"Mom, what are you saying?" Gwen asked sincerely.
"I'm saying that this real world you were living in, where you go to college and have a younger brother and sister, I'm saying it's not real." Mrs. LeFey replied.
"How could that be?"
"Honey, you took your father's death so hard. I just couldn't bear it. So I created a world for you where he was still alive. Of course you were still living and breathing here, but you mostly just went through the motions, living almost fully in a dream world."
"But I thought that this was the dream world."
"I'm afraid not honey."
"So, dad really is dead and Harry's real and..." Gwen stopped. She was at an utter loss for words.
"Everything here is real. College was just a dream."
"And the books?" Gwen squeezed out in a barely audible whisper.
"You mean the Rowling books? That was a nice touch. I made her up and she wrote about current events in our world. I thought you'd best be up to date."
"I think my brain is going to explode."
"Sweety, I meant well."
"I know mom. I know. It's just a lot to take in."
"Your Professor McGonagall began to suspect something was amiss when you started getting full marks on all your tests. If you were so capable all along then why were you so distracted? Minerva and I go a ways back."
"Did you explain it to her?"
"Not at first, but she understood why. I couldn't let it get out that I was still alive."
"How do you mean?"
"Gwen honey, it's a very long story and you look like you haven't eaten in days. Why don't we sit down over a cup of tea and I'll tell you the whole thing?"
"Sure." Gwen sighed. She just wanted answers and her brain was swarming. If everything her mother was telling her was indeed true then her mother was the most powerful witch alive. Possibly even more powerful than Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard known to date. But that meant that her mother wasn't a muggle and that Gwen was more pureblood than she had first thought.
She watched as her mother took a seat at the Gryffindor table, waiting for Gwen to join her. "It's so strange sitting here." Her mother said.
Gwen took a seat across from her mother and a plate of chicken and potatoes appeared before her. The house elves must have read her mind. She began to eat quickly, forgetting for a moment that her mother was sitting across from her.
Beorc cleared her throat. "So, you really want me to explain everything?"
"Yes." She thought this moment would never come. "Yes I do."