Disclaimer: All these magical characters, a few referenced events and the settings all belong to J.K. Rowling. All the other things thrown in are mine. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N Wow well this used to be all one really long and dull chapter. Now I've sliced it up and spiced it up. It simmered in my spell-check and now complete for your reading pleaseure,

The Seguir Encanto

In the midst of a bland, blank, non-descript chamber sat an aged woman. The deep wrinkles on her face showed every sign of age. Her transparent skin betrayed her years. The skin of her cheeks was stretched taut. This woman's name was Arabella and her silver hair glistened in the phosphorescent light of the hospital room. The tissue of her hands was indeed so white that you could see every bone and vein in her hand. Her tongue was not as quick as it used to be but her mind remained unspoiled and clear.

Arabella's large violet eyes darted to the door as a tall young man who shone with magic stepped boldly inside. Ever in seemingly Muggle-like clothes you could see clearly that he was anything but Muggle. Maybe it was the scar stamped across his forehead, dazzlingly bright like lightning. The scar, a souvenir of an encounter with the darkest wizard that ever lived.

"Harry I thought you would never arrive!" said Arabella amid labored gasps of breath.

"Mrs. Figg calm yourself we have a major task ahead of us. First I must undo all that you have gone through in these past years of battling Him." , Harry spoke in almost a whisper, for fear of the Muggle nurses overhearing. Harry glanced around, raised his wand and murmured a spell.

It was if time spun backwards. Arabella's ancient face smoothed her violet eyes became once more bright and her hair slowly regained it's auburn color from the roots to the tips as it slowly lengthened. Her spine grew straight and proud as Arabella climbed off the hospital bed and steadied herself on her feet. Harry gasped at the transformation his spell has caused.

Arabella , still unsure of herself, crept carefully across the tiled floor and looked lovingly into the mirror hung on the wall. She saw herself seventy years earlier at the sweet age of 19. Her comrade in arms against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He stood broodingly by a window like a romantic hero. He too was adolescent and was antsy at the prospect of continuing the task with a mere girl his own age. She looked at him considering him.

"Tell me now what is this task you speak of?", Arabella's voice floated over to him, youthful once more.

"Mrs. Figg ," he began but she cut him off.

"Please call me Arabella, I am no longer your senior." She interrupted.

"Very well then, Arabella this is not the time or place to speak of Him."

"Why not the Muggles will not overhear. Use your gift, you are not the only living Parselmouth you know."

Harry was startled by her knowledge of his past but began to tell her calmly what they were expected to do. I will tell this in short to prevent the unnecessary writing of a lot of hissing and spitting. Voldemort had risen again and as it had happened just previous to Harry's He was gaining followers. Harry had been asked by Dumbledore in his final minutes of life to revive all past Aurors and anti-Voldemort confidants. All were now dead except for old Mad-eye Moody and Arabella Figg. Moody was waiting outside because as he put it, "Bloody Muggles, cain't stand'em."

When this conversation ended Harry led Arabella out of the hospital and swiftly through the Muggle parking lot. There was a small wood near the edge of the empty lot where Moody waited amid the trees. The three then Apparated to the edge of the Hogwarts grounds where our story continues.

Harry breathed the sweet Hogwarts air as they stepped toward the lake. The reason they had not simply Apparated to the castle was , as Hermione mentioned many times, "You simply cannot Apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds!!!".

A few moments later they were climbing the front steps of Hogwarts their alma-mater. Moody's face was unscarred and Arabella was to Harry simply beautiful. His musing over his companions was cut short by Hermione bursting out the front doors scolding them for being late. She led them back to the entry hall where Ron stood with his mother and father Molly and Arthur.

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Later that night the group met once again in the entrance Hall. Hermione led the way, she turned left then right then right again till they found themselves in the very classroom where Harry had first encountered the Mirror of Erised in his first year. Busily she unfurled a scroll out on an old desk and all gathered around. It read as follows:

The Last Will and Testament of Albus Dumbledore I have left nearly everything already in order to Minerva McGonagall except for the matter of Dark-Arts prevention after my death. To the following people I place the full responsibility of anti- Voldemort workings, Professor Alastor Moody Auror Arabella Figg Auror Arthur and Molly Weasly Harry Potter Ronald Weasly Hermione Granger Professor G. Flitwick Professor Severus Snape Professor Remus Lupin Sirius Black Professor J. Sprout Neville Longbottom .

Everyone glanced around, awestruck that Dumbledore had left them with such a pressing responsibility. Hermione, as usual had no time for dawdling, hurried them from the room and bustled down yet another corridor. After walking briskly for about fifteen minutes they came to a Griffin statue and Harry knew yet again where he was, Dumbledore's office.

Hermione said the password ( drooble's best blowing gum) and they entered the large circular room where Fawkes awaited them. There was a definite gloom to the room without Dumbledore there. As they stepped in the room Dumbledore's chair spun around and there sat...

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A/N Thanks for reading this chapter, all reviews, even flames are welcome! Oh and sorry about the cliffhanger. THere was no other appropriate place to end this chapter. Love ya all ~Hayley Annette