Falling In Hate- By Cinderella 200
A/N- Ok, a couple of points, first, this is A/U now, cos JK killed… "Sniff"… killed… excuse me for a moment; I still can't believe she did it!! Ok, I'm ok now. Anyway, it's A/U, Padfoot lives! And its set in the summer after fifth year, Harry's staying at 12 Grimmauld Place, and the Orders preparing for the Second war against Voldie. This is my first HP fic, so I'd be really grateful, if you'd R/R.
Summary- When Dumbledore sends a mysterious woman to the Order Headquarters, she manages to have a profound affect on each and every one of the members. Especially a certain raven haired Animagi…
A young woman stood on the pavement of the road called Grimmauld Place, looking pensive. She glanced down at the paper in her hand, and as she did so, her dark hair fell across her face, hiding her features. She sighed, and tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing a very pretty yet unusual face. Olive skin, with dark eyes, soft cheekbones and tiny petite features, she wouldn't have looked out of place on the front cover of a fashion magazine. However, she was dressed completely ordinarily, in a cream strappy top, and a pair of black jeans. It was a cold night but she hadn't seemed to notice. She had a tiny black handbag on one shoulder, and she rummaged about in it, pulling out what looked like a small silver lighter. The flicked it open, and clicked it several times. Each time she did so, a streetlight went out, until the entire road was in darkness. At this, she placed the lighter away, and looked down at the parchment. She frowned, concentrating, and when she looked back up, there was a door in front of her. She muttered something under her breath, and pushed at the door. It swung open easily, and she took a tentative step inside.
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Harry Potter was sitting in the front room, half asleep, when he heard the creak of the front door. He drew his wand out immediately, and strained his ears, not sure what he was listening for. There was a soft thump, as though someone had dropped something, and he darted out of his chair, and into the hallway, wand at the ready. He found himself looking at a lady bending down to pick up a bag. However innocent it looked, Harry wasn't taking any chances. He knew better than to assume something was innocent just because it appeared so. Five years at Hogwarts had taught him not to take things at face value. " Don't move," he snarled, his heart thumping against his ribs.
" Turn around." The lady made no attempt to turn around and face him. Instead, she whispered softly, "Which one is it?"
" What?" said Harry, completely wrong- footed.
" You said, 'don't move but then you said 'turn around. Which one is it?"
Harry stared. Whoever she was, she seemed completely reasonable, considering she had just broken into his godfather's house. "Turn around," he said finally, clutching his wand tightly. She stood up slowly, and despite himself, Harry relaxed his grip on his wand slightly. She was petite, slim, extremely pretty and looked anything but confrontational. "Who are you?" he asked finally.
"I've got a note from Dumbledore." She said softly. "That'll explain everything."
She drew out a small roll of parchment from her pocket, and handed it to him. He took it, thoroughly bewildered, and read:
Dear Harry,
When you receive this letter, I imagine you will be standing in the company of a young lady. Please do not be alarmed. Her name is Anya Williamson. She is an extremely talented Auror, who I have persuaded to join the order. I believe she will be very useful to our cause. I understand this will come as a shock to you, but the whole thing happened rather unexpectedly. Anya herself will explain everything in more detail. However, I must urge you to trust me when I tell you this. Anya is an extremely trustworthy, and slightly unusual woman. Please make her feel at home. She is already familiar with Alastor Moody, but apart from that, the introductions are in your hands. Again, I urge you, do not be alarmed. She is on our side.
Yours Sincerely,
Prof. A. Dumbledore.
Harry looked up from the parchment at Anya, who looked back at him serenely.
"Er… do you want something? Like a tea?" he stammered awkwardly, wishing that some of the others were awake.
"Tea would be great thanks." She said smiling, and followed him into the kitchen. After an awkward silence while he made tea, he sat down opposite her on the kitchen table, wondering which of the many questions swimming in his head he should ask first.
"I knew your dad." She said abruptly, and Harry's head snapped up listening intently.
"He was a pen pal of mine when I lived in Egypt. He was a really nice guy. When I moved back here, I met him a couple of times. This was just after he left school. He was really excited about marrying your mum. I remember, before he proposed to her, he dragged me round every jeweler for miles, trying to get the perfect engagement ring. He said he needed a woman's opinion." She smiled to herself. "The ring he got in the end was gorgeous." She stopped talking suddenly, and Harry stared at her. He loved listening to stories about his dad, and though it was a shock that Anya had known him, it was a pleasant one. " Did you ever meet…-" She cut across him,
" I never met any of your dads mates. He went on about them a lot, and he invited me to the wedding so I could meet them, but I had to go to France, 'cos of work, and I never got to. But he spoke about Sirius Black a lot…-"
" Who are you?" said a voice from the door, and Harry and Anya turned to see the source of the voice. Sirius was leaning against the doorframe, looking questioningly at her.
"This is Anya Williamson," said Harry quickly. "It's alright Sirius, Dumbledore sent her." He held out the letter from Dumbledore and Sirius walked into the kitchen to get it, never taking his eyes off Anya. She looked straight back at him, defiantly, daring him to say something. He took the parchment from Harry, and scanned the letter. Finally, he lowered the parchment and looked at her, his expression softer. Harry noticed his eyes traveled down to her chest. He sat next to Harry, opposite her, and after a short silence, she spoke.
"Not much of a talker, are you?" Much to Harry's surprise, Sirius bit his lip, as though trying not to laugh. He held out a hand, and she took it, looking as surprised as Harry felt.
" Sirius Black." He said simply, before bringing her hand up, and kissing it lightly. Harry rolled his eyes. Typical Sirius. The first whiff of a pretty woman, and he's already checking out her cleavage, and trying to charm her. However, Anya looked as though she was flattered, if a little amused.
" You're Sirius Black? James used to talk about you a lot."
"Wait a minute… you were James' pen pal weren't you?" said Sirius startled.
"The one and only." she replied, grinning.
After another hour of talking, Anya announced she was tired, and after Sirius took her to her guest bedroom, she fell asleep quickly, unaware of the amount of interest she would provoke the next morning.
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That morning, Anya woke up, and hopped out of bed quickly. She always had been an early riser, and she wasn't going to let the fact she was in someone else's house stop her.
She went into the landing, and found herself face to face with Sirius Black, looking disheveled in nothing but a towel. She suddenly became overly aware of the fact she was in nothing but a white strappy top and hot pants. Her eyes traveled down to his chest, which was muscular, tanned, and still a little wet. She had to swallow before her throat would let her speak. "Erm…-" He cut her off, looking like he was going to burst out laughing any second. "Sorry! I didn't realize you'd be awake, erm… shower's free, if you… if you want one?" His eyes traveled up, and down, shamelessly checking her out. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He didn't see how any red- blooded, straight guy could have a conversation with this woman, while she was wearing hot pants, and not check her out. She was used to this kind of attention, however, under normal circumstances, she would have been furious. However, she didn't seem to mind it when the attention was from Sirius. " Can I please have a towel?" she asked innocently, glancing down at his. He stared, she hadn't seemed like the flirtatious type, and he had always been used to girls falling at his feet when he paid them the slightest bit of attention. He stared at her, before finding his voice, "Yeah… yeah, in that cupboard."
"Thank you." She said, walking past him, and making a point of accidentally brushing against his arm. He watched her retreating back, and as she closed the bathroom door, he muttered quietly to himself- "Wow."