(A/n) See first chapter for disclaimer. Originial characters belong to me.

Chapter 2

Boots tapped against a tiled floor, a rhythmic beat that did little to help pass the time. The owner of the boots sat on an old wooden bench in an old cell that was covered with binding and protective spells. Not that it would have made a difference for one such as her, she would have done just fine in a regular Muggle cell.

Heaving a sigh, she crossed her legs and, out of habit, went to grab one of her guns only to reach air. She groaned and reached up to rub her forehead instead. That's right; they had taken her guns as well as her other belongings. She felt so naked without her weapons. The wizards had their wands, she had her guns. It wasn't magic but it was effective in defending one's self against the undead and cursed creatures that roamed a lot of the tombs and dungeons she frequented.

She uncrossed her legs and rubbed her hands over the healing scratches and bruises on her thighs. The black scales of her trench coat caught the light and reflected different shades of grey and silver. She thoughtfully reached over to her fingers over the scales; at least they let her keep her clothing. It was actually a result of her handiwork, a dragon's hide with the scales still intact, sewn onto a Muggle trench coat. Even after death, the natural defenses of a dragon's scales against magic remained and it proved to be her most valuable defense against a wizard's spell. She released her coat and crossed her arms, not all spells of course, but it gave her a leg up over the opposition when trying to make a quick escape.

"Ma'am?"

She looked up to find the tall, red haired wizard from earlier standing outside of her cell door. He was smiling as he tapped on the door with his wand a few times before it swung open. He entered and the door swung closed of its own accord. The woman remained seated on the bench while a slender dark brow rose in question. "Am I free to go?" She asked, a trace of an accent curling around her words.

The wizard laughed in response as he waved his wand and conjured a straight backed, wooden chair out of thin air. It spun once then fell to the floor with a thud. "No, I'm afraid not. I still have a few questions for you, the ones that you had been avoiding when I interrogated you earlier."

The woman sniffed but did not respond while the wizard took a seat in the wooden chair across from her. He stuck his wand in his belt and leaned forward, studying the strange woman who sat with a bored look. He ran a hand through his red hair while he took in a breath. This woman was terribly frustrating and was no one like he had ever encountered before, and he had met a lot of people in his career.

"First question, who are you?"

The woman had been staring at the ceiling with that bored look and her eyes remained there as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. "I told you, I'm a traveler. I'm traveling through Egypt at the moment and was enjoying it before you took me prisoner."

The wizard laughed in response and leaned back in his chair. "Just a traveler huh? You must expect a lot to happen from the looks of those Muggle weapons you carry with you."

The woman flicked her eyes his way, he noted she had very peculiar green eyes, before a smile appeared. "A lady who travels alone can never be too careful."

The wizard laughed again and shook his head. "Of course not and you just happened to be traveling through an area with a newly discovered tomb?"

The woman shrugged in response and turned her gaze back to the ceiling while her booted feet began another rhythmic tapping. "From what I understand, that tomb was beyond Gringotts' jurisdiction so you can't peg me for trespassing."

The wizard coughed in response, not acknowledging the truth of those words. "Yes, well… What about those other men with you?"

"I told you before I am not associated with them." She closed her eyes while her feet tapped away. "They are grave robbers, your common run-of-the-mill thieves. Whatever they were planning, you will have to ask them. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

He didn't quite believe her, he sensed there was more to what she was telling but he never was quite skilled at reading the minds of others. Besides, the wizards that she was speaking of were refusing to talk as well. Right now, Gringotts had nothing to hold these people with because not one of them had any kind of item that would tie them to the newly discovered tomb. They were doing background checks for any possible warrants or misdemeanors for those wizards except for the puzzle that sat in front of him right now. They could not bring up anything about her.

Leaning forward again, he studied her with interest. "So you do not have anything that is even remotely associated with that new tomb?"

The woman looked at him and a light frown touched her features. "You have my bag; all of my things are in there."

Scratching his head, he laughed and gave a nod. All they had found in her very Muggle looking bag were some food items, two bottles of water and various other items that included a wallet (with a passport that explained the origin of her accent), Muggle money, and some lip balm. Deciding to try it from another vantage point, he leaned closer toward her. "What about who you are?"

The woman's green eyes focused on him and he noticed that there was something eerie about them. He didn't know what but whatever it was, it made him uncomfortable. "You had already asked that question." She said while her feet ceased in their tapping and silence fell.

The wizard rubbed his jaw as he tried to gather his thoughts. "From what we could gather from your American Muggle passport, it stated your last name as Craft. You aren't listed on the any of the American records of registered witches with that last name."

The woman opened her mouth to reply but another voice had cut in from beyond the cell door. "That is because Mr. Weasley, she is not a witch."

They both glanced at the cell door to find an older man standing on the other side of the bars. He was tall but looked even taller with the pointed blue wizard's cap on his head. He wore deep blue robes and his long silver beard was tucked into the belt to keep it out of the way. His twinkling blue eyes were studying the young woman with interest from behind half moon spectacles. The woman had paled at the sight of this wizard and she promptly looked away, her frown growing deep.

The older wizard only smiled and he looked at the red haired wizard that sat across from her. "Bill Weasley, I take it that Gringotts has been treating you well?"

The red haired wizard named Bill returned the smile, though somewhat puzzled, and got out of his chair to open the cell door. "Professor, what a nice surprise." It truly was a surprise; this was the first time that he had ever seen Albus Dumbledore here in Egypt and exactly why he was here, Bill had no idea. He stood back to let the Headmaster of his old school enter and he folded his arms with a thoughtful smile. "Gringotts has been treating me well. It has been a worthwhile career move." He looked between Dumbledore and the woman. "I have the feeling though that you are not here to visit me."

Dumbledore wandered in and sat down in the chair that Bill had abandoned. He studied the woman and gave a nod in acknowledgment to the comment that Bill had made. "No, I'm afraid not, though it is nice to see you in good health." He turned his attention back to the woman and smiled, his snow white beard lifting a fraction. "I was informed by a very good friend of mine that this young woman was visiting here. I am rather glad to see that she had not yet left." He paused while he tilted his head and gazed at the woman over his spectacles. "Hello Lumina, it has been awhile."

The woman named Lumina paled even more and she hesitated a bit before she looked at Dumbledore with those peculiar green eyes. "Hello Albus…" She said rather carefully, her gaze guarded.

Bill noticed the tension that held Lumina's form and a frown twitched across his face. "Professor, I take it you know who this woman is?"

Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling as he gave a nod. "Indeed I do. This woman is Lumina Peacecraft, the daughter of a very dear friend of mine."

Bill's frowned deepened at the sound of that last name. Peacecraft? Why did that name ring a bell? Trying to recall from where he had heard that name before, he moved a little closer to Dumbledore. "You said she wasn't witch?"

"I'm sitting right here so please don't talk like I can't hear you." Lumina growled as she thrust a hand into her hair. Her hair was as dark as a raven's wing save for a single strip of white that started at her forehead and mixed in with the dark hair, looking like a skunk's stripe. She was beginning to look rather agitated; this unexpected visit was getting her on edge. This was not what she needed right now. "I'm a Squib, you won't find me registered any where as a witch." She huffed while a hint of red appeared on her cheeks.

Bill had the feeling it wasn't a blush. "Oh." He said and fell silent. That would explain why she didn't have a wand, he thought it was because she had lost it or something. Dumbledore, in the mean time, had popped a piece of candy into his mouth and was looking very relaxed, as if sitting in the middle of a cell were an everyday occurrence. Uncomfortable silence had fallen among them before Dumbledore clapped his hands and got to his feet, the sudden noise making the other two people jump.

"Well then, I do believe that we should take our leave. Unless of course there are any more questions that you need to ask of Ms. Peacecraft?" He turned his blue eyes to the other wizard. Bill looked at the scowling woman then to Dumbledore and shook his head. "No sir, there isn't anything else. She's free to go."

Dumbledore smiled and glanced at the woman. "Well, I suggest we gather your belongings Lumina. Don't want to forget anything."

Lumina eyed the older wizard with that scowl that seemed ever present on her face. She did not move to get up and her arms remained crossed beneath her breasts. "I need ALL of my belongings and I would like to see them here in front of me before I go anywhere with you."

"Fair enough." Dumbledore's smile did not waver from the woman's sudden aggressive tone and he glanced at Bill as if nothing were amiss. "Mr. Weasley, if you would be so kind?"

The red haired wizard gave a nod and waved his wand with a muttered word. The next moment Lumina's brown leather bag and holstered guns appeared at her feet. She reached down to grab the bag and looked inside to make sure everything was in order. She then grabbed the belt of her holsters and slipped the belt on, the guns resting on her hips where they belonged. She got to her feet and adjusted her trench coat, the dragon scales glinting in the light. Whatever was going through her mind she did not say and her face was set in that scowl as she gave a nod to Dumbledore. "All right."

"Wonderful." Dumbledore turned away from Lumina and faced Bill Weasley. "Bill, it was a pleasure to see you again. I hear that the Quidditch World Cup will be a big turn out this year. Will you be joining your family?"

Bill's eyes did not leave Lumina as he gave a nod. "Yes, I'll be heading back home this summer." He was a little confused as to who exactly this Lumina Peacecraft was and why her last name bothered him so much. And why was Dumbledore here to retrieve her? What business did he have with her? This entire situation was more than a little confusing and he couldn't help but wonder.

"Good, good. Well, we'd best be going. That Portkey has a time limit and it will do us no good to miss it. Bill, enjoy the visit with your family and send them my best." Dumbledore's gaze traveled back to Lumina, his blue eyes noting the peculiar green of hers. "Are you ready Lumina?"

The woman only grunted in response, her green gaze glaring at the red haired wizard as she went to follow behind Dumbledore. Bill Weasely could only stare in turn as he watched the strange woman leave the cell with the Headmaster of Hogwarts. There was something odd about her and it wasn't because she was a Squib. He sighed as he went to follow the professor and the woman out; it did no good to worry about it. Whatever it was, he was sure Dumbledore knew how to handle it and if anyone could be trusted in regards to the matters of strange things, it was Albus Dumbledore.