THE Ravenclaw

Remember your roots -Chapter 11

Authors Note
~Thank you all so much for the support on the story, im so glad you are enjoying it! I am going to try to upload a new chapter everyday, I'm so sorry if I miss a day, im also working on The Last of the Blacks atm! Love you all so much, and stay tuned! ~
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Proffessor Dumbledore insisted that Phoebe go to bed, as they had told her that they hadnt yet been told much about the situation.

But Phoebe had a creeping sensation that they knew much more than they let on.

When she asked about her sister, Dumbledore replied with a sorry tone much unlike the usual one he had, and the familiar twinkle in his eye had dissappeared.

Dumbledore had nodded at Proffessor Mcgonagoll as if to say:

The girl cannot know, only when the time is right,

But what wasnt she allowed to know? Whatever it was, she would find out, and stop it.

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Phoebe woke up early, which was rare.

She put on her silk robes, and her long white socks and hurried down the corridor to find Proffessor McGonagall. She knew when Dumbledore set his mind to something, it was rare that he changed it.

Maybe McGonagall was different?

As she arrived outside the transfiguration classrooms door she cleared her throat and put on a smile, which was hard to conceive in dark and gloomy times.

"Good morning Proffessor," She said in a forced bright and cheery tone. "I was wondering, about last night, if you knew anything more-"

"Ms. Anne, we have already informed you of all the details in which you need to know, I'm afraid we have nothing more to say. Now please hurry down to the Great Hall, I wouldnt want you to be late."

So it is true, Phoebe thought, reflecting on what Proffessor McGonagall had said.

We have already informed you of all the details in which you need to know,

Phoebe raced down to the Great Hall excited but worried, trying to gather all of her friends. Rose, Emmie, Terry, the whole lot of them. They had to stop whatever was going on.