"Jayden Harper?" he states more rather than questions. Confused as to how in the world he knows my name because I hadn't even told Molly my name, I don't respond. "You look just liked them," he says. "L-like who?" I question. How had he known my name? Does he know my mum? He can't, she's not magical. My real father? I had never met him. My mother told me he died before I was born, she gave up her family and her friends to move us across the country to escape her past with him. Could he have known this man? My step-dad raised me since age two, so he was my actual father in my eyes, but had this been why my mother ran? Was my dad magical? "Your parents," Dumbledore says like I should have put that together, which I had. "I don't see how Molly didn't see it, she was friends with your father's brother and the family resemblance is there" "My father?" So I was right to assume it was my dad they knew. Did that mean he was magical? Does that mean I'm magical? No, it couldn't. I'm fifteen I'm pretty sure I would have noticed if I had powers. "Her father" Molly restated, and then as if she'd been hit by force incredibly strong, she released a gasp. "Black" was all she said. "Regulus?" Molly asked directing, her weird name? word? towards Dumbledor. He nodded his head sadly. *This is my first draft of my first fanfic, I'm gonna rewrite it when it finished. Please give it a chance and tell me what you think. Either way have a good day, afternoon or night and remember to drink water, love you <3) (I don't own all the characters and places, creadit goes to J.K. Rowling *even if I don't support her*)
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