Note: I do not own 'Harry Potter' but do own Neci. I've written this story so it's set currently and not back in the 1990s. Just a warning there is swearing in this chapter. Hope you enjoy the story.
"Get some rest, Neci."
Dumbledore left and I could feel a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, seeing a plump woman with red hair. Her brown eyes looked at me with kindness and sadness. She picked me up and led me into the kitchen. There were a few people sitting around the table, looking at me.
Instinctively, I smoothed out the dark green and black corset that I had on. I wiped under my eyes, covering my fingers in dark eyeliner and mascara. I sat down and looked at everyone.
"Would you like some tea?"
"Do you have anything stronger?" I asked.
"Only if you tell us who and why you are here," a voice said from the doorway.
I looked over and saw a man with long, stringy dark hair standing there. He held onto a bottle and shook it at me. I sighed, knowing exactly who he was. I looked at him again and smirked.
"I'm Neci Horton. My mother is…was Tamara Spencer. Professor Dumbledore and I went to visit her tonight after I got in and she died. She spoke to me and then she shuddered, dying. I'm going to kill the fucker who put her in there. He's so dead."
He poured the liquid into a glass and handed it to me. I shot it back and swallowed the burning liquid.
"Now why are you here?" he asked.
"You might want to tell the 6 people who are listening in to come down. I don't want to explain this twice."
Loud footsteps could be heard, bounding down the stairs. Four Weasleys, a Granger, and a Potter came into the kitchen. They all took seats around the table and waited for me to start.
"I know things. A lot of things. Things that have happened and things that might happen. I could, essentially, end this war tomorrow."
Everyone just looked at me. Sirius poured me another shot and I downed it.
"Some of you look like you don't believe me. How about we play a little game? I tell you things that I know about you and you don't judge me on the way I look."
I looked at one of the twins, who was sitting beside me.
"You are Fred or George. Even your mother has a hard time telling you apart. You're going into your seventh year and have been doing a little side business that has been very successful. You have a silent partner who lent you the money to start it. It'll only get more successful.
"Hermione Granger. Your parents are dentists and you're a Muggle-born. You used a Time Turner in your 3rd year to take more classes than any other student and saved Sirius. You punched Draco Malfoy the same year. You made Ron jealous by going to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum.
"Harry Potter. Who doesn't know about you? Everyone knows that you defeated Voldemort and survived the killing curse when you were one. Hagrid had to hunt you down on your 11th birthday to give you your letter from Hogwarts. You live with your aunt, uncle, and cousin who despise you and call you a freak. Your life's not pretty and you had to watch a friend die a few months ago.
"Should I continue or do you believe me?"
I looked around the room and could tell that some still didn't believe me.
"You're Remus Lupin and you have a furry little problem. You're Nymphadora Tonks, but hate your first name so you usually go by Tonks or Dora. You're Sirius Black and you spent 12 years in Azkaban for killing Peter Pettigrew and Muggles. Except you didn't do it. That rat did and he's helping Voldemort come back into power."
Sirius poured some liquid into a glass but drank it back himself. He passed the bottle around and I poured some for myself. I swirled it around in the glass and downed it.
"This isn't normal whiskey. This is firewhiskey, isn't it?" I asked.
"How can you know so much about us?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore and I had decided to keep the knowledge of me being from another world between us. I told them the explanation that we had come up with in his office that many hours ago.
"I just do. It's not like Divination or anything. Professor Dumbledore thinks it has to be because of my power through my mother's bloodline. I didn't even know I was a witch until he came to get me. Mom hid me away and the people who raised me didn't know."
I stifled a yawn before Mrs. Weasley offered to show me to a room. I followed her upstairs and when we got to a room, she handed me a box. I said good night and closed the door. I sat on the bed and cried for what seemed like hours. I crawled under the sheets and fell asleep.
In the morning, I found the bathroom and cleaned up as best as I could. I ran my fingers through my long black and blue hair. I wiped off my makeup but didn't bother to reapply it before heading downstairs. I smoothed out the corset and the see through long sleeved shirt under it and the black pants that I was wearing. Everyone was in the kitchen.
"Hi, Neci. How are you doing?"
"OK. I'm sorry for the spectacle last night. I wasn't prepared to watch my mother die last night."
Mrs. Weasley handed me a cup of tea to which I added some milk and tons of sugar. She put a plate in front of me and I grabbed some toast. Glancing over the piece of toast, I could see Ron and Remus watching me. I glared back at them as I ate.
"I take it Mr. Weasley and Harry have left for the Ministry. You don't have to worry. He'll get off and one of the witches from trial will become the new DADA teacher. She's a bitch."
"Neci," Mrs. Weasley warned.
"It's true. She's horrible. She totally has Fudge wrapped around her finger and gets him to approve anything she wants. She's going to take over Hogwarts and make the next year suck. I don't care what Dumbledore says but I'm going to stop this."
"How exactly are you going to do that?" Ron asked.
"Dumbledore has asked me to be the new Muggle Studies professor. Seeing though I didn't get a chance to pack much before I was brought here, I need to go shopping. Pretty much for everything. Clothes, makeup, paper, pens, a wand, robes, everything."
Ginny and Hermione seemed thrilled at this. We planned to go in an hour, giving me time to get ready. I went upstairs to the room and grabbed the box. I really didn't want to go through it but I knew I would need to do it eventually. Her wand was there so I picked it up. I knew from the books that if a wand chose you, it would feel warm or tingle or do a spell. It did nothing. I put it back and grabbed a piece of paper. Only a date and a time was written on it so I put it back. There was a necklace at the bottom of the box. I lifted it out and looked at it closer.
It was a silver chain with an emerald tear drop. I caressed the pendent before putting the necklace on. I took off my other necklace and stuck it in my pocket. My mother back home never would have worn something like this but it felt right. There was a key in the box and it looked important so I pocketed it. There was nothing else to check out. Those four things summed up my mother's life.
I shook my head and went to the bathroom. I ran into Ginny as she was coming out.
"Do you mind if I borrow some toothpaste?"
She gave me hers and I did the old toothpaste on the finger trick before doing my makeup. I found Ginny and gave her toothpaste back. We met up with Hermione downstairs and said our goodbyes to Mrs. Weasley.
"I'll come too," Ron called, running down the stairs.
