AN: So this is the next chapter, and as promised, there will be other people introduced. Oh, just so you know, this faery muse of mine decided to take it a little farther AU then I had once anticipated, but oh well...hope you enjoy!

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Hermione's POV:

Saturday night, I sit in my father's recliner, trying to relax. I had Hogwarts, A History on the side table next to me, but gave that up as a distraction long ago, after I sat staring at the same paragraph for twenty minutes without knowing what I read. I look to the clock 9:47 pm. I sigh with impatience and stare at the fire in front of me. I chose my spot carefully as to not look ignorant and taken by suprise when Professor Dumbledore showed up. He hadn't specified how he would be arriving, so I didn't know to expect him at my front door or by floo powder. Though this irritated me greatly, I decided whatever Dumbledore had to say to me was important enough to call me out over the summer so it was important for me to keep all complaints to myself and listen.

Letting my eyes wander, I finally focus on the rain-splattered window on the far left side of the livingroom and allowed myself to once again, think on what has happened in the past school year. Harry was thrown into a horrible trap that would have ultimately led him to his doom, once again. Ron and Harry had gotten into a major fight that lasted for months, finally resulting in a brotherly hug and leaving me thoroughly confused in the ways of boys, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back and at large, but keeping a low profile. The entire Wizarding World is divided as half of the wizarding population believes in Harry and the other half decided they would rather believe the dangerous lies in the Daily Prophet (of which I had nearly cancelled my subscriptioin because of the lies, but decided it would be more useful knowing exactly what was being said), and those were just the obvious things. The personal battle was a secret known only to me. Do I tell Harry what I had been dying to tell him since year one when he saved me from the troll with Ron or would he just be put off by that admission and I would lose my best friend? Admit to love and possibly lose the object of that love or keep it silent and keep an amazing friend while never moving foward and risk him falling in love with another girl?

My thoughts were interrupted however by a knock at the door. I stand up and answer the door, expecting Professor Dumbledore, only to reveal our neighbor wanting to complain about Crookshanks making a mess of her trashcans by the curb. I tell her that it was the racoons, but I promised I'd keep him indoors from now on and with a huff, she walked off. I turned around to go sit back in my father's recliner, only to be shocked to see an elderly wizard in midnight blue robes, a long white beard with matching white hair and half-moon specticals upon a crooked nose sitting there already. However, the sparkle that was usually in his eyes, was absent, a look of a tired old man filling the void.

"Hello, Miss Granger. I'd have made my presence known, but you were otherwise preoccupied by your visiter," The old wizard said with a half smile.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore. Sorry about our neighbor. I wasn't expecting her, I swear," I explain.

"No need, no need, dear child. But we have much to discuss, I'm afraid," Dumbledore said, his half smile falling just a bit. I sit on the couch opposite him and wait for him to begin.

"Miss Granger, as you are aware, Lord Voldemort has, indeed, returned, and unfortunately the Daily Prophet," he holds up my copy I had gotten this morning, "has not, of yet, acknowledged it. I suspect the Minister has been prohibiting it, of no fault of his own except fear," he shakes his head sadly, "However, I hope that we can still get the warning out despite this setback. You well know that knowledge is the most powerful weapon, do you not?"

"Of course, sir. I just hope that most people do not believe the rubbish the Prophet is saying about you and Harry-"

"Ah, yes, Harry. Miss Granger, I'm afraid that this year I may have to distance myself from him, for reasons that shall only be known to me. I also must ask you, do not tell Harry anything in a letter. You may very well see him before school, and I know that even though he must be desperate for news, we must be very careful that we do not let anything slipped. Owls are being intercepted, Miss Granger. Seeing as Harry's letters are most likely to be intercepted, as well as mine, we must be careful not to give any information to unwanted hands. Ministry interceptions are not horrible, but should information be given to dangerous hands...well I believe you understand where I am going with this. Harry and I are the faces of this so-called," he picks up the paper and begins to read aloud, "conspiracy of a washed-up fool and a boy-who-lies to over-throw the Ministry of Magic.' and even though we know that's not true, it does not mean Voldemort will neglect to use this to his advantage. But, now, we have another topic of matter to discuss...I need your help with something, Miss Granger, and I trust no one but you with this task."

"What is it, Sir? And why am I the only one that can be trusted with it?" I'm curious and I lean foward in anticipation. He chuckles at my impatience and intrigue.

"Harry met someone in that graveyard that night, Miss Granger. Someone other than Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Someone that is just as much a victim in this as he is. She has been held captive by the Malfoy's and has been raised by Voldemort's own law, by way of the diary that was re-discovered in your second year, do you remember? Ah yes, well I have sent a young graduate, Mr. Wood, to liberate her from her prison. I do not know how much she knows of the wizarding world outside of her prison, if she knows any magic, manners, or morals at all. She has been captive for nearly fifteen years, Miss Granger. You can read about her," he pulls out a book from inside his robes, "in here. Of course this is only her legend and I have never met the poor child. I have bookmarked the beginning of her tale for your convinience. I leave you the task, should you choose to accept it, of finding out what her levels are and who she is as a person. Be wary, of course. You are the brightest witch of your age, Miss Granger. I kow you can succeed in this task when no one else can."

"What is her name. What is the name of the girl I will be tutoring?" I ask quietly, just barely above a whisper.

"Mahalia. Mahalia Potter, but I hear she likes to go by Mia. Yes, Miss Granger. She is Harry's twin, and no, Harry has no idea about her at all. Can I also leave that task up to you?" my jaw is still dropped, but I dumbly nod, "good. I have to leave now, Miss Granger, but I encourage you to read up on her in this book, but please try to be open and non-judmental to her. This is a very delicate situation. The book is also a port-key. It shall transport you to where the Weasley's are staying and where answers to most of your many questions are held. Please, once again I implore you to be careful of what you say in your letters to Harry. Remember, he is in a delicate situation as well. The port-key is set for Monday at exactly 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Please do not miss it," and with that, he pulled out his wand, and he was gone with a "POP!"

Mrs. Weasley's POV:

Knitting in my favorite rocking chair, I think about the time that is before us, and shudder to think of the consequences ahead. It's not as if the old Order of the Pheonix didn't already guess, even though we all hoped that it wouldn't be true. Back then, we were the young ones, ready to fight. Now we are the older ones, wary, wise, and cautious. And poor Harry! Look at what he's been through, and not quite 15 years old! My Ronald was good to choose to be friends with Harry, and I do not regret it one bit, even though I know it means my youngest son will be in danger more so than the rest. And Ginny! The poor girl was ditsy enough to fall head over heals over him! She admitted to me just last summer that it was a simple infatuation and she was over it, but in doing so, she'd become close friends with the young Golden Trio made up of Ronald, Harry, and Hermione.

I glance down at the letter I'd recieved that morning from Dumbledore. He'd be here very soon, apparently but would not get to stay long. I'd already packed him a goody-bag for if he could only stay a minute. I re-read it again to myself:

Molly Weasley,

Please do me the great favor in allowing me to stop by after ten o'thirty tonight. It is of great importance and I must speak to you directly. I shall not take much of your time, I promise you. I cannot say more in this letter, so I shall explain everything to you when I stop by tonight. If it is impossible to meet you at your home, then please send a note explaining where I may reach you, as it really cannot wait. Thank you so much.

Professor Dumbledore

I glance at the clock, once again forgetting it tells not of the time, but the locations of my beloved family, and I shake my head and chuckle to myself at my own foolishness. Glancing at the clock that does tell time, I see Dumbledore is to arrive any minute. Just as I lay down my knitting, a familiar "Pop" alerts me of his presence at the door, followed by a quiet knocking. As I answer the door, I smile an apologetic smile. He answers with one of his own and his reply.

"I found you and Arther trying to hide from me in the bathroom where a ghost by the name of 'Moaning Myrtle' ratted you out because you and Arthur decided to hide in her exact cubicle," yes, definitely Dumbledore.

"And the first thing Arthur replied with was 'So, you have found us, once again!'" I giggle at the memory. Because Arthur had made him laugh, we had gotten off detention free that night, with promises that we would never do it again, even though he caught us the following week hiding behind a Suit of Armour.

"Ahh, Molly, the times you and Arthur got caught, it's no wonder why your twins have become such trouble-makers," he chuckled.

"Well, yes, I suppose so," I laugh, but remembering the reason he was here was urgent and obviously not to remember shared memories, "so what was so important? You know you are always welcome here, but your note sounded urgent."

"Ahh, well yes it is. It has happened. Fifteen years ago, Molly, a midwife was placed under the Imperius Curse for a specific reason. Do you remember, Molly? Your sister's midwife, to be exact."

"You don't mean to say...they've found her? No, that cannot be! That little girl that Lilly gave birth to went to You-Know-Who himself! There is no way that child survived!"

"Ah, but she did, Molly, and she was being held captives by the Malfoys. I've sent Mr. Oliver Wood to retrieve her with a plan to do it, and they return tonight. I have set Miss Granger with the task of trying to help ease the young girl into a regular life."

"But Dumbledore! You know what they said! Is she fit to ease into society? Did he succeed in turning her evil, do you suppose?" my head is full of questions, all spinning and I must sit down or pass out from the shock. Lilly was my step-sister and not many people knew of it, and when she wrote to me that she was pregnant with twins, everyone was filled with joy. Then the prophecy came and Lilly knew she had to go into hiding. The prophecy was unclear about Harry's involvment because it could also have fit the young Longbottom's son as well, but Mahalia's was crystal clear.

"Ah, I'm afraid there is no way of knowing until we meet her. I shall leave it up to you whether you introduce yourself as her aunt or her twin brother's best friends' mom. All I hope is that you do not prejudge this child. We do not know if Voldemort had succeeded with her or how much damage has been done. We can only hope for the best."

"I cannot possibly claim to be their aunt when Harry doesn't even know of it, but I will surely not prejudge the girl. You were right, that was news that could not have been written in a letter!" I try to make light of the grave forboding mood.

"Well, I have another question. I have given Miss Granger a port key that will bring her here in two days time. I am hoping that you will allow her in and take her to Headquarters. I'm sure she can be of use there, making the place more presentable, and filling the house so that Dear Sirius does not lose his head with bordom. Not to mention it would be exponentially safer for her, especially since she and Mr. Potter are so close. If this inconvieniences you, however, I can make other-"

"No sir. I wouldn't want it any other way. Of course she can come here and we will be sure to take her safely to Headquaters," I say quickly. I realize I had cut him off and I blush, embarrassed by my rude behavior, but he smiles at me, letting me know that he took no offense in it.

"Good. I know I can always count on you and your family. You are good people, Molly. We will try to keep little Mia's return quietly for now. The Prophet would keep her quiet, which is a good and bad thing. It would help prove of Voldemort's return to power, yes, but it would also alert to her where abouts before the school year begins, unfortunately. Hopefully by then, we will know enough about this young girl to decide how next to proceed. Now, I must go, I have a few more stops to make before I am finished with my rounds tonight. Goodnight, Molly," he says to me, and steps to the door. I stop him to hand him his goody-bag, which he takes good-naturedly, bowed his head farewell, and disappeared into the night. I hear a "pop" and I know he is gone, leaving me to my thoughts. There was only one thing I was positive of at the moment; I was not going to get much sleep tonight, if any at all.

AN: Alright, there you have it, the second chapter =) I hope you enjoyed it. I figured everyone uses Harry's POV and others like that, but I felt I should mention the others in Professor Dumbledore's conversation with Mrs. Weasley =) updates will go up as quickly as the fairy on my shoulder can "muse it up!" but I must listen to the little Goblin on my other shoulder who controls the uploading process, and they both feed on reviews =D so if you want more chapters, review with your ideas...and please, if you're going to critisize, make it costructive please!

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