A/N: Ok, so it's time for the OC. I'm excited too. I don't like made up spells, but I didn't just want to say "and man did spell blah blah blah" So I invented two, not the most original, but there you have it. I italicized them so you'll know when you see it. What else??? I'll ask the rest later, I want you to get to reading, go on.

Disclaimer: Does anybody else get depressed putting this in all the time, or is it just me? Oh well, not mine.

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Back to Harry's POV

The next morning at 7:30 there we stood in Kingsley's office. Some of us a bit more tired than others.

Yawn

"Weasley" Kingsley barked.

Yawn again "Sorry sir, not used to being up so early" Ron yawned out.

"What time do you have to be here usually, during the week?" Kingsley asked.

"6 sir" Ron said sleepily.

"Then what's the problem?" Kingsley quizzed.

"That's weekdays, on the weekend I like to sleep in late." Ron said.

"That's an understatement" Hermione muttered.

Seamus and I laughed.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm disturbing your sleep Weasley-"

"Its ok sir, I'm sure I'll be able to handle it when I'm awake" Ron retorted, before yawning again.

Me and Seamus laughed again, but quickly killed it when Kingsley gave us a look.

"Well, I didn't know you were such a joker in the morning Weasley, you should find a way to be this funny all the time" Kingsley said sarcastically. "Anyways, I just wanted to brief you, before you leave."

"Brief us on what sir? We already know everything we could?" Hermione asked.

"True, but you three have someone else with you. Sure there have been moments when others have tagged along, but never for long. And even though Finnigan has proved himself to be capable with a wand, he's still a rookie in Auror terms, so don't forget about that, if you guys are forced to actually have to battle. Do I make myself clear?" Kingsley asked.

"Yes, sir" The three of us replied.

I knew why he was reminding us, and I'm sure Ron and Hermione remembered to. Once when we were doing out door training, Kingsley thought it would be a good idea if rookies got to come along with "The Trio". So our first time with a rookie, we were doing our mission, but we sort of… forgot about him. Not really forgot about him so much what he 'could and couldn't' do yet. So while we were blasting through walls, and body binding wordlessly, he was just trying to keep from falling and well… he fell anyways. Not a good look, needless to say. It happened a couple more times after that, and Kingsley just gave up.

"Well, good luck, and if you get back and I'm not here, owl me, I want to hear about this ASAP." Kingsley said as he stood up to shake our hands.

We shook his hands and were on our way. I noticed Seamus was rather quiet on the lift.

"You ok?" I asked.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine, it's just after today I'll be one step closer than I have been in a long time to finding Dean, it's just sort of… real, or something, ya know?" Seamus answered.

"Well, I'm glad we could help" I replied.

We got out of the lift, and headed to the Portkey points. Kingsley had set it up for us, we had to Portkey since Seamus was the only one who had been there previously. We all grabbed hold of the Portkey (an empty soup can) and were off.

After our easy landing (we finally learned to land on our feet, instead of our faces) I looked around at the Bloke's supposed hide out. Seamus wasn't lying before; in fact, he didn't do it enough justice. There was enough trash to make this a mini city dump.

"Gross! And you found a girl here?" Ron groaned.

"More like she found me here" Seamus replied.

"Well let's look around" Ron replied reluctantly.

"Wait. 'APPARATIO'" Seamus cast while pointing his wand at the ground.

"Anti-Apparation field right? You know, we should do that too, it would probably save a lot of trouble." Ron reasoned.

"Maybe, but then we wouldn't be able too either" Hermione reminded him.

"Who cares? It's not like we ever run from a battle anyways" Ron responded.

We started to look around, I'm not sure how far deep it was to the brick wall, but it was only about 10 feet across or so, probably less, and it was situated between two buildings. One a diner, and the other music store, I thought this was a pretty odd place for such a big gap.

"This is an odd place for a Dumpster" I said announcing my thoughts.

"I was thinking the same thing, and something else is wrong too." Hermione added.

"What, did you mathematically calculate that there's not enough garbage per square feet or something?" Ron said as he kicked some trash out of the way.

"No. For so much garbage does anyone else notice the lack of smell filling your nostrils?" Hermione pointed out.

"And you're complaining about this why?" Ron quizzed.

"She's right though, especially since there's a diner next door, it should smell like something" I admitted.

I noticed Seamus had stopped looking around by the dumpster and was staring at something. Ron and Hermione saw too and we all turned around to see what had caught his eye. It was a girl. Probably the girl from before by the look on Seamus's face.

"It doesn't smell because I want it that way" she said.

"You." Seamus spat. "That's her" He added.

She was tall, not as tall as Ron or Dean, and from my position about eight feet in, she looked closer to my height. Brown skinned, with the same color hair as Hermione's but hers had shades of red in it, and pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing some sweats and a t-shirt.

"Well, before you try any funny business, and get yourself hurt, why don't you just come along quietly, and save us the waist of energy?" Ron stated cockily as he walked towards her.

"Aren't you Mister Modesty?" She replied sarcastically.

"Hey! I'm just saying-" Ron blurted stopping on the spot.

"Well now that you've talked, and I can tell that's probably what you do best, you can go and clear out of here, before I do what I did to your friend over there" She advised.

"Listen" Hermione said before Ron could talk. "We don't want any trouble, we just came to find out some things, and you're the only person who can answer the questions." Hermione stated.

"Me? How can I be the only one who can answer your questions? You don't even know me, and I don't want to know you, so that should cover it, get out" She replied, emphasizing the last part.

"We think you might be able to help us with a mystery, you see we-" Hermione stated.

"I don't care!" She yelled. "Look I'm tired, I hate being up this early-" She started.

"Me either, but I have to stand out here trying to talk to you." Ron interrupted her.

"Well, you tried, now we can both go back to sleep." She replied.

Then she closed her eyes, and started to screw up her face in concentration. We all looked at each other confused. Hermione seemed to be taking in the situation in ways only Hermione could.

"Why am I not surprised, can't disappear, every time you people show up I can't disappear." She complained.

"Disappear? What, you mean apparate?" Ron asked her.

"Appa-what?" She replied.

"Apparate? Or disapparate, when you're trying to leave, apparating is when you appear." Ron replied with an annoying heir of knowing something someone else doesn't. "Don't you know that?"

"The only thing I know, is that I can't disappear… at least one way, so I'll do it another way." She said smiling.

"Wait" I yelled.

"What?" She looked startled by my sudden outburst. "Why?" She asked.

"Because… er… we really need to talk to you" I said in a pleading sort of way.

"Yeah, I know, but that doesn't usually turn out good for me, so… not wanting to be as rude as your friend over there (pointing to Ron), but I can't" She said with a hint of genuine remorse in her voice.

She closed her eyes again. But nothing happened.

"Is she ok?" Ron said.

"I don't know, maybe she's thinking about it?" I replied.

"Don't trust her, she disappeared on me too" Seamus barked.

"Sshhh" Hermione interrupted.

"Why-" Ron started.

"Look" She said as she pointed towards the girl.

We turned to look at the girl, she was… changing. That's the best I could describe it, she seemed to be shrinking quickly, but on all her sides. You know arm, leg, head, other leg, and torso; until she was gone, it happened in the span of about two seconds.

"Where did she go?" Ron asked looking around in amazement.

"You see, I told ya" Seamus bellowed.

"DOMINCUS" Hermione yelled while waving her wand above us in an arc motion, ending somewhere just beyond the spot the girl had just been standing.

A light lit the sky and ring sort of appeared over us from the sky, sinking to the ground, surrounding us. She had cast the dome spell.

"Dome spell? What good is that?" Ron asked.

"She's an animagus obviously. And her animal must be a bug, like Rita Skeeter's. This way," Hermione said with a yell, and then added still yelling. "She can't get out"

"An animagus? That explains what happened before, she transformed and snuck up on me and retransformed behind me. But we got her now" Seamus replied happily.

"True, but are we just gonna wait around all day?" I asked.

"Well, if we can find her, I know the spell to use to un-transform her, other wise yes; we would have to wait her out" Hermione admitted.

"Hey girl, can't you just save us the trouble, we don't want to hurt you, and we just need your help finding one of our mates" Ron looked up and yelled.

"Honestly Ron, you don't have to scream." Hermione said sighing.

"But we can't stay here all day, what if Muggles start walking by?" Ron asked.

"I charmed the dome of course, they won't be able to see us; I Muggle repelled it. If they come with in twenty feet, they'll instantly need to rush to the nearest bathroom." Hermione replied easily.

"Hermione, you're amazing" Seamus announced.

"Thanks Seamus." Hermione said with a smile.

Then suddenly, she appeared right back in her original spot. She looked a little disoriented, but still had an annoyed expression on her face.

"Yes, you are amazing, and what the bloody hell is a Muggle?" She asked while rubbing her head.

"A Muggle is a non magical person, and thank you for the compliment" Hermione replied earnestly.

"No problem, and what's an… ani-something?" She asked again, while wiping off her arms and legs.

"I got this one, an animagus is a person who can turn into an animal, and what bug did you turn into?" Ron asked.

"An ant. They can lift fifty times there weight, and are hard to get stepped on, that's what I usually go for in these situations." She replied walking towards us.

"Did you mean, when you said 'go for', that you can turn into more than one animal?" Hermione asked un-believingly.

"Yeah, I can do an ant, a dog, a cat, a pigeon; you know things you see around commonly." She said as she joined the little circle we had made.

"Whoa, you just named four creatures that has to be some sort of record" Seamus said in awe.

"Yeah, one is hard enough, but four, I'd be shocked if even McGonagall could pull that off." Ron remarked.

"How old are you? That's a lot of magic for some one who looks so young." Hermione quizzed.

"Look, it's really nice to know that I'm impressing you, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea" She stated.

"About what, we really just want to talk, we won't hurt you, if you don't try and hurt us. Deal?" Ron asked.

I had to give Ron credit; his laziness had always made sure we allowed whoever we were facing to do things easy. It never worked, but we always got credit for trying.

"You're not the first people of your kind to say that, and end up doing otherwise." She replied while looking at us; probably for signs of sincerity.

"The only thing I can give you is our word, and if that's not good enough then you're in for a fight anyways" I told her.

She continued to look at us. When her eyes fell on mine, and we were locked in eye contact, I was startled by her hazel eyes, they had specks of green… the same color green as mine, it made me shiver, and not the bad shiver either. She turned her face.

"Ok, Mr. Green Eyes, who gives me his word and the words of Mr. Blue Eyes, Ms. Brown Eyes, and Mr. Brown Eyes (Seamus??), if anything goes wrong I'm blaming you. We can talk inside." She said as she parted between us.

"Inside where? One of these Muggle places?" Ron asked aghast, at such a notion.

"No. I eat there. I can't bring you lot in there, you might blow it up, then what would I do for food? Nah, you can come inside my home, just excuse the mess, I haven't had company in quite a bit" She said as she walked towards the dumpster.

"Well, where are you going then?" Ron asked.

"Just give me a second, will ya, I can see you're Mr. Impatient too." She said as she pushed the dumpster to the side.

We all looked at each other, wondering if she wasn't setting us up. But as soon as the dumpster was pushed aside enough she did the un-expected. She pushed six bricks in the wall, and the wall opened as if this was Diagon alley. And what appeared behind it was a door.

"Blimey" Seamus and Ron both said shocked as they walked forward.

"Well, that was un-expected" Hermione said walking forward.

"Tell me about it" I said as I followed.

We walked in the door, and were in the middle of a…

"What is this place?" Ron asked, rudely.

"It's just my 'clear my head' space, because you know my mansion is being fumigated" She said sarcastically.

"Sorry" Ron replied

"Yeah, the market in homes for people trying to keep a low profile isn't exactly loaded with options. There are two rooms, this one and the bedroom, and this is as far as you guys get. I apologize again for the mess, but I can't waist the energy trying to clean it up" She replied sitting on a chair.

We all took our cues as an invite to sit down, there was a couch that could hold three, and Ron, Hermione and Seamus sat there. I sat in the last remaining chair, next to hers.

"Comfy? Good!" she said before any of us could answer. "Want something to drink?" She asked.

"What've you got?' Ron asked.

"Water and Kool-Aid." She said simply.

"What's Kool-Aid?" Ron asked.

"It's a Muggle drink, it's pretty good actually" Hermione stated.

"Yeah, it is" I added. "I'll take some"

"It's the juice pack kind; I don't have any of the mix made at the moment, but it's still good." She admitted.

Everyone else said ok, including Ron and something I hadn't seen in a while happened.

"Ok, five packs." She said as she lifted her hand out, and pointed to the mini-fridge on the left of Ron's seat on the sofa.

"Come here" She stated firmly.

We all looked at her oddly. Hermione had a look of comprehension on her face. The rest of us were enlightened a second later as the fridge door opened and two drinks flew in her direction. She tossed one to me.

"Go there" she stated firmly again, while moving her hand towards the couch.

Four more drinks flew out and landed on there laps. Two on Ron's.

"Sorry, you can just leave it or you can drink it, doesn't matter really" She said as she made a downward motion with her hand (like the motion of pushing a button) and the fridge door closed.

"How did you do that without a wand?" Ron asked mouth agape.

I have to admit, I could've caught a few flies too with my open mouth.

"Isn't obvious, she can do wandless magic" Hermione said as if it were as simple as 2+2.

"Let's get one thing straight right now, I don't call it magic, magic makes it seem like I could do anything, but I can't, so it's not." She stated.

"But it is, and you can" Seamus said breathlessly.

"No I can't maybe I could, but it would probably take too much out of me. I don't just go around doing things like making Domes that can stop people from leaving them, or turning into creatures at random, it takes lots of focus and energy, and it usually leaves me tired. But I rather be tired and safe, than un-tired and hurt, or worse." She reasoned.

"Sorry, it's just you have to understand, most people need wands to do magic, and your doing it without it is remarkable." Hermione explained.

"And it explains the Bloke, everyone said they didn't see a wand, and they didn't." Seamus added.

"The Bloke? Who's that?" She asked.

"You" Ron said.

"Me, I don't know if you noticed Mr. Rudeness, I'm not a bloke." She said assuring.

"Of course you're not, can I ask you a question though?' Hermione cut in and asked.

"I guess" she replied reluctantly.

"Did you used to have shorter hair?' Hermione asked.

We guys gave each other looks of wonderment, Hermione had obviously figured some things out.

"Yeah, sure, I change it all the time. Short hair is easier to maintain, and it's more wind resistant when running from people, and I do a lot of running." She answered with a smirk towards Seamus.

"I thought so, in fact, judging by what you just said, I'd bet 10 Galleons you're a Metamorphmagus" Hermione guessed.

"No way, like Tonks?" Ron replied.

"Excuse me, what's a Meta- whatsit, who's Tonks, and 10 Gallons of what?" She asked confused.

"Sorry, Metamorphmagus means you can change your appearance at will. I know the feeling of not knowing what wizards are talking about. And Tonks is someone we know who's a Metamorphmagus, and she said Galleon, not Gallon, its wizard money." I replied.

"Oh, yeah sure, I can change my hair, my nose, my ears, I shrank myself once, but I don't know how I did it. That's easy stuff, I just point my finger at myself and it happens. Why?" She asked.

"That's not a common gift either" Hermione told her.

"I realized by your excitement at the matter. But I mean why does it matter?" She questioned.

"Well, it's a long story" Hermione started.

"Well, if you got the time, tell it, because I don't want this to be a recurring thing where you decide to just drop in anytime you want. Spill it." She requested.

And so, we started the story.

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Yes, what will she say when she hears this? I hope she's not a "Mary Sue" as I've heard it called. She has a sense of humor, a sharp mind (at least I hope she's coming off that way) and she's not weak, or too strong… well at least not yet… maybe, who knows.

And, I don't know if those animals I named are common strays in Muggle London, but they are in New York City, and that's the best I could come up with, don't hate me. And Mr. Brown eyes?? I have no idea what color Seamus's eye's are, I took a guess, I was going to say Grey, just so it was a different color, but Draco's eyes are the only grey one's I want to be associated with the color.

So, next chapter, will she believe them? How many names will Ron get? Who else likes Kool-Aid? And what is this feeling she caused Harry, all this and more… maybe, next time.