Dawn Rivera

Book Two: At Flourish and Blotts

The picture on this chapter is Misty (who you'll find out about in just a moment). Hope you enjoy book 2!

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Dawn? Could we talk to you for a moment?"

My mum is standing outside my bedroom door with my Dad awkwardly. They both look...guilty?

"Um...sure, guys, come on in."

My parents enter my bedroom and sit down next to me on my bed. A lot of people say that me and Gertrude look like dad with a light-coloured eyes and blonde hair, whereas my mother has a darker look with chestnut hair and brown eyes. They're both very good-looking and what they were, what some may refer to as, the "populars" when they were in school. My dad's a wizard cop and my mum is training to be a Herbology teacher, but for now she is working in a Muggle clothes shop.

"What did you want to tell me?" My parents are never normally this tense - they're usually layed back and chilled.

"It's just - well, this is hard to say. We feel now that you are ready...you were ready a long time ago, really, but Dumbledore thinks you are ready..."

"What is it? Just tell me, Mum," I plead. I hate it when she does this.

My Dad takes a huge breath and says, "We're not you're real parents."

Whatever I was expecting, I wasn't expecting that. I would have thought it was a joke if it weren't for the serious expressions on their faces.

"What?" I choke out.

"We're actually you're aunt and uncle."

"You're - you're joking."

Mum and Dad, however, do not look as if they are making this up. They wouldn't do something like that anyway. Then again, they have been lying for twelve years...

"Then...who are my real parents?"

I try to keep my voice calm and my anger down. If they're not my parents and what they say is true, there's obviously a good reason for me being here. I don't want to come back in the holidays to such awkwardness - it would ruin everything.

Mum and Dad look at each other. Dad speaks. "My brother is your father."

"But who is he? And who's Mum?"

Mum - or should I say Aunt Lucy - has tears in her eyes and Dad - no, Uncle Zachary - is rubbing her back soothingly, although his eyes are a little red.

"They died," he tells me, and I gasp, "in the Wizarding War."

I feel tears spring to my eyes but I force them away. Now's not the time for crying, it's a time to find out more information.

"What were they like?"

"Brave and loyal - they would have been in Gryffindor, if you ask me, if it weren't for the fact they were Muggles."

"Muggles?" I frown. "But you're a-"

"Pureblood? Yes, I should have been more clear. Your father's a squib."

I nod my head calmly, as if I were actually processing any of this. "And...how did they die?"

Da- Uncle Zachary chokes and answers, "The Wizarding War was a scary time, You-Know-Who was gaining power everywhere and at any time of the day he or his followers could just break in and-"

He cuts off, the lump in his throat preventing him from carrying on, so Mu- Aunt Lucy, continues in shaky breaths.

"They were very brave - they wouldn't let him kill you. They had no idea what was going on, but Dumbledore believes that as soon as they knew they were in danger - they were very smart, you know, for non-magical beings - they hid you under the loose floorboards. The thick wood would have blocked out any crying you might have made...You-Know-Who, he-"