The sound of footsteps running through the forest was the only sound in the warm summer's night. The footsteps were accompanied by the sounds of branches hitting flesh and breathing heavily. The owner of the footsteps stumbled in the thick forest and fell on a rock, cutting her right check. She quickly stood up and continued running through the forest. She was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a plain black shirt. As she ran through the forest, the branches kept hitting her face, scratching it up even more. She heard a growl, not far behind her and she speed up her pace.

She stumbled out into a clearing, and fell to the ground. Her hands clutched her stomach, and she screamed out in pain. She lifted herself up on her elbows and saw she was in the backyard of a house with four or five chimneys on a red roof. There was a lopsided sign, but it was too dark to make out. She didn't see any lights on in the house, and became very frightened. She did one last glance towards the forest, and tried to get up from the ground. She managed to get up and take one step before her knees gave out. She heard a rustling in the forest behind her and then a deep, long growl, followed by warm breathe on her neck. She flipped on her back and saw a panther taking a step closer to her. Her eyes locked with the panthers, and her breathing became rapid and shallow.

The panther did its version of a grin, and slowly circled its prey. The girl knew what was going to happen next and there was nothing she could do about. She was screwed, and the panther was edging her on. The girl looked away in a huff, she hated the panther for stringing her along. She took off one of her shoes, and threw it at the panther. The panther recoiled at first, but then dived at her, pinning her down. She gasped from the sudden attack, but didn't struggle. The panther used its paw and scratched across the girl's torso. The girl gasped out in pain, but didn't do much else. The panther growled again, expecting a bigger reaction. The girl's face was scrunched up in pain, and her breathing became even faster. The panther prepared himself for another attack; only this time he didn't scratch the girl, he bit into her side. She screamed out in pain. Her voice was high pitch, and rang through out the night.

Only her voice wasn't the only voice there that night. She heard another voice cry out, "Stupefy." Then a bright orange light jetted out of nowhere, and hit the panther in it's left hind leg. The panther whimpered, and quickly hobbled back into the forest.

"Arthur was that a panther?" asked an astonished voice.

"Either that or an Animagus," Arthur told the astonished voice. Then he turned his attention to the girl and asked, "How is she Molly?"

Molly had been checking up on the girl and said, "She needs to go to St. Mongo."

"Dad, what is going on?" asked, a tall boy with freckles and red hair.

"Ron go inside and get some clean towels," Molly ordered.

Ron nodded and went back inside. Arthur came over and asked in a hushed voice, "How do we know she is safe? Should we really bring her into our house?"

"Arthur, this girl is bleeding and she needs help," Molly snapped.

"Mama," the girl said quietly. She was on the verge of unconsciousness, and didn't know what she was saying.

"Don't worry, we are going to help you," Molly said, stroking the girls hair affectionately.

The girl struggled to keep her eyes open, but her struggle was in vain. She fell unconscious right as Ron came out of the house. Ron gave his mom the towels and asked, "Ao isshe going to be ok?"

"Oh, she just needs some bandaging up," Molly told him, trying to sound like everything was fine. She took out her wand, and muttered something. "There, that should hold till we get her to St. Mongo tomorrow."

"What did this to her?" Ron asked, casting an uneasy glance down at the girl.

"We aren't sure," Arthur told him.

"Was it …" his voice trailed off and everyone knew what he meant.

"We can't be sure of that," Arthur notified his son. Ron nodded and there was a silence till Arthur said, "Come on, we can't keep her outside, let's bring her in."

Arthur conjured up an invisible stretcher, and placed the girl on it. They brought the girl inside and placed her on the couch. Molly checked the girl over again and said to Ron sternly, "I think it is time you head upstairs for the night."

Ron didn't want to, but the tone in his mother's voice told him not to argue. He went up the stairs to find Ginny there with an extendable ear. He gave her a look, and she handed over an extra extendable ear that she brought with her. Ron stuck it in his ear and listened.

"Molly, maybe we should try and bring her to Mongo tonight."

"Nonsense. We can't bring her there right now, she is in stable condition."

"But we don't know anything about her."

"Which is why we shouldn't bring her there, how do you suppose we answer the questions the Healers are going to ask?"

"But what if that wasn't a panther? What if it was a werewolf?"

"No werewolf looks like that."

"No werewolf that we know of."

"Arthur, listen to yourself, you are sounding paranoid!"

"I don't want our family being hurt because of we took in a spy!"

"Fine, we will take watch. You the first shift, and if she awakes and tries to attack, then use a spell to bind her. Got it?"

"Molly-"

"No, wake me up in six hours or if she wakes up. Ron, Ginny you better be in your beds and not have used extendable ears."

Ron and Ginny heard their mother walking up the stairs, and quickly dashed into their rooms. Ron couldn't sleep that night; his thought kept coming back to that girl. Where did she come from? What was she doing in his back yard? What was her name?

After trying to sleep and being unsuccessful after a couple hours, Ron crept down stairs. His dad was falling a sleep in a chair, and was starting to snore. Ron walked over and shook his dad awake. "Dad, hey dad."

"Wha," Arthur mumbled sleepily.

"Dad, why don't you go to bed and I'll watch the girl?" Ron suggested.

"Yeah, ok," Arthur said, and stumbled up to his room.

Ron sat down on the couch, and stared at the girl, wondering about her. Her light brown hair, with a tint of red in it, was pulled back in a ponytail. She had a heart shape face, with full lips and thick eyelashes. Ron noticed all the little cuts and scraps she had on her face, and what looked like to be a black eye. The girl's hand was placed right below the neck, like she was guarding a piece of jewelry, but Ron didn't see anything. Ron looked the girl up and down. Her black T-shirt was torn, had grass stains on it and dirt. Ron looked closely at the part of the shirt where the panther bit her. It had the holes of a bite mark, and it was darker then the rest of the black shirt. Ron couldn't help himself; he lifted up her shirt to see the bite mark. He unwrapped the towel, and looked at the mark. It had two deep marks where the fangs had entered, and little marks where the rest of the teeth had broken the skin. Ron grimaced and asked quietly, "What happened to you?"

The girl moaned softly and turned on her side. Ron looked at the girl and noticed that her pants were also covered in mud and grass stains. He began to wonder how far and how long she had been running. The girl turned on her side, now facing Ron. Ron looked back at her face and now saw her eyes were open, revealing deep brown eyes. Ron smiled at her and said, "Hi."

"¿Quién es usted¿Dónde estoy?" the girl asked back.

"What did you say?" Ron asked her.

"¿Qué pasa?" the girl asked, staring at Ron.

"Do you speak any English?" Ron asked her.

"¿Qué tal inglés?" the girl asked.

Ron shook his head in disbelief, and pointed to himself and said, "Ron."

"Rin?" the girl asked. Ron shook his head and she tried again, "Ren, Row, Run?"

Ron sighed and he said, "Close enough." He pointed to her and asked, "What is your name?"

"Kyla," the girl said, pointing to herself.

"Nice name," Ron said, trying to break the silence.

"¿Qué?" the girl asked.

"Nothing," Ron said. Then he put his hands up to his head and made the sleeping motion, and said, "Go to sleep."

Kyla looked at him curiously, and made the sleeping motion back at him. Ron pointed to the pillow and made the sleeping motion again. This time Kyla caught on and put her head back on the pillow, but didn't go to sleep. She stared at Ron fearfully, and Ron tried to comfort her by smiling at her. That didn't seem to comfort her, just frighten her more. They stayed like that till morning, when Molly came down the stairs. Ron looked at her and said, "Morning Mum."

"Ron what are doing up?" Molly asked, her eyes narrowing at him. Then she looked at the girl and saw that she was up too. Molly asked then, "Did she say anything?"

"I don't think she speaks English," Ron told Molly. "And I think her name is Kyla."

Molly turned to Kyla and asked, "Where are you from?"

"No entiendo lo que usted dice," Kyla told Molly.

Molly frowned and said, "I think we better call Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?" Kyla asked, questioningly.

"Do you know who Albus Dumbledore is?" Molly asked loudly, as if Kyla was deaf.

"Mi Papa necesita hablar a Dumbledore," Kyla told them, only they didn't know what she was saying.

"Something about your Dad and Dumbledore," Molly said confused.

Kyla shook her head and said, "No padre, mi Papa." When Molly and Ron looked at her confused, she said, "Mi Seanathair."

"I have no clue what that means, do you Ron?" Molly asked, turning to her son. Ron shrugged his shoulders, and Molly let out a sigh. She turned back to Kyla and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Kyla looked at Molly very confused. Kyla looked at Ron, and he rubbed his stomach and made a sad face. Kyla turned to Molly and asked, "Hambre?"

"Is she speaking Spanish or something else?" Molly asked Ron.

Ron shrugged and said, "I don't know, Hogwarts doesn't teach foreign language."

"Ron don't be smart with me," Molly scolded.

"Good morning Molly," Arthur said, coming down the stairs. He looked at the girl and said, "Oh good, she's up. Have you found anything about her?"

"She doesn't speak English, and her Seanathair has something to do with Dumbledore," Molly informed him.

"Maybe we should write a letter to him, and see if he recognizes her name," Arthur suggested. Then he asked, "What is her name?"

"Kyla," Ron told him.

"Last name?" Arthur asked.

"Hold on," Ron told him. He turned his attention to a bewildered looking Kyla and pointed to him self and said, "Ron Weasley."

Then he pointed to her and she said, "Kyla O'Connor."

"I'll write the letter," Arthur said, and went to get a piece of parchment.

"O'Connor, sound Irish," Ron said, looking curiously at Kyla. "The question then becomes, why is someone Irish speaking Spanish?"

"I sent the letter, now let's eat," Arthur said, with a smile.

Molly nodded, and went into the kitchen leaving Ron and Kyla alone. Ron looked at her curiously, and Kyla looked at him curiously also. Ron pulled out his wand and asked, "Are you witch?"

He waved his wand around like he was doing magic, and Kyla understood what he meant. She nodded and he asked, pointing to his wand, "Where is your wand?"

The girl shrugged, and said, "No sé."

Ron looked at her wounds, pointed and asked in a quiet voice, "Did Voldemort do that to you?"

The girl shrugged, and said again, "No sé."

"Where are you from?" Ron asked. The girl looked at him with a quizzical look. Ron sighed and looked towards the kitchen to his mum. He looked back at her, then back at his mum. Something clicked in his head and he asked, "Where is your mum?"

"¿Qué?" she asked.

"Mummy, ma, mother?" Ron asked.

"Mama?" Kyla asked, and then said, "Mi madre y padre están muertos."

Ron looked at her confused and she put her hands up to her throat, like she was choking. Ron thought about it for a moment, and said in a merry tune, "Oh, they're dead." Then he quickly dropped his voice to a sad tone and said, "I'm sorry."

The girl shrugged and her hands went up to her neck, like she was fiddling with an unseen necklace. Molly came back from the kitchen and asked, "Ron dear, why don't you go get some breakfast, while I'll check on Kyla?"

Ron nodded, and got himself some breakfast with the occasionally glance back at Kyla. Molly was making worried noises in the back of her throat but she wasn't saying anything. She put new bandages on Kyla's wound and said, "Ok, we will take you to St. Mongo's later, just relax for now."

Kyla looked at her confused and Molly smiled at her, trying to silently say that everything was going to be fine. As Molly left to get Kyla some food, Kyla sat up on the couch and looked around. She looked around, and let out a sigh. Ron was watching her intently from the kitchen. Kyla took out her hair, shaking her head slightly and running her hands through her hair. Ron's mouth opened a little, while he was staring at her. Arthur let out a small laugh and said, "Close your mouth son."

Ron shut his mouth quickly and looked at the ground, while his ears were redding. Ron continued eating, with out looking up, when Molly came in and said, "Well, she isn't much of a talker."

"Well, she doesn't speak English, but sure, let's go with the theory she isn't much of a talker," Arthur said.

Molly smiled at him and then asked, "What type of food do you think she likes?"

"Here, I'll get her a plate," Ron offered.

"Wow Ron, that is very gentleman like," Molly said, with a proud smile.

Ron just shrugged, and fixed Kyla a plate. He walked over to her with the plate and put it on the table in front of her. She stared at it like it was about to bite her. Ron picked it up, and held it under her nose, saying, "Yummy food." She gave Ron a shut-up look, and he put the food down. He looked at her, thinking, and then took a bite of food, and said, "See, it is safe."

He took another bite, and smiled. He held out the fork, and Kyla took it reluctantly. She eyed it suspiciously, but took a small bite of the home fries. She smiled, and made the "mmm" sound. Ron smiled back at her, thinking about how innocent and sweet she looked.

Just then a loud popping noise interrupted the serenity of the Weasley's house. Albus Dumbledore was standing in the middle of the Weasley's living room. Ron and Kyla stared at him, and Molly came from the kitchen to investigate the noise. She saw Albus Dumbledore, and asked, "Albus, what are you doing here?"

Albus didn't pay attention to her, and walked over to get a better look at Kyla, who was hiding behind Ron. Albus stroked his chin, and smiled. The girl looked uncertain up at him, and Albus smiled saying, "You look just like your granmum."


Disclaimer: I own no Harry Potter characters, I only own Kyla, and hey I am not making any money off of this.

A/N: I am really bad at Spanish, so I have to use a translating site. Also, I wouldn't mind hearing what you think the panther represent, or what you think the panther is. Anyway, thanks for reading. more to come, cus my last midtrems are tomorrow!