The Döppelganger Witch

🌠Eleven🌠

Dumbledore came the day after Ella arrived home for Christmas , seeking her out in her room , sitting down in the same chair he'd sat when she'd been eleven .

For the better part of an hour he sat looking at the girl ,taking in her sorrow filled  eyes , her messy hair . She wasn't the happy child he was used to .

He knew why , so he decided to talk . To tell her everything she wanted to know about her parents .

" Your mother was a witch much like young Bonnie Bennett . She'd gone on a school trip to England when she'd met your father", he begins sounding like someone who was telling a great story ," she was beautiful with dark brown curls not unlike yours and big blue eyes . You don't look like her or your father . It is strange that two people can have a child that doesn't resemble them in any way . Rosella Morgan was a very lovely girl . She finished her schooling and afterwards she went back to England to be with your father . They secretly married in a time when life was dangerous and nobody knew if they'd be living the next few hours of their lives . They had you on the same day as their best friends Lily and James Potter had Harry Potter  and all was well in the world ,Ella, you were Harry's friend too then , you sometimes shared the same crip , the day your mother and the Potters died , the two families ,minus your father , were in Godric's Hollow celebrating Halloween of  course and the Dark Lord Voldemort came to Kill Harry . Your mother was in the way much like Lilly and James . You were sleeping in Harry's crip when Voldemort threw his spell at Harry and luckily for you it never touched you ,Ella , I took you to the American Muggle authorities and I wasn't sure how you ended up with your guardians ,but you did and everything worked out in the end ".

" Professor ,is it my fault that I'm the daughter of a Black ?", she asks softly ,this thought being on her mind the whole time .

" No, Child , it isn't your fault ,nor is it anyone's , you were just unfortunate to be born a Black ," he says firmly ," you are also a Morgan even if you are not your mother's kind . Who ever says it's your fault or hates you for being a Black has no right to do so . I don't know how you found out about being a Black, but since you are now acquainted with your life story it doesn't matter how you found out. Anyhow , I have brought you a box of your mother's things , I hope you find comfort in them , it's downstairs near the front door if you're wondering why I don't have it here  ".

He gets to his feet to leave .

" Professor , I have something to tell you !", she calls when he is already at the door .

He frowns and comes to sit down again .

" Yes,Ella?", he asks.

" Have you ever heard of the Petrova Döppelganger line ?", she asks and he nods ," Well, I know why I don't look like my parents ,you see, Professor , I am a Petrova Döppelganger ".

Dumbledore sat there speechless ,furrowing his brows .

He hadn't expected those words coming from Ella . 

Being Döppelganger meant she was not safe ,not safe at all .

He would have to protect her as best he can . He couldn't let anyone get to her .

" I shall take my leave now,Ella , remember be careful while you are here at home and be careful when you get back to Hogwarts , have a Merry Christmas and may you get many Christmas presents ".

Ella watch him leave feeling conflicted as to if she should tell him about kissing Harry Potter and what happened the first time they kissed .

The moment is lost when he is out of sight and she just fall backwards on her bed with a deep heavy sigh .