The short life of Kyrah Swanson

Chapter 11 | Year One

     "Good evening Kyrah, please sit down." He indicated towards a chair opposite him, his desk between the two of them. Kyrah walked towards the chair noticing all the portraits of the previous headmasters.

     Phineas Nigellus gave an audible snort as he caught Kyrah's eye, frowning she sat down and averted her eyes down at her hands, why was she so nervous. Finally looking up she saw Professor Dumbledore quietly looking at her over his half-moon spectacles, his eyes were a piercing blue, it gave off a feeling that he was x-raying her.

     "Professor Blanc came to see me yesterday." He started to say and she felt her heart dropping like a stone, she only stared at him not saying a word.

     "She brought it under my attention about your parentage and also about a prophecy made by a French seer, Aimee Augustine; I doubt you have heard of her." 

     The name did sound awfully familiar as though it was a long lost friend that she had when she was younger, Kyrah noticed that Professor Dumbledore was still staring at her, as though reading her mind.

     "Professor, what ... what prophecy?" she asked tentatively. A sad shadow crossed his face but it disappeared almost immediately.

     "Alas my dear, in due course I will tell you, but not now." He said, "But before you continue on to your normal life at Hogwarts, I must bid you to tell no one about your parentage. Gillert Grindelwald was a dark wizard, he murdered wizards and muggles alike, it would put your life in danger if anyone knew that he had a daughter, especially if word got out to the people who despised him."

     "I didn't even know he was my dad until a few days ago, Professor," Kyrah replied, "Why would I want to mention him to anyone?"

     "Blood," Dumbledore said, "Is thicker than water, Miss Swanson."

     "But Professor I've already told Cole and Beatrice." she said.

     A small smile appeared on Professor Dumbledores' face, "Yes, so you have. But I think we can trust them, don't you?"

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     When Kyrah returned to the Slytherin common room just after midnight the room was almost empty, except for Beatrice and Cole. They sat at the farthest table in a secluded corner, whispering and looking up when she entered the room.

     "There you are!" Cole breathed a sigh of relieve as Beatrice rolled her eyes at him.

     "I told him you'd be okay but he was freaking out!" she said to Kyrah. She smiled a huge smile before settling between them.

     "What did Professor Dumbledore want?" they ask in unison. She looked at her two friends and saw that they were worried about her; at that moment she admired these two friends, they were still talking to her even when her father was a dark wizard, or the darkest wizard of the era depending on how you looked at it.

     Kyrah looked at both of them, "I'll explain everything later but first we need to find out who Aimee Augustine is." They both look at her then at each other, puzzlement in their eyes.

     "Wait!" both Beatrice and Kyrah turned to stare at Cole, he smiled his devilish smile as he got up and started jogging towards the boys dormitories, "Just wait I think I might know!" and dashed up the stairs taking them two at a time. 

     Before they can so much as exchanged dazed looks at each other, they could hear Cole running down the stairs, holding in his hand a battered old book.