Blaire Raven sat in her Aunt's cupcake shop. She held in her hands a copy of The Daily Prophet. They recounted Harry Potter's "visit" to the Ministry last month. Blaire rolled her eyes at the claim it made of him being "The Chosen One" and the fact that now they were agreeing with him. "He's been back for a bloody year. And they called him crazy!" Blaire spoke aloud to no one in particular. Blaire fumbled through the rest of the days post. Coming across a large envelope with familiar green writing. The familiar seal brought a smile to her lips. Blaire jumped at the sound of the bell. She slid the newspaper and letter under the recipe book next to her.
"Hi, welcome to Magical Cakes. What can I do for you?" She said without glancing up.
"I have an idea." She looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. A boy with glasses and scar smiled at her.
"Oh, so what will it be?"
"How about this." He leaned over the counter, narrowing the space between them and kissed her.
"Hmmm... I don't know if we have that." She leaned forward and kissed him. "Was that what you wanted Mr. Potter?"
"Miss Raven you know me so well." Harry smiled at her, causing her to blush. Blaire pushed her dark curls behind her ears.
"I'd like to think so. We did grow up down the street from each other. My Aunt was asked to watch you." At that Harry made a face. Dumbledore had asked so many people to keep an eye on him while he grew up.
"But I didn't meet you until I went to Hogwarts."
"We've met many times before that, Harry. All those years when the Dursleys ordered a cake you were the one who had to come pick it up."
"Oh yeah…"
"You even came in a few days after I received my Hogwarts letter."
"How? My first letter didn't arrive until Dudley's birthday." Blaire just shrugged in response.
"Harry can you believe it's our Sixth year at Hogwarts? It seems like you just asked me to dance at the Yule Ball." She smiled at the memory of dancing with Harry. Even if at the time they were just friends at the time.
"And Voldemort came back?" Blaire fought the urge to shudder at his name. "Sorry... I forgot."
"He didn't just kill my parents Harry. He killed yours too." She placed her hand on top of his. "We both lost our parents because of him. I just don't understand..."
"Why I'm not scared?" She shrugged. "I guess cause he gave me this." Harry pointed to his scar.
"True... But he turned my hair black and cause my eyes to be grey."
"But it makes you beautiful," Blaire blushed. Harry was rarely like this, "Plus, it wasn't because he was trying to kill you."
"Fine you win," she teased.
"Joy, I win at having the worst life."
"I think I can make it better." She kissed him again.
He nodded, "I think you can. So now for the reason of my visit. I got a letter from Dumbledore. He's coming to get me to take me to take me to the Burrow. He asked if you'd accompany us. He needs our help with something."
"Our help?" Harry nodded, "But of course. Let me ask my Aunt," She disappeared into the back room. "Aunt Maggy!"
"Yes, you can."
"You didn't know..."
"My dear, I saw him come in. I got a letter from Dumbledore. I know what he asked."
"Thanks Aunt Maggy." She hugged her aunt and went back out to see Harry, "When is Dumbledore coming to get you?"
"Tonight. Come by around 11, that's when Dumbledore will show up."
"Okay. I'll see you tonight, Harry."
Harry smiled and kissed Blaire's cheek before he left. She watched him leave before she pulled The Daily Prophet back out from under the recipe book. Tucked into it Harry stuck an envelope. She pulled out the piece of parchment and recognized Harry's handwriting.
Happy Belated Birthday Blaire.
I'm sorry we didn't get to celebrate since it was close end of term the same day as O.W.L.S. even and you know… But I got this for you. I think it matches your eyes. I got it in Hogsmeade. The jeweler said it's enchanted. I think a Curse-breaker can figure out how it's enchanted.
Love,
Harry
Blaire laughed. Harry had started to scribble out the word "love". She pulled out a silver crescent moon necklace. Her birthday was a couple of months ago. And the day after Sirius died. She knew that June 18th was always going to be hard on Harry from now on. She observed the necklace for a second and checked the calendar that sits next to the register. After a second she realized the necklace matches the phases of the moon. She put it on and realized that the clasp disappeared. Blaire laughed again. It was also charmed that if it was gift from someone you love it will never come off. Not that she minded. Blaire touched the moon charm and smiled. She grabbed the paper and her Hogwarts letter. The weight of the letter felt so real. It was her 6th year at Hogwarts and she could tell something was going to happen. Something big. She sighed teaching her bedroom in the flat above the bakery. She grabbed her trunk and began packing. A trip to Diagon Alley won't be far behind. Term would be starting in a few weeks.
"Blaire?" Her Aunt stood in the door frame.
"Yes?"
Her tone scared her. Aunt Maggy crossed to Blair's bed. She sat down causing the tabby cat napping on the pillow to voice her annoyance.
"I'd like you to stay with the Weasley's until term starts. I know I sent you there alot growing up. But it was safest for you."
"I know Aunt Maggy. But I love them like they're my blood. You know this."
"Blaire… I want you staying with the Weasley's for Christmas as well."
"Okay? Why?"
" You'll understand in due time."
"what do you mean?"
"I mean Dumbledore has a plan. A plan I cannot share. A plan I know little of. But trust that man. Trust him with your life."
"Alright. I will."
Maggy hugged her niece and left the room. Blaire swallowed her fear and continued packing. Though she stayed at the burrow thousands of times she loved her home above the bakery. It smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, it smelled of home to her. It was her home. There was something her Aunt wasn't telling her. But what?
