“Mummmmm!” I yell at the top of my lungs, not caring that the windows are open and anyone could hear me. How could they keep this from me my entire life? “Yes, ‘Mione?” She replies sweetly. I glare at her, and I think the notices the Zabinis in our living area. “Oh.” She knows. She’s always known. I’m filled with rage and fury, until I see a tear fall down my mother’s cheek. I get up and hug her, but once I sit back down and make eye contact with
Mrs. Zabini/(Mum?), the fury comes back. I turn again to Mum/(Mrs.Granger?) and I don’t even know how I feel anymore. Mrs.Granger looks into my eyes and said four words. Four words that would change my life.