Chapter One: The Big Reveal
Yavana Imlerith Xizor Ungoliant Grindelwald was the most beautiful woman with her luxurious straight black hair, shimmering mahogany eyes, porcelain white flawless skin, and naturally golden teeth and fingernails. Her trim figure consisted of long, shapely legs, elegant, slender neck, voluptuous breasts, long, delicate fingers, and a firm, round buttocks. All the boys who saw her lusted after the nearly perfect goddess while the girls were livid with envy.
At present, Yavana was beginning her seventh year at Hogwarts where she belonged to House Forrester since none of the other four houses where good enough for her. The school payed to build a special expansion to the Hogwarts castle to accommodate a brand new tower for the Forrester house. It had a private theater, a disco and bowling hall, a mini-spa that included a small swimming pool, and the most exquisite lounge with a full bar and grand piano.
The first night of her seventh year, Yavana lounged on a leather couch while she listened to a record of Elvis Presley while reading the latest "soon-to-be-made-into-a-movie" young adult novel. A fire crackled in the hearth and cast a warm glow across the room.
Footsteps echoed up the stairway, announcing the arrival of a visitor. Yavana Imlerith Xizor Ungoliant Grindelwald patiently put down her book and straightened herself up. As the face came into view, Yavana was surprised to see that is was Harry Potter. His hair was unkempt as ever and his glasses where slightly crooked.
"Yavana Imlerith Xizor Ungoliant Grindelwald," Harry began, puffing ever so slightly from his long climb. "I need to ask you something that is very important."
"My, you do look troubled," Yavana purred in an amused tone. A smile spread across her face as she patted the open seat beside her; beckoning Harry to rest. "Do tell me what is so important that you would venture forth from your cozy commons… and all alone? It is almost unheard of." There was no hint of irony or sarcasm in her voice, just a cat like curiosity.
"Yavana Imlerith Xizor Ungoliant Grindelwald, are you the daughter of the notorious wizard, Gellert Grindelwald?" Potter inquired anxiously.
"Uh… that was… you weren't… wait!" Yavana stuttered. "That information is not supposed to be revealed until a later date, when the hour is most dire and the sheer horror of the fact would appear to be a ghastly discovery!" She paused to recover her composure. "Why do you ask?"
Potter blinked. His confusion left him speechless. Several minutes of awkward staring and hemming passed before Harry regained his composure.
"I was wondering why you shared the same last name." Potter confessed sheepishly.
"My dear Potter," Yavana began in a velvety tone. "How many years have you known me?"
"Is this a trick? You know we both met during our first year." A hint of frustration in his voice showed that he was not on the same page as Yavana Imlerith Xizor Ungoliant Grindelwald.
"And you are only now asking me about my last name?" She raised an eyebrow. "I will admit that it would have been wiser to have gone by my mother's maiden name but mistakes will happen."
"What is your mother's maiden name?" Harry asked, distracted from his ineptness.
"Poppins," Yavana calmly replied.
"Oh. I see." Potter squirmed where he was standing as he had decided not to sit next to the living embodiment of beauty. "Does that mean you are related to the famous Mary Poppins?"
"Yes, she is my mother… or at least she was until she was murdered by a Dark Lord." Yavana turned her face away from her guest in an attempt to hide her tears.
"Voldemort!" Harry growled, his teeth clenched and hands balled into fists.
Her head snapped back towards where Potter was standing and she locked her gaze with his.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" She frowned in annoyance. "A Dark Lord not a Daft Lord! I'm talking about the kind of villain that seeks to enslave and destroy all that is good; the one who must not be named!"
"Yes, Voldemort," Harry insisted. "He killed both of my parents and has caused the suffering of many more."
"Be it as it may, I speak of an ancient evil that knows no bounds and who may only be defeated destroying a piece of jewelry that contains part of his soul… his power."
"Same here. Actually, Hermione, Ron, and I were supposed to be out looking for those pesky doo-dads right now but I felt strangely compelled to return to school despite all the obvious perils and contradiction of our previously established plans."
"You must have been 'called' here for I have in my possession the very trinket that you seek. It was sent to me by my uncle, Bilbo Baggins, who bequeathed this most dangerous secret to me after his other nephew's eyes spontaneously exploded out of his head. May he rest in peace." Her last words were whispered as if in prayer.
"You have a horcrux?" Potter gasped. "Maybe you should come with us, Yavana Imlerith Xizor Ungoliant Grindelwald?"
"It would be most advantageous for your merry little band of heroes to have a person of my renown and expertise to aid an undertaking of this magnitude. Give me an hour to pack my belongings and we shall reconvene in front of the Great Hall." Yavana made a flourishing motion and gracefully rose to feet, executing a most elegant bow in the process.
"Alright," Potter agreed. "I will go get Ron and Hermione from the Gryffindor common room where I left them and meet you in an hour. You may want to wear some comfortable shoes," he added as he noticed the rich ash colored silk slippers Yavana was wearing. "We are going to be doing a lot of walking."