She was thought to be dead by her father and the whole world. They were all wrong. She wakes up from her slumber of fifty years and finds that everything has changed. She's the only one who hasn't. Deanna Dumbledore is back for a new journey with ne...
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"Deanna? Are you okay?" Pomona rested a hand on Deanna's shoulder.
Deanna jumped in surprise at the touch and she relaxed once she saw it was only Pomona. She had been on edge ever since seeing Voldemort the previous night. She couldn't sleep at all because she kept on thinking about how Voldemort got into Hogwarts. "Pommy, you surprised me."
"Are you okay, Dee?" Pomona said worriedly. "You're out of it today. Did something happen?"
"No, nothing." Deanna immediately answered while looking away from her. "I just... miss Hermione." At least, she didn't lie.
"You really like Miss Granger." Pomona laughed when Deanna's cheeks flushed red again. "I'm happy for you, Dee."
Deanna's eyes softened and she wrapped an arm around the head of her House. "Thank you, Pommy. I am happy." She checked the time. "Well, I have to go get ready now, Pommy. See you!"
"See you." Pomona watched her run off with a smile. She knew there was something else bothering Deanna, but talking about Hermione Granger seemed to take away those worries immediately. Deanna had a new light in her life in the form of Hermione, and she just hoped this light was here to stay because Deanna had gone through too much heartbreak already.
Deanna stopped at the Headmaster's office where the gargoyle automatically moved for her, not even waiting for the password. "Thank you, good sir." She winked at him and started her way up the stairs. "Pops, I'm here."
"Hello, love." Dumbledore smiled widely and kissed her on the cheek. "Have you eaten already?"
"Not yet, Pops. I wanted to eat with you." Deanna said cheerfully.
Dumbledore chuckled and stood up. "Then, let me get some from the kitchen, love. Stay here." He went out of the office, leaving Deanna to her thoughts. She wondered if she should tell Dumbledore about what happened the previous night. If she did tell him, he could do something to make Hogwarts more secure and prevent Voldemort from coming into the school, but she shook her head. It was better to keep it to herself for now.
"Love, I got your hotdogs." Dumbledore came in with plates in hand. Deanna cleared her mind and grinned, immediately digging into her food. Yes, this was for the better. It was a secret she must bear alone, and it was not like it was going to happen again... right?
