Something Worth Fighting For
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. The plot is my own and I am making no money from this.
Chapter I: Lies And Bodyguards
Loki Addams wasn't her real name. Loki Addams was never an orphan. Everything that she had been led to believe was a lie. Now as she dismounted her Firebolt, she realised why.
"Welcome to Hogwarts Miss Addams." A kind looking man, with the longest beard ever, said.
"Who are you?" Loki glared, she hated this whole affair. The sixteen years of training on that godforsaken island. Fifteen years of beatings and hard work. The only human contact she had was with her cruel teachers and even crueller trainers.
"I am Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will be enrolling in this school in a month. Now please follow me, I will have your bags taken to the Gryffindor dormitory." He explained, leading her up to a grand looking stone castle. The grounds stretched out over the horizon and Loki could just make out a quidditch pitch in the distance. A dark forest went round most of the perimeter apart from the right side where a murky lake stood, water rippling in the warm summer breeze.
Loki sat down in a red armchair next to a tall, pale man with greasy black hair and a large nose. He looked at her with something that resembled pity for a moment before turning back to scowling at the Headmaster.
"Loki, this is Professor Severus Snape. He will be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. He is also here to help you in anyway concerning your duties." Dumbledore introduced them, Snape just nodded at her.
"Duties sir?" Said Loki perplexed.
"Yes, the reason you have been in training all your life is for one soul purpose. You will be Miss Hermione Grangers bodyguard. She will be informed of this of course." He said, popping a yellow sweet into his mouth.
"And why exactly does this Granger girl need protecting?" Loki said bitterly, she resented this girl already. It was her fault Loki had suffered all her life.
"As you know we are in the middle of a war. Harry Potter was supposedly the chosen one. But I was wrong. He is not. Miss Granger is. After Harry was killed a scar appeared on Miss Grangers neck. The Dark Lord was somehow informed of this and will do anything he can to try and kill her. This is why she needs you to protect her." Dumbledore finished. Loki scowled.
"Fine, but first I want some answers. Why was I taken from my parents? Why was I put in that despicable training camp when you could have trained me here? What is my real name? And most of all. Where. Are. .Parents?!" Loki almost yelled, she had risen from her chair and was now leaning over Dumbledore's desk.
"Please, sit down and I shall explain." Dumbledore said, no longer smiling.
"First of all, I needed you, and your father couldn't keep you, I could not have trained you properly without someone finding out…" Snape snorted.
"Something to say Severus" Dumbledore glared a little.
"You could have trained her. I could have trained her. There was no reason to make her suffer just so you could save your precious, fake, chosen one." Snape sneered. Dumbledore waved off his comments.
"Secondly, your real name is Loki Black. You were named Loki after the greek god of mischief. Your father was quite the prankster." Loki's scowl lifted a little.
"And lastly, I regret to inform you that your mother is dead. But your father is alive and well. You will be able to see him in a few days." Dumbledore smiled at the last part. Loki frowned.
"How did my mother die?"
"She died giving birth to you." Dumbledore said sympathetically. Loki felt a slight pang of guilt but shook it off.
"Now, your duties…" Dumbledore began.
Loki followed Snape up to the Gryffindor tower.
"So how come I don't even get sorted. Surely I could still protect this mudblood from the dungeons." Loki sneered. Snape smiled a little, but kept it hidden.
"So you prefer Slytherin?" Snape remarked.
"No one who possess an inch of brain power can deny that Slytherin is the better house." Loki smirked.
"Indeed, well I'm sure it can be arranged for you to wear a Slytherin uniform. You will receive quite a bit of hatred from the Gryffindors, not to mention Granger." Snape smiled.
"Oh what a pity, poor Granger being protected by a pureblood Slytherin. I am not looking for her friendship or approval Professor, to tell you the truth I resent the girl. It is her fault that I never got to be a child. Her fault that I spent my whole life training." Loki sneered.
"Here we are, I believe your dormitory is up the stairs, t the right and then the sixth door." Snape said, pushing open the portrait of the fat lady.
"The password to the common room is…ugh…Harry James Potter." Snape gagged at the sentimentality. Loki nodded and sprinted off to bed.
The Burrow
Hermione Granger sat in her shared room. She was comforting the youngest Weasley, Ginny, after the death of her boyfriend Harry Potter.
"I-I l-l-l-loved h-him s-so much." Ginny sobbed. Hermione nodded and hugged the younger girl tighter, stroking her vibrant red hair.
"Mione?" Hermione looked up to see a red faced Ronald Weasley at the door. Tears where still streaming down his freckled face. She stopped stroking Ginny's hair and beckoned for Ron to come and sit. He stumbled across the room and buried his head in Hermione's shoulder.
It took three weeks for everyone to stop crying. After the funeral was over everyone had seemed to be ok. Then they all woke in the night, grief restored to what it had been the night Harry died. Hermione had sat comforting Ginny and Ron for almost seven days in a row. When all she wanted to d was be alone.
She finally got that chance three weeks before the start of term.
Hermione sat in the shared bedroom, alone with her cat Crookshanks. She stroked the cats head absentmindedly as she let tears roll down her cheeks. She hadn't had a chance to cry properly, she was too busy trying to console everyone else. Suddenly there were a series of loud pops from downstairs. Hermione drew her wand and crept out of the bedroom.
"Put your wand away Granger, it's only us." Moody boomed. Hermione poked her head round the corner to see three members of the order standing in the living room.
"Tonks? Moody? Sirius? What are you guys doing here?" Hermione brightened at the sight of the friendly faces.
"We're here to collect you, Dumbledore is expecting us. Something about a daughter, a bodyguard and a new member." Tonks said brightly. Hermione rushed upstairs to grab her cloak and shoes.
Hogwarts
Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore and Loki black stood in the middle of the headmasters office. They were awaiting the arrival of Hermione Granger.
Suddenly the fire turned green and began to spit. Then there was a bang and Alastor Moody stepped out of the fireplace. He was tall and podgy, his dirty brown hair hung down above his shoulders and his fake eye whizzed round in its socket. He grunted at the two professors before retreating away from the fire place. The next person through was a beautiful young witch by the name of Nymphadora Tonks, she was quite petit, had spiky purple hair and wore a tight black shirt and faded blue jeans.
Next came Hermione Granger with her bushy brown hair. Lastly was Sirius Black, he looked pale and worn from the years in Azkaban but still had a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
"Tonks, Alastor, Sirius, Hermione. I hope you are all well." Dumbledore greeted them. They all nodded.
"Whose the girl?" Moody growled, eyeing Loki with distaste.
"She is the reason I have brought you all here today." Dumbledore smiled. Loki stood silently. Her back was ridged and she barely moved.
"This is Loki Black." Dumbledore smiled, indicating to Loki. Sirius gasped.
"S-Sh…It can't be. You lie Albus." He stuttered, turning to glare at the old man.
"No, she is Loki Black. She is your daughter Sirius." Dumbledore explained. Loki frowned and eyed the man that was supposedly her father.
"Pleasure to meet you sir." She said formally, she had always been trained to greet people in a military like fashion. Tears welled in Sirius' eyes. He rushed forwards and pulled Loki into a bone crushing hug.
"I thought I'd never see you again." He sobbed. Loki remained still, she didn't know what to do. Her heart screamed at her to hug him, to weep with him. But her mind forced her to remain still and emotionless. Sirius tried to get her to respond by hugging her tighter. This failed.
"Dumbledore you bastard! What did you turn her into!" Yelled Sirius, releasing Loki and drawing his wand on the elderly man.
"I had her trained to be the perfect bodyguard. She wasn't trained to feel emotions, she was trained to be efficient." Dumbledore explained.
"You trained her? YOU TRAINED HER!" yelled Sirius.
"She was not yours to train! She is not some sort of mongrel pup that can be trained to do your bidding!"
"Sirius, calm yourself. Loki, you may act how you wish to act, you may give in to your feelings today if you wish." Dumbledore commanded. Loki glared at him.
"Ok then." She sneered, she drew her wand and threw spell after spell at the old man. He blocked most of them, but not before she had managed to set his beard on fire.
"That's enough! Stand down!" Dumbledore boomed. Something in Loki's brain clicked back into place and she stood to attention, wand concealed in her clothing again. Sirius growled.
"Don't ever control my daughter like that." He hissed.
"I'm afraid it is necessary, she is dangerous if let loose. As you just witnessed. Anyway, back to why we are here." Dumbledore said, putting his beard out.
"Hermione, Loki will be your bodyguard from now on, she will eat with you, go to your lessons, study with you. Essentially she will be with you almost all the time." Hermione nodded.
"Don't I get to have a life?" Loki muttered.
"Also, Loki will be a new member of the order." Dumbledore continued, ignoring Loki's comment.
After an hour of explaining and planning Loki was sent with Hermione, Sirius and Tonks back to the burrow. But not before Dumbledore had given her two new weapons. Two magical knifes that could cut through anything. Loki concealed them under her shirt where they were unseen but easily accessible.
She received a warm welcome from the Weasleys and was immediately given a place to sleep. Loki politely refused. She didn't sleep. She began her duties immediately and traced the perimeter of the Weasley's residence. She renewed the security spells and added her own spells. By the time she was done The Burrow was an impenetrable fortress. She then cast the her 'quick pass' spell on each of the Weasleys and Hermione, Tonks and Sirius. This allowed them to pass through her security spells with ease.
"Loki dear, please, sit and enjoy dinner. I'm sure there are no death eaters hiding in the bushes." Mrs Weasley said for the hundredth time.
"I apologise ma'am but I am here to protect you, not to enjoy myself. But I am sure your food is absolutely delicious and that you will all enjoy your meal." Loki replied. Mrs Weasley gave her a sympathetic look before joining in Tonks and Sirius' conversation.
"I agree, it's barbaric what Dumbledore has put her through. No child should be forced to give up their childhood just so they can be trained not to feel or enjoy themselves." Mrs Weasley said, a little too loud. Loki chuckled.
"So Loki, you know anything about pranks?" Fred and George yelled. Loki looked round.
"Yes, and I do believe that there is one in your tomato soup." Loki smiled. Fred and George looked perplexed, then suddenly their noses began to grow and grow and their skin turned bright purple and sprouted boils everywhere. Sirius burst out laughing at the end of the table.
"She is so mine. Even when she's trained she still pulls pranks on everyone." Sirius gasped for air. The whole of the Weasley table was in stitches. Fred and George had blown up like purple balloons and were now bouncing around the ceiling. Loki chuckled and turned back to watching the garden carefully.
It was gone midnight at The Burrow and everyone was sound asleep. Except Loki. She stood resting her back on the door that led into the hallway. She could see the sleeping figures of Ginny and Hermione on their single beds, she could see the ginger cat wrapped round one of Granger's feet.
She had been taught to see in the dark. Taught to notice things that others wouldn't, hear things that were inaudible to others. She was a deadly assassin with pin point accuracy and lethal moves. And yet somehow she was still scared. Scared that somehow something would break through her icy exterior and smash her cold heart. She was scared of being hurt. That is why she didn't hug her father or eat with the Weasley's.
She was trained to keep emotional contact and attachment to a minimum. And when her mission was over, she would either begin another or be disposed of, either by Dumbledore, or herself. She couldn't break her training, in Dumbledore's office earlier was proof of just that. So there was no way she could have a life outside of her duties. This didn't make her sad, just angry, she wished she had never been trained. Wished Granger and Potter had never been born so there was no reason for her to be controlled. She glared at Hermione's sleeping figure. Then it came to her. Revenge.
A.N: Hello! Thanks for reading! Review if you like it!
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