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Chapter One: Adelle and Malachi

Dumbledore appeared outside of number four Privet Dr. For many days now he had watched the house and had frowned upon the treatment of the Dursley's youngest charge. The treatment boarded on neglect, malnourishment, and abuse. So he had decided it was time enough for him to take the child away, so without a sound, he appeared in Harry Potter's bedroom and looked at the young child sleeping. The room was as neat as a normal teenager's room could only be and gangly limbs stuck out from odd angles from the cover over the bed, which was threadbare.

"Harry, it's time for you to wake up," his familiar voice called out, waking him up from his current nightmare; reliving his godfather's death. Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw the face of Professor Dumbledore, slightly shocked that he would suddenly appear in his bedroom and immediately thought the worse.

"What?" Harry croaked, trying to figure out why he was standing over his bed, "Is something wrong? Is Hermione and Ron okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine, you just need to get up and out of bed. There is many things of great importance that need to be brought to light," Dumbledore said. Harry sat up in bed as Dumbledore sat in his hard back desk chair.

"Harry, you need to stay seated," Dumbledore said when he was comfortable. Harry complied and stayed seated on his bed, grabbing his hastily tossed clothing from the night before and struggling into as he sat. "Harry, we have been informed that Voldemort has learned of your current location here at the Dursley's. You cannot stay here much longer, and your family has already been displaced to another location while you slept. You will be accompanying me on a journey to visit some old friends that might be able to help us with protecting the school," Dumbledore explained.

"So, I'm not staying here anymore?" Harry asked.

"No, now let's get your things together," Dumbledore said lightly. Not needing to be told twice, Harry practically ran around the room and stuffed all of his Hogwarts belongings into his trunk, getting dressed at the same time. He tossed his trunk down the stairs and went back for Hedwig's cage, who was gone on a hunt, he supposed. Harry smiled at the Professor as he descended the stairs and left without a backwards glance.

A few hours later, Harry found them to be in the middle of a rather extensive forest. To his right, a bright sunny, welcoming part of the forest. To his left, the forest was dense and dark, holding a forbidden feeling which just happened to be where the Professor was leading him to.

"Umm, Professor, why are we going in here?" Harry asked.

"I have business to tend to here. There is a person I need to converse with," Dumbledore said. Harry nodded and did not press the matter any further. After what seemed like an eternity, Professor Dumbledore stopped and walked up to a tree.

"Bael Aldaron, I am Professor Albus Dumbledore. I need to speak with Lady Adelle Vanessë Kaio Brezchnev," Dumbledore said to a moss covered tree. Harry stared at Dumbledore as if he had just fell from Jupiter.

"Professor, you do know that you are talking to a tree, right?" Harry questioned.

"No, Harry, I am not talking to a tree, I am talking to Bael Aldaron, tree guardian, forest guardian and entrance guardian to Mosaico City," Dumbledore said to Harry. "Bael Aldaron, please direct me to Mosaico City so that I may speak with the daughter of Grand Lady Allane Alqua, Lady Adelle Vanessë Kaio Brezchnev," Dumbledore repeated.

Harry jumped back about three feet when the tree moved and two eyes blinked. "A grave atrocity has occurred in Mosaico city, Lord Dumbledore. It seems that a group of humans did not like what the Grand Lady had to say. I am deeply sorry to report that they left no survivors. Lady Adelle, however, happened to be in Romania visiting her father when they arrived. She has gone to her sanctuary from her father and from the pain of losing her mother. I trust you know where she has gone?" the tree said.

"Yes, and do you mind if I take a look at what happened? To find out who would do such an act to a city of peacefulness?" Dumbledore asked.

"Go right a head," the tree answered. Harry could only blink and gape at the tree as Dumbledore began to walk past it.

"Are you coming Harry or are you going to stand there doing your goldfish impression?" Dumbledore asked with a small smile.

"Th…th…the tr…tree talks?" Harry stammered into a small squeak.

"Yes, of course, now, come along," Dumbledore said. Harry slowly nodded and ran to catch up with the Professor.

In silence they walked, Harry could feel the tension building as they neared the main entrance gates to a beautifully old city, looking as though it were brand new, but been around since medieval times. The duo walked through they gates and was greeted by dead, lifeless, carcasses of a city of beautiful people. None of them were marked, seemed to be in perfect health, but they were dead. Clearly the work of Death Eaters using the Avada Kedavra spell.

"Death Eaters, right?" Harry asked.

"I am afraid so, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said, then asked, "Tell me are you up for a long journey and a cultural shock?" Grimly, Harry nodded.

Upon landing in some thick, awful smelling mud. After clearly showing his disgust, Dumbledore cleaned him up. "Where are we?" Harry asked.

"The deep swap lands of Louisiana. We are looking for the soul survivor of Mosaico City. The new Grand Lady Adelle Vanessë Kaio Brezchnev," Dumbledore answered. They walked cautiously through the swamp, seeing as the water looked untrustworthy, filled with alligators, and the mud looked as though it could swallow up a completely full grown Ironbelly Dragon.

Several hours of walking, they finally found a person to ask if they had seen the Grand Lady. This one happened to be a petite female (as Dumbledore assured him most of the ladies of Louisiana are) but in the dark it was hard to decipher details.

"Excuse me miss, we are looking for someone," Dumbledore said, calmly walking up to her.

"Go away. Your kind has destroyed the better part of my family," she said, her voice was beautiful, and it pained Harry to here the pain that engulfed her voice.

"We, have done no such. Neither Harry, or myself was there when it happened. Please, speak with us, Grand Lady," Dumbledore said. She sighed and turned to face the two.

"I am sorry. That I cannot do," she replied.

"And why, may I ask," Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Too late," she said dryly, then continued, "because, neither of you knows what its like to lose your entire family, at least a good portion of it, at one time. Neither of you knows how it feels to know, they, and yourself could have saved their lives," Harry could tell by the sound of her voice that she was on the brink of crying, but that didn't stop the anger in his chest that she could stand there, believing that she was the only one who has lost a great deal. Dumbledore must have sensed his anger, for he said,

"On the contrary Grand Lady,"

"What do you mean?" she spat.

"Young Mr. Potter knows full well," Dumbledore said.

"Really?" she asked non-believing him.

"My parents died by the hand of Lord Voldemort. Him and his followers killed everyone in your entire city. Lord Voldemort's followers killed a good friend of mine, my god-father and the rest of my family I have never known. I think we are about equal with this loss thing," Harry said, unable to control himself.

The Grand Lady straightened and stalked forward, like a cat on the prowl. "Then I must apologize for my rude behavior," she said simply.

"So, will you accompany Mr. Potter and myself back to my office at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked.

"Fine, I'll meet you there," she said. And with a small pop and a shimmer sound, she was gone, leaving the males to take a portkey back to Hogwarts.

When Harry and Professor Dumbledore landed in his office, Harry was shocked to see Professor Snape standing in the middle of his office. What was not so uncommon was the fact he wore a sour look upon his face. Standing in front of him was the Grand Lady Adelle.

She wore a long billowy white silk skirt that hung loosely on her slender hips and reached the floor. On the hems of the said skirt was what appeared to be Celtic symbols and knots in gold stitching. Her shirt was the same color and material, showed off her midriff and sported cut out shoulders and flared sleeves with the same Celtic patterns on the hems. Her hair was as black as Harry's, long and straight until it reached the last 3 or so inches that was right above her butt, which was in loose ringlets. She turned around slowly, her skin was a slightly tanned, but pale just the same. Two locks of hair by her face was golden blonde. Her eyes was an eerie silver-blue-green mix. Her features was sharp and cold looking, but yet at the same time, warm and friendly. In her naval, she sported a silver banana barbell with a train of precious gems on the bottom end. She folded her arms under her breasts, waiting for someone other than herself to break the silence.

"Ah, Serverus, I see you have met the Grand Lady?" Dumbledore questioned the Potions Master, breaking the silence. At her title, Snape raised an eyebrow, she merely glared at him.

"Yes, I have had the…pleasure of meeting her," Professor Snape replied.

"Now, Gr.." Professor Dumbledore began, but Adelle cut him off.

"Please, either Adelle or Vanessë," she said.

"Miss Adelle, we must discuss where you will be staying at from now on. You know as well as I, that there is no use in returning to Mosaico City, and going to your father would be disastrous," Professor Dumbledore said.

"He has already turned to Den-Hirion. It seems that your Minister of Magic has persecuted him for years and other Ministers are following suit," she replied.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Which who are you speaking of? My father or Den-Hirion?" Adelle asked, giving him a cold glare.

"The Den-thingy," Harry replied, feeling foolish for some reason.

"He would be known by you lot as Lord Voldemort," Adelle said with an eyebrow raised, then turned to Dumbledore, "I wish to enroll as a student. I will be safe, and with me here, so will the population here."

"Professor, I don't know if that can be allowed," Professor Snape said.

"Hmmm, how about this, you enroll as a normal student. You will learn wand magic and must obey any…guidelines given to you," the headmaster said. She straightened up and began a cold glare, but he jumped in with, "For your own protection. So no Death Eaters can find you and so your father cannot find you."

After a while of thinking she replied, "very well." Harry could have laughed hard at Snape's reaction, but refrained, because Snape shot him a severe death glare.

"What of my sister? She is also in the near-same boat as myself. Her father will join, as they have had the same persecution as my father,"

"Your sister?" Professor Snape asked. Adelle looked pointedly at Harry.

"Mr. Potter, go ahead to your dormitory," Professor Dumbledore said. In which Professor Dumbledore un-shrank Harry's trunk and handed it to him. After Harry had left Adelle turned to Professor Dumbledore.

"My half sister, technically. My mom spoke briefly of her. Her name is Malachi Cal Snape," she said. Snape's eyes bulged from his head as he heard his last name.

"What? I have a daughter?" Snape questioned.

"No, she cannot be your daughter," she replied simply.

"No?" Snape asked, disbelieving.

"No, she is only a few years older than my self. And I just happened to recently celebrate my 1600th birthday," she said.

"What? How is that possible?" Snape asked.

"I am the daughter of the queen of the forest elves and the king of the vampires. Which is the reason why Lord Voldemort is after our blood. Being a half breed, I live as long as either one would, and then some. Now, what are we going to do about my sister?" she asked.

"Are you close to her?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"Truthfully, I have not had the pleasure in meeting her. My mother told me I had a sister, half elf, half werewolf. And she is currently in Louisiana right now…of which we just left mind you...Still I would like her safe, the last of my family and all, that doesn't believe they should be ruling the world. Besides, if I die, she has to take over our eleven people. We can't have her dying," Adelle stated simply.

"You are correct, we must bring her here, I am anxious to meet my long lost relative..." Snape agreed, intrigued despite himself.

"Fine, I'll go and fetch her..." Adelle smirked and faded out with a pop, puffing from the room before anyone could stop her...

Malachi grumbled under her breath, glaring around for good measure. This was not how she had expected to spend the day with her father...well, her former father. Right now she really wanted to kill the bloody bastard who had shot him through the chest with some kind of...lazar. Not knowing magic herself, she had absolutely no idea what had been going on when green, red, and orange flashes of light had suddenly started flying everywhere at once. Having been thrown to the ground by her father, she hadn't had a chance to investigate before brown cloaked men had suddenly come from the forest and attacked. Her father was once of the first to fall to their mighty power. She hadn't waited a second before leaping into the fray, quickly taking down several men with her enlarged and longer claws, ripping through flesh and wood, as many met their end pressed against a tree. Several curses, as she could find not other name for them, had hit her, and her left arm burned like hell. Then the snake wanna-be showed up.

"Stop," the thing said simply, and all fighting suddenly stopped. Malachi was poised over the throat of some annoying blonde who wouldn't shut up. "I am looking for Malachi Cal Snape, where might I find her?" he asked softly, swinging a piece of wood idly between his fingers. Malachi's eyes swung toward the man, as was everyone else's, and she growled, as was the only movement she could do. She suddenly found herself falling to the ground in a heap, all previously grained momentum was lost as she fell as gracelessly as a tomboy could.

"Damn it you overgrown, snake wanna be!" she snarled, lunging at the man, only to rebound off some kind of shield.

"Now, now, no need for name calling. My name is Lord Voldemort," Voldemort stated.

"Voldy Moldy?" she asked, not having heard right seeing as she had crashed rather rudely with her dear cousin, the tree. The next few minutes were the most painful of her entire life. The name had pointed the stick thingy at her and said some weird Latin words and everything felt like it was on fire. Her burn felt ten times worse than any other part of her body due to the fact that it was already there when the curse had begun. Screaming a few seconds after the curse had ended, she collapsed to the ground, panting for air.

"Now, as I have said, there is no need for name calling. I have come with a proposition for you..." Moldy stated.

"Sure there is. It might not make your self esteem rise any, but it sure as hell makes me feel a hellave lot better, ya know?" she stated, attempting to get to at least her knees, as not to act so pitiful before the obviously strong thingy.

"Well, it's very rude, now, if you want the rest of your pack to live, you will be silent and listen to me. I am offering you a position in my inner circle of death eaters..."

"Why would anyone wanna eat death? Isn't that kind of gross...and wouldn't the dead kinda be decomposing...and well...moldy, huh Voldy?" she asked, confused. What is it with the man and pain? When the curse ended, she was too weak to speak.

"I can see that you need time to think over this, as it might be a new concept to you that magic is real. Therefore, I will give you one week to decide before I come and return for you, after I fetch your sister..." And with a parting crucio at her, he left. The death eater things left quickly, and the werewolves were quick to set patrols to those that were seriously injured, that included her.

"Damn Moldy Voldy, bastard, snake wanna be, masochist, sadistic bastard!" she thought fiercely. "It's bad enough I have to deal with the sadists of the pack, but now I have madmen after me that like killing off the last remaining family I have? Bloody hell, it's only a few hours before they finally kick me out of the pack. I'm a bloody halfbreed, what am I gonna do now? Bloody bastard!" her thoughts continued on the same lines as she stalked out of the cover of the forest into a small clearing.

Her dark red hair glinted faintly in the dying sunlight. Her eyes were deep, shadow cast gray, knowing too many worries in one lifetime. Having recently understood just how different she was from other werewolves, she basically knew that her elderly father wouldn't last much longer. After all, how many life longevity Potions could one take before their frail bodies gave out? He was old, it was time for his passing. At least she had a few seconds to say her goodbyes to him with her eyes before he had died. Currently her clothing was something to be desired. They were covered in mud, blood, and other things that she really didn't want to name at the moment. Her arm burned fiercely, and she hadn't bothered to get some salve from the healing woman, as others were more badly injured than she had been. It wasn't like they were obligated to do anything about it anymore after all, now that they would surely kick her out of the pack without her father keeping watch over her. With a sigh, she trudged to the mud covered ground, her sneakers were soaked through and through, covered in other things that would turn the most sternest stomachs to mush. Well, all except her because she had seen it all before, after all, she was 1608 years old. Sometimes she cursed her life.

Suddenly she froze, sniffing the air. Vampires were near, and a lot of them by the smell. One seemed nearer than the rest, faintly smelling of pine wood, oak, parchment, elves, and something she couldn't identify. Before she could race back to give a shout warning to the pack, as was her habit, the person in questions stepped from a tangle of brush...

Adelle grumbled as she stalked through the tangled brush, kicking clingy mud off her shoe, leaving stain free foot wear. "Ahh, hello, I need to speak to your pack leader, I am Grand Lady Adelle Vanessë Kaio Brezchnev, and I..." Adelle broke off as she heard the girl's loudly spoken thoughts.

"Bloody hell, as if the first attack wasn't enough fate had to go and land me with vampires! What next? The sky falling?"

"No, fire will rain down from the sky only to land in your backyard to catch your hair on fire. Then your ears will explode and your nose will fall off, take me to your bloody pack leader and keep your thoughts to yourself!" Adelle demanded, stalking forward.

"HOW IN THE BLOODY HELL..."

"You're a telepath...would you happen to be..." Adelle began, only to be cut off by the ending of her sentence.

"CAN YOU READ MY FRIGGEN THOUGHTS?!" Malachi demanded of the woman.

"Well, if you'd stop gaping with your mouth open, probably hoping to catch flies right, and listen to me I will, or have, explained!" Adelle snapped right back, arrogances lacing every word and motion.

"I am not!" bloody prissy miss know-it-all, She thought as she turned and stalked toward the pack leader, as was her duty. "Fine you over egotistical, pompous ass!"

"Better than a lowly, commonly, peasant trying to catch flies with an open mouth and the manners of a pig, lead on witchy-woman," Adelle countered smoothly, years of practice coming into play. They stalked, well, Malachi stalked, Adelle followed politely and like the royalty she was.

"Here's a pompous ass, prissy vampire that wishes to speak with you," Malachi said to an important looking male having a few wounds tended to. Adelle walked to the man, gave a curt bow, well, more like a polite head bow.

"I am Grand Lady Adelle Vanessë Kaio Brezchnev. I am the daughter of the former Grand Lady Allane Alqua. I have come to bring Malachi Cal Snape to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for her own protection and for yours as well. She will no longer be a burden to your pack a moment longer," Adelle said. The man nodded a bit.

"Yes, that is perfectly acceptable. She is no longer welcome here," he said, motioning to another nearby. Not a few moments later, Malachi was brought back, struggling madly as her injured arm was being grasped painfully.

"WOULD YOU LET ME BLOODY GO, THAT HURTS!" she yelled, clutching her arm when she finally was able to yank her rubbery limbs away from the much stronger werewolf. "What do you want?" she demanded, glaring at the vampire girl.

"I'm here to take you away..." Was all Adelle was able to get out before the werewolf panicked.

"Bloody hell you will, I'll be dead before I willingly go over to the vamps and let them feast on my dead corpse. You'll have to catch me first!" and with that she was gone, running faster than most of the werewolves. Adelle simple sighed and took off after he at a much lighter pace, determined to find her elusive and panicky sister, after all, it was just probably shock from the sudden attack that had her emotions in awhirl, not really thinking things through. She would just have to show her they meant no harm...

"What in the twelve hells of the Lycan did that woman think I'd do with vampires? Just sit around and have bloody tea parties with their head of state? Ohh come on, how stupid do I look?" she thought angrily, leaping over a dead log, catching her foot and going sprawling. "Ugg, I wish I hadn't woken up this morning," she groaned softly, noticing that her stubborn limbs were just not obeying her mind. Warily she decided that she would just rest her eyes a moment, try to regain some lost energy, after all, she didn't have a lot to spare at the moment, and more than likely vampires and werewolves were probably after her now for her little running escapade. Closing her eyes briefly, she happily aloud the blackness that threatened to encompass her being do as it pleased...

Adelle stumbled upon her sisters body...albeit she stumbled quite gracefully and didn't end up on her ass like most of her ungraceful brethren...Without a second thought, she wandlessly levitated the unconscious form of her sister in the air and laying one hand on her shoulder, teleported them to the school medical wing. Scaring the daylights out of the school nurse, she simply sat her down on a bed and told the nurse, "She fell and went boom," before disappearing again to the headmasters office.

"I wish for a private ceremony and a proper guide from that house, student is preferable," Adelle stated as she teleported into Professor Dumbledore's office and knowing that the ceremony was on his mind.

"As you wish," he said, instructing her to sit as he retrieved the sorting hat. He placed it on her head and in a few moments, it stated, "Slytherin,"

Professor Dumbledore walked the hat back to its proper place and called Professor Snape to his office. "yes," he said upon entering.

"Miss Adelle is in your house now Serverus, Mr. Malfoy will be joining her to show her around," Professor Dumbledore said.

"Come with me," Professor Snape said. Nodding to the professor, Adelle followed...

"Ahh, Miss Malachi, so nice of you to join us," Professor Dumbledore said as Malachi woke up.

"Where the bloody hell am I?" she asked.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster," Professor Dumbledore said.

"I said I didn't want to be here. Especially with that damned vampire," Malachi said.

"Language please," Dumbledore said. Malachi nodded.

"She's here, isn't she?" Malachi asked.

"She is in the Slytherin common rooms, or at breakfast. Later today, you will go get your school supplies," Dumbledore informed her.

"Are you deaf? I am not staying here," Malachi nearly shouted.

"Hello. Professor, may I have a minute?" the "damned vampire lady" asked.

"Of course," The man stated, quickly leaving. Malachi attempted to sit up, but failed miserably as her limbs still wouldn't work properly.

"Leave me the hell alone you...you..." Malachi started, but she stopped as the evil nurse lady poured some foul liquid down her throat. Coughing and sputtering, she tried to spit out the liquid, only to have her mouth covered. Grumbling she swallowed the liquid, choking it down as she attempted tog et her bearings.

"I am your half sister, and I want to talk to you, so shut up. I'm only part vampire!" she snapped, getting tired of the same thing over and over again. She was starting to sound like a broken record really. After a few seconds of silence, the werewolf snapped back.

"Well, as weak as I am, I can't really smell a lot, so I can't really tell what you are. You vampire blood is the most dominate, so that was all that I smelled. Sue me if our peoples have been at war for what...ever sense we were born?"

"Our peoples? I am neutral. Always has been. It just happens that my mother feel in love with my father. Until she saw him for what he was. But it was too late, I was already born. But thanks to our mothers outlandish unions, we happen to be two of the most powerful beings in existence. Only one other is the Avatar, and there is only one left. She should be awakening soon," Adelle said.

"What do you mean "one of the most powerful beings in existence?" Malachi asked. Adelle gave a deep sigh at her sister.

"With both parents being different magical beings, mother being a powerful forest elf, and in your case, your father being a werewolf, mine being a vampire, the magic has melded, instead of destroying each other.

"Now, Professor Snape will be giving you a mild Wolfsbane potion. It'll keep you mildly sane, as long as nothing threatens you. You will be sorted and you will not complain," Adelle commanded.

"You will not boss me around!" Malachi protested.

"I can and will, dear sister. Now, you will not breathe a word of who your parents are. Being around these disgusting humans, you never know who you can trust," Adelle continued.

"How stupid do you think I am? I'm not stupid enough to actually tell anyone of who I am. And you can't trust anyone you don't know. And I for one can't trust a vampire, even a halfbreed!" Malachi shouted. Adelle straightened herself up, getting her superior look.

"Well, if you feel that way, then you can figure everything out for your self, and if a human figures it out and blabs to a Death Eater, then you can deal with it yourself, because I don't help mangy, stinky, lowly, commonly, peasant dog," Adelle stormed out, nearly ripping the large oaken doors from the frame. Malachi began to grumble to herself about stupid, prissy, know-it-all, vampires.