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Chapter 1

As a new year of Hogwarts started, a new teacher of Dark Arts came into the picture, along with rules from the Ministry of Magic. Everyone was taking Dumbledore and Harry for liars and denied the truth of Voldemort being back. Harry was done trying to convinced people; as long as his friends and those who he loved and cared for believed him, he was fine. After the welcome dinner, every house went to their common rooms and students talked about their summer vacations. Harry was sitting by the fireplace with Ron and Hermione when Dean walked to them.

"Harry, Dumbledore wants to see you."

"Oh?", Harry asked getting up, "Did he say what for?"

"No."

"Well, thanks, Dean."

Dean gave a nod and walked away to join Seamus and Neville at a table.

"Wonder what its for.", Ron commented

"Well, we'll see. See you guys later."

Harry walked out of the common room and made his way to Dumbledore's office, thinking on what this call might be about. It hasn't been 5 hours and he was already called to see the headmaster. Knowing Dumbledore, he knew it wasn't anything serious or getting him in detention. He arrived to a very silence office; even the men from the paintings were out. It was just Dumbledore in the dark surrounded by floating candles.

"Harry…come, come."

Harry was already halfway to him and Dumbledore stood to go around his desk.

"I know the year just started, but I need you to do me a big favor…"

"Anything, sir."

Dumbledore sighed and turned around. He went to a table were he grabbed a picture of him and a younger man, about 40 years with black-grey hair. Both were close and smiling as they petted the other's back.

"Sadly…this summer…a good friend of mine passed away…Austin O'Dugan"

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yes, sad indeed…his wife passed away just 2 months before…the same reason…they were murdered."

Harry felt a punch in his stomach as he noticed the favor was surrounded by death.

"They have a 15-year-old daughter …the reason they murder her parents was because they were looking for her…one day she was with her mother in London and they went looking for her…her mother tried to cover for her as she ran, but even a great witch like her couldn't handle the fight…2 months later they went looking for her at her house; they killed her father right in front of her…with the fury and anger she burst the house in flames, killing them before they got to her…", He sighed again and turned to Harry., "Sad it was…I got there and saw her surrounded by ashes and burned furniture…in tears the poor girl…I've known her since she was a baby…it broke my heart when I saw her holding on to the dead body of her father, a long time good friend of mine…"

Harry kept looking at him, paying attention to every word that came out of Dumbledore's mouth.

"Here's where you come in…the girl it's a witch…but it's also something else."

Harry hesitated to ask in the sudden silence.

"What else is she?"

Dumbledore looked deeply in Harry's eyes as he whispered.

"She's half Banshee."

Harry did memory and remembered how Gilderoy Lockhart went on and on for a whole class how he defeated the last one.

"But sir…didn't Lockhart killed the last one? Or, shall I say, the wizard he ripped that story of?"

"That's the thing, Harry, it wasn't the last one. Deyanira is the last one."

"Deyanira?"

Dumbledore stared at him for a few seconds before turning around.

"You may come out now."

Between the shadows of a corner and the complete silence, a shadow lurked out. As the light of the candles hit her, it was a pale girl with dark green eyes and jet black hair, smooth and long enough to reach below her waist. Her eyes looked at Dumbledore and then at Harry, who's body shook in chills from her stare; it was almost death.

"She's Deyanira…the last Banshee, or at least half.", Dumbledore walked behind her and looked at Harry over her, "Being half witch and half Banshee she's not really evil...at least not all the time."

"All the time?", Harry asked curious and confused.

"I have a temper.", Deyanira spoke with a hallowed, but yet soothing voice, "I'm not evil, but when my anger rises enough I have no control…"

"That explains the house bursting into fire"

Harry looked at Deyanire with a bit of pity as she looked down and took a deep breath.

"May I ask who's looking for her?"

Deyanira slowly turned to Dumbledore and he looked at Harry.

"Death eaters."

Harry's heart stopped for a moment.

"They believe that with her by their side it would be much easier to finish the good."

There was a silence and Harry's eyes caught the floor. Dumbledore walked to him and placed both hands on his shoulders.

"All this time she has been homeschooled, but she's still is a bright witch…I'm gonna ask you to please…please, Harry…keep her under your watch for this year…we just need time enough for her to control her temper and to find a cure…we may find a way to get the Banshee part out of her."

Dumbledore looked at Deyanira and walked to her.

"I promised your parents I would find a way and I will…I haven't break that promise."

Deyanira slowly smiled and Dumbledore turned back to Harry.

"Are you up for it, Harry?"

Harry looked at Deyanire after he stared at Dumbledore. He got the chills again when her eyes caught hers, but looking at them also gave him comfort in a way, and trust. He couldn't leave her alone.

"I will, professor."

Harry saw how the girl slowly smiled again, as if she just started to trust him.

"Great. You have to be with her as much as possible; don't leave her alone for too long. This is a new world for her and I don't know how she will react or if someone else might sense her. If you leave Hogwarts, to Gringots or any other place, take her with you. She can be a great help too. After all, you both are being protected for the same reason."

Harry swallowed a bit of saliva, he was hesitating now if going or not going to the Gringots weekends. If he had to take her, both were risking their lives.

"You two stay here and get to know each other, I'll be right back."

With out another word being spoken, he stormed out of the office. The slam of the door echoed in the office and when Harry turned to Deyanira, who was already looking at him, his body caught the chills again and she put on a little smirk.

"Sorry about that.", She said as she got closer.

"Excuse me?"

"The chills, even my parents used to get them once in a while; they disappear after some time, so don't worry."

Harry put on a half smile; Deyanira seemed like a sweet girl, when she talked she could calm you down.

"If you don't mind me asking…", he said as he got closer, "What did he meant when he said 'or if someone else might sense her'?"

Deyanira's eyes looked to the floor and she gave one more step to him.

"When I was about 9 years old, I was in school…muggle school, but…there was this new kid who arrived…as soon as I said hi, his eyes opened wide with fear and he ran from me.", She said and bit her lower lip, "that same day after school, he passed by my house with his parents, turns out they were wizards. They quickly started to accuse me of being evil and that I needed to be slaved."

"That's barbaric", Harry commented with disgust to the kid's parents.

"I know. My parents went over and over, trying to get them out of turning me to the Ministry. They even asked for money for their silence."

Harry sighed in disbelief, what a bad name for wizards, he thought, "They kept their promise right?"

"Yeah."

"So… why weren't you in Hogwarts?"

"My parents didn't want to leave me alone. Even with Dumbledore and seeing how safe Hogwarts is, he tried though, Dumbledore, to get me here, but my parents kept insisting on staying with them. They were great students, so they taught me everything they knew."

"Sounds brilliant."

"You play Quidditch right? Seeker?"

"That's right. Do you play?"

"A bit. My parents took me to the world cup last year."

"I was there too.", Harry's smile disappeared when he remembered the death eaters, "I guess you were terrified when the death eaters came."

"I got scared, but my parents got worse. I've always say I can handle them, but my parents never let me. I regret it so bad leaving my mother on her own."

"Don't. She wanted you save, what if you have stayed and they have killed both of you or they've killed her and gotten you?"

Deyanira stayed in silence, knowing Harry was right.

"So…did you got sorted?", Harry asked to break the awkward silence.

"Oh, yeah, right before you came. I got into Gryffindor, but I think it's because Dumbledore kept asking the hat and stalking him."

Both chuckled until they heard someone clearing their throat, or something. They turned to look high up to a shelf where the sorting hat stood.

"I never make mistakes…I'm never wrong, even if Dumbledore insists you are as brave as a Gryffindor, you are still as cunning as a Slytherin."

"You're probably right."

"I know I am."

The door slowly opened again and they turned to look at Dumbledore as he walked and stood between them.

"Alright, the charm is done, Harry when you get to the dormitory you'll see a door right beside the fifth boys' dormitory, that's your dormitory, you, both will be sleeping in there. No one else is allowed. I trust in you Harry, when I say no one, I mean no one."

"No one, sir", Harry repeated to confirm.

"Good. Deyanira, stay with Harry. You have a great friend right beside you, same to you Harry-oh, and something else, try not to be outside of Hogwarts during the night, since you and your friends like to walk around in your schemes."

Harry let out a little short laugh, "but why not?"

Dumbledore turned to Deyanira who slowly nodded. Dumbledore turned around and raised his hand, the windows that were way up opened and the light of the moon shined into the dispatch. As soon as it hit Deyanira, her pale face turned to a painted face of a skeleton in a glowing green.

"Another thing about being half Banshee is that her green skeleton face doesn't show only when the light of the moon touches her face."

"Got it, no moonlight walks."

"Oh, and another thing, the floor might get a bit messy since she must cut her hair every week, if not it'll grow to the floor."

Harry looked to Deyanira who put a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"By the way, it's lovely; your hair.", Harry smiled.

"Thanks."

"Well, I think that's everything. Deyanira, if I forgot something tell him, if you have any questions, come to me, also Professor Snape and McGonagall would be watching once in a while so it's alright to go to them too."

"Professor, what happens if they ask? Other students", Harry asked as Deyanira went to a corner and grabbed a backpack and a messenger bag.

"She's a Beauxbatons student who was transfer-oh, here."

Dumbledore gave Deyanira a bottle witch contained a dark purple liquid.

"Snape just finished brewing it; drink this every morning before you get out of the dormitory, it'll stop any other student that can sense you're a Banshee. When you see it's almost over, talk to Snape, it takes 2 weeks to get done."

"Understand."

"Alright, off you go now. It's getting late, I'm sure the others went already to bed."

Deyanira grabbed her bags again, but Harry grabbed the backpack to help her.

"Oh", Dumbledore said, making them stop at the door, "just because I'm letting you sleep in the same room, that doesn't give you permission to do anything.", Dumbledore looked at both over his glasses and they let out a little laugh.

Both left the office and walked, pretty quickly to the dormitory; even if they had a night pass, they didn't want to run into a prefect, maybe they could sense Deyanira and get into some kind of trouble or bother. When they got to the Gryffindor common room, it was empty so they quickly went up the stairs to the boys' dormitory and there it was, the new door that Dumbledore created. They opened it and there was an empty dormitory, just like the others, but smaller since it only had two beds. Harry's trunk, Hedwig and the other stuff were already there. They went to bed and fell sleep, too much for both to take. But Harry's nightmare took over, making him twist and turn in his bed as Voldermort's eyes penetrated his mind and he saw the dead body of Cederic flying across the graveyard, surrounded by a green light. He woke up, panting and sweating. Deyanira had woken up just a few seconds before, because she heard him talking. She sat on his bed and asked him what was wrong. He hesitated, but seeing as they were going to spend a lot of time together, he found trust and told her the nightmares and what had happened last year. Harry gave her his complete trust when she said 'I believe you. Voldemort is back'. She was one of the few people, possibly the only one besides him, who calls Voldemort by his name. They stayed up almost all night talking about themselves in turns and got to know each other more.