Half Blood Royalty

Connection Between the Scars

As I stood in the doorway, somewhat hidden behind both professors, I couldn't help but raise my hand up to my forehead- rubbing my fingertips against my scar as a searing pain moved through it. My eyes watched as I saw my father hovered over the two boys I recognized from that day at the shop- the young Weasley kid and Potter. I couldn't help but notice him also touch his own forehead scar, but he didn't glance around to see as to why.

"-that considerable damage seems to have been done to a very valuable Whomping Willow." My father was telling the boys as we came up to the office.

"That tree did more damage to us than we-" the redheaded boy went to reply.

"Silence!" my father snapped again, "Unfortunately, you are not in my house and the decision to expel you does not rest with me. I shall-"

"Exactly, Severus." McGonagall spoke up, "They are in my house."

I couldn't help but see both boys flush with nerves the second she opened her mouth. I don't blame them. She does give off the vibe of someone you wouldn't want to cross. Professor McGonagall raised her wand as she entered into the office, causing both boys to flinch but she did a simple point towards the empty fireplace where flames suddenly erupted.

"Sit." She told the both of them, to which they both sat quickly without question. "Explain."

The redheaded boy quickly went on with the story; how they couldn't get through the barrier at King's Cross, unable to get to school any other way and missing the train.

"Why didn't you just send us a letter by owl? I believe you have an owl?" McGonagall spoke coldy towards Harry. An owl? I couldn't help if his owl was anything like Ares. My mind couldn't help but think about Ares. Hope she's doing alright - although she typically does very well on her own. Perhaps, I just missed her.

"I- I didn't think-" Harry stared at her.

"That," said McGonagall, "is obvious."

Professor Dumbledore took a step into the office himself, unveiling myself from the hiding spot I had given myself behind the two Professors. Getting a better look at my older brother, I also couldn't help noticing he was rubbing his scar yet again - much like I was. Dumbledore just stood above the boys, staring down at them. There was a long silence. Finally, Dumbledore spoke up, "Please explain why you've done this."

I couldn't help but wonder why Professor Dumbledore thought this was an appropriate time for me to join him. Was he really trying to help me find my father... Or was this Dumbledore's attempt at introducing me to my older brother before every other student began crowding the school corridors? While Harry was explaining the story to Dumbledore, I couldn't help but notice him unable to look the man in the eye as he spoke. Understandable. If my father hadn't had me spend many hours with Albus Dumbledore, I would've found him to be quite the intimidating man myself. Technically, I did find him to be quite intimidating the first few times we've met - as my father has pointed out to me in the past.

"We'll go get our stuff," spoke the redheaded boy in a hopeless sort of voice.

"What are you talking about, Weasley?" asked McGonagall.

"Well, you're going to expel us, aren't you?" He responded.

I noticed Harry glance up at Dumbledore.

"Not today, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore told him, "But I must impress upon both of you the seriousness of what you've done. I will be writing to both your families tonight. I also must warn you that if you do anything like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you."

My father cleared his throat, "Professor Dumbledore, these boys have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry... caused serious damage to an old and valuable tree... surely acts of this nature-"