I own nothing, only the characters of Ashlinn McNamera & Isabella McNamera.
Would be rich if I did own the rights to HP....but oh well that's life (
This part of the story is rate G but as for future parts I'm not sure what they'll be rated. I thought ahead that far.
I would really appriciate some reviews ( other wise I won't be adding any more chapters. This is my second HP fic, was written quite some time ago...just after the fifth book came out. Hope you all enjoy!!
By the way the sentences outlined with 'this' are the characters inner thoughts and not said out loud. Anyway must let you get to it!!!
Don't forget to read and review - Yeah I said I wouldn't post unless I got five reviews..that obviously didn't happen. I just felt like posting.
Though feedback is very, very nice..it's makes us writers feel important (.
~Melodie~
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"Ball for the heros?" Draco Malfoy laughed as he looked the invitation in his hands. "Wonder what everyone will think when I turn out to be one of the heros?"
He shook his head and sighed, looking around the study of Malfoy Manor. This place was quite large for just one person to live in but for some reason he couldn't bare to leave. Not that it held many good memories for him. Truthfully he held on to the place because it was the only thing he felt gave him an identity. And other than being a Malfoy, he couldn't say he knew who he really was. He'd moved his mother away from England after Dumbledore had been able to break the spell Lucius had placed on his wife. Draco felt that she would be safer away from this place. His father was still locked up in Azkaban and Draco was quite happy about that. His father was nothing but a power hungry coward who had renounced the dark lord when he had fallen only to serve him again when he had risen again.
"The coward. I hope he roots in hell!" Draco growled crumpling the invitation unintentionally. "I will never be like him!!"
"He's aware of that Mr. Malfoy. And that makes you a target." Dumbledore's voice said behind him.
"I know, which is why I must train."
"Do not forget that we have a new weapon on our side. A new person who shall help you along the way." Dumbledore replied. "You and harry will meet her tonight."
"Very well." Draco said as Dumbledore disappated from the room. "Black tie...great another fancy shindig!"
"I wonder if she'll be there?" he thought out loud, an image of the raven haired woman he'd seen quite a few times in Hogsmeade flickering across his eyes. "A muggle - what would father think? Me drawn to a muggle...."
Harry walked into his apartment building and sighed. Another fancy party to attend - another boring speech about how he and his partner, Draco Malfoy, had captured ten Death Eaters. The ministry definitely didn't need to throw a party like this. It wasn't like the war was over. Voldemort was far from being defeated.
"They're celebrating when the worst is yet to come..." Harry mumbled as somebody banged into him.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." the female's voice said apologetically as he saw her bend down to pick up her belongings.
"Here let me help..." Harry said bending down.
"No that's okay..." she replied and looked up only to lock gazes with Harry. "...Mr. Potter."
"Ms. McNamera." Harry said smirking. No matter how many times he heard somebody call him Mr. Potter, he'd never be used to it.
She looked down and blushed slightly. "I'm sure I'm keeping you from your supper..."
"No, not at all. Actually I could use some company. That is if you haven't eaten already." Harry questioned.
"Ah, well..." Ashlinn said trying to say no but felt she couldn't. After all she would be working with this man for months, though he didn't know it yet. And even though she'd already eaten, this was the perfect way to get to know him. "Sure, I'd love to."
Harry smiled as they ascended the stairs and headed towards his apartment.
"I'll just drop my brief case off at my apartment." she replied and walked into the apartment next to Harry's.
"So that's who rented Hermione's old apartment." Harry thought out loud as he placed the food containers on the kitchen table.
"Harry is home." Dobby said appearing in the kitchen. "Shall I set Master's food out?"
"It's Harry....and yes if you like Dobby. Set three places." Harry replied.
"Company sir?"
"Yes our neighbor, Ashlinn McNamera."
"Ashlinn?" Dobby said going slightly pale faced.
"Dobby?" Harry said confused by Dobby's sudden change in tone.
"Is it that Harry has a date?" Dobby said in a tone that gave way to question.
"A date? Oh Dobby no..." Harry laughed.
"But would it be bad if it was a date?" Dobby replied. "Harry hasn't dated any one seriously....Dobby thinks that Harry should get to know Jacey....fate could play a part."
"Oh Dobby you're starting to sound like Ginny..." Harry said rolling his eyes. "My dating life is none of your concern. So don't try playing matchmaker."
"But Master..." Dobby started but was interrupted by knocking.
"Not a word about this Dobby..." Harry warned and went to the door.
"Ah, that's better." Ashlinn said as she fixed the tank top she now wore, with an open hoodie over it. "Comfort and freedom."
"Ashlinn, I assume you'll be going to the ball tonight?" a voice said penetrating her thoughts.
"Albus, nice to see you again." Ashlinn smiled as she turned around. "Do I really need to go? It's not like it involves me."
"You know very well that it does." Dumbledore said arching an eyebrow. "You are to meet your partners tonight. I'm aware that you've already met Harry."
"How did you...." Ashlinn questioned but was interrupted.
"Dobby has informed me of your dinner plans." Dumbledore said with a smirk. "Seems he's taken a liking to you - a liking that extends to matchmaking."
"Matchmaking?" Ashlinn arched an eyebrow.
"He's determined to set you and Harry up." Dumbledore chuckled. "Always looking out for Harry...that's what it's been like since Harry's second year at Hogworts."
"Hogworts..." Ashlinn muttered bitterness evident in her voice.
"Ashlinn I know this is hard - that denying what you are is hard but it's the best way; the only way." Dumbledore said firmly. "Nobody must know that you are Voldemort's daughter....he knows nothing of your existence and believes that he has no family left in this world. He knows of the prophecy of the rebirth of the snake but believes it was fulfilled when he was brought back to life from the brink of death. Little does anyone know that the prophecy was fulfilled years before when your mother gave birth to you."
"My mother..." Ashlinn muttered looking down. How she longed to have known her mother but fate had seen to it that she never would. As cruel a fate as there ever was; Isabella McNamera had been killed at the hands of Lord Voldemort, Ashlinn's father.
"She was an amazing woman. You look exactly like her expect for your hair...her's was blond and your's is jet black. One of the few things you inherited from your father." Dumbledore replied.
"Yes something I curse. I curse any trait that I've inherited from him." Ashlinn muttered. "D.N.A. binds us but our goals....our intentions.....our perspectives are at opposite ends of the spectrum. I lost my mother because of this man. I will fight at all costs to stop him."
"Which is why it is imperative that you not lose sight of the goal and keep your true identity secret from all others excluding the few people that already know, Harry..." Dumbledore replied. "....and Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy!?" Ashlinn exclaimed in shock. "Malfoys cannot be trusted. My mother learned that when she befriended Nicarrus Malfoy..."
"Yes it is true that Nicarrus was a traitor to your mother but it was because of a very strong and complicated spell which has recently been broken." Dumbledore explained. "Draco Malfoy has proven himself worthy of trust and friendship."
"I will never trust a Malfoy..." Ashlinn spat out as tears threatened to fall. "I will work with him but never trust him."
"But that's just it. You must trust him....the entire mission depends on that." Dumbledore replied. "I know it'll be hard but in order to face Voldemort you three must stand together united."
"I - I know..." Ashlinn said softly. "I must get back to Harry's..."
"Just believe that everyone has goodness....you used to believe that when you were young. Please believe it now." Dumbledore said and with a 'crack' was gone.
"I'll try but it won't be easy." she sighed and left her apartment only to bang into somebody causing her to fall down.
This part of the story is rate G but as for future parts I'm not sure what they'll be rated. I thought ahead that far.
I would really appriciate some reviews ( other wise I won't be adding any more chapters. This is my second HP fic, was written quite some time ago...just after the fifth book came out. Hope you all enjoy!!
By the way the sentences outlined with 'this' are the characters inner thoughts and not said out loud. Anyway must let you get to it!!!
Don't forget to read and review - Yeah I said I wouldn't post unless I got five reviews..that obviously didn't happen. I just felt like posting.
Though feedback is very, very nice..it's makes us writers feel important (.
~Melodie~
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"Ball for the heros?" Draco Malfoy laughed as he looked the invitation in his hands. "Wonder what everyone will think when I turn out to be one of the heros?"
He shook his head and sighed, looking around the study of Malfoy Manor. This place was quite large for just one person to live in but for some reason he couldn't bare to leave. Not that it held many good memories for him. Truthfully he held on to the place because it was the only thing he felt gave him an identity. And other than being a Malfoy, he couldn't say he knew who he really was. He'd moved his mother away from England after Dumbledore had been able to break the spell Lucius had placed on his wife. Draco felt that she would be safer away from this place. His father was still locked up in Azkaban and Draco was quite happy about that. His father was nothing but a power hungry coward who had renounced the dark lord when he had fallen only to serve him again when he had risen again.
"The coward. I hope he roots in hell!" Draco growled crumpling the invitation unintentionally. "I will never be like him!!"
"He's aware of that Mr. Malfoy. And that makes you a target." Dumbledore's voice said behind him.
"I know, which is why I must train."
"Do not forget that we have a new weapon on our side. A new person who shall help you along the way." Dumbledore replied. "You and harry will meet her tonight."
"Very well." Draco said as Dumbledore disappated from the room. "Black tie...great another fancy shindig!"
"I wonder if she'll be there?" he thought out loud, an image of the raven haired woman he'd seen quite a few times in Hogsmeade flickering across his eyes. "A muggle - what would father think? Me drawn to a muggle...."
Harry walked into his apartment building and sighed. Another fancy party to attend - another boring speech about how he and his partner, Draco Malfoy, had captured ten Death Eaters. The ministry definitely didn't need to throw a party like this. It wasn't like the war was over. Voldemort was far from being defeated.
"They're celebrating when the worst is yet to come..." Harry mumbled as somebody banged into him.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." the female's voice said apologetically as he saw her bend down to pick up her belongings.
"Here let me help..." Harry said bending down.
"No that's okay..." she replied and looked up only to lock gazes with Harry. "...Mr. Potter."
"Ms. McNamera." Harry said smirking. No matter how many times he heard somebody call him Mr. Potter, he'd never be used to it.
She looked down and blushed slightly. "I'm sure I'm keeping you from your supper..."
"No, not at all. Actually I could use some company. That is if you haven't eaten already." Harry questioned.
"Ah, well..." Ashlinn said trying to say no but felt she couldn't. After all she would be working with this man for months, though he didn't know it yet. And even though she'd already eaten, this was the perfect way to get to know him. "Sure, I'd love to."
Harry smiled as they ascended the stairs and headed towards his apartment.
"I'll just drop my brief case off at my apartment." she replied and walked into the apartment next to Harry's.
"So that's who rented Hermione's old apartment." Harry thought out loud as he placed the food containers on the kitchen table.
"Harry is home." Dobby said appearing in the kitchen. "Shall I set Master's food out?"
"It's Harry....and yes if you like Dobby. Set three places." Harry replied.
"Company sir?"
"Yes our neighbor, Ashlinn McNamera."
"Ashlinn?" Dobby said going slightly pale faced.
"Dobby?" Harry said confused by Dobby's sudden change in tone.
"Is it that Harry has a date?" Dobby said in a tone that gave way to question.
"A date? Oh Dobby no..." Harry laughed.
"But would it be bad if it was a date?" Dobby replied. "Harry hasn't dated any one seriously....Dobby thinks that Harry should get to know Jacey....fate could play a part."
"Oh Dobby you're starting to sound like Ginny..." Harry said rolling his eyes. "My dating life is none of your concern. So don't try playing matchmaker."
"But Master..." Dobby started but was interrupted by knocking.
"Not a word about this Dobby..." Harry warned and went to the door.
"Ah, that's better." Ashlinn said as she fixed the tank top she now wore, with an open hoodie over it. "Comfort and freedom."
"Ashlinn, I assume you'll be going to the ball tonight?" a voice said penetrating her thoughts.
"Albus, nice to see you again." Ashlinn smiled as she turned around. "Do I really need to go? It's not like it involves me."
"You know very well that it does." Dumbledore said arching an eyebrow. "You are to meet your partners tonight. I'm aware that you've already met Harry."
"How did you...." Ashlinn questioned but was interrupted.
"Dobby has informed me of your dinner plans." Dumbledore said with a smirk. "Seems he's taken a liking to you - a liking that extends to matchmaking."
"Matchmaking?" Ashlinn arched an eyebrow.
"He's determined to set you and Harry up." Dumbledore chuckled. "Always looking out for Harry...that's what it's been like since Harry's second year at Hogworts."
"Hogworts..." Ashlinn muttered bitterness evident in her voice.
"Ashlinn I know this is hard - that denying what you are is hard but it's the best way; the only way." Dumbledore said firmly. "Nobody must know that you are Voldemort's daughter....he knows nothing of your existence and believes that he has no family left in this world. He knows of the prophecy of the rebirth of the snake but believes it was fulfilled when he was brought back to life from the brink of death. Little does anyone know that the prophecy was fulfilled years before when your mother gave birth to you."
"My mother..." Ashlinn muttered looking down. How she longed to have known her mother but fate had seen to it that she never would. As cruel a fate as there ever was; Isabella McNamera had been killed at the hands of Lord Voldemort, Ashlinn's father.
"She was an amazing woman. You look exactly like her expect for your hair...her's was blond and your's is jet black. One of the few things you inherited from your father." Dumbledore replied.
"Yes something I curse. I curse any trait that I've inherited from him." Ashlinn muttered. "D.N.A. binds us but our goals....our intentions.....our perspectives are at opposite ends of the spectrum. I lost my mother because of this man. I will fight at all costs to stop him."
"Which is why it is imperative that you not lose sight of the goal and keep your true identity secret from all others excluding the few people that already know, Harry..." Dumbledore replied. "....and Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy!?" Ashlinn exclaimed in shock. "Malfoys cannot be trusted. My mother learned that when she befriended Nicarrus Malfoy..."
"Yes it is true that Nicarrus was a traitor to your mother but it was because of a very strong and complicated spell which has recently been broken." Dumbledore explained. "Draco Malfoy has proven himself worthy of trust and friendship."
"I will never trust a Malfoy..." Ashlinn spat out as tears threatened to fall. "I will work with him but never trust him."
"But that's just it. You must trust him....the entire mission depends on that." Dumbledore replied. "I know it'll be hard but in order to face Voldemort you three must stand together united."
"I - I know..." Ashlinn said softly. "I must get back to Harry's..."
"Just believe that everyone has goodness....you used to believe that when you were young. Please believe it now." Dumbledore said and with a 'crack' was gone.
"I'll try but it won't be easy." she sighed and left her apartment only to bang into somebody causing her to fall down.