Don't Give Up *A Harry Potter Or Draco Malfoy Love Story* |Updating|

•Chapter 9: Dumbledore's Office•

I owned every second that this world could give,
I Saw so many places and things that I did,
I Lived-One Republic

I was sitting the common room, thinking about West. Even though, in reality he was only a staircase away. It was late, and I was watching the giant squid again, while reading and eating apples. I liked how the ocean was a misty navy blue. Suddenly a first year Slytherin came to me and gave me a slip then rushed away. I read it;

Dear Mrs. Potter—Ms. Weasley,

I would like you to come to my office as soon as possible. This is a very important matter.

P.S. I do love lemon drops

Albus Dumbledore

I personally have no idea why Dumbledore should tell me he loves lemon drops. Not like I really care, but okay. Thanks for the knowledge that you bring me about candy. I of course, brought my wand and the letter then realized something. He called me Mrs. Potter? What!

I wasn't going to be married to Harry. Wait can Dumbledore see the future? No, he can't. Right? Plus, I am not dating Harry, in fact I am kinda dating West. What was West's last name?

Either way Harry was being jerk to me the other day. He pretty much talked to me like I was a complete loser for not kissing anyone yet. Speaking of which, it's still bugs me that I don't know who he kissed. But why would I care?

I like West.

That's final.

I made my way up the boys' staircase and knocked on West's door. He opened it just barely, so he could see me.

"Hey West?"

"Yeah?" He asked, nervously.

Why nervously?

"I am going to head to Dumbledore's office, okay?"

"Yup, go have fun."

There was a pause before he said, have fun. Weird? What was he hiding?

And with the so many questions I had in my head, I went off to find Dumbledore's office. Once there, I realized it needed a passcode. Why didn't Dumbledore tell me his passcode?

For a while, I guessed ransoms things, then I started to kick it. I may have shouted some minor curses. I may have. Then I realized.

"Lemon drops?"

It opened. God, how could I have been so stupid? I was fuming until I realized my dumb mistake. No wonder I am not in Ravenclaw.

I traveled up the staircase, then knocked on the door. Dumbledore opened it and let me in. Inside, there was red bird. My attention alerted to it, and I saw it burn up. Into flames to be exact.

"Dumbledore...?" I frowned.

"Yes, Miss Pot—Weasley?"

I pointed to his bird friend and cooed, "You bird, just, um...died?"

"Oh right, that was my phoenix."

"Oh, it's a phoenix? Never mind then."

We made our way over to Dumbledore's desk. He turned to me.

"Have you ever wondered why your brothers, dislike you?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, dislike? Don't you mean hate?" I automatically corrected.

Dumbledore laughed, and I joined in.

"Well, I wanted to give you this. I hope what you find won't be disappointing. But, if you decide you aren't feeling well, skip classes, I warned the teachers already."

I grabbed the book he was holding out to me. I muttered a quick thanks then left, to go read its contents.

•

Inside the book I found a letter.

Dear Miss Weasley,

I know your household is full, but, there's this girl, who is under extreme need for help. Her name is Caroline. Caroline Riddle to be exact. Though I understand you might not love having her home with your children, she is nothing like him. Give her a chance, please?

Albus Dumbledore

So my family is the Riddles. Nice, I like the name. But then I read the second letter.

It was the one "Mom" sent to the boys.

Dear Percy, Fred, George and Ron,

Caroline has joined you at school this year. I have been hiding something about her from you guys. I have told Charlie and Bill, though, so don't go thru trouble to tell them. Caroline as you know isn't a Weasley. She was very much adopted.

Her father was a Riddle, a Slytherin family. You may have accepted her as a Slytherin, but you won't except her as a Riddle. Riddles are a terrible family to come from.

Though Dumbledore said she was different than her family title, she can't ever be trusted, which is why I distrust her. I would never trust her with my life. Don't ever trust her with yours.

You see, a Riddle was dark family name. Their darkest wizard was a man named Tom Riddle, Caroline's father. He might be known to you as the dark one, he who must not be named.

Yes, Caroline is the daughter of the dark one. The daughter of a Veela too, but let's not get into that. You must not tell Caroline any of this ever.

Love,
Mum

I re-read it over until I accepted it.

I was the dark one's daughter.

And I hated that title so much.