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"miss black."
zemora black stood inches away from the headmaster's desk with her head bowed, for she was utterly clueless to what would come from the moment. the girl was sured she'd be expelled, or worse trialed for her acts against the students within the school.
her thoughts, however, were quickly deemed incorrect by albus dumbledore's next words.
"you will not be punished for this."
zemora's eyes found the man's within a second, confusion contorting her features. "what?"
"i have a feeling this is not what you wanted, but the want of the ones before you. like i said about anger, fear is also a considerably dangerous feeling." the headmaster leaned forward, his arms resting upon on another against the surface of his desk. "there is one thing i'd like to mention, however."
zemora simply nodded, awaiting his words as she fumbled with the hem of her robe's sleeves.
"it's in regards to your parents." professor dumbledore's tone fell considerably. "after your comment about being able to speak parseltongue, i was able to find the truth of your father."
"i never asked to be their child." tears fell aimlessly down zemora's cheeks as her head shook relentlessly. "i never asked for any of this."
"i know, little one," albus dumbledore's modded reassuringly towards the child. "which is why the consequences to your acts will not fall on you."
"am i bad person?" the slytherin's tone had fell so quietly, the man nearly missed them completely. "am i doomed to be as evil as they are?"
"it is not our family that show us what we truly are. it's our choices." the headmaster finally stood to his feet before making his way around his desk to stand next to zemora's side. "evil people do not question whether or not they are indeed evil."
"i want to be good."
"and so you shall." albus dumbledore's hand found zemora's shoulder comfortingly. "you are not the ones to come before you, zemora, not if you don't wish to be."
zemora reluctantly met the gaze of the man, nearly missing his grin due to the hair covering his features. "thank you."
"help will always be given at hogwarts to those who ask for it." the headmaster of the school nodded once more. "you don't believe professor mcgonagall didn't inform me of your urgent wish to speak days ago? you were going to speak the truth, even if it meant being punished for doing so."
