"So you're not Rayna?" The man clarified again as he was curled up onto the couch. After groaning on the ground for several minutes, the girls had helped him to his feet before depositing him on a questionable looking couch. They preferred to stand. The only thing welcoming in the room was the fire in the hearth. The girls stood with their back to it to warm up before they made their leave.

"I'm her daughter." Loralei told him yet again, sounded a bit exasperated. "Were you her lover?"

"You're Rayna's daughter?" He looked like he was in shock.

Katie let out an annoyed sigh. "Yes. We've been over this. Did you fuck Rayna or not? Preferably in the later part of nineteen fifty-nine."

Loralei looked at Katie. "Have you ever tried to get people to talk before?"

"Yeah, usually all it takes if flashing a little cleavage, but since he might be your dad, I don't feel so comfortable with that." Katie replied, showing no signs that she was joking.

Loralei turned back to the man who she believed to be her father. "Look, we don't have all that much time to spend here, so if you don't feel like answering these questions, we'll go on our way." Loralei nodded to Katie to start walking to the door.

"Wait!" He called, reaching for her as if he could stop her from leaving.

The girls stopped, pausing for a second before turning back around. "Did you have sex with Rayna Vale?" Loralei asked yet again. Her patience was waning.

"Yes. Unless something was going on that I didn't know about, I was her only." He paused for a second. "You look just like her. Just like her."

"So in all likely hood, you are my father?" Loralei asked. "How did you not know?"

"She left in the early spring." He told her. "She never told me."

"What was your relationship with her?" Loralei asked.

He sighed, still shaking slightly. "At first she was my fortune teller, then my friend, then...well, you know."

"But why did she choose you?" Loralei asked. He was much older than Rayna was from what Loralei could tell. He looked old enough to be Loralei's grandfather, of course this was twenty years ago, Loralei didn't know who he was back then, but he seemed on the borderline of insanity. A part of her wondered what made him so special to make a veela fall for him.

"I don't know. Would you ask her for me?"

"She's dead." Loralei told him. "She's been dead for a long time. Most of my life, actually."

Niklaus Eichmann's face fell. "What?"

"She's dead." Loralei told him. "That's why I found you. What happened in the time between she ran away from her village healthy, and returning years later dying."

"She left. I haven't seen her in decades." Niklaus told her. "You look just like her."

"I figured since you totally attacked me with your mouth." Loralei told him. "Well, thanks for your time." She turned again, resuming her walk for the door.

"Wait!" He called again. "If you are my daughter, can I at least talk to you for a minute?"

Loralei paused before turning back around "I don't know. We're supposed to be in the Norwegian mountains looking for the Veela tribe." Loralei told him. "You were just a lead I wanted to follow up on."

"You speak like you're investigating something." He said.

"I am. I'm investigating who my parents could be." Loralei told him. "I'm sorry, but we've spent a lot of time here, we should be going now."

"Please, give me your name." He said.

"Loralei Potter, as I said before." Loralei told him before sighing. "But Rayna gave me the name Snow Vale."

"Can I contact you?" He asked her.

Loralei looked at the sad man in front of her. She felt sorry for him. He lived in a house that was once beautiful, but now almost in ruins. She didn't know what made his life like this. She felt sorry for him, even if she didn't know him. He was a pitiful creature.

"Yes." She walked over to the desk and reached for a pen before writing down everything a muggle would need to contact her. She'd ask Remus and Sirius to send all muggle mail to her at Hogwarts.

"Send me a letter, I'll do my best to reply."

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"How much farther?" Loralei whined two days later as they climbed a trail. They were surrounded by trees, only a compass, and map to tell them where they were going. Frost and snow were on the trail, making their footfalls crunch on the ground.

"I don't know." Katie told her honestly. "The sun's going down. We should probably find a place to set up the tent." She paused, stopping her walking to look at it closer. "There should be a clearing in a half mile or so that should be a good place."

Loralei nodded. "That sounds fine." She muttered. "The sooner the better." Loralei didn't like camping very much. She missed showers, and not having to heat up water to take a bath.

"Do you want the first bath tonight, or shall I?" Katie asked after a few minutes.

"You can." Loralei told her. "I don't really care. I'm ready for this to be done."

Katie laughed. "You were the one that wanted to do this. I believe I should be the whiney one."

"I thought it would go faster than this." Loralei told her.

"Well, there's a reason why 'fantasy' and 'reality' mean two different things." Katie bumped her hips against Loralei's. "Lighten up, we're meeting your grandfather soon."

"How are you so happy right now?" Loralei asked. "Are you, like, on uppers all the time?"

"High on life. Everyday I'm here means I'm not dead, and you know what? I find that pretty damn great. I like living. I hope to live until I'm really old. Like, no longer pretty old. Super old. Older than Dumbledore, old."

Loralei laughed. "Don't we all?"

They went back to not talking as they kept walking. They walked until they saw a clearing ahead, and when they got there, Loralei set up the spacious wizard tent while Katie set up wards so nothing would come out to harm them, then they ate a meal of dried fruit and granola bars and they took turns taking a bath before falling into uneasy sleep. Neither could sleep well on their cots, even with a little fire in a metal bowl to keep them warm.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Loralei woke up Katie, reaching over and shaking her by the arm.

"What?" Katie groaned.

Loralei's hand clapped over Katie's mouth, as she made a "cut it" motion over her neck at the same time as someone entered the tent. No, there was more than one person entering the tent as the girls reached for their wands, but it was too late. Hands covered their mouths as they tried to scream while other hands grabbed their wands from them.

They were yelled at in another language as they were pulled from their beds. Powder was blown into their faces, knocking them out.

When they woke up they were being carried through the forest, and though their minds were awake, their bodies were sluggish and weak, and couldn't stop the people who were carrying them wherever they were going. They didn't even have the strength to lift their heads to see where they were headed.

At some point they heard cheering in another language, and the aurors were dropped to their knees in front of a throne, a person behind each of the aurors to keep them stable enough to kneel in front of their chief.

"Part veelas, what are you doing here?" The chief asked in English.

Loralei tried to speak, but the only sound that came out was garbled speech. Sounds, but no words could be matched to them. She couldn't see anything but a chair made of vines with a high back. A vine throne. A man with long blonde hair sat in it wearing furs to keep the cold off his skin.

His eyes focused on Loralei. "Snow?"

A/N: I couldn't upload this chapter earlier because this site wasn't letting me update this story, but it is now! This would have been uploaded earlier if I could! So sorry!

Jordan Lynn 7: Thank you :) Yes, poor Loralei. That man is her father!

Griffinclaw: Yes, she does! Thank you so much :) I'll be sad when I end this too!

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Kat