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Chapter two
"Is that supposed to happen?" Ron asked Hermione.
"I don't know," she answered with a nervous edge to her voice. "Do I look like I've done this before?"
"You're the one who came up with the spell," reasoned Ron.
"Well considering we in a way summoned Sirius it would stand to reason he'd come through something," said the young witch. "He couldn't very well apparate from the dead."
Since he couldn't argue with the logic of that statement, Ron shut up and went back to watching the portal. It's changed from its original black to an emerald green colour and small sparks stated appearing around it. After a few tense minutes a robed figure was thrown from it. Then it closed with a rather loud snap.
"Sirius!" exclaimed Harry and ran towards the unconscious body.
Hermione, who got there first, hesitantly turned to the young wizard. "Harry, I don't think that's Sirius."
"What do you mean it's not," started Harry only to stop in shock when he took a closer look to the obviously female body on the floor. "Oh."
Ron stepped closer to take a look at the girl. She was wearing dark jeans and a green shirt. The robe turned out to be a long black leather coat. Her short dark green hair had something suspiciously blood like on it and her face was smudged with dirt and blood.
"What do we do now?" asked Hermione.
Surprisingly it was Ron who answered. "We have to take her to the hospital wing. And inform Dumbledore."
The others agreed and they levitated the girl to Madam Pomfrey.
Once they got there, the Mediwitch sent them to get Dumbledore and then turned to her new patient. She healed the bruises and washed her hair and face. After she removed her clothes she discovered a lot of scars. More than a young woman has any right to have. She healed her injuries and then redressed her. There was no reason for anyone to see the scars until the poor girl was ready to share the story behind them. And madam Pomfrey would make sure that no one tried to force her into doing such a thing. She may be a woman of healing, but she was fiercely protective of her patients.
Soon after she was done, the Gryffindor trio entered her wing followed by a few professors.
'This story I have to hear,' thought Madam and sat down to listen.
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"Well, this is curious," said the Headmaster. "It seems the young lady will have to stay here, as I can not see a way to reverse your rather powerful summoning."
Hermione blushed under the veiled praise and smiled shyly.
"However," continued Dumbledore, "I trust you will not attempt anything similar in the future as the consequences could be far more severe than they were this time."
The Gryffindors looked appropriately ashamed and solemnly nodded. Professor Severus Snape however was not satisfied.
"You can't be serious, Headmaster. They used extremely dark magic to effectively kidnap a young woman from her home dimension and all you are going to say is you trust they won't do it again?"
"Come now, Severus, we all make stupid mistakes when we're young," said Dumbledore gently. "And while we must learn from them, we must also learn to forgive ourselves and move on once a mistake has been made." He pointedly looked at the potions master, who soon averted his eyes and started exiting the room.
"Some mistakes cannot be forgiven," he said as he closed the doors.
Albus was contemplating following him, when the unconscious girl suddenly woke up. She jumped out of bed, looked around her frantically and assumed a defensive position in the corner of the room.
"Where am I?" she asked slowly. "And how did I get here?"
Everyone was just looking at her for a few moments as they got over the shock of seeing such an abrupt awakening. Finally professor Dumbledore smiled and started speaking.
"You are at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. I am Headmaster Dumbledore and these are Madam Pomfrey, professor McGonagall, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." Everyone nodded to her rather awkwardly. "As to why you're here… well perhaps such tales are better left for more comfortable surroundings with some tea. But I can assure you that we mean you no harm."
She felt the small stone on her bracelet warm up. It was a sort of a lie detector. Every council member was required to have it on them at all times. It glowed warmly when someone was telling the truth and turned ice cold when they were lying. All in all, a very useful thing to have.
"I'm Kiara," she said slowly and backed away from the corner. "And I don't care about appropriate surroundings; I want to know why I'm here."
"Certainly," said Dumbledore. "Perhaps if we were to move to my office I could explain it to you there."
Kiara hesitantly agreed and followed the oddly dressed group through the castle. She tried not to show her shock at such a blatant display of power. There were enchanted paintings and armours, stairs that moved with a will of their own and gargoyles that leaped out of the way if you told them the correct password. Dumbledore kept talking about everything around them, introducing some paintings and explaining the history of the castle.
When they got to the Headmasters office, he poured everyone tea and turned to Kiara. "I will try to explain everything to you, but first I would like to call the Heads of Houses that are not yet present. I hope you do not mind."
Kiara just nodded, knowing it wasn't really a request. Dumbledore floo-called Professors Snape, Flitwick and Sprout. They were all surprised at being called at such a late hour, but no one commented on it. Snape naturally didn't look overly excited to be there. He nodded to Kiara as he was introduced and then went to lurk in the corner.
"While it's been lovely meeting all these people tonight," started Kiara with sarcasm literally dripping of her tongue, "could someone explain to me where I am and what I'm doing here?"
"Yes, of course," said the Headmaster. "But in order for you to fully understand what has happened, you have to understand some things about this world."
So he explained about magic, the wizard society, magical beings and finally talked to her about the War. He told of Harry's prophecy, his parent's deaths and the trials and tribulations of his school years. Kiara listened silently and kept her many comments to herself. Who sends an untrained child into battle?
Finally she's had enough and interrupted Dumbledore just as he was explaining about Harry's sixth year. "That's all very interesting, I'm sure, but what does Harry's admittedly shitty life have to do with mine being here?"
Everyone was shocked that she dared interrupt Albus Dumbledore, except for Snape who just smirked. He was quite impressed with the girl. 'She will certainly stir things up a bit in the Albus Dumbledore fanclub,' he thought smugly.
Albus simply smiled. "I was getting to that."
"Well get there quicker," demanded Kiara. "We've been here for almost an hour and you still haven't explained anything."
Dumbledore's smile was a bit strained this time. "Yes, I can imagine you're a bit impatient right now. Only natural of course. Well to make a long story short, the final battle with Voldemort took place in front of this very school." Kiara noticed how almost everyone flinched at the name Voldemort. She decided to ask about it later. "Many good people were lost in the battle."
"Yes, final battles are like that," snarked the green-haired girl. "I imagine many bad people were lost in the battle as well."
Dumbledore either didn't hear her tone or simply chose to ignore it as he nodded knowingly. "Indeed. However some losses are harder to get through than others. And the loss of Harry's godfather Sirius Black was especially hard on these children."
"Bloody fucking hell," swore Kiara and looked pleadingly at Dumbledore. "Please tell me they didn't make a wish for his return."
McGonagall tsked and glared at her. "Really young lady. Must you use such vulgar language?"
Kiara wasn't at all fazed by the glare – it only scored a 4,5 on the official council glare-o-meter. "Well I don't have to, but I find it easier to express my feeling if I do."
Snape smirked approvingly.
"Now answer my question. Did they wish this Black person to appear?"
"No," answered Hermione before Dumbledore could say anything. "We… I mean I came up with a summoning spell. But it should have worked! There's no good explanation for your appearance! I triple checked everything, I swear."
Kiara took a calming breath, which didn't really work, and glared at the Gryffindor. "What was the focus and the exact words you used?" she asked icily.
Hermione shakily answered. "We used his wand – oak with the blood of a vampire. And the words were: 'Bring the one who is Dark, but works for the Light, who lost all there is, but still fights with might.'"
"Bloody hell," shouted Kiara. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking shit! Bloody buggering idiots!" Other colourful phrases followed this one, before she switched to some more obscure languages, when English just wasn't enough to express her anger. The whole swearing marathon lasted for a good five minutes and she didn't repeat a single swear word as far as anyone could tell.
Severus was quite impressed to tell the truth.
