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~Dumbledore P.O.V.~
With his gaze on the blank diary, Dumbledore carefully placed the snakelike essence on the yellowed pages and whispered.
“Show me the blood of Tom Marvolo Riddle”
The essence quickly soaked inside the page and black ink appeared, in the form of a tree, branching out into endless relations. But the only ones that mattered to the wizard were below the self-proclaimed Dark Lord.
Down from Voldemort and a Pure-blood woman by the name of Madeline Greengrass, was the cursive writing that said Beryl Grace, Deceased.
Dumbledore let out an audible sigh, Good. He thought. Voldemort’s dark legacy shall not be continued.
As he went to close the diary, two new branches formed under Beryl, Jason Grace, Deceased and Thalia Grace.
The ancient wizard’s eyes darkened, multiple thoughts swirled throughout his mind. Eventually he focused on one thing. I must call the order.
~Harry P.O.V.~
The Boy Who Lived, as people would call him, was quite enjoying himself after the Battle of Hogwarts. The Burrow had been rebuilt, bigger and stronger than ever. It has become more of a home then his aunt and uncle’s house on Number 4 Privet Drive ever was, though that wasn’t much of an achievement. Anything was better than living there.
Harry was eating breakfast with Ron and Hermione when Errol, the Weasley's family owl came barreling through the window.
Molly Wealsey grabbed the letter, or should he say letters, for there were about five of them. Molly then passed them out to her two youngest children, Hermione and Harry, and kept the last.
“Oh” Hermione gasped excitedly “Apparently we’re going to redo our last year, because no one could get a proper education due to Voldemort taking over Hogwarts and well, the war. Isn’t that amazing” How Hermione could read the entire letter before Harry could even take his out of the envelope was beyond him.
When Harry processed what Hermione said, he was less than excited, but it was Ron who voiced his thoughts.
“If going back to school is your bloody idea of amazing, I’d hate to imagine what your idea of dreadful is” “Language, Ronald” Scolded Mrs. Weasley
“Sorry Mum” Ron mumbled apologetically. “I can’t believe we have to go back to school, I mean we saved the wizarding world for Merlin’s sake” Harry said, clearly tired.
"You need a proper education, no matter if you saved the world" Came the voice of Mrs. Weasley as she started clearing the plates off the table. "Help me clean up, Dumbledore called an emergency Order meeting"
"But Voldemort's dead, why would there be an Order meeting” Harry questioned, while he picked up a broom and swept the Burrow
The redheaded woman breathed in and responded. “I haven’t a clue, Harry. But there is one, so we better get ready”
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When the Order arrived at the Burrow, it was suffice to say, chaotic. Everyone was wondering why they were called there, but none got answers, they just paced, waited and gossiped until Dumblore arrived.
Members of the Order swarmed Dumbledore, asking him everything, from the current state of the Death Eaters to why Voldemort doesn’t have a nose. It went on til Dumbledore put his hand in the air and signaled the room to quiet.
“Esteemed Members of the Order of the Phoenix, I have urgent news to share with you” The witches and wizards started murmuring and giving theories. Dumbledore motioned for silence again.
“If you would let me speak, I would be able to tell you that Voldemort had a daughter” The room immediately erupted into protest, with numerous versions of the phrases “What!” “How did we not know about this before” and “How the bloody hell did Voldemort pull a girl” flying around.
Finally Moody asked the question that was on Harry’s mind the most. “Where is she?”
Dumbledore summoned a small book, like a diary and opened it. “The how, I’m afraid I don't know. The where however is 6 feet underground” The wizards who were not raised in the muggle world looked like they were confused by this, but Harry understood immediately
“You mean she’s dead” Harry said. Dumbledore nodded, with his usual twinkle in his eyes gone.
“Yes, m’boy” Dumbledore confirmed. “But if she’s dead, why did you call us?” Piped up the voice of Neville Longbottom, one of the most recent recruits of the Order.
“Because, Voldemort’s daughter, by the name of Beryl Grace, had two children with an unknown man” The eldest wizard explained. Turning the diary, which Harry forgot about (How he forgot about the diary puzzled him, how do you forget about something right in front of you?)
Inside was the entire Riddle family tree, how did they even fit all of it into two pages? Wherever you looked, the tree showed more relatives, and when you looked away it seemed even larger. Harry could have stared at it all day, until he spotted a familiar name, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Deceased.
Harry tensed up when he saw the name, but relaxed once he read deceased. He noticed below him was his apparent daughter, Beryl and underneath her were two names. Thalia Grace and Jason Grace, Deceased.
“So one of the Dark Lord’s grandchildren is dead and the other is still living?” Remus Lupin asked, he looked like he felt pity for the children, both the one who died and the one who had to live with it.
“Yes, We must find the girl and bring her to Hogwarts so we can keep an eye on her, we do not know if the remaining Death Eaters have gotten to her yet” Dumbledore ordered. “Do you have any idea on where she is Professor?” Hermione questioned.
“Well she’s usually moving around constantly, so it is hard to pin down her location, but she’s been in the same area for about a week, meaning I can apparate to her, but we must move quickly, for we don’t know when she’ll go on the run again. Me, Lupin, Harry, Ron and Hermione will leave at the 3rd hour in the morning” Dumbledore explained.
“Where are we apparating to, sir” Harry asked, both glad to be considered important enough to come, and frustrated that Voldemort had his own family when he murdered Harry’s.
Dumbledore smiled. “Manhattan, New York”