"It's magnificent, though," I heard someone say. "Harry isn't the only one who has Voldemort possessing him. What if there are others?"

"No." I recognize the voice of Dumbledore. "I think there's a reason she's being possessed. She's related to him somehow, I just don't know what. And it's not magnificent."

My eyes were closed and they seemed stuck like that. When I tried to open them, nothing happened. How wonderful. 

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant it's a wonder to the Wizarding Community." The voice reminds me of Professor Flitwick. 

"But still." Professor McGonnogal. "The poor girl doesn't deserve something as horrid as this."

"Yes, I know," Dumbledore agreed quietly. 

I opened my mouth to try and say something, but nothing came out except a deep breath. 

"She's awake," Severus. Why was he here? Wasn't he on Fathers side? Or was he simply this good at acting?

My mind was kind of blurry, so I wasn't too sure what was going on. Were they talking about me?

I feel a hand on my wrist. "Are you alright, Miss Vallee?" It was Dumbledore.

I feel a liquid burning down my throat. I start to cough, but someone shuts my mouth for me. 

"Get off!" I exclaim and sit up, coughing up a storm. I open my eyes and see Severus with a sly smirk on his face. 

"Oh, Severus, not now," Professor McGonnogal exclaims. 

He frowns and places a bottle back on his shelf. I'm in his office, sitting on his desk. 

"Why am I here?" I ask.

"You passed out," Dumbledore says. Carefully. He's trying not to make me mad. But why?

"Why did I pass out?"

"Are you playing dumb?" Snape asks.

I flinch. "Why would I-" but I stop myself. The last thing I need is Snape running to Father because I betrayed him. So I think and think about what I remember last. Then it hits me. How I ran from Harry, leaving him with a baffled and hurt expression. How I yelled at Dumbledore and defied him. I run a hand through my hair. "I'm so sorry," I breathe. "Why did that happen? What's wrong with me?"

Dumbledore sits against the desk and places his hand on mine. He looks at me with watery blue eyes. "Don't fret, Vallee. Just tell us everything you know."

"Everything about what?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

Dumbledore stands and starts pacing the room in a circle. Minerva opens her mouth to reply for him, but he holds up a hand to her. "Miss Vallee, I need to know everything you know about Voldemort."

My eyes widen. "But- but that's a lot. I can't explain it all in one day!"

"Then don't," Dumbledore says, coming back over to me. "You can take some time. We just need to know." Now he's right in front of me. "We need to know that we're safe."

I gulp. "He's going to attack in two days. He- he's-" I stop myself. He has raised me and provided me with practically everything could wish for. Yes, he wants to kill Harry, but Harry wants to kill him. So should I really spill that he's dying? 

"He's what?" Snape asks, staring at me with stern black eyes.

"He's wanting to have me take Harry to the edge of the dark forest for him." I immediately feel guilty, but I would have felt that way anyhow. 

"Is Harry still protected?" Professor McGonnogal asks. "You know, by his mother?"

"I'm not sure," Dumbledore murmurs, staring at me curiously. "Vallee, why are you in such contact with him?"

"He- well, he-" I groan and squeeze my eyes shut. "He's my father."

I hear a couple of gasps. I open my eyes and see Dumbledore rubbing his forehead. This scared me. He never lost his cool. Why was he now? "What?" I ask.

"I had no idea he would be able to have a child," Dumbledore murmured. "Who's your mother? Bellatrix LeStrange?"

"No. I'm not literally his child. I- well, he sort of created me," I whisper back.

His eyebrows raise. "I didn't even know that was possible. Did you, Severus?"

I looked at him and he shook his head. 

"So you were not aware of Miss Vallee's relationship with Voldemort?"

"I just assumed she was adopted and he gave her wizarding powers." He actually looked like he was telling the truth.

Dumbledore walks away from him and starts pacing again. "How did our security not catch this?"

"Why was she placed in Gryffindor?" Filius Flitwick asked. "Surely she should have been placed in Slytherin."

"Are you disgracing my House?" Severus asked slowly, trying to control his temper. It wasn't working very well. 

"Vallee's parents don't necessarily affect her character," Dumbledore said quietly. "Get Harry, Filius."

"But, Professor," he started, but Dumbledore cut him off.

"Get him," he repeated.

Flitwick sighed but did as he was told. 

"How did the Sorting Hat not suspect anything?" Minerva asked fretfully.

"I put a spell on it," I said as quietly as possible. I said I would tell them everything, but I never said I would be proud of it all.

I look up to find Dumbledore blinking at me, dumbfounded. 

"How did you do that?" Snape asks intently.

I flinch. "Voldemort gave me a spell," I squeek. I clear my throat, unsure how I made that noise. 

"How incredible," Dumbledore mumbles. He comes closer and looks at me as if I'm some sort of science experiment. "How does he know this magic and we don't?" He looks sharply at Severus.

His eyes widen and he shrugs. "Professor, honestly, I have no idea. He has never mentioned anything of the sort to me. perhaps he doesn't trust me as much as I thought..."

"Honestly, Severus!" Minerva exclaimed. "Now is not the time to worry about that! We'll soon be attacked!"

Snape looked at her, shocked.

Even now, in these dark times, it was kind of humoring to see him so distressed. He was always as calm as a cucumber. Also, he always scolded students so it was kind of ironic for him to be scolded instead. 

He frowned and resumed being silent.

Flitwick arrived again, Harry trailing obliviously behind him. 

"Harry," I breathe, hopping off the desk and embracing him. 

"Oh, Vallee, I'm so, so sorry," he whispers into my ear. "I was so horrible."

"You were," I breathe with amusement.

I hear Dumbledore clear his throat. 

"Sorry," I reply immediately. A wave of nauseousness hits me. I sway a little and things get dizzy.

I feel strong hands grip my waist and sit me down.

I close my eyes and I eventually feel still again. "Why does that happen to me?"

"We're not sure," Dumbledore said. I like Dumbledore. He's very wise and kind and grandfather-like. 

"Is there anything to stop it?" I ask.

The professors all glance at each other. I bury my face in my hands and start crying. Why me? Why did I have to be in this position? If only... if only...

I'll try to update this week! Are you enjoying it?

-Blu