Chapter 2 : He Returns...
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The Great Hall was deathly quiet as Professor McGonagall removed the sorting hat from Emma's head. The newest member of Slytherin smirked at her sister, whose mouth was hanging open in shock. "Well, that was...unexpected," said Luna.
"But, Emma's not a pure-blood, or even a half-blood," Ron said. "Why is she in Slytherin? They'll all try to kill her."
They watched as she joined the Slytherin table and was welcomed by the green-clad students. "What the fuck is going on?" asked Hermione suddenly. "She can't be in Slytherin."
"Something is wrong..." said Harry. He looked worried, and like he was going to be sick.
"Harry, mate, do you need to see Madame Pomfry?" Ron asked worriedly.
"I don't think so."
Throughout the feast, Harry grew paler and he didn't eat. As they walked back to Gryffindor Tower, he suddenly stopped and sank to the floor. His eyes were open, but they were glossed over. "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed before dropping to her knees beside him. "Ron, go get Dumbledore. Draco, get Pomfry."
Harry walked through a maze of halls. There at the end was a man in a long, billowing cloak. The man had his back to Harry. But, Harry knew who it was. “No,” he breathed. A shadowy figure stood beside the man as his evil laughter echoed through the halls.
As he turned around, the man said, “Hello, Harry Potter.” Voldemort smirked at Harry. “You shan’t win this time. You will lose her. You will lose everything…”
“No!” Harry yelled as he sat up. Hermione, Luna, and Ginny looked worriedly at him. Hermione was kneeling by his side. He pulled her into a hug. “I have to talk to Dumbledore.”
“He’s on his way,” answered Hermione. “Harry, what’s wrong?”
“It’s not over.”
“You’re right, Harry,” said Dumbledore as he strode towards them with Ron following close behind. “It’s only begun.”
Professor Dumbledore had Hermione, Draco, Harry, Ginny, Luna, and Ron follow him to his office. They sat on chairs in front of his desk. He looked at them over his fingers, which were steepled in front of him. “Voldemort has returned,” he said suddenly.
Ron laughed. “No, he isn’t,” he said.
“Yes, Mr. Weasley, he is. All summer he’s been gathering followers. Learning the pasts of the students, choosing which ones he wants to join him. Miss Granger, I would like a word with you privately after this, please.” Hermione nodded her head.
“So, what are we going to do?” asked Ginny.
“We’re going to re-form the Order, and Harry, if you would, please re-start DA.” Harry nodded. “Now, if all of you except Miss Granger would please leave.”
Harry kissed Hermione and said, “See you in the Common Room.” Then, he left with the others.
“Miss Granger, there are some things you need to know.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Your family lineage. Your mother is a muggle; but, your father is a squib. He just doesn’t know it. He is a descendant of Godric Gryffindor.” Hermione looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. “Tis true. Your father’s parents left the magic world after their eldest son was killed by Voldemort. They didn’t want their youngest to be involved in a world with Voldemort still in it.”
“Yeah, fucking right.”
“Miss Granger, on your right shoulder you have what seems to be a tattoo of a phoenix, but isn’t a tattoo. You’ve always had it.”
“How did you know that?”
“The phoenix is a symbol that each magical descendant of Godric Gryffindor is marked with. You, Miss Granger are the only living heir of Godric Gryffindor. We must gather the other Founding Descendants and train them with the special powers and weapons passed down from heir to heir. Voldemort was purposely devoid of these gifts.”
“Who are the other Founding Descendants?”
“Miss Lovegood, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy are the other Descendants. Luna is the descendant of Helga Hufflepuff, Harry of Rowena Ravenclaw, and Draco of Salazar Slytherin.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. They each carry the same sort of mark as you. The marks are the symbols of the Founders Animagi. Miss Lovegood bares the mark of a fox. Mr. Malfoy bares that of a snake. Mr. Potter bares that of a wolf.”
"How do you know about our marks?"
"Well, many girls have never been hesitant to talk about the 'tattoos' that Harry and Draco have on their lower backs, after being spotted changing in the locker rooms. I saw your's and Miss Lovegoods at the Weasley wedding, before both of you cleverly covered them with a glamour spell."
“So, when do we tell them?”
a/n: so, that’s this chapter…sort of a cliffhanger…hope ya’ll r enjoying this!!! Plz review…and plz review my other stories…they don’t have many :(