AN: So this is me attempting another fic as i have lost motivation on two of my others. Guess i didn't think those through. Anyway this is something that has been rattling around in my brain for a bit. I am not promising anything. Therefore i will attempt to make this a one-shot that can be added to if the response is good. I don't like trying to write something that doesn't interest my readers as well as myself. Because if this were just for me i would write it on paper lol anyway here goes... Btw writing on a smartphone sucks
The search went on. Everyone knew it. Both sides were getting desperate. The Dark Lord was obsessed with finding this woman. He had yet to reveal why or even who she was but it was becoming clear that the Light must find her first or risk losing everything they had worked so hard to achieve.
Despite repeated interrogations and even accusations of treason, Severus Snape had nothing but bad news for the Order. Voldemort was becoming unhinged, more so than usual. He had taken to locking himself away in Lucius Malfoy's study, poring over several maps while attempting to use a scrying spell.
Meanwhile, on the side of the Light, the Order of the Pheonix were hard at work. It had been revealed during Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts that the Dark Lord had made use of an extremely foul, extremely dark, Magic. So Dark that many wondered how he had retained as human a nature and physique as he had during his resurrection.
Horcuxes were nearly unheard of. In fact, it had taken several month's worth of meetings just to explain and identify what horcuxes were, how they were made, and to make a lost of objects that could possibly be in Voldemort's possession.
Dumbledore insisted that they were wasting time with trying to riddle out the mind of a madman. Locating the horcuxes and destroying them was more important.
So far they had deduced that Marvolo Gaunt's ring and Tom Riddle's diary had actually been horcuxes themselves and already eliminated before the search had even become active. Since the investigation had begun, three more had been discovered: Hufflepuff's cup, Slytherin's locket and Ravenclaw's diadem... That left at least one that they had narrowed down to being Nagini and one that was completely unknown.
Nagini, Dumbledore explained, would have to be killed during the final battle. The other? Let"s just say that he was unnervingly vague about when that one would be found and taken care of.
At the present moment, Dumbledore himself was pacing in increasingly frustrated circles in his office.
"I wouldn't make faces like that if I were you, Dumbledore. It might stick," a voice from the walls commented lazily.
"Now is not the time for your jokes, Phineas." Dumbledore replied wearily, pinching the bridge of his very long, very crooked nose with his eyes screwed shut.
A sudden BANG! of the door being slammed open made the elderly wizard's head snap up and his wand to slip into his hand in a defensive position. A moment later however, he was rushing to the side of one Severus Snape, who appeared to be nearly unconscious and drenched in blood.
Before the white-haired wizard could even speak, Snape blurted, "I know who she is!"
Albus froze. "Pardon?"
Gasping Severus bit out, "It's his daughter."
"I must inform the Order at once," Dumbledore muttered hoarsely.
Snape nodded and then limped towards the plush sofa in front of the roaring fire. Slumping into the deeply comfortable cushions, he proceeded to assess the damage he had received for his trouble. The curse wounds were extensive and his right arm had been shattered but the slicing hex had done the most damage and would take the longest to heal.
After he had songspelled the wounds closed and downed a potion from an inner pocket of his robe, he let his eyes slip closed listening to the Headmaster debrief Alastor Moody.
Katherine Weber smirked in amusement. Her last class of the day had just exited the classroom door in a flurry of excitement. Friday's always held positive feelings in her students, possibly because college weekends always held plans of one sort or another.
Stretching in her swivel chair, she pulled her long dark curls back into a high chignon. Her pale grey eyes were bright as she thought of her own plans for that night. Her mother had invited her to a movie night at the family home in Florida. A quick Apparition home to change and then another longer Apparition left her standing in front of the Miami beachfront cottage. She'd forgotten how warm it was at her coastal home and shed her lightweight beige cardigan as she stumbled up the dunes to the sliding- glass back door.
She was greeted with a WOOF! as Rosco, the family dog, raced around the corner, tongue flying and tail wagging.
Giggling in a fashion wholly unsuitable for a woman her age, Katherine knelt in the sand to ruffle the silky soft fur of the black Pomeranian. Rosco hopped up onto his back legs to show off his begging and dancing moves.
"Rosco, where's Mom?"
The college professor looked around uneasily. Other than Rosco's yipping and whining, it was remarkably quiet. Then she noticed an odd energy surrounding the house. It felt oppressive and her magical core surged in an effort to protect its host.
Cringing, Katherine drew her wand from her cardigan pocket before dropping the article beside her to free up her other hand. Warily crouched on the sand, she debated calling for help and Apparating away.
In the end, she swallowed the lump in her throat and crept forward. Peeking around the corner through the glass doors yielded nothing. She took a deep breath and pulled the door open; it squeaked a little from disuse and Katherine winced. Rosco fell silent and began sniffing the entrance; snorting he shook his head and looked up at his hairless sister for help.
Just then the breeze blew a loose lock of hair into her face and when she pushed it out of the way, the smell hit her. Faint and barely there, it was something she'd never forget: blood.
She couldn't stay still any longer, she just had to know what had happened. Steeling herself she crawled through the door, keeping low to the ground using the over-size leather furniture as cover.
Rounding the marble counter, she noticed the rust-coloured stains in the cream carpet. Shakily she reached out; it was fresh and sticky. Following the trail cautiously, the witch peered around the wall into the kitchen and a whimper burst out between her clenched teeth
Scrambling forward, she slipped through the pools of blood. Her fingers tangled in her mother's matted honey blonde curls. The elder witch's eyes were closed, but Katherine could see her chest rise and fall and she let out a breath.
Soft footfalls from behind her made her whirl and raise her wand threateningly. A figure in dark robes and a hood glided toward her.
"I see you have found my surprise," a silky voice purred.
Too stunned to reply, Katherine jumped feeling fingers move against her arm. All she felt was an object being pressed into her hand before a tug behind her navel preceeded the Port-key taking her away from the scene of carnage.
A hoarse cry was all she heard before her feet slammed into the ground. Blinking in confusion, she stared up at the castle facade in awe. There was no telling what had just happened but it could be nothing good.
It could be said that that day in April was the start of her greatest adventure.
An: I think it turned out well. Certainly left alot of room for addition. Let me know what Y'all think. Is it new or something annoyingly overdone? And as always, looking for a beta. Let me know if youre interested. Read and review!