Voldemort's Granddaughter

Chapter 6

"I can't believe they gave us this much homework on our first day back at classes!" complained Seamus. His voice was muffled because he had keeled over on top of his open Transfiguration book and his face was buried in the pages.

Adair patted him on the back, pretending to be sympathetic. "Want me to play the world's tiniest violin for you?"

"Shut up," Seamus groaned, sitting up and playfully shoving he in her arm.

"Come on Seamus, it's easy. I finished it during our free period after lunch."

"Want me to play the world's tiniest trumpet for you, oh masterful one?" asked Seamus, sarcastically.

Adair just laughed. "It would be appreciated. Now, since I was ever such a good student today, I'm going to go bed early. That party really tired me out yesterday."

"Loser," said Seamus. But as she was walking away he said "Night, Adair. See you tomorrow."

Adair smiled to herself. She has always liked Seamus, but lately she had felt a little something more between them. She imagined what is would be like if they started dating. It was a pleasant little day dream. And this is what she was happily thinking about as she drifted off to sleep.

"No, No, NO. Eric they're here!" a woman's voice screamed

"Impossible! How did they find us?" A man responded

"Does it matter? Let's-" The woman's voice was cut off by a loud explosion

Adair saw confused images of smoke and debris, heard a symphony of screams and yells. Colored jets of light arched across her vision. She heard booms and crashed. She heard her name called, over and over again.

"Adair, Adair! Wake up! Wake up, Adair, Wake up!"

Adair suddenly found herself back in her dorm room, covered in sweat. Hermione was holding her shoulders. It looked like she had been trying to shake her awake. Pavarti and Lavender stared at her with frightened expressions from the bottom of her bed. They were all still fully clothed, so it wasn't very late.

"I think you were having a bad dream," said Hermione, looking at her with an extremely concerned expression.

"It wasn't a dream." said Adair, quietly at first. Then she was yelling. "I'T WASN'T A DREAM, I'T WASN'T A DREAM."

She rushed to get out of bed, throwing off Hermione's hands, which were trying to push her back down.

"I have to go see the Headmaster." Adair said, tugging on some jeans at the foot of her bed and throwing on a sweatshirt. "It's important."

"I really think-" Hermione started to say, but Adair did not listen to the rest of her sentence and rushed out the door.

She ran through the common room to the portrait hole. As she passed Seamus, he stood and said "Adair, what-" but she ignored him too.

She sprinted down the hallway. Her only thought was to get to the Headmaster's room as quickly as possible. When she got to the statue outside of his office, she shouted, "Treacle Fudge!" at it, but it did not move.

"That password is incorrect." said the gargoyle.

"You don't understand! I need to see the headmaster right away. It's an emergency!" begged Adair.

"I'm sorry, girl, but you cannot enter without the password. Besides the headmaster is occupied with-" The gargoyle stopped suddenly as though he was listening to something.

"Nevermind. Go on in," the gargoyle said, causally, and stepped aside.

Shocked, Adair stared at him for a beat then remembered her purpose. She race up the stairs and through open the door.

"Professor! My parents! I think they're.."

She stopped suddenly when she saw Harry, sitting in the chair opposite the Headmaster, staring at her. Dumbledore stood and walked across to her.

"Adair I heard you yelling outside my office. What has happened?"

"Well...um..."she said, glancing at Harry.

"Nevermind Harry. Just tell me what has happened."

Adair looked him right in eye. "My parents are in danger sir."

Dumbledore's face was grave. "And how do you know this?

"I had- I had a dream, sir." Adair said, her face reddening. "Look, I know this sounds ridiculous but I KNOW that is was real. They were in their house and my mum started yelling, saying that they were there and I heard fighting and screaming and I-"

Adair cut off because the Headmaster had walked away from her and was fiddling with some of the silver instruments on the tables while talking to the portraits.

"Phineas, check headquarters. Dilys, St. Mungo's. Arabella- you know what to do."

Dumbledore turned back to her. "Adair, stay right here. Harry, you as well. I need to go check on a few things and I will be back here as soon as I can. Stay calm. I'm sure everything is all right."

And then he walked up to the phoenix in the corner of the room, touched it's back, and they were gone.

Adair stood, stunned, in the middle of the room for several seconds. Finally she turned to look at Harry. He didn't say a word, but he got up and offered her the chair he had been sitting in. She nodded her thanks numbly, and sat down, staring at her hands, holding back tears. All she could think about was her parents. How she wasn't screaming right now, she didn't know.

Harry sat down in a chair near hers. They sat in silence for a time, who knew how long it really was. Eventually. he reached out and took her hand. She looked up at him. She decided she was grateful for the hand to hold. They continued to sit in silence as the clock ticked away the seconds.

Finally, they heard a pop and the Headmaster was back in the room. They both stood up, still, holding hands. Adair looked at the headmaster, waiting...

"They are alive, Adair."

Adair collapsed back into the chair, as if she was a bag of sand and all her stitches had been ripped out. Alive. The most beautiful word in existence. Alive.

Had she had been made it all up, barged in on the Headmaster's meeting with Harry for nothing? She supposed so, but the word alive made it sound like-

"However, you were right, Adair. They were in danger. Just as you saw in your dream, your parents were attacked in their home by Death Eaters. Fortunately, they were able to escape without serious injury. They are both being cared for now in an Order safehouse."

Adair reeled. They were attacked. She had known that there was something wrong, but she had ignored it, going on with her silly little life and now her parents had almost been killed.

"I suppose you have many questions, Adair."

Adair stared blankly at him. Of course she did.

"And I'm sure that they first of these questions is when you will be able to see them. Adair, I am sorry to say that for the time being I think it would be better if you stayed here."

Adair started in her chair, looking straight at the Headmaster. When she spoke, her voice was dangerously quiet but it rose in volume as she said "If you think I'm just going to sit here in this pretty little castle and pretend like my parents weren't just almost KILLED-" she stopped, lost for words, too furious to continue. She ignored Harry, sitting there, staring at her with an unreadable expression on his face. What did she care what he thought of her.

"What I mean, Adair, is that you and your parents are in grave danger. You are safe here at Hogwarts, but if you were to leave the castle now, you could put both yourself and your parents in even more danger. For now, you must accept my account that they are perfectly well and that they will be very well protected at the safehouse."

Adair continued to stare angrily at him, but she saw that there was no use in trying to convince him. She folded her hands across her chest and sat silently, glaring at the floor.

"We have some more for us to talk about. Harry, I think it would be best if you could leave now. Please remember what I have asked you to do."

Harry nodded and began to walk toward the door.

"Oh and Harry," the headmaster said, "not a word of this to anyone, you understand?"

Harry nodded again, opened the door, and left.

"Now, Adair, shall we talk about what why you have seen this?" Dumbledore asked, calmly.

Adair looked at him and forced herself to drop her anger towards him, because she really did want to know what was going on, and she thought that acting like a pouting four- year old who didn't get their candy was not the way to go about it.

"Yes, Headmaster, please can we?"

"First, let me ask how you have been getting on these past couple of months. Are you handling everything?"

"I was doing much better, sir, until... well... until tonight." Adair started to feel tears come to her eyes and hastily wiped them away. For some reason, she didn't want the headmaster to see her cry, not again.

"Very good, very good." said Dumbledore, softly. "I am glad to hear that."

"Now, as to why you have seen the events of tonight, I am very interested in. Tell me, what point of view did you see this from?"

"Well..umm" stumbled Adair, surprised by the question. "I guess it was from... it was from my mother's perspective." As she said it, she knew it was true, even though she hadn't realized it before.

"Interesting, interesting. It is as I suspected. Adair, I believe you have inherited your Grandfather's ability of legilimancy."

"Legili- what?" asked Adair, lost.

"Legilimancy. It is the power to enter the mind of another witch or wizard and sift through their thoughts and emotions. Voldemort is especially gifted at this. It is how he knows if anyone is lying to him."

Adair was disgusted. "But I would never do that! I would never invade someone's privacy in that way. Please, professor, you have to believe me!"

Dumbledore smiled at her. "I know you wouldn't Adair, not on purpose. That is what makes you so much greater than your grandfather. But you must understand, legilimancy is not in its nature evil. It can be used for good as well, as you have demonstrated tonight. Do not be ashamed of you gift. As long as you use it properly, it can be very helpful to you."

Adair nodded, but she was not convinced. Anyway she looked at it, it sounded creepy.

"Adair, I would like to talk to you some more, but now is not the time. It is getting late, and you do have classes tomorrow. Do you think that you could go back to your dorm and get at least some sleep tonight?"

Adair shrugged, but she got up to go. She had learned quite enough for one night.

"If anything like this happens again Adair, please come see me right away. You did the right thing tonight."

Adair nodded. "Goodnight, professor," she said "and thank you."

"No, Adair, thank you," said Dumbledore.

She walked to the door and grabbed the handle.

"Adair, one more thing," said the Headmaster, "Harry will be looking for some sort of explanation for tonight's events. I will leave it up to you as to how much you want to tell him. However, I urge you to consider confiding in him. I think he will be more understanding than you would think."

Adair just looked at him. Without a word, she opened the door and left the office.