "I'm not sure Gin, but I think we need to hurry," Harry said as the man left and they sprinted the last few yards to the headmaster's office. "Password please?" asked the Gargoyle guarding the entrance. "Cauldron cakes," Harry said as the statue moved and the five moved up the stairs. They stopped just short of the door when they heard voices from the other side.

Inside the office

"I can not believe you are going to allow her to tell them all of this!" exclaimed a very livid voice. "Now, Now my dear you know as well as I that when the girl gets and idea in her head you can't get it out," said a very calm voice, "Besides that I think it would greatly assist Harry in his quest." "Enough with that bloody quest! That's all you two ever talk about and I can't stand it!" The two voices were both sounding very frustrated with each other. "Come on now you know that Harry must be told of some of these things. How else will he ever be able to piece everything together." "But this is way beyond that!" came the shrill voice again. "There is also the girl's prophecy to think about too," said the calm voice. At this last snip of information the angry voice seemed to loose a bit of its venom.

"Very well, I must admit that you do have a valid point. Though that does not rectify the fact that I have never approved of what you and this child seem to think what necessary information is." "As much as I love the fighting over me," came the sarcastic tone of a third voice, "I believe this conversation should be put on hold till another time because we have guests at the door." With that the door to the office swung open and the five Gryffindors fell to the floor. "My goodness!" exclaimed the voice of a very surprised McGonagall. "My, my," said the voice of Professor D. Shani, "I would have certainly thought that my mother would have taught her precious Gryffindors more manners." "W-Where very sorry Professors," Hermione stammered as she crawled out of the pile, "We didn't mean to eavesdrop. W-we just didn't want to interrupt." "Wait a minute," Harry said as he and the others got to their feet, "Forget about eavesdropping. Did you just say mother!?" "First of all Mr. Potter it is always essential to maintain ones manners. Secondly Mr. Potter, yes I did say mother," stated D. Shani.

"Is this some kind of cruel joke," Ron said to Harry more than anyone else but was heard just the same. "I a sure you that it is not," McGonagall said her temper rising, "Annabelle is indeed my daughter and I would think you to remember who you are talking to." "That was rude Ron," Ginny said as she hit him upside the head. "Five points from Gryffindor for that comment Mr. Weasely," said D. Shani before turning to McGonagall, "Mother I do believe you are letting to much get to you. Might I remind you that you normally would not show off this famous Scottish temper because of a child's thoughtless comment? You really shouldn't let things get under your skin in times like these. Why don't you go to the private quarters and get your composure back." "That is not necessary Annabelle. I'm fine," said the transfiguration's teacher. "I'm terrible sorry Professors," Ron said timidly. All he got was a menacing glare from McGonagall, so he shrunk behind Hermione and Neville.

D.Shani turned back to McGonagall and began to speak again. "Now that you have calmed down will you please see to the necessary arrangements?" McGonagall nodded, pulled out her wand, and proceeded to put silencing charms all around the office. When she had finished she conjured herself a chair and sat down behind Professor D. Shani, who was seating in the headmaster's chair writing letters. When she had finished writing she looked back at the children, though they couldn't really tell because of the hood.

"Now that we are sure no one will interrupt us. I believe you have quite a few questions for me." "You think?" Harry exclaimed his mind racing with questions and confusion. "Please do sit down," said the professor as she conjured five chintz armchairs, "I feel we will be here awhile so let me get some refreshments." "The professor snapped her fingers and a small house elf appeared with a loud 'pop.' "Yes Mistress," the elf said as it bowed low to the ground. "Misty will you please get us six hot chocolates, a cup of tea, and some ginger newts?" "Yes ma'am right a way. Misty will be back fast." With that the elf disappeared with another loud 'pop.'

"While we're waiting for Misty," Professor D. Shani said eyeing the five children that were still standing, "please sit down and start your many questions. We will answer them with as much as we think you should know." The five students sat down and continued to stare at their teachers for a few more minutes before Harry asked the first question. "I want to know how you are the Professor's daughter and who your father is?" he said bluntly looking from one teacher to the other wondering who would answer. He was surprised to here light laughter coming from the Defense teacher.

"Do I really need to inform you of how a child is created and born Potter?" the teacher asked sarcastically. "No, but well…you see…its just that the Professor doesn't seem like the kind of person to well do something like this, or maybe she does," Harry said as he started to think back on some certain memories. "No need to continue your thought Potter. Let's just say for now I am much like you. I never really knew much about my identity and am still trying to find it. As you five may not understand I was sent to an orphanage as a baby and did not find out about my birth parents for many years. Now to answer the other half of your question, my father is the great and powerful wizard Albus Dumbledore!" She said this last sentence with so much excitement and admiration that the children did not know what to make of it and just stared at her.

"You truly flatter me dear one, for I never thought myself as that grand, and I certainly was not a proper father to you." said the voice of Dumbledore's portrait. "Oh. But it is true father. Only someone with your great power and intellect could come up with a plan such as this! You were also a great father in the fact that you did what any sane person under yours and mother's situation should do to keep a child safe. I owe you my life many times over, and for that you were an excellent father." At this revelation from his daughter the twinkle, that was apparent even in a portrait, in the man's eye shown more brightly than Harry had ever seen it. "Thank you so much dear Belle. I was and am even in death truly honored to have a daughter like you," said Albus. "It is nothing father. I only wish that I might have been able to spend more than only a few years with you and mother." At this the defense teacher started to loose the excitement in her voice, "But I do understand that what my dear-w-what he did was to keep the world safe, and for that and many other things I will always love him." "You have proven yourself again wise beyond your years dear child, and this makes me very proud."

Everyone seemed to suddenly get very quite before the silence was broken by the house elf. "Mistress Belle, Misty is returning with the drinks and cookies," said the elf as she walked around the room distributing the refreshments. "Thank you Misty, you may go back to your rooms now," D.Shani said as she took her cup from the elf. "Yes Mistress. Just call if yous be needin' me again." With that the little elf turned around and headed toward one of the private rooms. After watching the elf leave the teacher turned back toward the children and said, "Now that we have sustenance you may continue with you questions." She took a sip of her drink and waited for one of the children to speak. She was hoping someone would ask the right question, and she didn't have to wait long.

Looking at her cup for a few minutes Hermione lifted her head and said, "I would still like to know more about this whole Dumbledore, McGonagall, and you family thing that we've just heard about." Harry looked up at his professors and toward the portrait on the wall before he said, " I want to know more about this too." "Then I believe that Minervra and Belle should start from the beginning," said Dumbledore as he nodded to the two teachers staring at him, "If you would please McGonagall." She nodded toward the portrait, then walked over to a wardrobe and pulled the pensive out. She walked back to the desk and sat it down, then reaching from her robes she pulled out some vials and poured the contents into the silver basin. As the contents began to swirl in the basin McGonagall but her lip and said, "I really do not think the children should be watching these memories Albus. They are our private memories." "Do you always have to be a wet blanket mother?" D.Shani asked getting a very venomous look from the transfiguration teacher. Clearly not scared of the look the defense Professor continued. "Besides I have wanted to know some of these things myself for 28 years!" "Fine we'll just get this over with," McGonagall said as she stared back into the basin. D.Shani looked back at the group and asked, "Are you coming or not?" The children continued to stare in disbelief at what they were witnessing and about to do. They slowly shook their heads and started to move toward the two professors. "Now join hands and keep close," McGonagall said as they all looked down at the basin and then dived in.

Oh what will they see? Is the DADA teacher really Dumbledore's daughter? Answers will be given in time.

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