Top Secret

by Shealtiel

Rated: T for sexual references, adult themes, violence and mild coarse language

Summary: "Oak, fourteen inches, unpliant and resilient, excellent for Transfiguration with a knack for Charms. Veela hair core."

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Thursday, November 6th, 1975

4:12pm

Professor Dumbledore's Office

I'm already back here. Sigh.

I'll explain later. Professor Dumbledore said I should record our conversation so I can go back and look at it again later if I need to. I don't know why… anyway, here goes.

Professor Dumbledore: Were you having any trouble with your magic over the summer Miss Lonsdale?

Rose: Nope. I'm underage, I can't use magic outside of school.

PD: Of course. There weren't any occurrences similar to the Quidditch incident a couple of weeks ago? Or like when you were a child, before you knew you were a Witch?

R: No, not that I can think of.

PD: I see. I hope you don't mind me asking Rose, but you are a Muggle-born, are you not?

R: Um… to be honest Professor, I have no idea.

PD: You do live with your parents, yes?

R: Yes sir, but I'm adopted. My parents don't know who my biological parents are. They adopted me from an orphanage when I was about four months old.

PD: I see. You wouldn't happen to know where that orphanage is, would you Rose? Or even a name, perhaps?

R: Um, I could find out if you like.

PD: Yes, I think that would be wise. If you could also find out the name of the person who was running the orphanage at that time, that would be most helpful.

R: I can ask my parents.

PD: That is all I ask. Now, I was wondering if you could remember anymore about that curious wand of yours.

R: Um, nothing more than I told you that first time we spoke in Second Year, sir.

PD: That's quite alright. And you wouldn't have written anything about it in that diary of yours?

R: Uh, nothing more than what I've already told you Professor.

PD: Of course, of course. The reason I ask, you see Rose, is that I am searching for information on the Veela whose hair happens to be the core of your wand. Or rather, I'm trying to find out whether that Veela is the same one I'm searching for.

R: Actually Professor, I think I remember Mr. Ollivander saying something about the Veela. He said the wand was very rare because the hair was from the Veela who started a feud between two Wiz–

PD: Yes Miss Lonsdale?

R: I'm sorry Professor, I just remembered what it was that Mr. Ollivander told me. It didn't mean anything to me at the time, because I knew next to nothing about the Wizarding World.

PD: And now?

R: This Veela hair is from the Veela who sparked the feud between Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. She was the reason they began fighting in the first place, because they were both in love with her. That's what Mr. Ollivander had said to me.

Now Professor Dumbledore is just sitting with his hands steepled and not saying anything. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now.

PD: Thank you for remembering that Rose. That is very important information.

R: Am I allowed to know why Professor?

PD: Not just yet, I think. But soon. Very soon. For now, if you would be so kind as to write to your parents as soon as you are able to find out the details of where you spent the first months of your life, that would be very helpful.

R: Of course Professor. I'll write to them tonight.

PD: Thank you Rose. You may go.

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6:18pm

Great Hall

Okay, so I've gotta try and write this while I tell Lily what happened, because she'll murder me if I don't explain to her right now what happened. I wish she would be more like Georgia sometimes: polite and patient.

So we were in Defence Against the Dark Arts and Professor Turnball (what is with all these new DADA professors?) was asking us to perform a simple shield spell (easy, obviously) and then he put us in pairs and had us practicing how to do shield spells while our partner was actually attacking us with a spell. So he paired me with Sirius, because we're the best students in the class, and so then I was throwing Stun Spells at him, and he was blocking them pretty easily (because, like I said, it's an easy spell)

Anyway, then he started shooting spells at me, and when I said the Protego incantation, my shield threw his spell back at him and kind of exploded at him and knocked him out! I swear, I'm gonna hurt someone really bad one day!

He's fine now, thankfully, but Professor Turnball sent an owl to Dumbledore immediately, who then had me come up to his office. Except he was waiting for me this time. And then we had that fully weird conversation that I don't understand the relevance of in the least.

So anyway, I'm writing to my parents now. Dumbledore seems really interested in all this information, I hope Mum and Dad can remember it all. And I hope they write back quickly, because I really want to know what all this is about. Why is any of this stuff important, about the orphanage I lived in for a couple months, or the person who was there running it? And what does all this Veela stuff have to do with me?

Still, I can't believe I never realised before about Gryffindor and Slytherin. Lily's pretty amazed, but Georgia can't even believe it. She's a half-blood, so she's always known about the Four Founders. She keeps touching my wand and looking dazed, kind of like she's star struck I guess, like how Muggle girls go all crazy over clothes that John Lennon or George Harrison supposedly wore.

It is pretty crazy to think that I have the hair of a Veela who lived that long ago in my wand. How did Gregorovitch even get it? It's pretty mind-blowing.

Anyway, Sebastien wrote me a couple days ago and I haven't had a chance to write back just yet, so I've gotta do that, plus I have a foot long essay to finish for Transfiguration tomorrow. So I've gotta scarf down the rest of my dinner and get to it so I have time to get up to the owlery before curfew. I've got a bunch of other work too, so off I go. Sigh. Homework sucks.

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11:32pm

Gryffindor Fifth Year Girls' Dormitory

I'm a champion. Got all my work done and can now enjoy my weekend properly! Hooray for me!

Well, as long as I don't get loaded down with more tomorrow. Which is a distinct possibility around here.

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