Harry stood at the front door of the Dursley's, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. This girl had no idea who he was, where he came from, what he was, anything, but they couldn't have a teense of wizardry in this house and Harry had agreed to take her. A dark red haired girl with green eyes stepped onto the front step, her peacoat a gray-green. Her luggage was in her hand, a small suitcase and a backpack, her Hogwarts letter in the other.
"I'm Harry Potter."
"I know who you are." she said, her eyes glazed. She looked at the letter in her hand.
"Did you read your letter?"
"No." she said wistfully and looked at him. "Where am I suppsed to go?"
"Just hold my hand." Harry said, ready to apparate.
"No, I don't think I want to do that." she said, but Harry held onto her shoulder and apparated them back to his mansion.
"What happened?" she said, breathing heavily. Then she read her letter and gasped. "I'm a witch?"
"Yes. Yes, you are." Harry looked at her. She resumed her blank stare.
"Would you like me to show you your bedroom?"
She nodded expressionlessly.
He heard her sing quietly as they walked up a spiral staircase.
"A thousand years or more ago, when I was newly sewn, there lived four wizards of renown whose names are still well known. Bold Gryffindor of Wildmore, fair Ravenclaw from Pen, sweet Hufflepuff from Valleybroad, shrewd Slytherin from Fenn."
Harry shook his head. How could she know that song? He walked her into a great room with books all along one wall, a large oak writing desk with writing supplies, a warm tapestry, a large closet with maple doors, and a four-poster bed with violet velvet hangings.
She smiled slightly and looked at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter." she said.
"Your very welcome...I didn't get your name."
"You know it already. Its right there on that journal." She pointed at the writing desk and Harry walked over and examined the journal. On the side was scripted in gold "Blaire Adrean Silver."
"I didn't know that was your name. Your father-"
"I'm adopted." Blaire said, her eyes cast over.
"Well, he didn't tell me." Harry sat on the bed next to her.
"Oh. Isn't that such a coincidence?" she said. "I guess your my new father."
"I guess I am. That makes you my daughter."
"Yes, it does. Should I call you Father?"
"I'm not a priest. It makes me feel old."
Blaire smiled.
"Well, should I call you Mr. Potter?"
"No. How about Harry?"
"That's good for me."
"Blaire, remember, if you need anything, just send Dobby for me."
"Dobby?" she asked, and out hurried a small creautre dressed in a sweater, socks, a tie, shorts, and a tea cozy.
"He's my house elf."
"Hello, miss." the house-elf said, bowing.
"Hello, Dobby." she said, her eyes glazed once again.
"Goodbye, miss, and Mister Harry Potter." Dobby scurried off.
Blaire sat desolately on her bed.
"Thank you for taking me in."
"Your welcome, Blaire. You can come home for holidays at Hogwarts, I would never mind. My friend Ginny Weasly teaches at your school and lives next door, so its possible she'll take you home."
"Whats your job?" she asked. Harry looked at her calmly and then wondered why she looked so familiar.
"I work at the Ministry of Magic, the wizard government. I'm an undercover agent."
"You can't be that successful. What with your scar and all." She brushed away his hair from his face, gracing her fingers against the mark. She pulled back immediately, drawing in breath in pain.
"What? Blaire, are you alright?"
"Your scar. It hurt. Agh." She shook her hand. Her eyes blanked and rolled back into her head, her crashing to the cold stone floor.
No,no, take me instead!
Move aside!
Lily!
No, no, please! I beg you. Take me instead. TAKE ME INSTEAD!
Blaire thrashed violently on the floor.
"No, don't! Take me instead! Take me instead!" she called, but Harry didn't hear the voice of young Blaire.
He heard the voice of Lily Potter.
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"Harry, she what?" Ron said, pacing around the livingroom floor.
"She was screaming. Exactly like my mother. When she was trying to save me." Harry said in shocked monotone. "It was like having my mother there, lying on the ground."
"What happened before it?" Hermione asked, a whimpering Cess tugging on her robes.
"She touched my scar."
"Maybe she got a psychic reaction from it." Hermione said.
"Who got a reaction from what?" a voice asked, and they all turned to see Blaire in bare feet and white cotton nightgown.
"Nothing." Harry said.
"You're talking about my episode, aren't you?" she said quietly.
"No, we aren't." Ron said.
Hermione shook her head. "Yes, we were. She's not stupid, Ron."
"I'm sorry it caused a fuss." she said.
"Oh, we were just worried." Hermione said, picking up Cess and hiosting her onto her hip. Sarah bounced in her walker happily at the sight of a new person.
"Oh, your baby is adorable!" she said to Hermione, kneeling next to the walker.
"Thank you, her name's-"
"Sarah."
"Did Harry tell you?"
"No."
Hermione blinked. "Then how did you know?"
"Instinct, I guess. She looks like a Sarah."
Sarah bounced happily as Blaire took her head. She giggled, and Blaire smiled at her warmly.
Sarah then got very serious, looked at her, and spoke. "Odd."
"Ron! Her first word! Its "odd"! Her first word is "odd"!" Hermione said, and Cess clapped.
"Oh, wow, Hermione!" Ron said happily.
"Yea!" she said in her little girl voice.
Sarah giggled again, while Blaire sat back on her heels.
She looked up at Harry.
"Harry, she said it to me."
Harry looked at her. "No, it was just a word."
"She said it to me, Harry. She said it about me." Blaire got up and walked over to him.
Harry shook his head. "There's nothing odd about you." he said.
"Nothign odd? Then how do you explain that fit I had this afternoon? If you could only see the images in my head."
"A red haired woman saving a dark haired baby from a black-robed man with another dark-haired man beside her?" Harry sat down at the kitchen table, head in hands.
"Yes. I'm not surprised that you knew."
"Why?"
"Because that dark-haired baby was you. And ever since the Dementors..."
"How do-"
"I've always been like this. I've always known." Blaire looked at Hermione. "Hermione's sister, Dalia, lived in Ireland until they got her back. Ron's mother threatened to kill his father when she was cursed by Voldemort when he was two. The only thing I don't know about is my past."
Hermione and Ron stood, shocked.
Blaire walked out of the room. "I'm going to bed. Good Night."
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A decade and one year earlier.....
Ginny Weasly sat in the waiting room of the adoption agency, the papers filled out ni her hand. A woman came out and took the papers and her beautiful baby girl, but one she could not keep. She was seventeen, she had her whole life ahead of her, and all this because of Harry's visit to Hogwarts on Christmas. A passionate visit on Christmas. Ginny walked out of the agency, her flaming red hair sweeping behind her.
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Blaire woke up the next morning, rubbing her eyes. Harry stood above her, smiling.
"'Morning, Sunshine." he said. Blaire smiled at him and swung her legs off the bad, narrowly missing Harry.
"Hey!" he said and produced her with a set of clothing. It was a dress and a set of bottle-green robes, both crudely hemmed to be shorter.
"The robes are my old ones from when I went to Hogwarts. I think the dress was Hermione's. Dobby hemmed them both."
"I can tell." she said, going behind a screen to dress.
"We're going to Diagon Alley, today." he said.
"Where?"
"Its a place to get your books and things. You'll like it."
"Okay." she said, and she walked out from behind the screen. Both of the things were loose for her, but Harry figured they would suffice until they went to Diagon Alley.
The gateway opened gloriously to the colorful alley, and Blaire gasped at the sight. She wanted to look at everything, everything at once, so much to see.
"Lets get your things first. Do you have your letter?" Harry asked, and Blaire handed him the letter.
They first went to the bookstore, where Blaire went ballistic. She was running everywhere after she got her books, parchmen,t and ink, until she stopped at the Divination section. She glared at the book cover with the Grim on it.
"What is it?" she asked, going near the book.
"Its supposed to be an omen of death." Harry said.
"No wonder. Poor thing. It only wants food." she said, looking at the cover.
"Excuse me?" Harry said.
"Thats what dogs look like when they want food, kind of an angry sadness."
"Now where did you learn that?" Harry asked, leading her out of the bookstore.
"I just-"
"Know it? An instinct?"
"Exactly." she said with a smile.
Harry puchased a small female Scops owl, like Pigwidgeon, for Blaire's birthday, which Blaire named Diana, and a couple of other necessary pet supplies from Eyelops Owl Emporium a few shops down.
A few stores and many excited "Ooh!"s later, they were inside Ollivanders, waiting for the old man to appear somewhere.
He did, eventually, in his spooky pale-eyed glory, and surveyed the girl before him.
"Blaire Silver. So nice to finally meet you."
"How did you know my name?" she asked, looking back at Harry.
"Your father here warned me of your coming." he said, and took out his legendary silver tape measure, which measured Blaire by itself.
"Everything gets more and more amazing here." she said, watching the tape measure find the length between her eyes.
"Stop." Mr. Ollivnder said and took otu several boxes from several rows. He handed her the first one, fresh out of its box. "Try this one. 27 centimeters, maple, Unicorn mane hair. Good for Hexes."
"You're supposed to wave it." Harry said.
"Thats silly." she said.
"Here, then do this." Harry said, and demonstrated the swish and flick technique.
"Okay." She swished and flicked, and then many boxes exploded on the wall in front of her.
"Sorry." she said, laying the wand in its box again and standing very still.
"Here, try this. 22 centimeters, Dragon heart string, oak."
Blaire swished and flicked, proceeding to blast a hole through the window. Harry fixed it quickly.
After many, many boxes and many, many wands, Blaire picked up a pine wand, 28 and-a-half centimeters, with gold griffin feather. She swished and flicked and out came a gold symbol, an H, surrounded by a badger, a snake, a lion, and an eagle.
"Thats the one." Harry said, fishing in his pocket for his money pouch.
"A true Hogwarts student, indeed. 8 Galleons, Mr. Potter." Mr. Ollivander said, and Harry paid him the money.
"Galleons? What about Euros?" Blaire asked. (They converted, you know)
"Well, in the Wizarding World, there's Knuts, Sickles and Galleons. There is some currency regulation, but all you need to know is that Knuts are the least and Galleons are the most. We should head to the bank and make you an account."
Blaire nodded incredulously and folloed Harry, her wand in her pocket.