I don't own any of the character you recognize from Harry Potter. Sad but true! Anything you recognize was thought up by the brilliant J.K. Rowling. All my OC's are just that…original!

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Ettiella Song was well known in the wizarding world. Of course, not as well known as another orphan who had lost their parents to Voldemort, but she was known nonetheless.

Her early life was not one free of hardship; her mother was a muggle, and her father a wizard. She never knew until she began proper schooling that such a blood status would cause her to be cast aside.

A newspaper article would come to be published, and Ettiella would find it on her parents' kitchen table. Alastor Moody would be passed out on the recliner in the living room, an extension of the kitchen. And Ettiella would let her curiosity get the best of her.

Xavier and Lori Song Slain; He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named responsible

Saturday evening held grim fate for Xavier and Lori Song. The pair allegedly set out last week in search of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Xavier worked for our very own Daily Prophet, and Lori was a muggle banker. The Songs were brutally murdered by the man everyone is in fear of these days, and they left behind a twelve-year-old daughter, Ettiella.

Ettiella had blinked, set the paper down, and shook her Uncle Alastor awake. He told her everything.

Dear Uncle Al,

I don't know where you've been the past couple months. I've been writing to you almost religiously, but to no avail. Please, if you are receiving these, respond! I miss you and need to know you're okay. You're the last of my living relatives, even if you are not really related to me.

I want you to know I'm taking all the training you've given me in the past and putting it to practical use. At Professor McGonagall's urging, I'm becoming an auror. Just like you. I had considered everything but an auror, in all honesty. But sometimes the most obvious paths are concealed until our eyes are opened. I have near-perfect marks in every subject, but I am strongest at Transfiguration and Potions. I cannot believe I considered being a librarian! Even when I was working with Madam Pomfrey, she tried to push me in the direction of becoming an auror.

Oh well. I've made up my mind. I'm going to avenge mom and dad. I may not remember them all that clearly, but they were so brave to stand up to Voldemort. And mom! A muggle!

I'm rambling again. We've spoken about this just about a thousand times.

Get back to me soon.

Love forever,

Ettie

Ettiella sent that letter out a year ago. She had received no reply, but she had become an auror, and a first rate one at that. She was hanging with the best of them: Nymphadora Tonks, another of "Mad-Eye Moody's" protégés, Kingsley, and more. It was all a daze to her. These were people she had always admired, and now she was one of them.

"Dinner at your house tomorrow Ettiella, yeah?" Tonks suggested.

"Sure. I'll make pizza."

Everyone gave her blank stares, and she smirked.

"A muggle meal. My mother taught me how to make it."

"Sounds lovely." Tonks' date said. Ettiella recognized him as Remus Lupin. He had taught at Hogwarts not too long ago, a year before Alastor.

"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow at five then?" She asked while tying her royal blue scarf about her neck.

"Absolutely. We have much to discuss." Kingsley nodded.

"It's settled then." Ettiella smiled faintly and braced herself for the harsh snow.

The oven was heated to 400 degrees, and Ettiella was preparing the pizza on a round pan. Her hands worked furiously to shape the dough into a circle, but it resisted. Frustrated, she shoved the pan aside and collapsed into the wooden chair at her kitchen table. Her hands kneaded her temples. Tonight was stressful for her. Her superiors were coming for dinner to discuss very important matters: the current state of Hogwarts, and where the Boy Who Lived could have gone with his two companions.

A loud "pop" rang throughout the house, and she jerked upright.

"Oh goodness." She exhaled, and rushed over to the abandoned pizza. She hastily added sauce, cheese and various vegetables and meats while looking around to see who had shown up.

"Miss Song? It's Kingsley."

"Hello Mr. Shacklebolt." Ettie smiled warmly and shook his hand. "May I take your coat?"

"No thank you; I'm still a bit chilled. The weather is brutal these days."

"Well, I'm about to put the dinner into the oven so we should be able to eat in about half an hour."

POP! POP!

"I never will get used to that," she put a hand to her chest and walked towards the source of the noise. "Remus, Nymphadora."

"Tonks." She corrected shortly.

"My apologies." She replied curtly. "Your coats?"

"Yes, thanks." Remus Lupin handed her his shabby brown coat, and Tonks offered Ettie her plum trench.

"Dinner will be ready soon."

"I have to mention this, Ettiella," Tonks began, "I noticed you seem to have a sort of uniform to what you wear."

"Oh, yes." Ettie said breathily, almost embarrassed someone had noticed. "It's a trade mark, I have to say. I always wear boots. I love a nice pair of sleek black boots with a killer heel. And you can't go wrong pairing it with a dress that makes a statement."

"And what statement is that?" The heart-shaped face girl inquired.

"That I can put you on your ass if I wanted to." Ettiella smiled broadly and gestured to her leather couches. "Please sit. We have some issues to discuss before the pizza is ready."

"Let's get right to it: Severus Snape is corrupting the students at Hogwarts. The enemy is running our beloved school. He killed Albus Dumbledore for goodness sakes!" Tonks spoke, exasperated.

"It's a terrible situation for the wizarding community." Kingsley agreed solemnly.

"I don't believe it." Ettiella remarked, causing everybody to stare at her in shock.

"What don't you believe?"

"Snape would never, ever, kill Dumbledore maliciously. I know, it happened a long time ago, but I knew him."

"Ha! Of course she would side with him!" Tonks laughed obnoxiously. "You fraternized with the enemy. How could I forget? Darien Samuels. The devil's child if there ever was one."

"And he's dead now. Why must everyone bring him up?" Ettie wondered aloud.

"He was You-Know-Who's minion, even at sixteen years old. And you were his girlfriend."

"I know what I was. But the point is that it is in the past. I was his girlfriend for many years, since we were only twelve. I was naïve, and I didn't know his family's association with the Dark Lord. When I found out, I broke it off immediately; I was disgusted. What was even more puzzling was the fact that I was a mudblood, and he still had been with me. When he died, and it was outed that he was a servant to him, and that I could have been linked to him as well, my life went from worse, to even worse. So don't give me the Darien card, because I've heard it thousands of times, and the thing people need to realize is that I'm an auror. I'm on the good side. My parents were killed by You-Know-Who…Why in the name of Merlin would I ever take up my wand for him?"

Ettiella pushed herself up off the couch and removed the pizza with the slamming of the oven door. She dropped the pan on the dining room table.

"Enjoy guys, because I think this is the last dinner party I'll ever be attending."