Chapter 5 : Mr. Dumbledore
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“What is it?” she asked as Derek walked to her. He dropped down beside her, and engulfed her in a kiss. She endured it as always, but inside she hated it.
“I want to try something new,” he whispered. Henna couldn’t help the fear that his words instilled.
“New?” she whispered. “What?”
“You’ll like it.” It was an order. Henna nodded her submission as usual.
“What do you want me to do?” she muttered. Derek pulled out a knife, and her heart kicked into high-gear. “Derek?”
“Are you afraid?” he asked, hearing the tremor in her voice.
“Yes you are, Henna. Don’t lie to me! Never lie to me!” he screamed, hitting her across the face.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she whispered. He took the knife, and without warning snatched up her arm. He opened her hand, and cut deeply into it. She gasped and bit her lip. “What are you doing?” Instead of answering, however, Derek made another, shallower cut on his own hand. He grabbed her hand in his, and their blood mixed together.
“I’m going to make you immortal,” he said. Henna didn’t know that he was being literal. He began to kiss her neck, at first nuzzling, and then it started to hurt.
“Derek,” she said, flinching in discomfort. His other hand grabbed a handful of her hand to keep her still. She felt as if he was biting into her neck. “You’re hurting me! Stop!” she yelled, but he didn’t stop. The blood between their two hands began to grow hot, and she felt faint. Everything was spinning, and taking on a red hue. Her eyes fluttered shut as she died. The next moment her eyes opened, she was no longer human. “What did you do to me?”
“I made you beautiful,” Derek whispered, smiling savagely. “Welcome to your new life, Henna.”
“What?” she asked, trembling.
“You’re a vampire now. You’re mine...”
“Henna!” came a firm voice. Henna sat up quickly, feeling as if she had just run a mile. She saw that Remus was sitting beside her, holding one of her bandaged hands. Her heart flip-flopped as she saw him
“Get away from me,” she whispered, shaking horribly.
“Who is Derek?” Remus said urgently. Henna’s head snapped up, and she appeared to crick her neck.
“Never mention that name to me again,” she hissed with such venom Remus nearly let go of her. Remus shook his head.
“You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met,” he muttered, but for the first time, he got a good look at her. She was beautiful. Since her bath, and an entire day of sleep, she looked somewhat healthy. Though she was still incredibly skinny. She had the most beautiful blonde hair he had ever seen, and a sweet, pale complexion. Her eyes sparkled with renewed energy, and her bruises were barely visible. Her soft, rosebud-lips begged attention, and his body wanted so badly to oblige. Her composure, however, said that if he so much as looked at her wrongly, he would get a black-eye.
“I would like to leave now,” she whispered, and tried to get up. Her legs were wobbly from hunger, and her stomach decided to growl at that very moment. Remus took in her long, shapely legs, and her slim, pleasing figure. Lily had dressed her in capris and a tank-top.
“I’ve brought somebody to talk to you,” Remus said, ignoring her request. “You can talk with him. I’m sure you’ve heard of Albus Dumbledore?”
“Yes, I have,” Henna said softly. She was about to step forward when she realize that sunlight was spilling across the floor. Luckily it didn’t reach her bed. “Do you think that you could close the window for me?” she asked politely. Remus nodded, taking in her tight voice. She sounded as if she was on the brink of desperation.
“He is going to talk to you about attending Hogwarts,” Remus said soothingly. “What do you think of that?”
“I think I don’t have money,” she snapped at him. Remus bit his tongue. He wanted to tell her that he was only trying to help, and that she needn’t treat him like an enemy. Instead he smiled sweetly.
“Is your family still alive?” he asked bluntly. Henna’s eyes filled with barriers and barbs, ready to protect herself.
“I haven’t heard anything to suggest they aren’t,” she said cooly. Remus wanted so badly for her to tell him what was going on inside her head. His eyes asked the question that his lips couldn’t form. “They abandoned me,” she answered. He averted his gaze. That explained a lot. It was clear that she wasn’t going to say anything else. Remus considered himself victorious, however. Any information he could get from her was treasure in his mind.
“I would never abandon you,” he muttered meaningfully. Henna looked into his eyes.
“I wish I could believe that,” she answered. They sat in silence for a long while, until Remus stood up, more determined than ever to gain her trust.
“I’ll tell Dumbledore you’re ready,” he said. And then, after seeing her face he muttered, “everything’s going to be alright.”
“There is no use, you know,” she muttered. “I can’t afford it!” she yelled after him, but he didn’t respond. Instead he left the room. In seconds a new man entered. He was rather old, and had a short white beard. He had the bluest eyes she had ever seen, and they were twinkling with joy. He was extremely tall, and had a long, crooked nose. She felt like she should salute him, and couldn’t force her usual bad-attitude on. She needed to respect this man. He was Albus Dumbledore.
“Good Afternoon,” he said jovially. Henna nodded.
“Hello, Mr. Dumbledore,” she said. Dumbledore chuckled.
“You needn’t call me Mr.,” he informed her. She couldn’t help but feel comforted by his words. “Dumbledore will do.”
“Very well, Dumbledore,” she said, trying manners on for size. It was odd, but she didn’t feel nervous around this man. She felt as if she had known him for years.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Henna Davis,” he said wisely.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Henna said. Dumbledore chuckled again.
“Yes...yes...” he whispered. “I see,” he muttered, as though taking notes in his mind. “Well now, I would like to invite you for a last year of schooling. I’m sure you’re behind, but you’ll catch up in no time.”
Henna didn’t know if she should agree, or be offended.
“You’re seventeen, correct?” he asked. She nodded. “And have you ever been to a school before?”
“Yes,” she said. “I attended the Salem Witches Institute up until three years ago.” She waited for him to ask her why she had stopped, but to her great relief, he did not. Instead he laced his long fingers together.
“Do you have any ideas as to where your parents might be?” he asked. Henna looked away. “Henna, you need not tell me.”
“What happens if I don’t tell you?” she asked.
“Then I leave you alone here. And when Remus, Sirius, James, and Lily go back to school, you will be left to the streets again,” Dumbledore explained. Of course, he had no intention of letting this happen, but he still wanted her to tell him of her own free will.
“The last I heard of them, they had moved to Brazil,” she muttered.
“Can you be more specific?”
“No,” she said. And to make it sound less like a refusal she added, “They didn’t tell me anymore than that.”
“Very well. And are you aware of your family’s financial state? If they were here, would they be able to afford the school tuition?”
Henna snorted. “They were rich old buggers,” she said in disgust. “They could afford practically everything!” Dumbledore nodded.
“Thank you. You’ve been most helpful. I’ll contact you shortly,” he said standing to leave.
“You realize that they will never willingly pay for my tuition, right?” Henna said hurriedly. Dumbledore smiled.
“Yes...not willingly. But they may not have any choice. Now, I suggest you enjoy your time here at the Potter’s for the next two weeks. They will help you,” he said.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” Henna muttered. Dumbledore stopped and turned back to her.
“Henna, you may not want to let him in just yet,” he said softly. “But know that he will always be waiting for you. I’ve known Remus for seven years.... Trust me when I say that he would never hurt you.”
“What? How would you know–” but before she could finish, Dumbledore had closed the door to her bedroom.
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