A/N; Alrightie, it has been awhile since I've written a fanfic. I hope you like it. I'll go crazy if you don't.

Summary: Harry has to go and get a new student from America, and brings her back to London with him. Who is she? What does she have to do with Voldemort? Harry automatically takes a liking to her, but what secret is she keeping from him?

Ships: Harry/OC, Ron/Hermione, Colin/Ginny, Luna/Neville, Remus/Tonks

Disclaimer: I own Destiny, because she rocks. I own Selena. I don't own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy...or Fred and George. I'm so sad...


Harry Potter and the Keeper of Immortality

Chapter 1 – The Meetings

"Boy!"

Messy black hair got into vibrant green eyes. Could he be called a boy? He shook his head, and sat up in his...bed. More like a bunch of springs and tissue paper. He laughed to himself as he pulled a grey shirt on over his slightly muscled chest. He had been working out over the summer, and quidditch had really made his scrawny, boy-ish look turn into that of a strong young man. He pulled his glasses on, staring around his room.

"Don't make me call you again, freak!"

Harry shook his head, "I'm not a freak." He grinned at himself in his mirror. Not to his world. No, of course he wasn't a freak...He was the bloody boy-who-lived! The question came back, could he be called the BOY-who-lived? "Shouldn't I at least be called a young man? Anything but a boy..." He muttered, not even realizing he had said his thoughts aloud. Not like anyone was listening to him...

Truly, he wasn't a boy anymore. His face still had some boyish qualities, his normally goofy smile hadn't been revealed as much since the death of his godfather...had his godfather really died? Sometimes he didn't believe it, little signs told him that Sirius could never be dead...what was it that Dumbledore had said to him? 'Harry, in other ways, Sirius lives on. In you, in others...' That had confused Harry, who-other than he-had Sirius had an impact on? Harry's grin wasn't the only thing that had disappeared. His lack of muscles, lack of height had also disappeared. He now stood at a good 6'2", with broad shoulders, and a muscled torso. He was still limber and sleek from all his Seeker abilities.

"I THOUGHT I SAID TO GET DOWN HERE!" Came Vernon Dursley's voice once again. He came charging up the stairs, almost kicking down the door as he came in. "Another one of those...freaks here to see you." He glared at the boy.

Harry only stared back, and then shrugged. "Alright." He said plainly, and pushed past his uncle. He jogged down the stairs, in hopes it would be Remus or Ron. His eyes darkened as he saw who sat on his couch, drinking tea with his Aunt Petunia. "Albus." He muttered.

Albus Dumbledore stood up, greeting his student. "Hello Harry." He said, his blue eyes with their same twinkle. "How has your summer been?"

"How do you bloody think?" Harry shot back, glaring into the kind eyes of his Headmaster.

"Harry! Watch your manners." Petunia said.

"It's alright, Petunia. Harry has right to be angry with me." Albus smiled, reassuring the woman who was now standing. He looked at Harry, "Well, if you are not enjoying it here, I have something that might be more enjoyable for you."

"Grimmauld Place? Staying at the Burrow? Going back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, his eyes brightening at the thought of something to do.

Albus smiled, "There is a new student coming to Hogwarts from America. I was wondering if you would get and get this student. Everything would be paid for, and you would only have to stay there for one night. You would come back to London, be met by Professor Lupin, and Tonks, and they would take the two of you back to Grimmauld Place."

"I, um...sure." Harry shrugged; he had nothing better to do. "When do I need to be ready?" He asked, looking at Albus with hopeful eyes.

"Tonight. Go get packed for it." Albus replied with a chuckle. "Professor Snape, a female Professor Snape, will be meeting you at the New York airport."

"Female Professor Snape? Wife? Sister? Mother?" Harry asked, trying not to grin. He wondered what this female Snape would be like.

"Sister." Albus said, "Go get packed, now. I have to talk to your aunt." With that, Harry ran up the stairs.

Throwing things into his trunk, Harry thought about writing Ron and Hermione. He knew he should write to Ginny and Colin too. The thought was quickly pushed back when Dumbledore yelled for Harry to hurry up.


Harry ran one of his hands through messy black hair. "Who could be so important that they couldn't come on their own? What if he, she...it! Dumbledore didn't even tell me if it was a guy or girl!" Part of him hoped it was a guy, he didn't know if he could handle a girl, he could get along with guys easily...but girls, girls were another different story indeed.

The older woman next to him had begun to stare, noticing his grip on the armrest. "First time on a plane, dear?" She asked kindly.

Harry almost jumped, hearing the woman speak to him. He looked at her, "Yes. I'm not comfortable flying." That was a lie. He wasn't comfortable flying without feeling the wind in his face, his hair, letting him feel free.

"Don't worry, we should be in New York soon." She smiled at him, nodding as he closed his eyes, "You should try sleeping for the last two hours."

Harry tried not to laugh, two hours was soon? Since when? He couldn't help but smile as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

"Excuse me, sir? Excuse me!" A woman said, lightly shaking Harry's arm.

Harry jumped up, and grasped his wand. "Yes?" He asked, and then noticed the older woman had left, "Are we in New York?"

The woman nodded, and then let Harry pass her by. Harry stepped off the plane, and looked around. Everything was so busy, it reminded him of a much busier Diagon Alley.

"So why are we picking him up, when he's s'posed to take me to London?" Harry heard someone say, and twirled around to look at the owner of the voice. He groaned inwardly, it was a girl.

A girl? How old was she? Harry found himself asking, staring at her. Pale skin, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose. Her hair was auburn, with black streaks in it. Her hair was slightly wavy, reaching her shoulders. It reminded him of Sirius'...did all his thoughts have to do with Sirius? He found himself asking, and then went back to staring at the one in front of him. Her eyes were crystal blue, clear and shown her irritation at having to leave where she had been. She stood at 5'3", with not many muscles and looking somewhat fragile. Harry couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her chest. She seemed to have curves in all the right places.

Her clothes were much different as well. All the girls at Hogwarts dressed in tighter apparel, with only a little bit of jewelry, and a lot of make-up. This girl was wearing a pair of dark, baggy jeans that had a rip in the knees. She wore a pair of black Converse, which were tattered and torn. She was wearing a tank top, which seemed to show her chest, but didn't tighten at her stomach. At the moment he started to look at her jewelry, she pulled the grey jacket from around her waist. She looked at it for a moment, before pulling it on. The sleeves had been ripped off, and the bottom had been cut too. It was unzipped, and the hood still intact.

If Harry hadn't been stupid, then he would have thought he loved her already. She wore no make-up, besides a little lip-gloss. She fascinated him.

"What are you staring at?"

Harry shook himself out of his reverie, "What?"

"So, you are Harry Potter?" The girl asked, walking around him. She didn't have a New Yorker accent as he had expected.

Harry just nodded, rather dumbly, "Yeah, why?" He asked, staring down at her.

Her blue eyes seemed to match the ferocity of his green eyes, "Your accent's kind of cute." She shrugged, and walked back to the woman she had been standing with, "I have no clue if that is him. Didn't your brother send you a picture?"

Harry had strolled up behind the girl now, "Are you Professor Snape? Sister of my Professor Snape?"

The woman stared at him, and smirked, "You don't like Sevvie?" She asked, innocently. "He's a ruddy prat, I know. Just ignore him, he might go away."

"Not likely, you never did." With that, the girl shoved her Professor. She grinned up at the ebony-haired woman, "I'll get to see Sevvie again? Write him a letter telling him to be nice to me...please?" She begged in innocence.

Harry couldn't help but smile. They acted like friends...He had once been friends with his professors. Three of them. Professor Lupin, who had left after his third year; Professor Dumbledore, who had betrayed him before the summer's beginning; and Professor Hagrid, who had yet to hurt him in any way.

"Am I aloud to ask who you are?" Harry asked, staring at the girl once again.

She smiled at him, her white teeth showing, "I'd thought Albus to tell you. I'm Destiny Black, of course!" She laughed, seeming very proud of herself. "But that's hush-hush, alright? No one is supposed to know, 'cause old Voldie might want to get a hold of me."

"Black?" Harry asked, looking to the woman who stood with a solemn look on her face. She only nodded.

His brain overflowed with questions. Sirius had a daughter. Who had the mother been? Did Sirius know? Did Remus?

"To answer a question I'm sure you are thinking, no. My father didn't know I was born. He didn't know my mother was pregnant, only Albus knows. He didn't tell my father for certain reasons of another Prophecy pertaining to me. And I can't say I'm not a little pissed at the man for not letting my father know he had someone who loved and cared for him." Destiny stared at Harry, her eyes showing sadness, but an overall love for the man she had never known.

"And I do know what happened in the Department of Mysteries, and I don't care if everyone said not to bring it up in front of you. I don't blame you for his death. He was stupid. And beside...He. Is. Not. Dead." Destiny gritted out the last part, and then smiled. "Come on, we have a hotel room and I'm starved."

Harry watched in awe as the girl then skipped her way towards the hotel that was in the airport. He turned to look at the Professor.

"Yes, Harry, she does always do that. Miss Black didn't have a very happy childhood, and the only thing that did bring her happiness was the thought of her father." Professor Snape stared at him, "I'm sure you can understand this. But can you understand that the person she saw closest to a father to her was your Professor Snape? He visited her every summer since she started Regina Dea, it was very brief, but he did it nonetheless."

Harry's eyes widened, and then looked at the ground, "She's had a ruddy life, and I understand that. But did Snape know that Sirius was her dad?" He asked, staring up at her once again, "Because he had hated me for being my father's child."

"He took pity on her. He understood her problems, and her need for someone to listen. She didn't make fast friends like you were able to, Harry." The woman then nodded, "If we keep her waiting she'll kill us."

Harry nodded; this girl could easily match up to any of his anger if she wanted. Her life had been ruined too. "Professor Snape—"

"Call me Selena, I'm not your professor." Selena smiled at him.

Harry nodded once again. "Selena, who was Destiny's mother?" He asked, and then looked into her eyes as she stopped.

Selena turned to look at him, "I'm sworn to secrecy, really. Sirius had already left her at Hogwarts, and she came to me. Seven months after your birth, she was born. I had already accepted a job as Potions Professor in America, and she brought up my wizard debt. To repay it, I had to take Destiny to America, and put her up for adoption. I did, but always watched her. Two days after leaving England, Destiny's mother was killed by Death Eaters." She sighed, wiping away a tear.

"Oh..." Harry whispered, "Let's go eat." He whispered, wanting to change the mood.

Selena smiled, and followed Harry, who was trying to find Destiny in the crowded area. "Hotel's that way, Destiny should be waiting in the lobby for you. She has money to buy what food you want." She said, point off into another part of the airport.

"Selena, why didn't Destiny just floo?" Harry asked, looking at the woman.

"Death Eaters. And you can't have people knowing about her father's house, can they?" Selena smiled, "I've got to be going. I had to wait until Destiny was gone before leaving...otherwise, she wouldn't let me go." She laughed to herself.

Harry couldn't understand how the two were related. His Professor Snape was an evil prat, but this one, was kind. "You and Destiny are really close?"

"I took care of her after her first year at Regina Dea. She couldn't go back to her foster parents, that was for sure." Selena smiled, "I have to leave though. Give this to Destiny for me." She handed him a rolled up parchment, and then turned to leave.

Harry shook his head with a small laugh. "Interesting woman."

"Oh, Harry." Selena said, and turned to look at him. "Don't mention Destiny's mom to her." She nodded to him, and then left.

Harry let a small smile appear on his face as he walked to the hotel.

"Harry!" Destiny yelled, waving him over to her. "Time to eat!" She grinned at him.

"Where are we eating?" Harry asked, his eyebrow rising at her energy. "You are paying, right?"

"Yeah, did Selena go? I knew she was going to leave, but I thought she'd stay until after lunch." Destiny sighed, and then shrugged. She looked to Harry, trying to remember his first question. She smiled as she remembered, "Chili's. It's pretty good, actually. I have no clue what they eat over in London, but over here we drink soda, and eat lots of nachos and hot wings." She smiled.

Harry nodded, sort of confused as to what a 'Chili's' was. "Okay. I'll be ready for it, but you'll need to be ready for someone stuffing food down your face. Mrs. Weasley will give you three helpings of whatever she had cooked."

"Tell me about your friends when we get to lunch." Destiny smiled, and grabbed a hold of his hand. She smiled to herself, as she pulled Harry right back out of the hotel again. She shoved through the crowd, saying 'excuse me' and 'sorry' every once in a while.

Harry looked at the place that they were eating. "Nice." He said slowly, looking at the big sign that said 'Chili's' with a Chili as the apostrophe. He was once again pulled inside the restaurant.

"Hey, um...Tim." Destiny said, clearing her throat at the stand where a blonde-haired man stood.

"How did you know my name?" The man asked quickly, his eyes narrowing to the girl in front of him.

"Name tag, stupid." Destiny stuck her tongue out at the man, "And you dated Selena for a while. Ugh. Gross. I cannot believe she dated you." She made a disgusted face, and then grinned.

Tim scowled, "Two? Is this your boyfriend Destiny?" He laughed, now remembering the girl. "I babysat you when you were younger, didn't I?"

"I try to forget." Destiny replied, and shrugged. "I'm fifteen, he could be my boyfriend." She shrugged, and grabbed Harry's hand again.

Tim just laughed, and sat the two down at a booth. "Your waiter should be over soon. Here are your menus." With that, he went back to the host stand.

"So, tell me about your friends. Tell me about Sirius, and how much of a bastard Severus is. And then, we can talk about you." Destiny smiled, already knowing what she wanted to eat.

Harry scanned over the menu, deciding on some hot wings. He looked at her, "Alright. I'll tell you about my best friends first." He thought for a moment. "Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are my best friends. Ron is obsessed with quidditch, and has a horrible temper. He likes Hermione, and I have a feeling that they told each other. Hermione is really smart, and doesn't like to get in trouble. She likes Ron, and they fight about everything." He laughed, thinking about some of the most recent fights that Ginny had written him about.

"My first friend was Hagrid, he's a teacher at Hogwarts. He's half giant. Um...then there is Ginny Weasley, she's Ron's little sister. She's dating Colin Creevey. There are a bunch of other people that you'll meet at Grimmauld Place, and most of them are my friends." Harry nodded, and then decided to talk about Snape. "Snape hates me. Plain and simple. There is nothing else about it, besides the fact that he hates me, because my dad was James Potter, who tormented him to no end."

Destiny shrugged, "Severus has always liked me. Selena introduced us the summer after my first year at Regina Dea. He knew who I was, and overcame it. I think he understood that I needed him." She sighed once again, before looking back into Harry's downcast eyes.

"Hello, I'm Jen, and I'll be your waitress this afternoon." The girl said, smiling at them. "What would you like to drink?"

"We'll both take a Pepsi." Destiny smiled, "And we are ready to order. I'll have the Supreme Nachos." She looked at Harry.

"And I'll have the Hot & Spicy Buffalo Wings." Harry said, and then watched her walk away.

"So, tell me about Sirius." Destiny then began to bite her lower lip, staring at Harry's eyes once more. "I'm sure he is the last person you want to talk about, but I just want to know a little bit about him."

"Why do you call him Sirius?" Harry asked, now looking back into her eyes. He had his hands on the table, and noticed they were getting sweaty.

"I never knew him as my dad, just as I never knew Andre as my mother. I call them Andre and Sirius because they were my birth parents, but never treated me like their child. One didn't even know about me, and the other gave me up." Destiny stared at him.

"Oh..." Harry said, feeling stupid now. He had called his parents by mom and dad when he talked about them. "Sirius saved me, somewhat. He was funny, and kind. He was the closest thing I had to a father." He said slowly, looking away from her crystal clear eyes. He could see the emotions so easily...he wondered if she knew about her eyes. Without thinking, he said, "Your eyes are beautiful." He stared down at the fork that lay on his napkin.

"Your eyes are nicer. Green eyes are better, shimmering like emeralds, or looking like dew on a blade of grass. Mine are just crystal clear, and you can read me like an open book. It's not fair, really. If I'm scared, you can see the fear in my eyes, same with happiness and sadness, and even depression." She sighed, and then shrugged. "Now what do you want to talk about?"

"How about you, Destiny?" Harry mumbled, looking back at her. She was like Sirius in so many ways, and part of him wanted to just scream at her for making him think about his dead godfather...then he understood the fact that it had been her father.

Destiny's eyes widened, "I'm not that interesting, why would you want to hear about me?"

Harry smiled; she didn't know how great she was, did she? He let out a small laugh, "Just talk about your friends, and summer with 'Sevvie'. Or about your life before Regina Dea."

"If I talk about my life before, will you talk about your life before Hogwarts?" Destiny asked. Albus had told her that Harry didn't talk about his other family, unless he was bad-mouthing them.

Harry nodded, "Tell me about yourself." The old, goofy grin that had disappeared was once again appearing on his face. How could Destiny do that to him?

"Um, as you can see, I'm not very attractive." Destiny laughed at herself, "I wear comfortable clothes, not any stupid, tight clothes. Well, my tank top is sort of tight, I guess." She motioned to her top as she took off her jacket. "And, shopping is okay, but I'm no good at it." She grinned goofily, much like Harry's smile. "I didn't have many friends at the Michellos'. I'll tell you about them later. When I got to Regina Dea, Selena became my friend. Later I found out she was friends with Andre. No one really talked to me, scared I guess. Bad things happened to me when I was at Regina Dea, and only Aberforth, Albus' younger brother believed me on much of it." She started to slow down as she spoke.

"I had one friend, Anthony, I got him killed in my third year. The year you had the Triwizard Tournament. Wormtail killed my friend." Destiny shuddered, gripping the fork in her hand. "He wasn't the Wormtail people have told me about. Albus always said Wormtail was scared, fearful of everything." She closed her eyes for only a moment, and opened her eyes to show anger and sadness, mixing together. "He said that he just needed something from me, and then he had to get back to Voldemort and that you were their guest."

"What did he do?" Harry asked slowly, staring at her.

"He didn't get whatever it was. It had to do with my blood, I think. He can touch you now, and he is back...with my blood, he will become immortal." Destiny sighed, looking down at the table again. Unshed tears gleamed in her eyes. "Anthony came to save me from him, and he killed him. He used AK like it was nothing and just murdered Anthony. Then Voldemort called him and he left. I couldn't stop him..." She whispered, tears now running down her cheeks.

"It wasn't your fault, Destiny." Harry found himself whispering to her. He reached out his hand, grasping hers. "It was Voldemort's fault that everything has happened. It isn't your fault." He said, squeezing her hand in reassurance.

Destiny looked up at Harry, "Thank you..." She whispered, and then smiled.

"For what?" Harry asked, somewhat confused about why she was thanking him. "I haven't done anything."

"You are the first one my age to tell me it wasn't my fault. It was out of kindness that Severus and Selena would say it to me. And everyone in my year would tell me it was my fault, that it was all my fault that Anthony was gone." Destiny whispered, and continued to smile. "So, do you still want to know about my childhood?" She asked, staring at Harry.

"Let's wait until dinner." Harry grinned as their food was brought out.

The two began to eat in silence.

Destiny sneaked her hand over, and took one of Harry's hot wings.

"Those are hot," Harry warned as she took a bite. After a moment she was drinking her soda, and eating a piece of celery to get the flavor from her mouth. Destiny couldn't help but laugh, "I guess I should have listened?" She grinned to him.

After Destiny had paid lunch, the two went back to the room they were staying in. "You want to go around New York? We have a lot of time until dinner, and we can eat out anyway." She smiled. "But you should shower, you stink." She twisted her face in a look of disgust as she clamped her fingers with her nose.

"Very funny, you should shower too. Since you'll be longer, you shower first." Harry laughed, poking her in the stomach.

Destiny squealed as she poked her, "Hey, you can't be poking me! That's not fair!" She giggled, "And you shower first, I shower quickly."

"Before I do, can I ask if you dyed those streaks or not?" Harry asked, looking for some of his clothes.

"Nope. Andre had red hair, Sirius had black, and I came out with auburn hair and black streaks. Weird, right?" Destiny giggled, poking Harry in the stomach.

Harry tried not to laugh, but let out a small squeak. He then covered his mouth, his cheeks turning red. "I-um-I'm going to shower." He said quickly.

Destiny nodded, and then sat down on the bed. She watched him walk into the bathroom. "What do you do to me Harry?" She asked herself, biting her lower lip again. "I don't want to get you hurt Harry." She whispered and closed her eyes. She soon found herself in a much-needed, dreamless sleep.

Harry walked out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of black pants, and a green shirt. Part of him felt like he was betraying Gryffindor by wearing colors that resembled Slytherin so well. His black hair was still wet and sloppy, and he ruffled a towel through it. "I'll never get used to being a wizard." He grumbled, and then pulled his glasses back on. Something caught his eye, a tattoo.

Ker Ameretat. He had heard that before. Sirius had said it to him. 'Find the Keeper of Immortality.' Remus. Remus had said that Sirius always talked about Ker Ameretat. The Keeper of Immortality.

Ker Ameretat was written in perfect script right under her chest. It was a place no one would see, her shirt had been pulled up in her sleep. The letters shimmered silver on her pale skin, Godric Gryffindor's sword was crossed with another sword...a sword he had not seen.

Harry's eyes trailed up over her chest to stare at her face. Her mouth was open slightly, and soft snores could be heard. Her hair was spread out around her. He moved a piece from her face.

Destiny grabbed Harry's hand, and pulled out her wand. "Oh...I'm sorry Harry." She smiled. She then sat up, her shirt still pulled up. She looked at her tattoo then back at him, "Um..." She pulled her shirt down, and bit her lip.

"You don't need to explain, but it might be good if you did." Harry smiled. She opened her mouth to say something, but he stopped her, "At dinner. Go shower." He pulled her from the bed.

Destiny held onto the hand that had helped her up. "Thank you." She smiled. She then let go of his hand and ran into the bathroom.


Destiny and Harry made their way towards Longhorns. The two had spent the whole day in New York, doing nothing important.

Destiny hooked arms with Harry as they walked into Longhorns. "Two please." She smiled at the hostess, watching her eye Harry.

Harry was oblivious to the stares as he followed the hostess. He looked at Destiny, and saw a look of jealousy in her eyes. He smiled at her, and pulled her chair out. He sat down across from her, "So, what's the matter?" He grinned at her.

"Nothing." Destiny replied grumpily.

Harry agreed with Destiny that they would share something, and ordered it. "So, want to talk about life before Regina Dea?"

"Not really. I'll tell you some other time, alright?" Destiny said with a sigh as she scanned around the restaurant. "How about we just stick to the present?"

"Alright." Harry said, and then continued to stare at her. "Destiny, what was it?"

"What was what, Harry?" Destiny asked, her eyes looking down at the table now.

"Destiny, what was that tattoo?" Harry asked, taking hold of her hand. He watched her eyes flicker to look up at him, then back at their hands.

Destiny started to bite her lower lip, and then looked back at him. "I can't tell you, Harry." She whispered slowly. "I can't tell anyone."

Harry was silent. He did that to his friends to protect them, was she protecting him? He could only wonder. "Alright, Destiny. You can tell me when you are ready to." He smiled reassuringly to her.

"Thanks for understanding, Harry." Destiny whispered, a small smile appearing on her lips. Her eyes looked down at their hands, and she pulled away slowly.

Harry blinked for a moment, and then pushed his glasses up on his nose. This was going to be a hard year. Destiny was going to be troublesome, he would have to face Ron and Hermione. And one questions lingered in his mind...

Could he trust Dumbledore this year?


Okay. I'm done with this first chapter. Ugh. I think this is okay. I hope it is. Review for me, please. vv; I like it, but then again...I'm weird. This will be R-rated for cursing, some sexual scenes, and other things.

Always remember to dream, dream as if you can dream no more.