Welcome to what is now chapter 3. Hope you enjoy your stay. I'm sorry there is no more George yet, but I need to establish the OC characters before I can bring him in. Don't worry, there will be all kinds of Georgie goodness in here. I'll also have all the rest of the gang here too. This wouldn't be much of a Harry Potter story if there wasn't at least a little Harry Potter in it. LOL

I don't own Harry Potter...


16 years later...

Dani POV

"Mother, why are you being so difficult about this?"

My mom crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me the way only a mother could. "Why are you being so persistent? It's my debt."

I huffed in frustration. "It's MY debt, mom. I'm the one he saved. It's only right that the debt be transferred to me."

My mother sighed, being just as frustrated as I was, as she paced around the kitchen. This wasn't a new topic. I had started bugging her about letting me meet the wizard who saved my life all those years ago when I turned 18. That was six months ago and she had yet to cave. I looked over at my father, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper and doing his best to ignore us.

"Can't you talk to her, Dad? You agree with me about this."

He made a sound somewhere between a grumble and a laugh, lowering his paper. His black eyes sympathetic. "I've told your mother my opinion on the matter. It's between the two of you now. I'm out." He raised the paper back up. I didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling. He found it amusing when mother and I fought.

"Come on, mother, what possible harm could it do just to go meet him? I'm almost an adult and should be responsible for my own debts."

My mother joined my father at the table, looking tired. "Daniella, there are some really bad things happening in the magical world right now. It's very possible he may ask you to get involved and I don't want you getting mixed up with it. Yes, he did save your life and yes, we are in his debt, but I will not risk your life to honor it. You're not 21 yet and you could get hurt or killed."

This was the one part of my mother's argument that made sense to me. It was true, I was only 18 and I wouldn't come into my full powers until I reached 21, so the chances I could get hurt increased if I tried to do something dangerous, but I was willing to take the risk. I was still mostly immune to magic and in Dracon form I was still almost entirely impervious. She was just being overly protective. Besides, the wizard might not ask me to do anything. I just wanted to formally introduce myself and inform him that the debt has been moved from my mother to me. I continued to look at my mother, pleading with my eyes. We sat like that for many minutes.

"Fine." My mother finally stated, almost angrily, getting up from her seat. She made her way into the living room, where we kept our family summoning stones in a small wooden box. She pulled one out, wrapping it in her left hand. She closed her eyes and was silent for a moment. Opening her hand, I saw that the stone was now glowing. She handed the gem to me and as soon as it hit my skin, I began to hear a faint hum. "The hum is a tracer. The closer you are to the gem the wizard possesses, the louder the hum will get." Mother grabbed my shoulder and looked me square in the eyes. "Please be careful."

I smiled at her, giving her a hug. "Thank you. I promise, I'll be careful. Beyond careful."

I rushed out of the house, eager to meet my very first wizard.

How was I supposed to know that this was the moment that would change my life forever.


Albus D. POV

I sat in my office, deep in thought. I found myself doing this often these days. Things were happening much too quickly and soon I would be gone and Harry would truly be on his own.

Harry had handled himself with intelligence and courage so far, but the worst has yet to come. The young man, however, was smart and brave and reasonably talented with magic. If he kept his two friends close by during his toils, the wizarding world might just survive.

I could hear a tapping on the window behind me, pulling me from my musing. I turned around, expecting to see an owl but instead finding a Dracon effortlessly hovering outside my window. Surprised, I got up and opened the window. The Dracon landed on the windowsill, folded her wings tight behind her and stepped inside. Once inside, she took a more human shape. She was young, probably still a teenager, with long blue hair and blue eyes to match. My memory kicked in and I knew at once knew who she was.

"You're Daniella, aren't you?" I asked.

She smiled at my recognition. "So you do remember me."

I began to usher her to the chair across from my desk. "Of course I do. It's not everyday that a wizard meets a Blue Dracon. Please, have a seat. Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, please. That would be nice." She took a seat, straightening her hair. "I'm sorry to literally drop in on you, but I finally convinced my mother to let me track you down."

I magically produced a pot of tea and two cups on my desk, poured one for each of us, and flooded one of the cups to Daniella. This made her smile again.

"It's amazing how wizards can do stuff like that." She took her cup, taking a sip "Thank you."

"You are most welcome." I took a seat behind my desk, taking a sip of my tea as well. "I have to say, getting a visit from you is quite a surprise. I was fairly confident I would never see you again."

"My mother would have liked that, but a debt is a debt and since it was my life you saved, and I'm old enough to make my own decisions, the debt is mine to repay. I tracked you down to let you know about the change. Also, my mother says there is something big happening in the wizarding world. She refuses to tell me much. Is there anything I can do to help, since I do owe you?"

I thought about it for a moment. It would be wrong to ask another young person to fight the war I would soon be removed from, but we could use all the help we could get. Not to mention that Dracons were known for their durability, fierceness and their almost total immunity to magic. She could be a valuable ally, but at what cost? I tossed my options around in my head for a moment, but decided that the truth was the best way to go.

"There is something you can do, but I don't want you to do it because of some debt. I consider the debt paid. If you decide to help, I want it to be because you choose to, not because honor forces you to."

Daniella leaned back into her chair, seemingly interested. "And what, exactly, can I do to help?"

We spend the next 2 hours talking about the wizarding world. I started at the beginning with Lily and James Potter and how Harry defeated Voldemort the first time and continued on to the present. I included the condition with my hand and my arrangement with Snape for my death. It surprised me that the news of our plan didn't seem to shock her at all.

"So, let me see if I got this straight. You're counting on a 16-year-old child to defeat the most powerful dark wizard out there, by himself, and you won't even be there to see it, since you'll be dead in a few weeks at the hand of your agent, so his place with this dark lord can be solidified. Interesting. I'm sorry to say it, but I really don't think the odds are on your side."

"True, but stranger things have happened."

"And how exactly do you wish me to help?"

"Things are gonna get worse before they can get better. If you wish to help, you should do it in your own way. A way you're comfortable with. This is the reason I ask for your help, not demand it as part of the debt. Things are going to get more violent soon. I just ask that you help protect the innocent. Wizard or Muggle. You don't have to answer me. You know what's happening now, what's at stake. If you choose to fight with us, your help would be greatly appreciated by the Order and by all those whose lives you would save."

Dani sat quietly, contemplating my words. "You've given me much to consider, Albus. I may just help out your people, maybe." She stood, stretching slightly. "I must be going. It's getting late and I have some thinking to do." She took my good hand in hers. "It feels strange, having just met you, that this will probably be the last time I see you alive."

"Indeed. I must say, it is both terrifying and calming to know when death will come to me. I'm pleased I got a chance to meet you. You seem to have become an amazing young woman."

She smiled at me sweetly, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "May peace find you in your final moments." She then jumped out the window, shifting forms in midair and was gone.


To Be Continued...

Sorry for any errors in the writing. I'm pretty much relying on spell check and my own proofreading on my stories. Let me know what you think so far.