Ginny's POV
"Shut up, Ron....." I groaned as an annoying tapping rang through my head. "I said shut up!!" Suddenly I shot up in anger, then mouth dropped open in surprise. A golden eagle perched on my window. Slowly, as if in a dream, I walked over, and pulled the window open. The large bird bowed its head as I gently pulled a yellowed letter from its claws. In awe, I stroked the long neck of the eagle. When I slit open the envelope, I leapt back in surprise.
Dear Daughter,
I know you believe you are Ginny Weasley. I am so sorry that you have been told this lie. You are Merope Eileen Snape. The reason that I did not raise you is that your "mother" wiped my memory and stole you, after her child was stillborn, and another boy. Please do not tell your friends of this, they may have a different reaction than what you may expect. Merope, I love you and always have. If you want, you could burn this letter and send Adonis away. You could pretend I never sent this. But if you accept me, just apparate to Spinners End, and meet me there.
Love, Your Father,
Severus Snape.

Snape is my dad. It kinda makes sense, because you can't just have six boys, then one girl. It's impossible. I gave the golden eagle a piece of chicken, and apparated. Reeling, I gasped at the sight around me. The house was crumbling down slowly, there were knife marks on the walls, and blood on the ceiling. Is this where Sna- Father- grew up?!! "Dad? DAD?!!" I called, my voice shaking in fear. Is he safe? Moans echoed from an upstairs corridor, so I ran up. "Merope..." Chills went up my spine, as I saw Dad collapsed on the cold floor. He had blood dripping from a wound on his head, and his nose looked broken. "Daddy..?!" His eyes rolled up and widened at the tears rolling down my face. "Who did this?!?!!!?!?!!!!" I murmured quietly, terrified. "Albus did it, Merope. The man I trusted." Nervously, I padded to Dad's side. "Episky." Cracks resounded through the room as his bones snapped into place. Suddenly he leapt up. "I have to tell you something, Merope. Voldemort is good. Dumbledore is bad. My memories came back when he sliced my head open." Shivering, I nodded slightly. "I believe you. The Dumbledore we knew wouldn't do this."
"We must go see Tom, Merope. I have to tell him everything." His voice broke in the middle of his 'heroic' speal. Dad stumbled back, and I caught him just before he fell again. Fumbling for my necklace, I grabbed my wand, and made a Portkey. Holding tight to his hand, we arrived at Malfoy Manor.