CPOV:
I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room when I saw him. His two friends were with him, and I had to figure out an excuse to be alone with Harry. Whatever. He'll probably tell them later anyway, so I'll just save him the trouble and tell them all.
"Excuse me," I said softly but confidently as I sauntered up to the trio, "my name is Chelsea, and I'm new here."
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter," he stuck out is hand, and I remembered just in time that I was supposed to take his hand and move it up and down .Such a strange custom.
"Ron Weasley," I shook his hand too. It was very sweaty. He was very intimidated by my beauty and charm. I fought back a smile; that would just make matters worse.
"I'm Hermione Granger," she was very confident, and I could tell that she took her friends and her studies seriously.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all." I purred sweetly. "I wonder, may I have a word?"
"Sure," Harry moved to sit on a couch with his friends, but I motioned away.
"In private, please." I whispered.
The three exchanged suspicious glances before Harry led us out into the halls and down some corridors until we stopped in a small corner.
"Here," I took a small package out of my pocket and handed it to Harry. He stared at me questioningly. "It belonged to your father. My uncle asked me to return it to you, as your inheritance."
"You knew my father?" Harry whispered.
"My uncle did. He knew them both. They were with my uncle just before they, um…"
"Just before they died," He offered. His friends sat in silent wonder as the conversation slowly became very important.
"You were about ten months old. I was only a little older. We used to play together while your parents and my uncle conversed." I remembered.
"Where were your parents?" Ron suddenly asked. Hermione nudged him and mumbled that that wasn't an appropriate question to ask an acquaintance.
"My mother was probably out with her friends at a party."
"What about your father?" Ron persisted.
"Why don't you open the package, Harry," I invited, purposely ignoring Ron's last question.
He hesitated, then slowly unraveled the black cloth to reveal a part of his inheritance. He held in his hands a thin gold ring with a small red ruby fitted in the center. He turned it in his hands as his friends gazed in awe.
"I have something to tell you, Harry Potter," I whispered.
He just looked at me.
"You are needed. I am to train you in the art of combat, both physical and magical, so that you are able to defend yourself and others against the Alliance. Have you heard anything about the Alliance?"
"No."
"The Alliance is your worst nightmare. Before I can explain it, I must tell you who I am and where I come from, but none of you are to tell anyone of this, or I may die. I am risking my life to be here and save you, Harry Potter, and I would appreciate it very much if you all kept your mouths shut."
Three heads nodded.
What do you know about the Varden?" I asked cautiously.
They all just stared blankly at me.
"What about Alegasia or Surda?"
Nothing.
I sighed, and prepared to explain my world, and turn theirs upside down.
