A/N: Chapter 27! Enjoy!

At about six, I threw the blankets off my body and got out of bed, unable to take it anymore. It was still dark; the sun hadn't risen yet. I grabbed a towel and some clothes and stepped into the shower.

I turned the shower up to full blast and let the hot water hit my body, washing away my tension and anxiety. I struggled to keep my thoughts away from Harry and Draco, but it was difficult. I kept reliving the dream over and over again. It was just so vivid, so real that I couldn't keep it out of my mind. I don't know how long I stood there, under the shower, trying not to think. Finally, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.

I took a few deep breaths before exiting the bathroom. The common room was empty. Everybody was still sleeping. I sat on the floor in front of the fireplace and watched as the firer crackled and licked at the walls around it. As much as I would've loved to go to the library and immerse myself in a book, I didn't think it was wise to walk out of the dorms this early after two students have been kidnapped.

Harry and Draco. What if I never saw them again? What if I never hear Harry's voice again, or Draco's lips pressed against mine? I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks. The last time I had spoken to Draco, I was so angry. The last thing I had said to him was an angry accusation. I hadn't even told him I loved him. And now I might never see him again.

The portrait swung open and I wiped the tears away. McGonagall walked in. Her eyes briefly swept over the common room as she moved to the girls' dormitories. She froze and doubled back.

"Isabella? What are you doing up so early?" she asked, taking in the bags under my eyes and my tear-stained cheeks.

"Couldn't sleep," I answered shortly.

"Isabella, Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office."

"Okay." I stood up and followed her out the door.

We reached the gargoyles that guarded Dumbledore's office. McGonagall murmured the password, too quietly for me to hear. We walked up to the office.

In the office, Dumbledore was seated behind his desk. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were seated opposite him. Cissy had tears running down her cheeks and Lucius was stony-faced as usual. Dumbledore looked behind them.

"Isabella. Thank you for joining us," he said. Cissy and Lucius swivelled around to see me.

"Bella!" Cissy exclaimed, throwing her arms around me. After a moment, she pulled me back at arm's length and took in my puffy red eyes, the dark bags underneath them and my tear stained cheeks. "You heard." It was more of a statement than a question, but I nodded anyway.

"Why? Why would he do something like this?" I asked quietly, but everyone seemed to hear me.

Cissy and Lucius shared a furtive glance. "I'm going to tell her," Cissy told Lucius. She turned back to me. "I'm going to tell you something, Bella, something that we haven't told many people. Not even Draco. But I suppose he shall know soon enough, if he doesn't already. We think you deserve to know. And we would appreciate it if you didn't repeat it. The shame is hard enough to deal with without everybody else knowing. It is the reason—or at least one of—why Draco was taken."

Shame? What could these people possibly have to be ashamed about? What could they have done to warrant Draco's kidnapping?

"It was a long time ago," Cissy began. "We were young, caught up in the words of a young Lord Voldemort, lusted after his promise of power if we followed him. So we did. You must understand, Bella," she said, as she looked at the horrified expression on my face, "It wasn't just us. My sister, Bellatrix. Our closest friends. And Lord Voldemort, as a young boy, was very charming, very charismatic. We fell under his spell.

"We became Death Eaters. He branded us with his mark. In the beginning, it was a sign to show that we belonged to a family, his family."

She paused for a moment; scrutinizing my reaction to the information I was given. I tried to wipe away the horrified expression on my face but to no avail. She continued. "Then it got dangerous. He started using the Unforgivable Curses, killing people, torturing people. And then it became apparent that he wanted us to do so as well. We wanted out. We weren't prepared for this. Some of them were. Some of them were bloodthirsty, relishing the pain of others. My sister, Bellatrix, became one such person But she's still my sister, so I could never completely cut her out of my life, no matter what she has done, short of murdering my husband or my son.

"Bella, you must understand, once you're a Death Eater, you can't just stop. The mark is branded on you forever. You can't just say, 'Sorry, this life isn't for me. I'm leaving. Good bye and good luck. Have a nice life.' No. There was no escape. There was nowhere on earth far enough, that he would not find you and kill you and your whole family. We had to stick it out.

"Then came that fateful night. Voldemort fell. We found our escape. All was fine.

"Then he returned. The Dark Mark burned on our forearms and we were scared. We asked Dumbledore for protection. But it was only a matter of time before he found us. And it seems he found Draco first. He will use Draco to punish us for our betrayal…"

She stopped and I knew story time was over. How could these people, that I've lived with for so long, have once been Death Eaters? And how could they have kept it a secret from me? And not just me but their son? I felt betrayed.

And how could Voldemort punish Draco for a crime that was committed by his parents, a crime he knew nothing about? Anger bubbled up inside me and my hand twitched towards my wand. I will kill him, I thought to myself. I will kill him and enjoy it.

"Bella? Bella, honey, speak to me, please," Cissy said.

I took a deep breath before responding. I was angry and I didn't want to unleash my anger on someone who had taken me into their home and cared for me like I was one of their own, even though they may have deserved it. "Okay," I said quietly. "I-I think I need to be alone for a moment, process it all. Bye Cissy. Bye Lucius." I moved to walk out the door but Dumbledore's voice stopped me.

"Isabella. Wait a moment, please. I need to speak with you for a moment. Will you give us a moment?" he asked, looking at Lucius, Cissy and McGonagall, who stood by the door. They nodded. He waited for them to leave before speaking. "How are you Bella?"

"Not too great. I didn't sleep much last night. A particularly vivid dream kept me up." I proceeded to tell him the dream, more to just voice my fears to someone than anything else.

As he listened, his eyes brightened, twinkling with… excitement? Then his expression faltered. "Isabella," he said, after I had finished, "There is no easy way to tell you this. When I told Harry the prophecy, the prophecy which I have no doubt you already know, I omitted some details."

I narrowed my eyes at him. He omitted some details? God, this is not the time to omit details, for God's sakes! Harry needed to know what he was getting into, how to defeat Voldemort and Dumbledore omitted some details?

"You know that two people are involved in the prophecy: Harry and Lord Voldemort. However, the prophecy also speaks of a girl who will fight alongside Harry. Without this girl, Voldemort cannot be defeated."

"Well, that's a lot of pressure to put on one girl," I joked. "And why are you telling me this?"

"The prophecy speaks of a girl, a half-blood," Dumbledore continued, as if I hadn't spoken, "who was born in the ninth month, who has foresight and whose mother was killed by Voldemort. I have told you this, because you are the girl of the prophecy."

I stared at him speechless. "You-You've got to be kidding me! Right? This is ridiculous! I'm not—I don't—" I took a deep breath. "Okay, Dumbledore, let me explain to you all the reasons why I can't be the girl of the prophecy. One- I am not a half-blood. I am a muggle-born. Two- I do not have foresight. Three- My mother was killed in a car accident. And four- I am not cut out to be a hero! I am ordinary. Completely ordinary. I am not spoken about in a prophecy spoken before my time!" By the end of my speech, I had started to hyperventilate. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. And why would Charlie lie about my mother being in a car crash? He couldn't possibly have.

"I can answer all of your questions by going back one generation to your mother, Renee Dwyer. She was a pure-blood witch, although she was disowned by her parents after she ran off with your father. Top of all her classes. Loved by students and teachers alike. Head girl. She had strong foresight, the first in her family. She was almost as strong as Miss Alice Cullen.

"Now in most cases, the foresight is carried to the next generation, getting a little more diluted each time. Now, because your father is a muggle, your foresight was diluted heavily, reduced to dreams which may or may not come true, evident in the one you had about Lord Voldemort all those weeks back and last night. There are a few signs in which you can tell whether a dream is just a dream or a vision, but we shall get to that later.

"Anyway, your mother was very much involved in the Order of the Phoenix. Shortly after having you, she was involved in a mission, in which she was killed. Your father, after seeing what it had done to his wife, did not want you growing up in the wizarding world, or even knowing about it. However, when the signs showed, he had no choice but to send you to your mother's family friends, the Malfoys, in fear that you would accidentally kill him or set fire to the house.

"So, Bella, that's all three counts. There are a few other signs in which I can tell, but I shan't go into those. And as for that last protest, it is one of the stupidest things I've heard. You are a strong, bright witch who is absolutely cut out to be a hero. Now, you can tell this to Miss Granger Mr Weasley, but no one else please.

"Oh and one other thing you must be aware of. Voldemort knows who you are, what you are. He has been trying to get his hands on you almost as much as Harry. He hopes that Draco Malfoy and Harry will be enough to lure you to him. And as there is a Death Eater at Hogwarts, your security is extremely important. Do not go out of your dorm without at least one of the Cullens or a teacher."

I nodded, my head swimming with all this information. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Or Harry?"

"I wasn't entirely sure at first. Some part of me always knew, or at least suspected, but I didn't want to make a mistake. I only really knew for sure today when you told me of your dream. Alice Cullen has already had a vision very similar to yours."

"I'm going to go," I said, scrambling out of my chair. I moved towards the door. I wanted to get out of here, be alone, and process everything he had told me.

My mother was a witch.

"And Bella, because of the situation, Edward Cullen will be rejoining us today," Dumbledore called out to me.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter, even if it was just an information dump, but I felt you all had waited long enough for the truth.

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