Summary:
Harry Potter was told that he was the only one who could defeat Lord Voldemort. For the past few months he's been dwelling on that prophecy. But there's another prophecy, one that he doesn't know about yet. There is one person who can help him. A person who is in fact essential to the defeat of Lord Voldemort. She is Albus Dumbledore's daughter and she's been living as an American muggle for the past sixteen years, unaware of her true heritage. Can Harry and Ella defeat Lord Voldemort together? Or are they doomed to spend the rest of their lives searching for the strength to destroy the greatest evil that has ever threatened the wizarding world?
A/N: Thanks to my Beta; EyesofEmerald (author of Standing There by You) and Gabriel for the awesome suggestions. This is the revised version of Dumbledore's Daughter. I'm working on Chapter two right now, and it should be out within two weeks. Thanks for all reviews and constructive criticism of the old Dumbledore's Daughter. Today is a new day. Enjoy. I'm done being dramatic.
The kitchen was swathed in the harsh, dusty light that comes with sweltering August afternoons. The ceiling fan was whirring and the table fan on the ledge was buzzing at full power. The air conditioning was broken again. The sticky summer heat bore down on Ella making her feel drowsy and sluggish. Ella's summer homework was spread out on the table in front of her but it was just too sticky to concentrate. She fanned herself with her reading list, closing her deep green eyes as the breeze of the little table fan crossed her face.
The front door slammed and Eliza stomped into the house, Ella groaned inwardly as a blast of hot air followed her red headed little sister into the foyer. She sat back against the wooden rungs of her chair and sighed. She definitely wasn't going to get any work done now that Eliza was home.
The bouncy seven year old ran past the kitchen in a blur, throwing her wet towel and swimsuit on the floor. She shouted a greeting and disappeared again. The smell of chlorine filled the air, and Ella half wished she had joined her sister and her friends at the neighborhood pool. But no, it was August 1st and there was only a month left of summer. Ella had wanted to get a head start on her junior year history project.
The sound of the T.V interrupted Ella's reverie and she stood up sighing yet again. Brushing a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear she bent over to pick up the trail of debris Eliza had left behind. The mail was nestled inside of the sopping towel and Ella removed it gingerly, carrying it to the fan to dry. She sorted through the stack, heaving soggy junk mail into the wastebasket, and laying letters of importance on the counter.
Junk, junk, bill, junk, notice from school, junk, parchment, junk-
Parchment?
Ella picked up the mysterious letter again, and a shiver ran down her spine. It was a piece of slightly yellowed parchment folded over and sealed with a purple drop of wax. Imprinted on the seal was a crest of some sort. Peering closer, she smiled at the miniscule eagle, badger, snake, and lion that were delicately engraved in the wax. A birthday party invitation, no doubt.
The front door opened quietly, and Ella slipped the letter into the pocket of her shorts. She glanced at her watch. It was about three o'clock, why was her mother home so early?
"Mom?" Ella called. There was no answer. The only sound was that of the television in the living room. Ella frowned and stepped into the hallway.
"Mom?" The front door was swinging open, swaying back and forth on its hinges. Ella grabbed an abandoned snowbrush from a chair in the hall and gripped it apprehensively. She stepped out onto the front porch. Her mother's car wasn't in the driveway. So why was the door-
Ella bumped into something hard, and a hand clamped over her mouth. Something pointy jabbed into her neck. Ella froze and swiped at her throat, her hand hitting something hard. She swung her snowbrush down behind her, and it hit a solid, fleshy obstruction. There was a grunt and the pressure on her mouth and neck was released. She ran forwards, down the front step and into the yard, trying to get closer to the road. She glanced behind her as she ran, and still there was nothing on the porch.
Ella stopped running, and stared at the spot where she had been apprehended, she took a step closer, and banged into something again. Looking down at the grass, she saw a footprint appear, and then disappear again. Acting quickly she brought her foot down hard on a spot slightly next to where the footprint had show up. There was a crunching noise followed by a yell. Ella's eyes opened wide and she stumbled backwards, into another thickset object. She stopped moving and turned slowly in a circle, terrified. There was definitely some thing lurking in her yard.
A large bush to Ella's right emitted a jet of red light, and a man materialized on the ground next to her. The jet of light hit him square in the chest and the hood of his voluminous cloak fell off. His eyes grew wide and he tipped over and collapsed on the ground, his cloak billowing behind him. The hair on the back of Ella's neck stood on end and she blindly reached out and grabbed at the air next to her. Her fingers closed on something silky and she gave it a tug. A silvery cloak appeared in her fingers and a man ran from underneath the edge of it, his black robes fluttering behind him.
Another bush emitted a jet of red light and the man leaned backwards dodging the light in the nick of time. His right hand was clutching a long thin piece of wood, and with it her pointed it at the bush and yelled some strange words. The shrub caught of fire and burned up quickly, becoming a pile of ashes on Ella's front lawn.
Stifling a scream Ella tripped off her sidewalk and ran forwards. She got as far as the end of the walk before strong arms were wrapped around her waist. Struggling against the invisible person holding her proved difficult. She settled for swinging her arms upwards as hard as she could, her snowbrush having been abandoned in the first tussle. She met solid matter and took hold of it in a death grip, digging her nails in as hard as she could. There was an anguished yell and the fabric beneath Ella's hand became sticky and wet. She withdrew her hand in horror and fell to the ground.
Ella wiped her bloody hand on the grass and scrambled to her feet ready to run for it, when her thoughts turned to Eliza. She was still in the house, alone. It was possible the attackers didn't know about her, but if they did, who was going to stop them from doing terrible things to her sister? Glancing around herself she seemed to be alone. The man whom she had injured was still nowhere to be seen and the two men who had been knocked out by the shrubs were still unconscious.
Ella turned back to her door, intending to grab Eliza and head to the neighbors for help. Nursing her sore neck, she stepped gingerly over the body of one of the men. There was a loud crack behind her and she whirled around searching for something to defend herself with.
Another man had appeared on her lawn, this one in a cloak as well. Ella grabbed a rock from the garden and hefted it in her hands. Setting her stance grimly she threw the rock just as the man raised his wooden wand and pointed it at her. He spoke some strange words and the rock slowed down and fell to the ground harmlessly. Terrified, Ella tripped backwards. There were more loud pops and hooded figures appeared on her lawn, scattered over the neatly trimmed grass. Each one was holding a wand in their hand, and wearing a grim black cloak that shielded their face from view. Ella slipped on a stone in the walkway and fell on her back. Black spots clouded her vision and her limbs tingled painfully as her head hit the ground. She lay resignedly on the sidewalk.
Without warning a cloud of magenta robes and pink hair spun into view. Screaming mysterious words, this entity was firing curses at the men in dark robes faster than they could react. Unfortunately she was no match for a crowd of six or seven dark robed men and they closed in, firing curses back at her.
A hand grabbed Ella's wrist and hauled her to her feet unceremoniously. She a stumbled a moment and a harsh voice shouted.
"TAKE THE GIRL AND GO, WE'LL HOLD OFF THE AUROR!" Tight cords shot out of the speakers wand and wound themselves around Ella's wrists forcing them together. Fear, anger, and worry for her sister and the woman who was fighting to save her began to pent up inside her chest. The emotions formed a tight ball in her chest as the cloaked man skirted her around the edges of the battle. They had reached the driveway, and the man's grip on Ella's arm tightened.
That's when she heard Eliza scream. Horrified she whirled around, wrenching her arm away form the hooded man. Her little sister was standing on the front porch, looking as terrified as Ella felt. The world began to move in slow motion. A hooded figure stepped away from the pack and turned to the front porch, Eliza seemed rooted to the ground. Ella heard herself screaming for her to run.
The man lifted his wand leisurely. Ella ran towards him, the ball of emotion rising higher into her throat. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Avada Ked-"
Before he could finish the incantation Ella opened her mouth and screamed the first word that came into her head.
"STUPEFY!" The ball of emotion burst from her throat and knocked her backwards. There was a flash of red light and all the people around her collapsed as it touched them. It rippled outwards in a circle, emanating from Ella. The woman with pink hair shouted some words and put up a shield. As the light continued past the group of people it faded. Ella could feel her energy draining and she sat down on the driveway, too tired to think about what she had just done or the absurdity of the be- robed people at her house and struggling to remain conscious. A cool hand touched her forehead and someone whistled softly, muttering something about a stunner and wandless magic. Slender hands pushed her onto the driveway and Ella lay down gratefully. A few incoherent words and a strange sensation came over her and she fell peacefully and deeply asleep.
A/N: Like it? Review it!