Chapter 2: Organisation

A/N: This chapter may be confusing because I haven't detailed what it mans for Ita(pronounced ee-ta, I believe there is an alternative spelling but this is the one I know as it's my neighbor'sname.) to be a protector I'm waiting until she tells Harry so please wait for the next chapter it's what makes this fic different!

The dates are different to fit in with Twilight which doesn't come in until the after the seventh Harry Potter book but when it's in the Twilight world is when it's a crossover. (Just a quick explanation for those who noticed/curious.)

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs.

2003

Ita entered into the Lieutenant General's office sitting down and waited to be addressed. After a few minutes of the General looking busy he addressed Ita. The General was a stout, beer bellied man; who was red faced and bald. To Ita he always looked like the Conductor from 'Thomas the Tank Engine' in an army uniform and a less than friendly face. "Your next mission is in" he handed me a file "you're to leave tomorrow morning for London."

Ita glance over the file and her jaw dropped. This was a big assignment. "Sir? Why does Harry Potter need a Protector?"

The General paused. "Since Harry's parents' murder we've known that Voldemort hadn't died; but he wasn't corporeal either so we haven't felt the need to place a Protector on the boy. Before the Quidditch World Cup we've discovered that Voldemort is trying to retain a corporeal body once more. Harry will need our protection from now on." 'Well shite, this is going to be a long one.'

Ending the bitter thought before she ranted she asked "Is that all Sir?"

"Yes, you may leave and Ita, I want nothing but your best or I'll take away your privileges."

Ita rose from her seat and left the office gracefully though she shuddered internally fro his threat. She hated that man who she would have once trusted with her life. All she was to him was an asset and a weapon. She wasn't allowed her own life; not until she completed the contract. Ita went to the boys dorm to talk to Kyle. Kyle was her soulmate and yes she knows that for most, the relationship with their soulmates are romantic but for Ita and Kyle it's completely platonic.

She knocked on the door and entered before waiting for an answer. Kyle was stretched across his bed only lifting an eyebrow to her entry and asking "Well, what did he want?"

"My new assignment is none other than The-Boy-Who-Lived." Ita huffed in annoyance.

"Shit, that's going to be a ridiculously long assignment." Kyle answered wide eyed.

"I know chances are I'm going to be on this one for years" Ita paused before admitting "Kyle I'm scared." It was her first long assignment that would be years instead of months.

"Come here." Kyle said softly to her. Once she snuggled up next to him on the bed and he ran his hand through her hair he whispered "I know that you get attachments to those you protect and those are only months but you never know you might find a way to end the contract when you're staying in a place for a long length of time and get to know people."

With that little bit of encouragement he kissed her on the top of her head and they sat in comfortable silence for hours just enjoying each others company before they don't see each other for months, until Ita said her goodbye and went to pack and learn the story the General sent to the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. She was to be a transfer student who used to be home-schooled before her parents deaths. With everything packed she went to sleep knowing that tomorrow will be a very long, tiring day.

Ita arrived at Platform 9¾ early wanting to scout the platform. Ita wore denim shorts, a grey royal vintage rose tank top where the holes for the arms rested at the hem, under that she wore a black lace bralette, a plaid shirt over it all and her favourite matte black doc martins. She looked extremely muggle but that was how she was raised.

People started to arrive quickly until the platform was almost completely full. She knew from the file that it was a habit for Harry and his friends the Weasleys to be late so she only started looking for them now that it was later. Once I catch sight of them I keep hidden behind the crowds and watch from a distance as they said their goodbyes. Once they board the train she wait a good five minute before doing the same. She immediately searched for Harry's compartment finding Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley with him.

"Hello, is it alright if I join your compartment?" Ita asked softly.

They gave each other a look, questioning if they should trust me or not before Ron shrugged his shoulders and replied "Sure, come on in."

Ita placed her trunk up on the shelves and sat across from Harry and introduced herself with a smile "Hello, I'm Ita Ruttledge. I'm a transfer student."

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Hermione and this is Ron and Harry." indicating to each as she said her name. "Where are you transferring from?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Home-school." Ita left it short on purpose as she didn't want to lie to Harry as he doesn't like liars and she planned on telling him who she was as soon as she could manage to get him alone.

Hermione was practically falling off her seat with curiosity and the only thing that was holding her back was that she was clearly raised to be polite. Ron was looking at her like a piece of meat, face reddening when Ita had caught him staring and Harry just looked intrigued.

Suddenly a white blond boy pulled open the door hard enough to make it slam. Ita had already heard footsteps approach and stop outside so she wasn't caught off guard. 'He must have needed to give himself a little pep talk'. Ita's training made sure that she was always aware.

"Potter- ugh who is this?" Draco's eyes trailed up Ita and she had an amused smile on her face. He eventually seemed to notice and schooled his face like the young aristocrat he was and not the red blooded male looking at her 'girls'.

"Ita Ruttledge" she replied with a smile.

A genuine look of disappointment flashed across his face "Well you most certainly found the right compartment then, slumming it with Hogwarts' worst. Ruttledge- he said with a sneer- definitely a Mudblood."

"Actually, technically I'm not. I consider myself Muggle-born as I was given up for adoption to muggles. My parents were purebloods." Ita stated in a factual tone mixed with pride.

"Liar! No pureblood family would give their child up for adoption to Muggles of all people." He spat at her.

"Well, my biological mother did. One she wasn't finished her NEWTS, second her and my biological father had broken up before she knew of me and finally they were from rival houses so she had no support. Also I was never actually meant to stay with my parents but my biological mother as murdered before she could come back for me." Ita said this as mechanically as she could, she knew that she had to tell Harry the truth about her until she could tell him why she was really here but her heritage hurt. She missed her family.

"Really? Well who are your biological parents then?" Draco sneered with a smirk thinking he was going to catch her out.

"Clarissa Grenville, I don't know who my biological father is. She never said in the letter, probably taught she'd get to tell me herself"

Wide-eyed Hermione couldn't help but ask "You mean the Clarissa Grenville that disappeared in 1986?" Ita smiled and nodded. 'She really is bright.'

"Anyways, I consider myself Muggle-born, I just taught I'd inform you so you know not to jump to conclusions." Ita shrugged.

Draco dropped the topic as he wanted to do more research. He didn't like that the Mudblood Granger knew more than he did on pureblood families. He turned his attention to Ron.

"So… going to enter Weasley? Going to try and bring a little glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, you know… you'd be able to able to buy decent robes if you won..."

"What are you talking about?" Ron snapped.

"Are you going to enter?" Malfoy repeated. I suppose you will, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?"

"Either explain what you on about or go away, Malfoy" said Hermione testily, over top of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4. A gleeful smile spread across Malfoy's face.

"Don't tell me you don't know?" he said delightedly. "You've got a father and a brother at the Ministry and you don't even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago… heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Father's always associated with the top people at the ministry… maybe your father is too junior to know about it, Weasley… yes… they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him..."Laughing, Malfoy beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared.

The group held light conversation to try keep Ron calm and they finally came to a stop in Hogsmeade. As the train doors opened there was a rumble of thunder overhead. The rain was coming down so thick and fast it was as though buckets of ice-cold water were being repeatedly emptied on their head.

"Hi, Hagrid!" Harry yelled, seeing a gigantic silhouette at the far end of the platform.

"All righ', Harry?" Hagrid bellowed back, waving. "See yeh at the feast if we don' drown!" Hagrid took the first years to the traditional sailing across the lake. Ita went on the carriages rubbing the Thestral before entering the carriage. The door shut with a snap, and a few moments later, with a great lurch, the long procession of carriages was rumbling and splashing its way up the track to Hogwarts castle.

A/N: Harry's Birthday is 31st July 1990.

Lieutenant General = top of Irish military (I dont know a lot about it but this is what i got when I looked it up)