Legacy

“She will be joining us soon, Harry, please sit down,” McGonagall addressed Harry gently, concern etched into the ever-deepening lines in her face. The last month had not been kind to their lot.
Harry stood awkwardly gazing around the Hogwarts Headmistress’s office, the office which had once been Dumbledore’s. He had been inside its walls many times over the past six years, but had so rarely actually sat down. It didn’t feel right. The office lacked so much with Dumbledore gone. Once, the office itself seemed animated, alive with the power of its headmaster, but with his passing, it had been reduced to being merely that which it was, an office. Harry shoved his hands in his pockets and shook his head, “Professor, I don’t understand. How could Dumbledore have a daughter? How could the greatest wizard of all time have a child that wasn’t noted in any book that ever mentioned him. How could we have never heard of her?”
Minerva chuckled and raised her eyebrows, “We, Harry? I’ve heard of her, I know her, dear child, I’ve known Ambrosia since her very birth! Just because you’ve never heard of her doesn’t mean anything. Most people have never heard mention of her, and for good reasons. Ambrosia is a very powerful being- how indeed could any child of Albus Dumbledore not be? She was conceived of a very powerful and magical union between Albus Dumbledore and an extraordinary female- the result of which was Ambrosia, who is not quite a witch. Ambrosia’s magic is very different from that which you have been taught, or anything you understand. She does not cast spells, she does not use magic. Her capabilities are far more complicated than that. She is human but she is also magic, power comes from her, her very existence is a delicate balance of humanity and magic. In such a form, she is very vulnerable, and has always been carefully protected, lest someone try to take advantage of her and try to use her as a weapon.”
“So where has she been all her life, couldn’t Dumbledore protect her here?” Harry asked.
“Ambrosia has lived in many places, moved around for her own protection, trained to control herself, raised amongst those rare creatures most similar to herself. She has been educated more thoroughly than any other student of magic of her age because her abilities are so varied, and to achieve that education, she has had to study with many, many different mentors.”
“And now that Dumbledore is dead, she’s here.”
“Yes, Ambrosia has returned, once more to Britain, and to Hogwarts. She has wanted to meet you for some time, Harry, but circumstances as they were, well…”
“As they were, Professor?” Harry prompted McGonagall to continue.
“Yes, well, we always feared that Voldemort would get his hands on her-“
“And try to use me against my father,”
Harry turned around sharply, Ambrosia had entered the room so silently and stood behind him, he stammered to ask how she had gotten past the gargoyle without the headmistress’s password, but Ambrosia smiled at Harry, and the twinkling blue eyes, so familiar to him, stopped him flat. She looked much different than she had earlier, as she was no longer crying, no longer garbed in a cloak, and no longer bathed in sunlight. Her skin was clean, her hair swept back, and her face lively.
“Ambrosia, Ambrosia, I hope your journey was comfortable,” McGonagall rose and hurried around the desk to embrace the other woman.
“It was exactly as I expected it- Minerva, I’ve missed you so! I cannot begin to tell you what a consolation your letters have been to me,” Ambrosia turned to faced Harry, “He does look so much like them, I hadn’t imagined…well…I suppose you hear that all the time Harry, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” She extended a small hand to him, and Harry was surprised to find her skin so warm to the touch.
“You knew my parents, too?” Harry knew he ought not be so impressed, it seemed like everyone he met had known his parents, and yet this woman had been a secret from the world.
“I knew them, yes, though they didn’t know me, not really at least. I was a small child when they were at school, I played here, secretly, and so secretly I admired them both. And again, during the first war, they were my guardians, in charge of transporting me from Finland to the United States, although they didn’t know who I was. They were very good people, Harry Potter, and I am proud to have known them, as I know I shall be proud to know you. I’m sorry you never had the opportunity to know them.”
“I’m sorry about your father, too” Harry said softly. Ambrosia’s blue eyes darkened immediately.
“Thank you, Harry Potter, for that and for reminding us why we’re here. It is time for all the families Voldemort has broken to receive our retribution. Wrongs will be righted, young Potter, and evil will know regret. The crimes and the terror that is the plague of Lord Voldemort will be ended. We will wage such a war on his darkness- we will exact such sweet revenge from his soulless self that his evil will be forced to devour itself. All of his triumphs will be for naught- all of his maniacal efforts in vain, all the pain he ever caused will be meaningless because his destruction will be so complete. His victims did not give their lives for nothing, Harry, we must ensure that.”
With every word of Ambrosia’s impassioned speech, Harry felt his blood rising and boiling. He was overcome by his fury at Voldemort, and by the relief of meeting such a kindred spirit. She understood his anger, and like him, she was not willing to sit by idly. Voldemort had taken Dumbledore, and Harry was determined that it would be the last time Voldemort stole someone precious from him.
Ambrosia’s rage melted away as she watched the emotions play across Harry’s face. “I understand you were with him…rather, you witnessed it…could you tell me about it, please?”
Harry looked into her eyes, Dumbledore’s eyes, and nodded.
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