Author's Note: I am a merciful author. Generous, open, AND SO ON TIME. IT IS A RECORD TO BE HELD, TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY? CAN THIS BE? CAN THIS REALLY BE? MY OH MY OH MY. Today is a very important chapter. VIC (very important chapter). BEWARE THE SHOCK AND AMAZEMENT AS THE OBVIOUS ZABRINA'S PAST IS REVEALED.

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Chapter 14

During Dumbledore's speech, he explained that the Triwizard Tournament was to be held at Hogwarts this year. Only students seventeen and older could submit their names into the Goblet of Fire. Everyone talked about the previous tournaments after his speech ended.

After her other roommates fell asleep, Zabrina walked downstairs and saw Draco sitting on the couch. She sat down in front of Draco.

"So I heard you were there at the Quidditch World Cup," she said.

"Yeah."

"And I heard the rest of the story."

"Yeah."

"Aren't you worried?"

Draco looked up. "Why, are you?"

"No, I'm just asking."

Draco looked away from Zabrina. "My father was a Death Eater. He barely escaped Azkaban by telling others that he was under the Imperius Curse," Draco smirked. "I think you should be the one worried. You're in the presence of a Death Eater's kid."

"I don't mind you-"

"My father was one of the masked men that night," He said. "He was part of all that chaos. With you not knowing if you're a pure-blood or not, I can't guarantee your safety from him, or other Death Eaters."

"Since when were you so concerned about me?" Zabrina smiled. "Relax Draco, I'll be fine. Now stop loving me."

"I don't-"

"I'm joking, Merlin's beard, can't you take a joke? What's gotten you so serious all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing," he said.

"Well, I'm going up. Goodnight."

"'Night."

Zabrina went back up to her room.

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"Zabrina, are you free right now?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I'm okay right now."

"Good. The Headmaster wishes to see you as soon as possible," the Professor led Zabrina to the Headmaster's office.

"Wait here," she said. A few moments later, she came back telling her to go up.

Zabrina walked up the stairs and entered the office. Hundreds of gadgets were everywhere around the room, and the previous Headmaster and Headmistress's pictures covered the walls.

"Welcome Zabrina," Dumbledore said. "Take a seat."

Zabrina sat on a chair in front of a large desk. "You were looking for me, sir?"

"Yes, I was," he stood up from his chair and walked around the room. "Are you aware of what happened at the Quidditch World Cup a few weeks ago?"

"Yes."

"And do you know what the Dark Mark means?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore sat back down on his chair. "Zabrina, have you ever wondered who your mother was?"

Zabrina startled. "Well, yes, actually. Why?"

Dumbledore didn't say a word but gave her an old yearbook. She opened it and saw the Head Boy and Head Girl's photograph at the top of the page. The Head Boy had dark features, and pale skin. But her attention was fully on the Head Girl. She looked exactly like her, with pale skin, red lips, and deep purple eyes. The only thing that was different was that this Head Girl had auburn hair; Zabrina had midnight-black hair.

"Tom Riddle and Athena Marie," Dumbledore said as he took the yearbook. "The two most remarkable students of their age."

"So Athena Marie married my dad-"

"No Zabrina, Athena didn't even know Remus."

Zabrina sat speechless for a moment. "Then how did she-"

"Lupin raised you ever since you were only a few months old. He found you at a muggle orphanage, and recognized something different about you from your…appearance." He said. "Not many have purple eyes, you know."

"Then who is my dad?"

"As I recall, Athena was still in a relationship with Tom Riddle even after she graduated."

Zabrina touched her ruby. "What does this have anything to do with the Dark Mark?"

"Oh, it has everything to do with the Dark Mark," Dumbledore locked his fingers underneath his chin. "During your second year, the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Do you remember?"

"Yes."

"Well, Harry found a diary in his room one day, and started to write in it. In return, the diary wrote back," Dumbledore saw Zabrina's eyes widen. "It was Tom Riddle's diary."

Zabrina sat still on her seat.

"The diary possessed Ginny Weasley before it met Harry, and took her into the Chamber of Secrets. Harry, in the end, rescued Ginny and destroyed the diary using a basilisk fang.

"In the chamber of secrets, Harry found out the identity of Tom Riddle," Dumbledore now looked straight into Zabrina's eyes. "He is now known as Lord Voldemort."

Zabrina almost fell off her seat.

"Where is she? Athena Marie?"

"Unfortunately, she died the same day the James and Lily died, murdered by an unknown killer." He said as he passed her an old article from the Daily Prophet.

End of the Magical Creature Generation

A farewell too soon, a mystery too hard

On October 31st, Athena Marie was found dead in her apartment. She was murdered by the Killing Curse, but who would do such a thing?

Athena Marie was the heir of all magical creatures. Every creature anyone could name was related to her by blood. Each offspring was gifted with one power their ancestor held, as Athena had the ability to tell the future.

Athena attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was sorted into Gryffindor. She was Head Girl in her last year along with Tom Riddle as Head Boy. The two were known to be engaged, but sudden disappearance of Tom left Athena with despair. She spent her last few years alone in her apartment.

Until last night, just a few hours before the You-Know-Who's downfall, Athena was found murdered in her own apartment. Research shows she was hit by the Killing Curse, but no evidence of the murderer was found…

Zabrina gave Dumbledore back the article.

"This article was never published, due to the popularity of You-Know-Who's presumed death," Dumbledore said.

"Do…Do you know who killed her?"

"It is only a guess, not the truth. I am not positive, myself. There were many people who wished to end the creature bloodline, most we do not know of."

"Why are you telling me this now, Professor?"

"Well, there are quite a few reasons to that. First, it was hard to gather enough evidence that you were, in fact, Athena's daughter, no matter how similar you two look. Second, although I found out much about your past by the first month of your first year, I couldn't figure your relationship with Lupin until your third year. Third, you were too young to know, and you still are. But with what happened at the Quidditch Cup over the summer, I knew we don't have much time until the Dark Lord will rise again, and you must know of your identity."

"So what now, Professor?" Zabrina's voiced was filled with fear.

"Well, that's up to you. But for now, I'll take you back to your Common Room. It's much past curfew," he said and he walked to Zabrina.

"But I-"

"We can talk tomorrow, Zabrina."

Dumbledore didn't say a word on their way to the dungeons.

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Zabrina came in and leaned on the nearest wall. She hugged her knees and gently touched her ruby.

"You're late-"

"Not now Draco," Zabrina's voice shaked. "Please."

"Hey," Draco came up to her. "What happened?"

"It's…" Zabrina sighed. She couldn't possibly tell Draco, not yet.

"It's what?"

"I'll tell you later when it's all settled," Zabrina stood up. "Goodnight."

She went up to her room and sat on her bed. She looked out the window as the blue light came in, shining the dark room. The sky seemed darker than usual, and no stars were to be seen. It was just the moon and her. What had just happened? She sighed. Her dad, Lupin, told her about the terrible things Voldemort had done. He killed countless people, muggle and wizards, in the most inhumane way possible. Only when his victim would beg for death, was when he killed them. Until then, he would torture the poor man either physically or emotionally. She also knew what he had done to Harry Potter, and what Harry Potter had done to him. He killed Harry's parents, and tried to kill Harry as well, although his curse backfired and he was hit by the Killing Curse. Lupin told her all about how Harry lived until now. He lived with his muggle aunt and uncle, barely ate, was blamed for everything, and was separated from the people who loved him. All because of Voldemort, her father.

She felt a pang of guilt. If only Voldemort didn't kill Harry's parents, he wouldn't have to go back to his uncle's house every summer. If only Voldemort didn't kill Harry's parents, Harry would have been living a much happier life than he is now, with his parents. He would celebrate his birthday with his friends and family, spend Christmas together, get on the Hogwarts Express while waving to his mom and dad behind him, and receive the love he needs and deserves. But no, Voldemort had to ruin that, and had to tear his family apart.

Zabrina already knew, or thought she knew, who killed Athena Marie. It was plainly obvious. Voldemort wasn't satisfied with just ruining one family, but he destroyed his own. Well, he wouldn't have known about her since she was in a muggle orphanage ever since she was a baby. He must've ruined countless other's lives as well, thinking about how much damage he brought to just one Harry Potter. The guilt was unbearable. Although it wasn't her who did the killing, she still felt as if she too, was responsible.

Zabrina couldn't sleep all night long and thought to herself in the silence.