I own nothing, nothing, nothing, oh yeah and nothing!!! The lovely and talented JKR owns all that is potter, I merely play.
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A/N okay I obviously messed with the timeline a bit, or a lot. Sorry if that annoys anyone.
Prologue
"She answered!" Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, looked just like a child in a candy shop waving around the owl he'd just received.
Who's answered dear?" The elderly wizard's longtime lover and transfiguration teacher Minerva McGonagall asked pouring him a cup of tea. After nearly fifty years she was quite accustomed to the excited outbursts and comments that had nothing to do with the matter at hand. She smoothed her tartan dressing gown and sat across from him in their shared chambers.
"It took so long for Fawkes to find her I had begun to wonder if he ever would. Should have known better though." He smiled happily for the first time in a month. It had been a month since the battle at the Ministry when Sirius black had been lost.
"Took so long to find who Albus?" McGonagall asked again, lips pursed.
"Oh you remember I told you about her." He picked up the tea cup before him and sipped. His eyes were a bright, clear blue showing no amount of the dottiness he enjoyed feigning. She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Yes dear, but I have forgotten, who did you write to again?" This was a little game of theirs, if she really wanted to know anything she would merely pretend she couldn't remember what he had said.
"Really Minerva, you must pay more attention." Dumbledore sighed. "Rhiannon, I sent Fawkes to find Rhiannon."
"Whatever for Albus? She's safe being hidden if the Dark Lord were ever to get a hold of her…well I just can't think of what would happen."
"I know, but we need her help she's the only one that can retrieve what was lost at the Ministry." Albus smiled in to Minerva's angry glare. "It's her choice weather or not to come back."
"You know damn well she'll come back when she finds out what happened!" Gods how she hated when he did things like this. There were still Order members in hiding all over the world; calling one back could be as dangerous as taking a full page ad out in the Daily Prophet listing their whereabouts.
"I didn't tell her what I needed only that I had a favor. And I made it perfectly clear that it was up to her. She said yes and will be here tomorrow night, late." He knew Minerva didn't like the idea of anyone putting themselves in danger. Considering what the girl in question was.
"A guardian Albus, you are practically delivering the protector of souls to the Dark Lord." She yelled truly angry at him.
"It is her choice. If she doesn't want to do this, or can't then she doesn't even have to come on grounds. She can turn around and leave."
"And how do you expect her to get your request without coming on grounds?"
"I have my ways." He grinned and patted her hand.