Blood is Blood

Chapter 2

Thanks a million for the reviews. I hope this turns out as well as I have it planned… And by the way, once I’m done with all this background…It will be after HBP so there are definitely spoilers…Watch out if you don‘t already know who dies.


As with all things, Severine grew. She was brought up in the same Muggle orphanage as her father she was told a story of her parents. She was told that her parents had been great people. But sadly her mother died shortly after her birth and her father, unable to deal with the grief had taken his own life. As she had no other living relatives, she was delivered to the orphanage.

Slightly smarter than her peers, and much more curious than the others of her age, she always seemed to have a strange aura about her that made her roommates uneasy to spend much time with her, but she didn’t mind. She liked the quiet. Now she of course knew she was different than them. She didn’t really know what it was but deep down in her soul she felt a twinge of something she couldn’t quite grasp. She knew that she was meant for more than to live and die like the others she knew.

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Eleven years passed and Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his study. Suddenly planets on the watch he was wearing began to spin wildly. He sighed and rubbed his chin through his silver beard. He had never been wrong before but lately things had been going so crazy and he wasn‘t entirely sure if he was reading the signs correctly. He knew that Hogwarts didn’t need another child within its walls needing constant supervision and with the Potter boy set to arrive, it would be best to let this one go for the time being.

“I just hope this doesn’t turn her,” He thought to himself. He knew he was risking a life on his presumptions, but he knew what he had to do.

He took the roll of parchment from in front of him and standing up from his desk he tied a letter to the leg of his phoenix, Fawkes.

“Take this to Karkaroff please, Fawkes.” And the phoenix spread his great wings and took flight out the window.

There was a knock at the door.

“Enter,” Dumbledore replied tiredly.

Professor Snape entered the room looking slightly less calm than usual.

“Sir, Do you think it wise to let the girl be taught at Durmstrang?” he asked. His eyes looking deep into Dumbledore’s.

“Why yes, I do, Severus,” Dumbledore said. “Lord Voldemort will be expecting me to take her under my wing and bring her up in the Light. When he learns that she is being taught the Dark Arts hopefully he will believe that I do not know who she is and he will be pleased with her education. We will transfer her here when the time is right.”

“I’m sure you know best,” Snape replied. “Am I correct in believing you will let me know when I am to fetch her?” He asked.

Dumbledore only nodded to him and Snape bowed slowly and exited back down the spiraling staircase.

“Time will only tell,” said Dumbledore to no one in particular. He laced his long fingers together and leaned back to gaze out the window.