Harry Potter and all related subject manner does not belong to me - probably a good thing too... -.-
The Boy Who Lived Returns
After she patched me up I went back to my room to go through my things. It was harder due to the throbbing of my wound. I was half way through the sixth large box, mostly clothes and books, when I heard someone shouting from up the hall. It sounded like a boy but not one I recognized. After a few minutes the screaming subsided. I turned on my CD player and put Disturbed's 'Believe' in. The song 'Mistress' was on when someone knocked on my door.
"Hello?" I asked pausing my radio.
"Dear it's time for dinner. Come on down." Mrs. Weasley said then disappeared down the hall. I got off the floor, cleaned up a bit then headed downstairs. On my way down, I passed Ron, Hermione, Fred and George, and another boy with messy black hair. Fred looked at me wide-eyed and I winked at him as I passed. His entire face blushed bright red as I continued down the stairs. I heard Fred swear as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I nodded at Tonks and Lupin and continued in to the kitchen. Moments after I closed the door I heard something fall and a horrible screaming started. Sirius grimaced and headed out of the kitchen.
Bill and Mr. Weasley sat at the end of the table still discussing an earlier conversation when Sirius led the group from earlier into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat and Mr. Weasley jumped up.
"Harry!" Mr. Weasley greeted the boy with black hair, "Good to see you!"
"Journey all right, Harry?" Bill asked attempting to clean up the rolls of parchment. "Mad-Eye didn't make you come via Greenland, then?" He was failing miserably.
"He tried," Tonks went to help but caught a scroll on fire by knocking over a candle. "Oh, no-sorry-"
"Here, dear," Mrs. Weasley repaired the scroll, which Harry was looking at, "This sort of thing ought to be cleared away promptly at the end of meetings." she set about getting dinner dishes.
"Evanesco!" Bill muttered taking care of the scrolls.
"Sit down, Harry," the command came from Sirius, he glanced at me and I moved out of the dark corner I occupied and towards the table. "You've met Mundungus, haven't you?" Mundungus, who had been sleeping at the end of the table jerked awake and catch and raised his hand in the air. Ginny laughed.
"The meetings over, Dung, Harry's arrived." We all sat down. Mr. W., Mrs. W., George, Fred, myself, Hermione, Tonks and Ginny on one side. Lupin, bill, Ron, Dung, Sirius, and Harry on the other.
I blanked until I heard Mrs. Weasley scream, "Fred- George- NO JUST CARRY THEM!"
Apparently they had bewitched the stew, better beer and other such things to fly towards the table. I got up quickly and avoided getting splashed. After it got cleaned up we sat down to eat.
Dung was telling Fred, George and Ron about business. Tonks was switching noses, she was a metamorphmagus. Bill, Lupin, and Mr. Weasley were discussing goblins.
"Harry, incase you were wondering, this is Wilamina West. Mina, this is Harry Potter."
"It's Mina, please, and it's nice to meet you." I smiled and he returned the gesture.
"Pleasure's mine. You wouldn't be related to Mundungus, would you?" he squinted his eyes at me and I laughed.
"No, I'm not," I said between laughs.
"Oh, I didn't mean-"
"It's okay, really, actually quite funny." and it was. I was dressed in all black, had long dark hair, a few extra piercings and tattoos, and a large, bloody bandage covering my upper left arm. Anyone could have made the mistake.
"Your accent-, where are you from?" Harry asked.
"America."
"Really? Wow. What part?"
"All over, we moved a lot."
"Did you go to Salem Institute, then?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Are you living here now then?"
"Yep."
"Then you'll be going to Hogwarts with us, right?"
"That's right."
"Cool maybe we'll have some classes together."
"Maybe." I smiled slightly and started to eat again; Harry took the hint and did so also. After about half an hour Mrs. Weasley declared it was time for bed.
"Not just yet, Molly," Sirius said looking to Harry, "you know I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort." everyone at the table tensed, sitting up straighter.
"I did!" Harry said, "I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so-"
"And they're quite right. You're too young," came from Mrs. Weasley.
"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions? Harry's been trapped in that muggle house for a month. He's got a right to know what's been happen-" Fred and George immediately spoke up.
"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's been doing. That's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand-" Sirius began again.
"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry, you haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose."
"Which bit?" Sirius was seething.
"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know."
"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly, but as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back he has more right than most to-"
"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" this argument continued until Molly ordered the rest of us to bed. After a while Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione won the right to stay.
"I I mean no disrespect, Mrs. Weasley, but I'd like to stay."
"But dear, with all you've been-"
"What I have been through may be tied to my father's return." I looked calmly at Mrs. Weasley while Harry gawked at me.
"Fine!" shouted Mrs. Weasley, "Fine! Ginny- BED!"
"After she left Mrs. Black's portrait began shrieking. Lupin left to restore calm.
"You're Voldemort's daughter!" Harry accused, looking at me now as if I were a cockroach.
"Yes, I am Tom Riddle's daughter." I answered calmly.
"Who would- why would-?" Harry spouted, his face reddening.
"Harry, calm down! It's not like it's her choice who her parents were. Apologize." Sirius demanded. I smiled gratefully at him then turned back to Harry.
"His apology is not necessary." I gritted. Lupin walked in and shut the door and took his seat.
"Okay, Harry…What do you want to know?" Sirius asked, Harry took a calming breath.
"Where's Voldemort? What's he doing? I've been trying to watch muggle news and there hasn't been anything that looks like him yet, no funny deaths or anything-"
"That's because there haven't been any suspicious deaths yet, not as far as we know, anyway… And we know quite a lot," Sirius explained.
"More than he thinks we do anyway," said Lupin.
"How come he's stopped killing people?"
"Because he wouldn't want to draw attention to himself now." I explained and earned a glare from Harry.
Sirius sighed. "It would be dangerous for him. His comeback didn't come off quite the way he wanted it to, you see. He messed it up."
"Or rather, you messed it up for him." Lupin corrected.
"How?" Harry asked. The boy sure was thick.
"You weren't supposed to survive!" came from Sirius, "Nobody apart from his Death Eaters was supposed to know he'd come back. But you survived to bear witness."
The members continued on to explain my father's plans to build up his army again, how Cornelius Fudge, British Minister of Magic, was afraid of Dumbledore's popularity. About how the government was attempting to discredit Albus.
"It's no laughing matter. If he carries on defying the Ministry like this, he could end up in Azkaban and the last thing we want is Dumbledore locked up. While You-Know-Who knows Dumbledore's out there and wise to what he's up to, he's going to go cautiously for a while. If Dumbledore's out of the way- well, You-Know-Who would have a clear field."
"But they can't lock up Uncle Albus, can they? He hasn't done anything legally wrong."
"They would find something." Lupin said grimly.
"Who knew, Britain's got a corrupt government also. Hell, I would have been better off hiding out in America, death risk and all." I stood and pushed my chair in. "It was a real pleasure meeting you Harry," sarcasm oozed from each word, "Good night then." I stalked off and up to my room. Mrs. Weasley stopped me on the stairs.
"Heading to bed already are you?" she asked cynically.
"The conversation became a bit of a bore."
"Humph, well goodnight then." if I wasn't mistaken, her nose inched higher.
"You too." I gave her my best fuck-off smile and continued up to my room.
About fifteen minutes later I heard Mrs. Weasley march the others upstairs. After I got ready for bed I began reading an old spell book my mom had given me for my fifteenth birthday on mostly defensive and duel spells