The Pursuit is On
Disclaimer:
None of these characters in this chapter are my own. I've written this story for my first fan fiction and because I love J.K.'s and Tammy's work.
Chapter 1: Who is she?
"I'm relieved all of you could come," Professor McGonagall, a stern faced no-nonsense woman with dark brown hair streaked gray, said as 18 year olds Harry Potter, a messy haired boy with startlingly green eyes, and Hermione Granger, a bushy brown haired, brown eyed girl, and six of the seven Weasley children, all with flaming red hair and blue eyes, came tramping into Professor McGonagall's study. "I wasn't so certain all of you would come," she said, facing Harry, Hermione, and one of the Weasley about their age in particular.
"Of course we came," said the two, identical, twenty year old Weasley twins.
"I knew you would come Fred, George," she turned to the only Weasley girl. "I told your mother I wanted to speak with you the generally Ginny."
"'Bout what exactly?" asked Ginny, the youngest and only girl of the Weasley children. "Mum didn't tell me what you wanted."
"That's because I didn't tell her what I was going to ask you, but we'll get that in due time, but right now I want to talk to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bill, and Charlie. Alone."
"Then why did you call all of us?" asked Fred, or was it George? Oh, what does it matter, anyway? "Don't bother answering," he waved his hand at her. "We'll leave," His eyes sparked mischievously. "For now." Before they left the room Harry saw him pull Extendable ears halfway out of his pocket. None of them put up a fight, which is what they all would usually do.
McGonagall waited a few moments to be sure they had gone done the spiral staircase and past the gargoyle, before turning back to face Harry, Hermione, and the three remaining Weasleys.
"I found this the other day," and from behind her desk she pulled up Dumbledore's old pensive.
"His pensive?" Harry asked unbelievingly. "You knew about it."
"Harry, that night, a year ago, when you left the grounds with him," McGonagall began to say as Harry's face fell into despair. "Harry I hate to do this to you, but I need to know if he said anything um… bizarre."
Harry's lips twisted into a half smile. "When didn't he say anything bizarre?" everyone smiled including Fred, George, and Ginny standing outside the gargoyle.
"Did he... maybe...blame himself for… anything? At all?"
"Like…?" Hermione pushed.
"You know what," Harry said, popping back into the conversation, "he did. His exact words were, 'It's all my fault, all my fault. Please make it stop, I know I did wrong, oh please make it stop and I'll never, never again…' But I don't think he realized he said it."
"I think I should tell you what his words mean," McGonagall sat in the chair before the pictures of past headmasters and –mistresses. "Dumbledore has… no had a granddaughter," the five shucked in their breaths, "she died when she was four, along with her parents. Professor Dumbledore has always blamed himself for her death. While she was living he doted on her." McGonagall impatiently dashed away the tears that were forming in her eyes. "He was never the same after that."
Much like I blame myself for Professor Dumbledore's, Harry thought to himself.
"How did she die? Did He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named do it?" Ron managed to squeak out through his terror.
"You-Know-Who didn't do it. Dumbledore never found out who did, but he used to swear that when he did he would kill them in the most fearful way he could think of." She placed her hands on either side of the pensive. "This pensive holds most of Dumbledore's memories, including the one where he had went to check on his family and found his daughter and her husband dead, and his granddaughter, Gabriela, missing. His first thought was of finding her and in his mind the fastest way would be to go after Voldermort, who he had thought had done it."
"Naturally," Bill said, "I would think so too!"
"Why?" Hermione asked. "We get she was Dumbledore's granddaughter and would've been a huge lever over him, why a four year old? Why not his daughter?"
"It wasn't because she was Dumbledore's granddaughter. It was because she was extremely powerful, more powerful than any other witch, even greater then either Voldermort or Dumbledore. And because, well, She's also Voldermort's granddaughter, too!"
There was pounding on the staircase and in came Fred, George, and Ginny, all of them shouting, before the door was even all the way open, "What!?"
McGonagall sighed. "I had hoped this wouldn't have gotten around."
Charlie, completely ignoring his younger siblings, asked, "What is it that you want us to do with this information?"
"Not what I want you to do, but Dumbledore wants you to do." The eight of them gave her strange looks, saying 'He's dead, he can't talk to us.' She reached into her robes and pulled out a roll of parchment. She tossed it to Harry, and because of his extraordinary snitching skills, who caught it without even glancing its way. "I found that two days ago wedged in the desk drawer, it's from him." No one needed to ask who "him" was.
Harry unrolled the parchment and Began to read,
"'Dear Harry, Hermione, the 7 Weasley children, and Minevera,
Yes I know it will be you ten reading this letter, a year or maybe longer after my death, for all I know it could be only hours after my death.
The reason why I'm writing this letter to you is because I don't believe my little Ellie is dead. She is alive somewhere, I just know it. Follow my memories and I beg of you to find and protect her from Voldermort. He is bound to go after her now that I am dead. Harry I have reasons to believe that she has one of the you-know-what's. Voldermort had stashed it onto her.
Minevera, Harry, do not blame yourselves for my death. It was bound to happen. Harry never lose your curiosity, it is one of greatest attributes. It will help you finish the work I have left onto you.
Make sure Lupin and Tonks never give up on their love, it will help them get by in the days ahead. Harry, I believe in you.
With all the love in my heart,
Professor Albus Dumbledore
P.S. If need be when you find her, if she is like Voldermort do with her as you like. But please no matter how much you hate her for her blood, give her a fair shot.'" Harry looked up at everyone; all of them had shock written all over their faces and their bodies were all tense.
"There might be another Dark Lord… Lady out there." Bill whispered. "This cannot reach the ears of the minister."
"That is the reason why Percy isn't here." McGonagall confirmed.
Ginny grinned evilly. "Also, he's a git." Everyone's face broke into grins like hers and nodding in agreement. "Now, will you tell us what Fred, George, and me are doing here?"
"Bill, Charlie, Harry, Ron, and Hermione will be going to that other world to track Gabriela down, but of course we need three very clever people, mind you they need to be good at making up stories, to cover for them. We cannot let the Minister find out, he will eat the poor girl alive. Saying if they can capture and kill Voldermort's granddaughter, who is supposed to be more powerful then him, then they could surely do the same to him as well."
"Twisted logic," Charlie murmured.
"Who is she?" Gionny asked.
"A young woman in that other world, that Dumbledore had placed Gabriela in."
"That gives us a lot of detail to go on," Ron muttered. Hermione elbowed him.
"What does she have to do with this War?" Charlie asked ignoring Hermione and Ron who had started to argue, loudly.
"She's a powerful witch, even if she's not like You-Know-Who ever side will want her on their side."
"And if she is?" Bill asked, Running his hand through his hair, that had been let down today.
Minevera's face turned grim. "Don't worry about that, bring her back here and the Order of the Phoenix, will judge whether she is most like Dumbledore or Voldermort." She stood up. "Let us go into Dumbledore's memories and hope there is a clue there that will led us to her."
It was a small cabin, nothing special, only big enough for two people, if squeezed they could fit a small child in as well. Dumbledore, his hair and beard not completely white wearing bright pink robes dusted with cobwebs, making it look like he had locked it in a trunk for several hundred years and decided to wear it without first cleaning it off. The matching pointed hat had several large black spiders crawling up and down it. Ron seeing this started to whimper, forgetting that memories couldn't touch them as they couldn't touch them. Floating behind Dumbledore was a trunk, filled so much it bulged at the sides.
"Elli!" Dumbledore called in a singsong voice. "I have presents for you. Come out, come out where ever you are." Dumbledore had almost reached the door, but instead of seeing a door, he saw into the house.
Lying on the floor was a blond haired, blue-eyed woman and a brown haired green-eyed man, in bloodied robes.
"Gabriela!" Dumbledore shouted, with a thump the trunk hit the floor bursting open and sending little girl toys everywhere. The head of one of the dolls went flying. He began to run into the cabin. "Gabriela! Please come out!" he stepped over the bodies of his daughter and son-in-law. He ran into a little side room, it was painted pink , had a hand-made pink rug on the floor, and on the walls were drawings the little girl had done herself, all of them in amazing detail. In one, you could tell, was Dumbledore with a blue-eyed girl on his shoulders.
Dumbledore got down on his knees and looked under the bed, all that was there were dust bunnies. "Elli!" he called falling into himself. "It's all my fault. All my fault!"
"Did you notice anything that was out of the ordinary?" McGonagall asked.
"It looked like any other home, for a small family, almost like Fluer's and mine." Bill answered.
"No it didn't." Charlie argued. "There were objects, magical objects, that don't exist in our world. The only room that looked ordinary in our perspective would be Gabriela's. The only things of our world were the dresser, bed, and the pink rug."
"We have to find that cabin, only there will the true clues lie." Harry said.
"If it still exists," Ron muttered, Hermione smacked him on the head. "Hey, 'Mione, don't do that."
"Ronald!" Hermione scolded him, finally losing her patience with him. "That cabin is our only clue to her. We must find it. But how?"
"Do they have magic in this world?" Bill asked. "If they do we might be able to recruit some of them to help."
"There are," McGonagall said, smirking, "and better. Everyone knows about magic."
"That means we can use magic openly." Harry said, beginning to smirk himself. "This has just gotten a whole lot easier."
"Now, how do we start?" Charlie asked.
"Simple," Bill answered, "we head to that world. Let's go pack. There's no telling how long we'll be there, but we know it will be a long time. I just hope we're back for…"