Power and Persecution [1] || Harry Potter x OC x Draco Malfoy

62. The Truth

DISCLAIMER

I do not own Harry Potter ... but if I did I would have included some basic classes cause like wdym they don't do math?

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Feeding Fawkes was a very quick and simply job.

If one was in a rush, all it entailed was opening a window to let the phoenix out to hunt for his meal.

Bel wasn't in any rush at all, but her curiosity got the best of her.

She had fed Fawkes as quickly as possible, giving Harry and Dumbledore privacy until she could no longer stand it.

There was something telling her the secrecy was for a reason.

Harry might tell her about it all when they next spoke, but Bel had noticed this year that they shared similar traits about hiding things from others.

She didn't feel proud of herself for doing so, but Bel had found herself pressed up against the door at the back of the office, listening for whatever words she could make out.

As a form of punishment, everything was muffled.

She didn't want to crack the old door open even a centimetre, as it would alert both individuals that she had returned.

But after hearing another door open and then close, Bel had decided that Harry must be gone, and it was her turn to speak with the headmaster.

However, as she slowly pushed the door open, she saw that Harry was still stood in the office.

She watched on in silence as her friend walked towards the main office door, strangely holding the diary that belonged to Tom Riddle.

But the words that she finally heard being spoken clearly were a question.

"You will tell her, won't you?" Bel heard Harry ask.

There was a silence.

"You'll tell Bel who she really is."

There was another silence, followed by Harry rushing out of the room.

"So who am I really?" Bel asked as she walked further into the office.

Dumbledore didn't startle at her sudden arrival, or her question.

It was if he already knew she had been there listening.

"Why don't you take a seat, little one", he said softly to her, gesturing to the seat she would always inhabit whenever she came to his office.

Bel slowly lowered herself down, her body sat up straight.

Something was off. Something told her that whatever Dumbledore had to say to her wasn't going to be good.

"I've always been honest with you. But honesty and the truth do not come hand in hand. Sometimes one can still stay true to the former and avoid the latter", Dumbledore started, Bel knowing it was best to simply sit back and listen.

"You met Voldemort last night. And you did so because he wished to meet you. I know you must be curious as to why."

Bel nodded silently; she was indeed curious as to what Voldemort had wanted with her.

"Little is known about the descendants of Salazar Slytherin. The family tree of one of the Hogwarts Four goes back by so many years it is hard to keep track. Especially when so many of that tree has now passed. But what we are aware of is that there are two branches. One side produced Lord Voldemort. And the other ...", Dumbledore started to explain before trailing off.