A/N: Now, that solves the mystery of why Jaerymiah called her Henria Celeste and Uncle Albus called her Henria Aislinn. But that just means that it is all more complicated for her. Poor Henria. I am pretty excited about this chapter. After I sifted through the mud in my brain, I busted this one out in two nights, which did include typing up. Even reading all that fanfiction and sleeping unreasonably long hours. I have moments of brilliance, however few and far between they are. :D

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Henny, that lucky Penny!

Henria Aislinn Sownbinder

Tap! Tap! Tap!

My hand sluggishly swatted at the bothersome thing currently poking my forehead.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

I growled deeply in sleepy frustration.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Maybe if I move my head away...

Tap! Tap! Tap!

"Prepare for death." I snarled.

"Don't be so dramatic." a familiar voice cut through the tired fog.

"Leave me alone." I rolled away from the voice and relaxed to back to dreamland. I was on the brink of oblivion when I felt a sharp tug on one of my braids.

"Other people need the couch, Henria." Neville sounded like he was trying to hold back a laugh.

"Fine." I pushed my back against the arm of the couch. My knees curled up to my chest and my head rested against the back of the couch, "Better?" I sneered with my eyes still closed. I wiggled into the soft cushion, finding the perfect spot before breathing deeply and relaxing into slumber.

Or that was my plan.

Pain erupted along my scalp as one of my braids was used as a leash. My eyes flew open as I was dragged to the floor. All of my achy joints and bruises were jarred as I landed on the stone floor. A choked cry escaped my throat. I could hear a few sniggers through the blood rushing in my ears.

"I get that I may have punched your face a few times, unprovoked no less, but didn't anyone ever tell you not to pull a girl's hair unless it is for sexual pleasure?" I felt along my scalp for blood. I was honestly trying to cool my anger. It was not working, "Because I am itching to give you a lesson right now." I landed my gaze on his brown eyes.

"Come off it, Sownbinder." he seemed unperturbed by intense staring, so I upped the ante. I glared at him, "Quit your fussing. Let's go to the room." I stood up from the floor. My glare dropped and was replaced with a sinister smirk.

"Aw, my feisty lion. Normally I would have no qualms about that offer, but I am not in the mood at present. Maybe later after I take a nap." I sucked in my bottom lip and sunk my teeth into it. Neville's cheeks were painted light pink, but his chocolate eyes turned a light brown. Do I detect a hint of lust?

"Henria, come on! Dean has come up with something extraordinary." Ginny exclaimed from the portrait hole. I broke my staring contest with Neville and looked her way. Her cinnamon eyes were bright with wonderment.

"Alright, let's go."

I found myself in front of a portrait of a pretty, young girl who had long, auburn hair. Her clear blue eyes twinkled in a familiar way. I felt myself become mesmerized by her peculiar familiarity. I was very confused as to why I wanted to trust her with all my secrets and my life. That was very out of character of me.

"Ariana, this is Henria." Dean was saying, his voice distant in my head.

"Henria, such a pretty name." the pretty girl's voice was soft, "Come to visit my other frame?" I shook my head to clear the hazy feeling.

"Thank you, Ariana. You have a pretty name also." she smiled widely at my words, "Your other frame?"

"Come with me, Henria." Ariana turned and started walking down a path. And then her frame swung open to reveal a passageway.

"Up you go!" two hands gripped my waist and I lifted onto the lip of the entrance.

It was not a long passageway. Our sneakers whispered on the stone floor and we were all in muggle clothing. Our jeans and shirts made no noise in the silent tunnel. The mystery of it all had my heart pounding in my chest. Since I was blindly trusting some kids, I was also wary. I could not shake that I was being led into a trap. I know if I was less paranoid I would not be so tense. If I was less paranoid, I would have been hexed in my sleep in the Slytherin dormitories.

I spotted a sliver of light at the end and licked my dry lips nervously. My heart started to pick up even more speed in my ribcage. I took a deep breathe, but my driving life force would not calm down. To reassure myself, I drew my wand from the waistband of my jeans from yesterday and gripped it tight. I may have a level of understanding with these Gryffindors, but I did not have much trust in them.

I heard a gruff voice come from the other side of the entryway. My steps faltered and Neville brushed past me. A soft hand on my elbow was encouraging me to continue. I swallowed my nerves and moved forward slowly. I heard Neville whisper a greeting. The same gruff voice responded and Neville looked back at me. His reply of affirm had the door opening all the way. Light flooded the tunnel and I had to blink my eyes at the brightness.

After my eyes adjusted, I saw a white haired figure looming at the opening. My knees buckled and I pitched forward. A choked sob tore from my throat. I knew that man! I loved that man! That man was supposed to be DEAD! But my rational part did not come through.

"Uncle Albus?" I nearly sobbed. I was on my hands and knees like I was begging to some muggle God for a miracle. I guess I was begging for a miracle, because if that was not my uncle, I would be broken.

"Uncle?" the deep voice responded confusion wormed its way into his voice, "Come to the light girl. Let me see you." I was frozen in place.

An impatient huff was my only warning before two hands grasped my left forearm and hauled me up. I was numb. I barely registered that Dean was dragging me towards the doorway. When we reached the entrance, I felt my body be shoved through and I fell unceremoniously on the floor. My bruises jarred for a second time this morning. Waking myself from own my own mind, I gingerly rose up and faced a slightly familiar face.

A sharp intake of air made me flinch.

"Aislinn?" the deep voice growled. My chest tightened at my mother's name.

"No." I whispered through my constricted throat.

"You're a spitting image." confusion sparked in his twinkling blue eyes behind half-moon spectacles, "Henria Aislinn?"

"Celeste." I corrected automatically, "If you're not my Uncle Albus, then why are you disguised as him?" I reigned in my emotions and decided to go with anger. Someone was pulling one over my eyes and I did not appreciate the joke.

"Your name is Henria Aislinn." he barked, "Your father may have decided to call you some shit name, but your middle name is Aislinn. And you will not stand there and insult the memory of your mother's name with lies."

"Insult?" I crossed my arms defiantly and lifted my chin slightly, "Just who do you think you are?" a wry smile formed on his lips. Who the hell was this man?

"You get that fire from your mother. She inherited that fire from her hot-blooded Irish mother." his tone was slightly amused. I furrowed my brow in confusion. How did he know all this? "I couldn't control the pair of them to save my life. It didn't help that they were two highly intelligent witches either."

"Stop talking about my mother." I said coldly, "You stop talking about her right this minute." he scoffed at my tone.

"Oh, little girl, we have much to discuss." his laugh held no humor.

"Not until you tell me who the hell you are." my tone remained unchanged.

"Aberforth Dumbledore, your grandfather." he responded with arms held wide. I recoiled like he had punched me in the gut. Neville's arm shot out to prevent me from falling over.

"Screw you and whatever game you are playing with my mind." I regained my composure, "Now, you better tell me who the fuck you are before I hex you under suspicion of being affiliated with You-Know-Who." I snarled at him.

"Henria..." Ginny placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shrugged her off. My so-called grandfather drew his wand and pointed it straight at his heart.

"Ostende partum nomen." he chanted and pulled the tip away from his chest. A strand of red magic tagged along, being pulled from his heart. A flick and the strand formed letters.

Aberforth Dumbledore.

I ignored that for the time being.

"What the hell kind of magic is that?" my eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Ancient, forgotten magic." he grumbled.

Before I could even think of a response, there was a bell to signal the arrival of guests. My hand tightened around my wand.

"Go!" he breathed as he rushed past us to serve his guests.

We four silently gathered into the tunnel and headed back to Hogwarts. I felt a headache coming on.