Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, the book or it's characters. They all belong to J.K Rowling. I own Kabira Northshore, Anastasia The character, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Northshore. Updates on further OC'S will be noted in later chapters.
Chapter Two – Warm Welcome?
"Hello Professor." Kabira muttered, shaking his hand with a bit of anxiousness. "At least he's wearing muggle clothing." Kabira thought inwardly as she glanced at his dress pants and shirt, skilfully hiding his beard behind a black blazer and bowler's hat.
"Please, call me Albus. I take it that your ride here was enjoyable?" Albus asked, smiling as he kindly took Kabira's luggage from her hands and put it on a trolley.
"Yes it was, a bit shaky but tolerable." Kabira jostled, trailing behind Albus as they stood outside and waited for a muggle taxi.
Suddenly, as a stream of people rushed out of the airport, Kabira's voice changed.
"Albus why don't we cut past the informalities. We both know why I'm here and frankly, I want to know why...why I'm here." Kabira
"As far as your stay goes," Albus continued as he waved down a cab. "You'll be staying at The Weasley's. Tonight however, until we get all preparations triple checked, you will be boarded in Diagon Alley. Actually just above the Leaky Cauldron." He finished, smiling then turning his attention out the window.
"Albus-" Kabira cut in, wanting to have her question answered.
Albus looked straight at Kabira and up again at a cab that was coming closer to them, a small twinkle in his eyes suggesting that Kabira probably wouldn't get her answer straight away.
"You mean the one next to Knockturn Alley?" Kabira sighed, admitting defeat and climbing into the taxi.
Dumbledore turned and smiled, fixing his spectacles back onto his bridged nose.
"Yes, the very one."
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"Now kids, I know you all don't take a kind note towards Kabira but you need to show SOME compassion." Mrs. Weasley chimed as she watched Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Fred and George clean up around the kitchen and the rest of the small house.
"Then send her a fruit basket, we shouldn't have to suffer through all of this work for...her." Harry yelled almost muffled as he struggled with a rusted pot.
"Maybe she's nice?" Ginny suggested, washing off the kitchen table with a rag.
"Right Ginny, she's as nice as a Doxie Fairy!" Ron countered loudly, bitterly fluffing the overstuffed pillows in the living room.
"I agree with Ginny, maybe she's nice? I mean she HAS been avoiding him for as long as she could have gotten away for." Hermione brightly said, coming out of the bathroom with a wet rag doused in some sort of cleaning oil.
"I on the other hand agree with Rom, born a murderer, is a murderer." George retaliated, coming from the upper staircase into the kitchen where everyone had gathered to sit or stand in.
"You children need to come to a mature understanding that she's just like all of you. She's only 15, she hasn't murdered a soul and whether you like it or not, she'll be joining fifth year with all of you! It'll be the start of school soon so she'll be here right on time." Mrs. Weasley countered, getting up a bit heatedly and leaving the kitchen through the back door.
"I still think it's a bad idea." An older male voice wafted through the room, Mr. Weasley walking from the living room to the kitchen with a broken sponge in his hand.
Turning, Mrs. Weasley grabbed the door handle and said with a quick huff: "She'll be here in less than 24 hours so you all best make yourselves useful and get used to the idea! INCLUDING YOU ARTHUR!"
Ron groaned loudly and slammed his piece of cloth onto the table.
"She'll be living in my house." He muttered, glaring at the wall. "The daughter of the devil will be living in my house."
"She'll be staying in mine and Hermione's room so you don't have to act as if she'll be with you everywhere you go." Ginny sighed, getting up and going upstairs.
"I think...I think I might actually lose it before she even gets here!" Harry muttered, slamming his head on the table and giving an aggravated groan.
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"Thank you Albus, for setting this up." Kabira sighed, looking around the slightly crammed hotel room.
"The pleasure is all mine Kabira. I'll be back in the morning at 10 AM sharp, and we'll begin our flooing process.
"Alright, thank you again." Kabira whispered, giving Albus a wide smile. Albus smiled one last time before turning and shutting the door behind him.
As soon as Kabira thought that Albus was finally further down the hall, Kabira turned and looked out the heavily set window.
The sun was still grave as the afternoon set, many clouds poking through the blue bleached sky. The many wizards of the community bustled busily in the streets. Little kids ogled the new broomsticks that hung loosely in many windows, older wizards greeting their friends and drinking up butterbeer in preparation for the new school year about to come.
Groaning, Kabira went over to the dusty, creaking bed and dropped down backwards onto it.
"What have I gotten myself INTO?" Kabira yelled to the empty room, staring up at the sinking ceiling. "Might as well get some rest?" She whispered, turning around and heading towards the small amour.
The day went on with Kabira moving from one part of the bedroom, to the other. Occasionally stopping by the window, staring down the people and wondering what their lives must be like.
Kabira made it a steady habit of making up the lives for the children, where they'd be in 10 years, who'd they turn out to be. Each person she made a new life for, the worse it was for Kabira to imagine her own life and wonder where she was heading with it as well.
As the clock ticked slowly past 11 PM, Kabira was sitting at the small mirror brushing through her long black hair. Crawling into bed, she fell into a restless state.
"So ends the first day of the rest of my life." Kabira muttered before she blew out the small candle that had been emitting the only light in the room beside her and quickly fell into an anxious sleep.
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"Wake up boys, everyone is downstairs and waiting already!" Mrs. Weasley yelled at Harry and Ron who were both sound asleep in their bedroom.
Mrs. Weasley opened the door wide and scoffed at the smell emitting from Ron's trunk, kicking aside a broken ink well and looking from one sight to the next.
"NOW." Mrs. Weasley pressed before slamming the door shut closed.
Jumping slightly as the door slammed shut, Harry woke up and rubbed his eyes. Groping the side table for his glasses, he put them on hastily and let his brain search for the reason for waking up abnormally early. Suddenly it came to him with a large sinking feeling in his stomach before he groaned loudly, rubbing his head in his both of his hands.
"Harry?" Ron asked a bit sleepily, sitting up and turning towards him. "You ready for this?"
"No." Harry replied simply, sliding back down onto his bed. "I'm not even going to try and like her." Harry decided, looking over at Ron.
"Me neither but I'm not going to be mean, I'll just ignore her. God knows WHAT she could do to me if I get her the smallest bit mad!" Ron sighed, lying back downwards.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked rubbing his eyes.
"I mean she could still be on the dark side and might just play the good side to get information. If we be mean to her she could come after us with her death eater friends!" Ron exaggerated, sitting up a bit quickly and turning wide eyed at Harry.
Harry yawned before rubbing his scar, Ron quickly at his side.
"Does your scar hurt?" Ron asked hurriedly, his hands disarraying his already muddled hair.
Shaking him off, Harry just shook his head and threw on a new shirt, barely looking at Ron.
Ron got the hint and stalked off into the bathroom, the sound of rushing water was all that was heard for a brief ten minutes before Harry stood in the doorway, Ron leaning against the staircase.
"You ready?" Ron asked after a long silence, clapping Harry on the shoulder.
"Only one way to find out." Harry groaned again before they started to trail down the stairs as if they were off to war.
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Kabira sat up in her bed at 8 AM. Looking around, she sighed as she tried to remember the last time she was this nervous.
"Might as well get out of here." Kabira persisted herself mentally, getting out of bed and deciding to wash up.
Around and hour and a half later Kabira had set her belongings by the door neatly, only having used about four things from her luggage so far.
Kabira silently made her bed carefully, sighing as she sat in the middle.
"They're not going to like me." Kabira groaned, turning over and struggling to get back up out of the sinking bed.
A moment or two passed before anger and frustration seemed to seep through Kabira's fingertips. Each second Kabira had let every though of her real Father, the Dark Lord, nestle back into her thoughts as easily as she had let them go.
Slowly Kabira started to take her passion out on her pillow, punching it and tossing it around the room before it erupted in a sea of feathers that covered every inch of the floor beneath her.
A steady knock broke the silent anger that filled the room, and suddenly was neutralized as Albus Dumbledore walked into Kabira's feather filled bedroom with a hearty smile.
"Are you ready to go?" Albus asked with hesitation, swooping his wand with a small flick as all of the feathers were stuffed neatly back into the pillow they had come from.
"No!" Kabira whined, lying back onto the bed and closing her eyes. Albus chuckled before allowing Kabira to continue. "Why would I be ready to go somewhere where the people OBVIOUSLY HATE ME. The whole wizarding world hates me Albus! Not one person out there likes me, not one. Not even my own Father." Kabira whispered the last part, rolling over so her back was to Albus.
"Well Ms. Riddle, I like you as much. Your Father despises you, I mean, how can an infant almost defeat him. And only to be dumfounded again when Mr. Potter does the same thing? Almost, you almost took your Father's life but merely that was a test run for the real thing which Mr. Potter had tried to end." Albus sighed, sitting down in the little armchair with creaky legs that stood with grace next to the amour in the corner of the room. "He survived quickly from your attack because of the love you provided him in your heart. That love healed him and because of that same compassion, he sent you away as to never be found. He did not want to hurt you Kabira, but revenge has become an awful thing. He's killed anyone who might know where you are, only to prevent him from finding out. In order to defeat him, yourself and Mr. Potter need to come together and fight, fight for the good of the wizarding world and what may well turn out to be, the muggle world also."
"You think he's coming back ... don't you?" Kabira asked in a barely audible whisper, little flecks of red sparks erupting from her fingertips.
"Wandless magic is one thing that would lead him to you Ms. Riddle. Please, we must leave now before your trail is found." Albus avoided the question, standing up and bending down for Kabira's suitcases.
"Since I was ten Albus," Kabira began her voice in such a deep tone that it stopped Albus in his tracks. "since I was ten I've avoided all things magic. By that age I had learnt more than Hogwarts has known in a lifetime. Do you think that this is all easy for me? And to know that my Father wants me dead because of it, because of what HE taught me? I was a mere child Albus, and I still am! I know nothing, how can I help?" Kabira cried, sitting bolt upright in the bed and staring Albus straight in his blue eyes.
"Kabira, your love revived him, and it will be the same thing that will defeat him. Now please, come with me. We have much worse things to face than your Father." Albus continued, for a moment a smile erupted onto his features before he grabbed two of Kabira's suitcases.
"Like what?" Kabira muttered, grabbing the rest of her luggage and following Albus down and out of the Leaky Caldron.
"Like gaining Mr. Potter and his friends trust." Albus laughed, leading Kabira into a deserted courtyard.
"I thought we were taking the Floo network?" Kabira whispered, the small wind picking up speed as it lifted leafs off the floor and swung them in delicate hoops.
"The Order found that that was too dangerous, no, we found a better mode of transportation." Albus grinned, shading his eyes from the sun as he looked far up and into the sky.
Suddenly, the sky seemed to erupt in a massive BANG.
"What the-"Kabira began before a large motorcycle descended from the sky and landed in front of Kabira's feet.
"Ay, I'm here for you Albus you know that. But I don't know if this is going to go so well..." A very large and gruff looking man sighed from his seat in the motorcycle, the cart attached to it looking very shaky.
"I agree." Kabira whispered, looking in disbelief of the driver and the seat. "I completely and utterly agree."
AU - Well do you like it so far? Haha, I hope you've enjoyed the second chapter to this progressive story. Reviews are welcome and have a great time reading!
