Erin sat in the newly cleaned little house. Viktor had taken up residence across the hall and they set up protection charms all around the area, they doubted anyone would come here though. Erin thought it was sad that it hadn't been taken over again after Voldemort's downfall. The moment she saw this house she ached. She had tried to buy it once, but was told that the area was a dead zone to the Ministry, no one came here. This was the house she was born in though, the home she lived with her parents until Xenia had given her to Lily to keep safe.

She had Dumbledore's diary open. She had found out many things about him that she never knew. Mostly the truth, since she had known rumors and hearsay before this and from her research. It was nice knowing the truth though. He had just been a kid though when he made most of the mistakes he had made. She sighed. "Move ahead to July 1980." She told the book and immediately the pages fanned and fell open to the dates. It was such a small book and she loved that he could fit his entire life into it because of magical enhancing spells. She looked through the entries and then found.

"July 28, 1980-And so it begins. I have felt the stirrings since Lily and Xenia announced they were pregnant. She comes, the Woman Child is about to be born. I have tried to deny it, and may yet try to convince myself that this little girl that Xenia bears will not be that prophesied child. The time is soon though when both girls have their children. I have even tried to convince myself that their visit years ago was just a dream. That Tom Riddle may yet come to his senses and stop this mindless killing and that what I gleaned from their minds was wrong, it could still be stopped. That Lily and James will not be lost to us, that Harry and Erin won't know a world without their parents. Even with the prophecy that Sibyll had while I interviewed her, it all points to that future coming to pass. Then I must make the decisions I don't want to make. That even when he is defeated he will return. And when that happens I will need to make sure she is prepared…"

"Wait a minute," Erin said surprised. "She? She is prepared? What are you talking about?" She asked the diary, not that it would answer her…and then the diary ruffled its pages again opening to one of the last entries.

"June 3, 1997-I hope she can forgive me for what I have done. Grooming her to take over for me when I die. It won't be long now, I feel the curse spreading from my hand. There is no hope for me and I only hope Severus will be able to complete this task and that the Malfoy boy or the Zabini boy won't have to do this terrible thing that Tom has set them to. I knew from the moment she entered Hogwarts that I had to mold her and guide her in her journey to take over where I left off. Erin is Harry's only hope to defeat Tom once and for all. They both have their parts to play. Harry must be the one to go after the Horcruxes and destroy them. Erin must take over for me. She must be ready."

Erin let out a strangled, angry yell. A moment later Sirius was in the kitchen. "Erin, love, what's wrong?" He asked wide-eyed.

"Did you know about this?" She demanded showing him the entry. "Did you know Dumbledore was grooming me, without my knowledge, to take over for him?"

Sirius was quiet for a moment choosing his words wisely lest she lash out at him. "No, I knew he had taken a great interest in your life and he talked about you quite a bit, but I did not know he was grooming you for anything."

"We're going to see him, right now." She said.

"Going where?"

"To his cottage outside Hogsmeade, he has a portrait there and he'd better be there when we get there. Get Viktor."


Erin opened the door to the cabin incensed and saw Dumbledore's portrait over the fireplace in there. "You son of a bitch!" she spat out.

"Good evening, Erin," Dumbledore said from his portrait smiling. "Are you doing well?"

"You know very well, I'm not doing well. I'm your heir? And you've been grooming me to take over for you? Take over for what?"

"As the Head of the Order of the Phoenix," he told her as her face went white. "I'm sorry I did not tell you of my plans. You were the one that I chose, Alastor knew this. He was planning on making you the leader on your 17th birthday."

"But why? I'm not anything! There are so many others that are more qualified—"

"You've faced and survived Voldemort more times than any other member, with the exception of Harry. You've fought beside him all these years. You were never meant to go with him on this journey for the Horcruxes. You were meant to lead what's left, not of the Order, but of the Resistance. You can draw them to you. They will fight for you when they never would have fought for me. I've done all I can in uniting your army. Now, it's up to you, Erin. Harry has his work and you have yours. Two sides of the same coin. Use what you've been given."

"I-I…"

"Erin," he said softly. "If you can do this, you can do anything."

She started looking around her surprised. The place was filled with magical equipment to keep in touch with others, to keep track of your enemies, anything and everything she would need to lead the resistance. "I can't, I-I-I…"

"You can," he told her sternly. "You've been able to do anything you've put your mind to."

"That was school and following Harry, that's easy, this is…"

"Real life?" he asked smiling a little. "Erin, it's all real life…all of it was. Take your place as the Leader of the Resistance, gather your army for when Harry needs you the most. He will stand against Voldemort and then…"

"And then I might have to face him alone…" she whispered.

"No, never alone," he told her. "You are the Woman Child and only you can bring them all together as your ancestor once did."

She just looked up at him. "I'm not Merlin and I'm not Lyana."

"No, but you are descended from long, long lines of powerful witches and wizards, that blood runs through your veins."

"You know as well as I do it doesn't matter who your family is when it comes to power." She told him.

"I know that," he said smiling and chuckling. "But it matters when we're talking about who will take their places. Only when the descendants of the Four take their true names can Voldemort be defeated. You know who they are, Erin. You know that only when they take their places will our world be safe again."

She nodded.