Dumbledore's my granddad!? (A Harry Potter FanFiction)

Albus Dumbledore's POV

"I never thought that Maria had a child?" I muttered to myself staring down at the note and cradle what was handed to me by the order member.

"Appears so..." The order member declared.

"What to do with her? Her parents are dead, correct?" Albus stated. The order member nodded.

"So is Maria, her grandmother...." Albus murmured.

If what they were saying was true. Albus Dumbledore had a child, he never knew of. Now all that was left was the several month old grandchild. It had Maria's eyes....

"How did they die?" Dumbledore asked.

"Death eaters." The Order member stated, sadly.

"I see... Is there anyone who could take her. I can sadly not handle a child along with my work." Dumbledore asked sadly to the member of the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore did not want to give the child away, but he knew that in his possession the child would be in grave danger.

"There may be someone in the Order? I could ask for you." The Member declared.

"Thank you please do, and Dear sir!" He exclaimed before the man had apparated away with the child.

"Yes?" The man answered.

"Please make sure know one but her new guardians and her know of her heritage. For her own sake." Dumbledore muttered sadly.

"Of course, Dumbledore." The man replied. Then he was gone... Leaving Dumbledore standing lonely in the dark, only emitted by a street light.

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15 years later

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 Erica's POV

"Erica! Wake up." Ginny yelled in Erica's ear.

"UGH! Where is the fire?!" I groaned. Ginny was the one pushing me out of my dream land.  My  Sister... Well not really. Erica knew inside that Ginny was not related to her at all. Everyone knew that. She was, Professor Dumbledore's granddaughter, She had being taken care since birth by the Weasley's and although everyone knew she wasn't their child, seeing as she didn't carry the genetic ginger hair. The weasley's and herself had to keep the secret of her heritage to the grave.

"We have another guest! Get changed!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Let me guess.. Harry Potter." I mumbled into my pillow.

"Who else!? Hermione! Erica won't get up!" Ginny yelled.

"I'm up!" I screamed. If Hermione came up I would be in for a long lecture on why it is good to not sleep all the time and how I should talk to people like Harry more. Hermione was nice but her lectures..eh... Not so much.

I pulled on a pair of jeans, a black tank top, a white jumper with holes in it for design and black converse shoes. I walked out of my room to be greeted by the tricksters. Fred and George, identical twins, with cunningly smart personalities.

"Hey Erica!"  Fred exclaimed

"Morning Erica!" George exclaimed.

"Hey boys, what's for breakfast?" I mumbled half asleep.

"Aw! Is someone tired, We don't have any idea what breakfast is. Mum seems preoccupied with Harry." One of the twins laughed.

"As always.." I mumbled, trudging down the stairs.