Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, the book or it's characters. They all belong to J.K Rowling. I own Kabira Northshore, Anastasia The character, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Northshore. Updates on further OC'S will be noted in later chapters.
Chapter One - Daddy's Little Girl?
"She's on our side." Dumbledore murmured softly, trying to persuade the Order.
"She's the devils spawn!" Mad-Eye spat angrily.
"She's a child." Mrs. Weasley kept saying; the little ounce of persuasion in her voice writhering around each word.
"How can you be sure Molly? For all we know she could be playing us!" Arthur Weasley hissed, eyeing his wife bitterly for her kind ways.
"I agree with Molly. She is but a mere child! Albus, what do you know of her?" Professor McGonagall retaliated, turning her attention to Albus.
"Well after a tedious seven months of searching," Albus began, amusement dancing in his eyes after watching everyone bicker. "- she's been living as a young muggle. Quite brilliant actually, she's been hiding off in Canada. No one, not even the ministry knew she was there. Pretending to be an offshore orphan, she was adopted into a muggle family. She's been living with the name Kabira. Kabira Northshore. Of course we all know her real last name, Riddle. No one has seen her since she was 10, and she's grown into quite a healthy 15 year-old young lady. Well, she turns 16 quite soon but will all in all still be attending her fifth year at Hogwarts-" Albus continued to talk, even through Mad-Eye's snide remarks and protests at having Kabira study at Hogwarts.
"- although she advances into her studies as a muggle, she's still as skilled as her Father. Granted she wasn't very excited about seeing me. I was quite pleasantly surprised that she knew who I was. She's agreed to helping us, even though she was almost successful in pushing her Father out of her mind. But regardless, she knows more about him than anyone." Albus finished with a frown, a little bit of a cloud pushing around in his eyes.
"Poor dear..." Mrs. Weasley sighed, fiddling with a loose string from her tattered apron.
"Poor or not, she could endanger Harry!" Remus spoke up loudly and for the first time from the couch after keeping his silence the entire time.
"What if she leads Voldemort right to us?" Arthur persisted, standing up.
"Now calm down Arthur. She has put quite a powerful lock on her mind; one that Voldemort himself couldn't pass through. He taught her everything he knows, but he doesn't know everything she knows." Albus finished, standing up with a satisfied smirk. "She truly is, the only person that he ever truly loved. Well, that we know of at least..." Albus exhaled, looked relieved and satisfied at the same time.
"Molly," He addressed, turning towards her. "She will be arriving just two days from now, would it be too much to ask-"
"No it shouldn't be. I just hope the children are ready." Molly quickly interjected, sighing as she stood up. "I just hope that the children are ready..."
"How is she getting here?" Mad-Eye put in as he tossed his coat onto his back.
"Like always," Albus said, his blue eyes twinkling. "Floo."
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"I can't believe he found me." The young Kabira muttered to herself, tossing all of her clothes into a small suitcase.
"Kabira? Are you in here?" The familiar lofty voice of Kabira's best friend Anastasia floated through the cracked doorway.
"For now..." Kabira muttered solemnly, looking dejectedly up at her best friend.
Without a word, the sadden girls engulfed into a soft hug, tears bridging their eyes slightly. Pulling away, they looked at each other and couldn't help but grin.
"You'll be fine. I'm sure this new school will be...ok." Anastasia whispered persuasively.
"I hope. I mean, a new school so far from my family. I wonder how they even came to know me!" Kabira lied; even though in her mind she knew she was soon to be more famous than Harry Potter. All for the wrong reasons also.
"Well you're parents are the ones who will be having a good fit about you leaving then? I mean you're the best football player here! And in London they'll think football is soccer. They'll think your accent is weird even though THEY'RE the ones with the accent. And most of them might think you live in an IGLOO just because it's cold in Canada! And just think of all the stupid jokes they'll crack! I mean honestly!" Anastasia explained furiously, gasping for air when she finished. "Have fun." She ended, before she got up laughing and followed Kabira out the door.
"Anastasia you know those are just stereotypes, and I can always pick up Quid- I mean rugby. Mom, I'm ready for the two day flight to London!" Kabira stuttered quickly, choosing to ignore Anastasia's quizzical glance.
"Great I'm lying to my Mom Err well, Foster Mom. Could you call her that? Hopefully and most likely she doesn't know what I'm doing. What was I supposed to be doing again? Oh right, I'm to get off at the first flight so my Mom sees me board the plane, stay with Albus for a night then floo over to...to...what were their names again? Weasels? No no it was...Weasley? Ya! That was it." Kabira streamed her quick and decisive plan through her head, running over the small details of her escape carefully.
"Oh sweetie. Look at you, ready to leave your old man and me so soon." Mrs. Northshore cried, throwing her arms around her 'daughter' in a bear hug.
"M-mom. I'm fine, really! I'll be ok!" Kabira tried to scream, feeling herself running out of air, quickly.
"Oh I'm sorry, it's just...they grow up so fast!" Her Mom whispered slightly, tears actually bulging slightly on the border of her eyes. Grudgingly she pulled away from Kabira while her eyes glazed over.
"Now Mary, don't get worked up." Mr. Northshore laughed, coming up behind her and pulling both of them into a hug.
"Luke our baby is going to go away, and maybe find some English boy! We're losing our baby!" Mary said, kissing her husband on the cheek. "Well that's at least how I met your Father." Mary grinned, turning to Kabira.
"Daddy!" Kabira whined, running into Mr. Northshore's arms. "If only my real Dad loved me like this." Kabira cried throughout her head, letting a couple small tears flow free.
"Don't worry bunchies, everything is going to be fine." Luke said, pulling away. "Sergeant Anastasia, are you to accompany us to the airport and beyond?" Luke barked mockingly at Anastasia.
"Yes sir!" Anastasia yelled back with a mock salute.
Laughing, they all got into the small concept car and drove off to the international airport. But even as Kabira got into the car, her stomach seemed to be doing small flips. "Calm down, I'm sure they aren't THAT superficial!"
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"You're going to let a MURDERER INTO THIS HOUSE?" Harry yelled, standing up from the kitchen table.
It was 11 AM and everyone had just sat down to eat a short breakfast. Mrs. Weasley, thinking this was a good time to tell everyone about Kabira, obviously misjudged the fact that they might all be tired enough to shrug it off.
"Harry! She's a lovely girl and-"
"How do you know Mum? For all we know she could be...be...well she might as well be on You-Know-Who's side!" Ron stated, standing up beside Harry.
"I have to agree with Ronald Mrs. Weasley. I mean...she is You-Know-Who's daughter." Hermione persisted, standing up also.
"Ah, I see good news is hard to follow." A drifty voice laughed from the doorway, making everyone jump slightly.
Albus Dumbledore walked into the kitchen as two pairs of angry eyes followed him.
"PROFESSOR!" Harry yelled, going up right in front of Dumbledore's face.
"Harry calm down." Albus said, slightly pushing Harry down onto a nearby chair.
Harry's face was burning and his mind was spinning, so many things were running through his head that nothing made any sense anymore.
"This...GIRL, was trying to turn to the good side? She's a murderers DAUGHTER. She's the offspring of the THING that killed my parents? I wonder if I should just peel the scar off my forehead. Or never meet her? This is horrible; I don't know what Dumbledore's trying to get at!" Harry's words slid from one side of his mind to the other, dashing so quickly that Harry's eyes started to get fuzzy.
"Harry, just meet the girl. She hates her Father almost as much as you do. Actually...she had to live with him for a straight decade. She probably hates him more. Now don't give me that look." Albus said, staring into Harry's green eyes.
Harry shot him one last malicious glare before standing up and storming upstairs.
"Well. At least he took it...well?" Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully making everyone in the kitchen turn to stare at her awkwardly.
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On the airplane, Kabira kept running through her head the nice things she should say.
"What if they don't even like me? Well I don't blame them...maybe I should make a good first impression? Smile? Laugh? But what should I laugh at...their glares? Right...maybe this isn't such a good idea. I've worked so hard to push him out of my life and now he's going to be right in front of my face. And Harry...Harry Potter...I've never met him before but he probably already hates me. Maybe...maybe everything is going to be ok? Maybe they don't hate me and Albus has persuaded them that I'm really not what they think!" She persuaded herself on the plane ride, taking small pictures of the passing land underneath her.
But as soon as the plane hit ground, all of those good thoughts quickly melted out of her head.
Getting off Kabira started walking into the terminal. Muggles with crying children pushed passed her and everywhere Kabira turned, a new face seemed to face her.
"Holy hippogriff I hope that Dumbledore decides to wear muggle clothes around here." Kabira whispered quietly to herself, looking around slightly for a man in a long lavish robe with a huge white beard.
"Mrs. Riddle?" Kabira heard someone say behind her. Turning, Kabira's chocolate eyes met with the twinkling blue ones of none other than Albus Dumbledore.
AU – Thank you for reading this chapter! I'm glad that I've updated and edited this because it just is that much better! Thank you all, again, and please review! BTW: I have no stereotypes against Canada, London or anywhere at all! Merely, those general jokes were just that, jokes. Please, no on take any offense!