Disclaimer: Hey its been awhile but I'm back. Straight from my imagination comes the plot, but unfortunately the rest of HP doesn't belong to me. tear lol R&R

In the darkness of the night nine hooded figures made their way into a hidden glen in the forest. Waiting there were three others, men, whose thoughts seemed to weigh heavy on their minds. Never before had mortal men entered through the mists, but two of the maidens had witnessed their coming from the Tor. For this reason alone she had brought the two, they stood directly behind her in silence. Why and how these strangers had managed to come to her island Morgaine could not be sure, but whatever their reasons they seemed intent to speak.
"Who among you is the King of such a place as this?"
Morgaine dropped her hood blinding them with all the radiance she had come to possess in her years. Of them the ancient one came forward, lowering himself as far as he could. It was a sign of goodwill and of trust, not once did his sapphire eyes hover upward. In return Morgaine allowed her dark hair to fall over her face in the slightest bow of her head. She could feel the understanding between them as he straightened and awaited her reply. She was no commoner of the land.
"We have no kings here. I am the Lady of Atlantis, and of Avalon, once in the mist the two lands have become entwined and it is I who watch over them. They call me the Lady Morgaine," She gestured toward the other women gracefully, "And these are the Sisters of Atlantis. Tell me, ancient, what has brought you here past the mists of my ancestors?"

From within his robes he pulled out a piece of what must have once been rich fabric. Upon further handling she closed her eyes needing to see no more. The crest there was one she had seen sixteen years ago, following the arrival of a girl child in need of a guardian. Lillikira had been raised as her own, she had possessed all the qualities of the next Lady including the sight. Never had Morgaine thought that the child would one day leave her side. Lillikira's place had always been with her people.
"It is her people that call her back Lady Morgaine. They call her back in the form of her brother Harry."
Pushing the tears back Morgaine turned toward her daughter. Nothing could be seen within the hood save almond-shaped eyes the color of sparkling emeralds. There had been no talk of a brother, or any other family for that matter. Morgaine and Lillikira had assumed the whole time that all they had was each other. It had been enough to have Lillikira in her arms, to love, a light in a time when all others had gone out. In her heart of hearts Morgaine knew there was no other choice to be made. The girl child known as Lillikira would go from the Isle into the land of her brother.
"Go forth from this Isle Lillikira, maiden of Atlantis, and may your footsteps be guided and kept safe by the Lady."
Her hands showed no sign of the agony within as they lowered the hood of the maiden. The younger woman's short crimson hair was pressed back as Morgaine brushed a kiss against her temple. They could not openly show affection here, among the other sisters, but Morgaine could sense the pain in her daughter's eyes. These men had torn her between two worlds, two people, one of which needed her more than the other. Who was Morgaine to hold the child back? She who had preached duty to her people before all else. Here was the ultimate test.
"Milady I would wish to talk with you in private, but first I will send your daughter into the capable hands of my Deputy Headmistress."

The two men followed him toward the portal he had created among the mists. Lillikira squeezed her mother's hand as she passed, but said nothing. She walked into the mists with her chin high, her expression as shrouded as she knew the Isle to be. Not once did she look back into the pained expression of the woman who had raised her.
"Lady, mother to us all, protect my child," she whispered, "keep her safe from those who would harm her, allow her to heal her brother and come back to me safely."

Morgaine turned to find herself alone with one other hooded figure. The other maiden had seated herself before the well where she sat entranced, unaware of anything in the garden. Morgaine laid a hand on the child and watched . . . Lillikira was not the only one to leave.

"Leila! Come back to me Leila, follow my voice!"
Morgaine gathered up the girl in her arms hoping to quell the soul- wrenching screams ripping from her throat. For a moment she feared the girl had been lost to the vision, she tossed and turned as if forced into some nightmare.
"Sirius," she whimpered, "don't leave me."

Morgaine drew back from the girl. As one of the maidens Leila was kept far from the reaches of men, how then had she encountered one? Once touched by man she would lose her capacity to rise up in the ranks of the temple. This had not been the fate written for her upon the Birthing Scrolls. Morgaine whirled around as a branch cracked behind her. There the ancient stood looking down upon the girl.
"She is inclined to visions? Milady may I?"
He could see the disgust in the Morgaine's eyes for the girl in his arms. She looked about the same age as Harry. She had even called Sirius's name. Since the end of last term he had gained no news of Harry and neither did, though it was sad to say, Hermione or Ron. Upon threatening to storm the Dursley house there had been a letter written to Lupine, the only living friend of Sirius Black. Harry had denounced magic, and all that he had come to see. The pain he had said was all too much to stomach and he would lose no one else. Focusing back on the girl it took no time to realize the situation. He had heard rare cases of soul-mates, but among all this seemed to be the most eerie. She could feel what Harry felt, she could see what he saw, and he assumed that it was also the same for Harry. This child would be the key to everything.
"Harry," he whispered, "Harry wake up! Sirius's death was not your fault."
The girl shuddered and fell limp in his arms. The vision was gone and so was his link.
"Lady Morgaine, this girl, may I take her with me? She too has a key role to play in the war against my people."
Morgaine folded her arms pensively. If she let Leila leave the Isle she would have no one to take her place. Another would have to be chosen in case . . . . In case her daughter would not return. Yet if she allowed Leila to leave Lillikira would not be alone in the ancient's strange world. They could dwell together until their duties to Lillikira's people were done.
"Her name is Leila. Ancient you have deprived me of two daughters today, what have you to offer me in their stead?"
Picking her off the ground the ancient gave a heavy-hearted smile.
"In their stead I can only give you the assurance that if they succeed a great and terrible evil shall not come to wreak havoc on your lands. And I give also a warning: If they fail another shall soon come through the mists and his name shall be Voldemort, do not take kindly to such a stranger milady."