Don't worry everyone, another Four Brothers fic is coming later today or tomorrow, but I had to get this Harry Potter one out. So, lucky for you, I'll be working on two fics instead of one and that means you get a double dose of my fantastic writing abilities. (((ahem)))bullshit(((ahem)))

Anyway, enjoy!

It was a chilly, misty night in London despite the fact that it was July. Rain was falling lightly, making everything glitter in the light of the streetlamps that stood to either side of the entrance to Midly Row. The three houses in the small court were silent, only one showed any signs of habitation and it was small proof at that, merely one light shining from a downstairs window. Silence was thick in the court, broken only by the occasional sound of a car driving past or a cat meowing petulantly in the night.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a loud crack and a tall figure wrapped in a thick black cloak appeared in the wet lane. Looking around at the silent houses, the figure seemed to be trying to get his bearings. Finally he set off toward number 2, the house where a single light burned in the darkness. Hurrying up the chipped stone steps to number 2's front door, the figure rapped hard on the wood. After a few moments he knocked again, slamming the dragon-shaped doorknocker against the heavy door as hard as he could.

"What do you want?"

The visitor jumped and whirled around, pulling a wand from his pocket as he turned to face a young woman who had appeared, seemingly from nowhere, on the sidewalk behind him. "Reveal yourself," she said, her hazel eyes burning beneath the hood of her cloak.

The man pulled back his hood and stepped into the light that shined from the window beside him. The girl smiled and relief flooded her face. "Uncle Remus," she said, hurrying up the stairs and hugging the man. "You gave me such a fright."

Remus Lupin smiled down at the girl and brushed what looked like ashes from her shoulders. "Let's go inside, Falcon," he said. "I believe that it's far too cold out here for a decent conversation."

Nodding, Falcon walked around Remus and ran her hand down the left side of the front door. A series of clicks and the rattle of chains filled the air around them before the door opened to a dim entry hall. Stepping inside, Falcon waved her hand so that small oil lamps burst into life, illuminating the front hall with warm golden light. Remus shut the door against the rainy night and turned to face Falcon.

"So how's my favorite goddaughter been?" he asked lightly, taking off his sopping cloak and handing it to Falcon so that she could hang it beside her own. He frowned slightly at her back. Her long red hair was lank and hung limp and ragged to her waist and she looked thinner than ever in the black sweater and jeans she was wearing.

Falcon shrugged. "Busy, but you know that," she answered, stretching and stifling a yawn. "Go ahead and wait for me in the parlour. I knock up some tea or something."

Remus nodded and walked through a door on his right into a plush parlour decorated in rich, comforting shades of green and brown. As he entered, lamps lit and filled the room with light. Turning to the great stone fireplace, Lupin waved his wand and a roaring fire erupted instantly filling the room with warmth. Dropping into a plump winged armchair, Remus leaned back and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Falcon moving around in the kitchen.

When Falcon entered the parlour baring a tray laden with tea and some fresh cookies, she grinned. Remus was leaning back in a chair, snoring softly. Putting the tray on a table, Falcon walked over and shook Lupin softly. "Uncle Remus, Uncle Remus wake up," she said. Lupin jerked and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Sorry," he muttered, giving Falcon a sheepish grin.

"No problem," she said forcing a cup of warm tea into his hand before she took the chair across from him. Surveying Lupin over the rim of her tea cup, she frowned slightly. "You're looking worn," she said frankly, her eyes roaming over the prematurely grey hair hat shined in the firelight and the many wrinkles that creased his face. "Dumbledore's working you too hard."

Lupin shrugged. "I'm not the only one who's working hard," he said. He tried to smile at Falcon, but couldn't. "You're being worked pretty hard yourself."

Falcon snickered. "That's true, but I'm younger than you are," she quipped.

Lupin set his tea down on the table beside him. "He's got a different assignment for you," he said. "That's why I'm here. Dumbledore wanted me to tell you about it. He's off on a trip tomorrow and he wouldn't have time to talk to you about it before it's too late, so here I am."

Sitting up a little straighter, Falcon waved her hand and her cup soared through the air to land lightly on the tea tray. "I'm listening."

"He's sending you to Hogwarts," Lupin said after a few moments. "You'll be going into sixth year, playing the part of a transfer student from America."

Falcon's lip curled. "America?"

"America," Lupin said baldly, the trace of a smile on his face. "Your job is to protect Harry Potter."

Falcon went suddenly rigid, her face becoming a mask. "No," she said softly. "I told Dumbledore a long time ago that I wouldn't be near Harry until Dumbledore told him the truth."

Lupin leaned forward and took Falcon's hands in his own. "Falcon, you can't say no," he said quietly. "Harry needs protecting and it'll be much more difficult for anyone else to follow him, you're the best one for the job."

"I can't stay at Hogwarts all the time," Falcon insisted. "In case you've forgotten, Dumbledore's got me doing other jobs that only I can do."

Lupin nodded. "That's being arranged," he said. "You'll be able to come and go as you please, but you still have to finish the homework teachers set for you."

"Are you serious?" Falcon demanded. "I'm already fully qualified why the hell should I do the coursework?"

"Because you're only sixteen and if things were different you'd be in you sixth year anyway and because Dumbledore and I are both telling you too," Lupin said sternly.

Falcon glowered at her godfather. "I won't do it," she snapped. Getting to her feet, she snatched up the tea tray and stalked out of the parlour.

Gritting his teeth, Lupin hurried after her. "Falcon, you can't refuse Dumbledore's orders," he called, hurrying out into the front hall and down towards the kitchen.

"Watch me!" she shouted back.

"Think this through!" Lupin called, trotting quickly to the kitchen door and flinging it open. "If you refuse, he might force you anyway."

"I don't care, I won't go and lie to Harry because Dumbledore wants to keep everyone in the dark!"

"Damn it Falcon be reasonable!" Lupin snarled, losing patience at last. "You're going whether you like it or not, so I suggest you pop down to Diagon Alley and buy your school things and get ready to go to Hogwarts in a month and a half."

Falcon looked down at the green tile floor and rubbed her left hand absentmindedly. Lupin frowned slightly at the motion and stepped forward, grabbing Falcon's wrist before she could move away. "Is it burning?" he asked, trying to pull off the thick black glove that covered the girl's hand. Falcon shook her head and clenched her fingers so her hand remained covered. "Just stings," she whispered.

Lupin rubbed his fingers lightly across the back of Falcon's hand. "I'm sorry I was so harsh," he said after a few minutes. "But you really need to do this."

Falcon looked up at him, her hazel eyes glittering with tears. "It's too dangerous, Remus," she said earnestly. "What if I can't control it? What if I hurt someone? What if something goes wrong and everyone finds out what I am?"

Lupin hugged Falcon tightly. "It'll be alright, I promise it'll be alright." He led Falcon from the kitchen and up the stairs. Going through the first door into a bedroom decorated in purple and silver, he helped Falcon over to her bed and pulled her wet trainers of her feet. Lupin waved his wand and Falcon's clothes disappeared, leaving her in a purple nightgown. Brushing the hair of her forehead, Lupin gave the girl a small smile. "Sleep now, dearest," he whispered. "I'll come and see you in another few days." Falcon smiled and rolled onto her side, falling asleep almost instantly.

Lupin watched her sleep for a few minutes and then sighed deeply. "I hope you know what you're doing, Dumbledore," he muttered, reaching into the pocket of his worn robes. Pulling out a large parchment envelope, Lupin propped it against a lamp on the bedside table. As he made to walk out of the room, he smiled once more at Falcon's sleeping form. Going downstairs, Lupin left the house and Disapperated on the rain-washed sidewalk, his eyes never leaving the upstairs windows.

Back upstairs, Falcon rolled over so that she was facing the envelope and slept on. Light from a lamp in the hallway made the green ink on the envelope glisten slightly so that the words seemed to jump off the parchment:

Falcon Potter

2 Midly Row

London

0.o the plot thickens. Don't worry, Harry will still be the main character, I'm not going to make him background and throw my character into the driver's seat. Give this a chance :)

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