A/N: BWAHAHAHAAAA!!! I finally wrote a fan fic! Maybe somebody will READ
this one! All my poor originals have to be force fed to my friends…. No one
else even knows they're there I think… Oh well. All I ask for is reviews.
^_^V
Darkness rising
Harry's summer had gone horribly. His books and broom were locked up, Hedwig was out for the night, and he'd been sent back to the cupboard under the stairs for pissing off Dudley. He'd had no word from Ron, Hermione, or Sirius, and he had no idea what was going on in the wizarding world. To top it off, it was August, and it was raining. Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He was going out. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia hadn't and wouldn't object to him going out into the rain without telling them. They could only pray he would get run over or die from pneumonia. He grabbed his jacket and walked silently out the door. Since he'd exchanged some of his wizarding money for muggle cash, he could afford to go get something to eat at least. While walking down some random street, he found a lone hot dog stand open in the rain. Feeling sorry for the girl behind it, he decided it was hot dogs for dinner tonight. He walked over to her and was about to order when a strange sensation came over him. This girl was a witch.
"Um, can I have a chili dog please?" He asked, pondering whether or not to ask which wizarding school she went to.
"Sure. That's um… 2.75 please." Harry handed her the money, noting her American accent.
"If you don't mind my asking, you aren't from around here are you?" She shook her head.
"No, I'm a California Girl. I'm here to meet my grandfather, I guess. You don't want to hear about me, though." She shook her head. Harry was caught for a moment, noticing just how pretty she looked. She had pretty brown hair with bleached streaks, and amber eyes with flecks of orange and brown in them. Harry had grown a lot over the summer, but she was still just a centimeter taller. He smiled for her.
"It's not like I have something else to be doing. Why don't you tell me about it to save me from loss of sanity to boredom?" She chuckled softly. He noticed how sad her eyes were. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He said, holding out his hand. She hesitantly took it.
"Sandra Davis."
Harry quickly learned that Sandra was fascinating. Besides the fact that she was gorgeous, she was smart, too. She was a muggle (Which confused Harry to no end), and had stopped going to High School in preference of the City College level classes. She was apparently in England coming to visit her Grandfather, whom she'd never met. She apparently lived alone as well.
"I'm a little worried though, I have to take the train in London to meet my Gramps, but have you ever heard of a platform Nine and Three- Quarters?" Harry was more than slightly surprised.
"Do you know what quidditch is?" He blurted out. She shook her head. "All right, sorry. Um, do you know what your grandfather does for a living?" Harry tried again.
"He's headmaster of some school here. Hogwarts, I think. What a weird name, I mean really. Almost as weird as his, get a load of this, his name's Albus Dumbledore. Go figure, eh?" She laughed quietly. Harry was in shock. Albus Dumbledore's granddaughter was a muggle? He had a granddaughter? What in all hell was going on? She had magic, why wasn't she at Hogwarts?
"That's my school." Harry said, for lack of anything else. "He's my headmaster." Sandra looked a little surprised, and looked around to make sure no one else was on the street. Then she leaned in and whispered-
"So that means you're the Harry Potter? The one who defeated this Voldemort guy?" Harry nodded, once more caught completely off guard. "Oh good! My Gramps told me to go find you, and you'd make sure I got to Hogwarts all right." She looked immensely relieved. Harry had to stare at her for a minute.
"I'm sorry, but you've confused the hell out of me." She smiled, but Harry had to notice again how it never reached her eyes.
"She told him the whole story then. It turned out she was half and half. She'd always known her mother was a witch, but the whole family had gone with Sandra's father to live as muggles, even though he was outnumbered. Her parents had both died in a "car crash" when she was five. In reality, a pair of rouge Death Eaters had gotten them. Dumbledore hadn't taken her in because her parents had strictly told him she was to be left to grow up as a muggle. Now though, it was too dangerous to leave her on her own, and he was bringing her where he could keep an eye on her.
""I'm a little angry with my parents, actually." She said with a blank look on her face as she looked out into the rain. "They should've let me make my own decision, instead of leaving me helpless like this." Harry sighed.
"They probably thought I'd killed Voldemort properly, they didn't know I'd end up brining him back." She looked at him for a moment.
"I heard about that. It wasn't your fault, Harry."
"I should've known what was going to happen the minute my name came out of the Goblet of Fire, I'm-"
"-Perfectly within the rights of being human." Sandra cut him off. "No one can think of everything." Harry felt strangely comforted. "You're not a bad guy, Harry. I'm glad I met you." Sandra gave him a rare heartfelt smile.
Harry couldn't help but smile back.
***
Hedwig came back that night, carrying four letters at once. One each from Ron, Hermione Sirius, and Dumbledore. Harry opened the one from Dumbledore first, hoping it might have a few more answers for him.
Dear Harry,
I trust Sandra has come safely to you by now. I also trust you have plenty of questions for me. The first of which I can answer easily. Yes, I have a granddaughter. Surprised? The rest of the staff will be too. I want you to take Sandra to the Leaky Cauldron Inn as soon as possible. I'm having the Weasleys pick you both up. Mrs. Weasley was insisting you two could stay with them, but I had to deny. They will be spread apart as well, so they'll be harder to target. Ron and Hermione will be staying with you at the Leaky Cauldron. I want you three to stay together! I cannot stress this enough! Sirius will be at the inn when you get there.
Do take care Harry,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. Do try and be delicate with Hermione when you see her.
Harry was less that settled by this. He carefully put the letter down and moved on to Hermione's letter, wondering why he should need to be 'delicate' with her. His stomach dropped when he read the letter.
Dear Harry,
Please forgive my lack of correspondence this summer, I was a bit, preoccupied with a few affairs of mine. Death Eaters got to my father, Harry. He's dead. I can't stand it. I'm so scared, I just don't know what to do. I've been reading the Daily Prophet, and, Harry, it's terrible. Horrible. Absolutely terrifying. He's everywhere. Everywhere. And it's only the beginning.
Hermione Granger
Poor Hermione! Harry shuddered at what this letter was telling him about the condition of the wizarding world. Things were bad, and they could only get worse.
Dear Harry,
God, Harry, this is horrible. Hermione's a wreak. She came last night saying she just couldn't stay at home. I can't stand seeing her like this. And now Dumbledore's splitting up my whole family. To tell you the truth, I don't think I'd want to be at Hogwarts this year.
Come soon, Harry, please, come soon!
Ron
Dear Harry, I'm cleared. We got Fudge to believe me about Pettigrew using Snape and Lupin as witnesses. I'll be coming to the Leaky Cauldron to keep an eye on you.
Sirius
Harry felt the largest headache he'd had in his life coming on. His friends were in danger, Voldemort was everywhere, he had to protect them, and now Sandra too. This was too much. For the first time in his life, Harry wished he was just a muggle. Blissfully ignorant, not a care in the world.
Darkness rising
Harry's summer had gone horribly. His books and broom were locked up, Hedwig was out for the night, and he'd been sent back to the cupboard under the stairs for pissing off Dudley. He'd had no word from Ron, Hermione, or Sirius, and he had no idea what was going on in the wizarding world. To top it off, it was August, and it was raining. Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He was going out. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia hadn't and wouldn't object to him going out into the rain without telling them. They could only pray he would get run over or die from pneumonia. He grabbed his jacket and walked silently out the door. Since he'd exchanged some of his wizarding money for muggle cash, he could afford to go get something to eat at least. While walking down some random street, he found a lone hot dog stand open in the rain. Feeling sorry for the girl behind it, he decided it was hot dogs for dinner tonight. He walked over to her and was about to order when a strange sensation came over him. This girl was a witch.
"Um, can I have a chili dog please?" He asked, pondering whether or not to ask which wizarding school she went to.
"Sure. That's um… 2.75 please." Harry handed her the money, noting her American accent.
"If you don't mind my asking, you aren't from around here are you?" She shook her head.
"No, I'm a California Girl. I'm here to meet my grandfather, I guess. You don't want to hear about me, though." She shook her head. Harry was caught for a moment, noticing just how pretty she looked. She had pretty brown hair with bleached streaks, and amber eyes with flecks of orange and brown in them. Harry had grown a lot over the summer, but she was still just a centimeter taller. He smiled for her.
"It's not like I have something else to be doing. Why don't you tell me about it to save me from loss of sanity to boredom?" She chuckled softly. He noticed how sad her eyes were. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He said, holding out his hand. She hesitantly took it.
"Sandra Davis."
Harry quickly learned that Sandra was fascinating. Besides the fact that she was gorgeous, she was smart, too. She was a muggle (Which confused Harry to no end), and had stopped going to High School in preference of the City College level classes. She was apparently in England coming to visit her Grandfather, whom she'd never met. She apparently lived alone as well.
"I'm a little worried though, I have to take the train in London to meet my Gramps, but have you ever heard of a platform Nine and Three- Quarters?" Harry was more than slightly surprised.
"Do you know what quidditch is?" He blurted out. She shook her head. "All right, sorry. Um, do you know what your grandfather does for a living?" Harry tried again.
"He's headmaster of some school here. Hogwarts, I think. What a weird name, I mean really. Almost as weird as his, get a load of this, his name's Albus Dumbledore. Go figure, eh?" She laughed quietly. Harry was in shock. Albus Dumbledore's granddaughter was a muggle? He had a granddaughter? What in all hell was going on? She had magic, why wasn't she at Hogwarts?
"That's my school." Harry said, for lack of anything else. "He's my headmaster." Sandra looked a little surprised, and looked around to make sure no one else was on the street. Then she leaned in and whispered-
"So that means you're the Harry Potter? The one who defeated this Voldemort guy?" Harry nodded, once more caught completely off guard. "Oh good! My Gramps told me to go find you, and you'd make sure I got to Hogwarts all right." She looked immensely relieved. Harry had to stare at her for a minute.
"I'm sorry, but you've confused the hell out of me." She smiled, but Harry had to notice again how it never reached her eyes.
"She told him the whole story then. It turned out she was half and half. She'd always known her mother was a witch, but the whole family had gone with Sandra's father to live as muggles, even though he was outnumbered. Her parents had both died in a "car crash" when she was five. In reality, a pair of rouge Death Eaters had gotten them. Dumbledore hadn't taken her in because her parents had strictly told him she was to be left to grow up as a muggle. Now though, it was too dangerous to leave her on her own, and he was bringing her where he could keep an eye on her.
""I'm a little angry with my parents, actually." She said with a blank look on her face as she looked out into the rain. "They should've let me make my own decision, instead of leaving me helpless like this." Harry sighed.
"They probably thought I'd killed Voldemort properly, they didn't know I'd end up brining him back." She looked at him for a moment.
"I heard about that. It wasn't your fault, Harry."
"I should've known what was going to happen the minute my name came out of the Goblet of Fire, I'm-"
"-Perfectly within the rights of being human." Sandra cut him off. "No one can think of everything." Harry felt strangely comforted. "You're not a bad guy, Harry. I'm glad I met you." Sandra gave him a rare heartfelt smile.
Harry couldn't help but smile back.
***
Hedwig came back that night, carrying four letters at once. One each from Ron, Hermione Sirius, and Dumbledore. Harry opened the one from Dumbledore first, hoping it might have a few more answers for him.
Dear Harry,
I trust Sandra has come safely to you by now. I also trust you have plenty of questions for me. The first of which I can answer easily. Yes, I have a granddaughter. Surprised? The rest of the staff will be too. I want you to take Sandra to the Leaky Cauldron Inn as soon as possible. I'm having the Weasleys pick you both up. Mrs. Weasley was insisting you two could stay with them, but I had to deny. They will be spread apart as well, so they'll be harder to target. Ron and Hermione will be staying with you at the Leaky Cauldron. I want you three to stay together! I cannot stress this enough! Sirius will be at the inn when you get there.
Do take care Harry,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. Do try and be delicate with Hermione when you see her.
Harry was less that settled by this. He carefully put the letter down and moved on to Hermione's letter, wondering why he should need to be 'delicate' with her. His stomach dropped when he read the letter.
Dear Harry,
Please forgive my lack of correspondence this summer, I was a bit, preoccupied with a few affairs of mine. Death Eaters got to my father, Harry. He's dead. I can't stand it. I'm so scared, I just don't know what to do. I've been reading the Daily Prophet, and, Harry, it's terrible. Horrible. Absolutely terrifying. He's everywhere. Everywhere. And it's only the beginning.
Hermione Granger
Poor Hermione! Harry shuddered at what this letter was telling him about the condition of the wizarding world. Things were bad, and they could only get worse.
Dear Harry,
God, Harry, this is horrible. Hermione's a wreak. She came last night saying she just couldn't stay at home. I can't stand seeing her like this. And now Dumbledore's splitting up my whole family. To tell you the truth, I don't think I'd want to be at Hogwarts this year.
Come soon, Harry, please, come soon!
Ron
Dear Harry, I'm cleared. We got Fudge to believe me about Pettigrew using Snape and Lupin as witnesses. I'll be coming to the Leaky Cauldron to keep an eye on you.
Sirius
Harry felt the largest headache he'd had in his life coming on. His friends were in danger, Voldemort was everywhere, he had to protect them, and now Sandra too. This was too much. For the first time in his life, Harry wished he was just a muggle. Blissfully ignorant, not a care in the world.