I do not own Harry Potter, only Anastasia. This is a longer chapter then the first, and I like it much better. Its not so rushed and it introduces the characters we all know and love. I hope you all enjoy! Slight changes have been made in Chapter 1 and this chapter.

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Anya stepped out of the fireplace and into a cramped room. It was dark, dingy, and the smell of mildew and dust wafted into her nose and made her want to leave immediately. She scrunched up her small nose as she examined the people filling space. Dumbledore was standing in the center of the room, surrounded by a few dozen people. Most of them had eye-catching red hair, but there were a few with different shades of hair.

Almost at once most of them had turned to look at the newcomer and pulled their wands out at the unfamiliar face that had entered their headquarters. She whipped her wand out as well and faced them all with a powerful glare, daring them to attack her. "Who are you and how did you get here?!" One of the men with dark hair asked harshly, causing the girl to glance at him.

"I brought her here Sirius, she is my guest." Dumbledore said and it caused the strangers to slowly lower their wands but not looking away from the stranger. She lowered her wand as well, slipping it back into the holster she had strapped to her left forearm. She clasped her hands behind her back and stood with her feet slightly apart, planted firmly on the floor, her body ready to react if they changed their minds and drew their wands again. She took her time to examine the people in the room.

There was a short middle-aged woman with bright red hair that had a young teenage girl tucked behind her. She had a very motherly look to her, with the apron tied over her dress. She looked more like a mother then Anya's mother ever had. Vinda had always made sure she looked perfect, not a hair out of place. She never looked as maternal as the redhaired woman standing Infront of her. The man next to her was towering over her and had a long face and red hair as well. 'They must be the parents of all the red-headed children' she thought.

There were a set of red-haired twins that towered over her 5'3 stature, they had a mischievous look in their eye, one that she wasn't sure she liked. The other red-haired boy was tall, lanky and a bit dim-looking. He looked to be around her age.

Before she could focus on the two dark haired men, Dumbledore called out to her. "Miss. Anastasia, I think we should go into the kitchen to explain to the Order who you are." She nodded and followed the man into the kitchen where everyone else filled in and took seats around the table.

She leaned against the wall close to the door and eyed everyone in the room, still tense and prepared to spring into action if any of them made a move to attack her. She was in a prime spot to escape the room quickly if needed. The teenagers she had seen in the sitting room had followed the adults into the kitchen before the older red-haired woman shooed them out. "Off to bed children, this is an Order matter."

"But Mum! We want to stay!" The lanky boy whined.

"No! This is nothing for children to be apart of! Now go!" She waved her hands, motioning for them to go. The teenagers filled out, complaining loudly as they went.

Once their footsteps were heard going into what she assumed was their rooms she was when she turned her attention back to the adults. "Why don't you have a seat? Its late and this may be a long conversation." Dumbledore said with a small smile as he held a hand out to an empty seat between him and a man with light brown hair and scars on his face. She hesitated before nodding and taking the seat.

"Now, I know it's a surprise to all of you that I have brought someone new, but this matter is of importance. Miss. Anastasia will be staying here at Headquarters because I promised her father a long time ago that I would protect her and now the time has come for me to fulfill that promise. She will be attending Hogwarts in September as a fifth-year. She is unfamiliar with current events going on and we need to fill her in because I believe she will be great help in our efforts." Dumbledore explained.

She raised a delicate blonde eyebrow at his words. 'Their efforts? Papa sent her away from his war where she belonged and sent her to another one. One they knew nothing about. Perhaps her Papa had a vision about this time. I never agreed to fight, especially when I have no idea what they are fighting. They could be promoting stronger secrecy laws to restrict wizards for all she knew'

"Why is she so important Dumbledore? Surely the Order has more important things to deal with." A dark man with greasy black hair asked from across the table. His nose was large and hooked, and his eyes were the color of unpolished obsidian.

"If she is anything like her father then I believe she is a very powerful witch. Her remaining family are unable to take care of her, so it has been entrusted to me."

"Who's her father Dumbledore?" The man at the head of the table asked, the one Dumbledore had called Sirius, she believed. Anya finally looked at the man, he had black hair the hung in slight waves to his chin. He had neat facial hair and was dressed in a velvet, burgundy jacket. He seemed on the skinny side and his fingers were covered in old and warped looking tattoos. He was handsome but far to old for her tastes. Dumbledore made eye contact with all those in the room before looking at the stoic girl beside him.

"She has been sent here from 1945. Her father is Gellert Grindelwald."

Silence was the old man's response to his statement as his words sunk into those around the table. Once it seemed to have set in, a couple of them erupted in anger and confusion.

"Grindelwald?"

"He had a kid?!"

"How is she here?"

"Why is she so young?"

"She is probably just like him"

"How can you trust her Dumbledore!?"

All their yelling voices echoed in Anya's head and she clenched her fist in annoyance. The loudness was quickly giving her a headache. Before she could defend herself, Dumbledore raised his hand, quieting them all. "She could be a great asset to the Order when she comes of age. Her parentage does not define who she is."

"Does Voldemort know about her?" The scarred man asked next her. She turned her blue eyes onto him.

"What's a Voldemort?" She asked simply, causing them all to look at her in astonishment and suspicion.

"Do you honestly expect us to believe you don't know who Voldemort is?" A man with a crazy false eye demanded.

"If you would have been listening, I'm from 1945. There was none of this Voldemort nonsense then, and if there was, Papa had more important matters to be focused on" She said with a dismissive wave of her hand, looking away from the crazy man.

"How can you be from 1945 and look like you are what? 15? 16?" Sirius asked with a slight concerned look on his face.

She shrugged her shoulders "Papa mentioned it was a spell he learned while traveling. It was a bright white light and next thing I know, I'm here."

"It will be important to keep her identity secret. We cannot allow the Ministry to know that Grindelwald's daughter is alive and with us. As far as they know, she went missing after her father's arrest in the 40s. She will go by her mother's name of Rosier. Now, I think introductions are in order before we all make off to bed. Its been a long day." Dumbledore said with a smile.

He started with the man next to Anya, "Anastasia, this is Remus Lupin. He was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor two years ago at Hogwarts." The man nodded his head politely at her. She took her time to examine his scars and his shabby robes. He sat slightly hunched over and he had dark purple bags under his brown eyes. He looked tired and pale, it gave her the feeling he was going to fall asleep right there at the table.

"Next to him is Sirius Black, he is the owner of the house we are in." The black-haired man smirked at her when she made eye-contact.

"Ah, the Most Nobel and Ancient House of Black, I assume? Papa had Black followers I believe. They were some of our most loyal ones." She mentioned and noticed how his face darkened slightly.

He continued to go down the table; "Alastor Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, they are aurors." The man with the crazy eye and thin blonde hair sneered and she did in return, recognizing the name Moody. The family often produced famous aurors, some of whom were after her father from what she remembered. The woman introduced as Tonks had pretty purple hair and she gave Anya a smile and a wink.

"That's Severus Snape, he is the potions professor at Hogwarts." Dumbledore pointed to the dark looking man from before. Their eyes met and he narrowed them when he saw the haughty look in her bright blue eyes.

"Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley," he pointed to three of the redheads she had seen earlier.

"Mundungus Fletcher, Dedalus Diggle, Kingsly Shacklebolt, and Emmeline Vance. You met Professor Minerva McGonagall tonight in my office. There are others but they are on missions or were not able to attend the meeting tonight."

Dumbledore had pointed at each person as he had said their names. He clapped his hands and smiled at everyone, seeming to ignore the tension. "I believe it is off to bed for all of us. I know it has been a tiring day for Miss. Grindelwald here." Dumbledore said as he stood. Before he could walk out of the room, Anya stopped him.

"I don't believe we are finished Dumbledore. You've mentioned multiple times about me joining your side. However, I am not informed on this matter. I won't fight blindly for a cause I know nothing about." She said without looking at him.

"It would be wise to join us, we are fighting against a very dark wizard. One that threatens the entire Wizarding World as we know it." Dumbledore said. She snorted in an unlady-like manner.

"Define dark wizard, Dumbledore. My father was called a dark wizard by many, but he had noble aspirations to free witches and wizards from the chains of secrecy. I fought beside him, does that make me dark as well? I'm assuming this 'dark wizard' is inferior to my father, so I don't feel the same pressing fear as you all do."

Everyone was looking at each other and looking at her with untrusting eyes. She continued her air of nonchalance but was fully aware of the tension filling with room. It was almost palpable how thick the mood was. Clearly, she struck a sore spot.

"Very well, Miss. Grindelwald. Tomorrow there will be another Order meeting and you will be fully informed then on the dangers the world is facing. It is a different time and a different war then the one you grew up in." Dumbledore said in a final tone before turning to the red-haired woman. "Molly, I trust her to your care. And one last thing, remember to go by Rosier when introducing yourself to the others." He walked out and back into the sitting room.

She heard the fire roar and then go silent. Nobody moved for a few seconds before the motherly red-haired woman walked to her side. "Come along dear. Let's get you up to a room. I believe Ginny will have some pajamas for you to wear tonight. Tomorrow we can go to Diagon Alley and get you some new clothes."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Anya said politely with the charming smile she had inherited from her father. She followed Mrs. Weasley upstairs and into a room that was occupied with all the red-haired children. "I thought I sent you all to bed!" Mrs. Weasley planted her hands on her large hips and glared at her children.

"We were just talking Mum, we are curious about the girl Dumbledore arrived with." The girl sitting on the bed closet to the door said.

"It late! You can all get acquainted tomorrow. Ginny, do you have spare pajamas you can let Anastasia here use? I told her we would take her shopping tomorrow." Molly asked her daughter.

"I'm sure I've got some laying around Mum. Don't worry." Ginny responded, getting off the bed and walking to a long black dresser. Molly turned to Anya and tsked. "You will be sharing a room with Ginny dear. Tomorrow will be a long day and you need your rest. Now, go take a bath and then straight to bed." She said in a light strict tone before bustling back downstairs.

Anya stared at her back for a second before turned to the red-haired girl. She was tall and had a thin and athletic build; her red hair was straight and went below her shoulders. She had a spattering of freckles across her pale cheeks. She was decently pretty, and she didn't give off any threating vibes which Anya felt relieved about.

Ginny walked to the blonde and held her handout with a smile. "I'm sure you know, but my name is Ginny"

Anya took her hand and gave it a firm shake. "Anastasia Rosier, but you may call me Anya."

"Rosier?" Ginny asked, her eyebrows creasing and handing the clothes over to Anya. The blonde nodded before looking around the room.

It was gloomy and old, just like the sitting room and kitchen had been. Everything was a shade of black, grey, and silver, with some touches of green. This room had the same old smell as the whole house seemed to have. There were two double beds in the room, both with tall Victorian looking canopies hanging over the headboards. There was a single window with a black sitting chair under it. There was a set of drawers that Ginny had pulled the clothes out of, and a taller wardrobe in the corner.

"Would you be kind enough to show me where the washroom is? I would like to bathe before I go to bed." Anya asked, looking back at the girl.

"Of course!" Ginny said and started walking out into the hallway. They passed a door on their right and then stopped at the next one. "Its right in here, the room next to ours is where Ron is staying and then Fred and George are on the next floor. They are my brothers and I'm sure you will meet them tomorrow. Fred and George are pranksters though so be careful. Ill be in the room if you need me." Ginny said before walking away and back into the bedroom they would be sharing.

Anya walked into the black and grey bathroom and shut the door behind her. She rolled her eyes at the color scheme. She enjoyed the color black, but this house was just too much. She stripped off her clothes before looking at herself in the mirror.

She looked the same as she did when she woke up this morning, but she felt so much different. She felt empty, numb and as much as she hated to admit it, afraid. She ran a hand through her tangled locks, her fingers catching in knots, causing her to wince at the sharp pain in her scalp. Her face was dirty, and she had a couple cuts. She placed her wand gently to her face and the cut slowly drifted back together, leaving smooth skin once again.

She walked into the shower and the warm water was soothing on her tired body. She had a couple bruises on her body that she was sure were from ricocheting spells and the debris that were being thrown around her back in Paris. The idea of Paris made her stop and her body went cold.

She had been born in her father's stronghold in Austria, but she spent a lot of her childhood in France and various other countries. Her mother had originally been from France and her father had one of his largest following there, closely following behind Russia and his native country of Austria-Hungry, before it had been separated. She would never return to her father's numerous homes and hideouts. His libraries were probably ransacked and destroyed, same with her personal belongings. Everything she once knew had been ripped away from her and she was feeling the emptiness it brought.

Her father was in prison, never to leave. He would be over 100 by now and he had spent so many years alone, so many years without her. He was her world, her mentor, her everything. She had never been away from her father for a more then a day. He had always kept her at his side. When she was too young to attend his rallies, he would make sure she knew he would be right back, and she would be locked in her room with one follower or another. She was often given to the younger women that followed him, and they were her caretakers when he couldn't be. Her heart lurched painfully, wanting nothing more then to be with her father again.

She allowed the tears to fall and mix with the stream of water coming from the shower head. She covered her mouth to silence her sobs and she held a hand to her stomach; her shoulders were jerking with the force of her cries. When she felt the water getting cold, she took a deep breath and forced the tears to leave her eyes and stepped out of the shower.

The first thing she put on after drying off was the silver chain necklace that had been her father's. It was a long simple chain and at the end of it held the symbol for the Deathly Hallows. He had given it to her on her 15th birthday and now it was the last thing she had of his. She put on the orange cotton pants Ginny had given her. They were very snug on her thighs and hips, but it would be manageable until she was able to get her own. The tank top fit alright as well but was also slightly snug around her breasts.

She grabbed her dirty clothes in a pile and silently walked back to the bedroom she would be staying in. The room was dark, and Ginny was fast asleep in her bed. Anya quietly walked to the empty bed and crawled into the scratchy cotton sheets. She huffed knowing she would never be able to sleep like this. She grabbed her wand from where she placed it under her pillow and tapped the bed underneath her once, the pillows and sheets turning into a soft, silky material that she was more familiar with.

She rolled over to her stomach, burying her face into the pillow under her. Her wand was still in her grasp as she slid her arms under the pillow. She laid in the darkness before her body finally gave in to the sleep it desperately wanted.