Ok, I"m splitting the chapter up cause I feel like it. YOu'll probably figure it out 'the truth' before I make it clear...
That's all I gotta say
Enjoy!
Sarah
P.S: The rest of this chapter will probably be posted next post, but I know chapter 9 will be 4 parts (just separated the parts so I'd know for later). I said it was long Kinda short parts, all varying in length cause I wanted to find good parts to stop at... but ya, 4 parts
And I requmend NOT skimming, because you'll get fairly confused if you do when you read the end of this part, but you'd also be ruining it for yourselves. Your choice, I'm just saying ('I will not force you' as Ishmael from Lemony Snicket's 'The End' always said...)

Chapter 8
The Truth

Another few weeks went by, and it was nearly Christmas break. Dezi’s only friend was Shane, and despite how close they were, she couldn’t help but feel there was something different about him.
“The headmaster wishes to see you,” Professor Saccomano, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, said to Dezi.
“What for?”
“I assume you’ll find out,” Professor Saccomano responded sarcastically. Dezi rolled her eyes and left the classroom. Walking down the corridors, the headed for the gargoyle that stood in place of the stairs.
“Lemon danish,” she said clearly. The stairs popped out from under the gargoyle and started turning, going up higher into the tower. Dezi stepped on and was moved to the front door of the headmaster’s office. She pulled her hand back to knock, but it opened for her.
“Come in.”
Dezi entered the office. Looking around, she saw the phoenix, Fawkes, perched next to the desk in the office. She looked at the desk and saw no one there.
“Over here,” the voice of an old, wise-sounding man came from the wall. Dezi looked and saw a number of paintings. She knew the voice belonged to the previous headmaster Professor Dumbledore. Pulling up a chair, she sat in front of the painting.
“Did... you want to see me or...”
“Yes, I did wish to see you.”
“What do you need to see me about?” Dezi asked. She heard how Dumbledore would only respond to questions if you actually asked them.
“The... new boy, Shane White is his name, am I correct?”
“Yes. What about him?”
“There is something you... need to know about him. You are his friend, correct?”
“Yes...”
“Have you been helping him?”
“I don’t really know... how to respond to that,” Dezi replied, unsure by what Dumbledore had meant.
“He is... known to be a troublemaker. Especially in his time.”
“In his time? He’s in the now, isn’t he?” Dezi pointed out.
“Oh yes, by mistake.”
“How so?”
“Your Shane took a time-turner from his friend. He lived here at Hogwarts many years before you were even born, back in the 1960s and 1970s. He was trouble...”
“If he’s not Shane, then who is he?”
“Are you sure that is the question you want answered?” Dumbledore responded, and air of mystery entering his question.
“Um... yes?”
“Good.”
Dezi let out a breath. She heard how Dumbledore would ‘test’ you in that way. She thought it was odd, but she didn’t bother asking.
“Then who is he really?”
“You have had feelings you know him, have you not?”
“I’ve had odd feelings like I’ve known him my whole life, but yet I did not recognize him.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes...?”
“Take a look at the picture the Headmaster has put on his desk.”
Dezi turned around and picked up the picture. There were four people in this picture, all looking to be about 14 or 15. There was one boy with brown hair and a book in his spare hand, another had clean cut black hair and grey eyes, one was small and seemed to be pushed into the picture, and a boy had black hair and hazel eyes.
“I’ve seen this picture before...” Dezi realized the moment she set eyes upon it.
“Indeed, you probably have. Knowing Harry...”
Dezi clenched her jaw at the mention of his name.
“But what does this have to do with anything?”
“A fair deal actually. You see the boy with the book? You probably know him now still, if he remained alive for that matter. His name is Remus Lupin.”
“Yeah, I know him.”
“And the black haired boy with hazel eyes?”
“James Potter, yeah.”
“The small boy...”
“I haven’t heard of him, actually.”
“Peter Pettigrew. He betrayed Harry’s parents, and... knowing Harry of course, I do not expect you to know Peter. But do you know the other black-haired boy with grey eyes?”
“Shane?” Dezi cut him off automatically.
“No, Sirius Black.”