Pixie *empty's pockets* *in bad Dracula voice* I own notzhing mwa mwa mwa. *normal voice while pulling out a sock pocket* except this handy dandy sock puppet which I made this morning when I was bored. *handy dandy sock puppet waves* like his eyes? They are nice shinny buttons stolen of my brother's shirt. *Pixie's brother begins to yell something about shirt not doing up because of missing buttons* ouh oh umm bye *runs away*

Chapter 2:

Dumbledore silently rebuked himself as he led the way to his quarters, he had known that the eldest girl was talented in seeing and he knew that meeting Harry would bring on such a vision but he had not expected it to take place so soon. Helping Snape to lower her onto a comfortable chair in his office he sat awaiting the girls awakening.

Adrienne glanced between Professor Dumbledore and Alethea worriedly. Why didn't he just use an awakening spell instead of waiting around the old fashioned way? Adrienne took a step forward with the intent of shaking Alethea awake but before she could reach her Dumbledore's voice cut through the silence, "Don't!" Looking confused at Dumbledore she sat down in a chair next to Alena in a huff. Turning her attention to the boy who had come in with them she glared at him. Stupid boy, sitting on his stupid chair, thinking he's so damn stupidly good, she thought angrily, why the hell was he asked to come with them. What made him special?

Harry couldn't take his eyes of the girl laying unconscious not three meters in front of him. He couldn't understand why Dumbledore had asked him to his office and for a moment he thought worriedly that he would be in trouble. He wasn't a fool, he knew that the girl's condition somehow related back to him but this only worried him more. Why, he asked himself, would a girl who has lived half the world away fall unconscious as soon as he met her eye? What was with that? Looking at the other's in the room in hopes of some answers he was met with the sight of four people all looking straight at the unconscious girl eagerly waiting for her to wake up.

Alethea moaned to herself as she moved her head slightly, her whole body hurt as though she had just run that stupid cross-country course her school had insisted on making her do. The skin above her left eyebrow suddenly began to twitch and trying to ignore it she rolled over to the other side of her bed. Except it wasn't her bed and she was suddenly falling to the ground until a loud bang was heard and she groaned. "Stupid floor!" she said angrily. Alena's giggling cut Alethea out of her self-pity and her eyes snapped open as she turned to glare at her cousin. Her glare was cut short however when her eyes fell on not her cousin but a tall and evil looking man. Sitting up straight she ignored her dizziness for long enough to point to Snape and say, "Whoa oober creepy, Rigby creepy" before collapsing back onto her bed.

Harry shook his head at the girl silently trying not to laugh at the look on Snape's face after he was just called creepy. Of course Snape knew that many of the students found him, what would be the appropriate word, 'oober creepy' but Harry wondered if anyone had ever been brave, or maybe stupid, enough to say something like that to Snape's face. The shocked look that Snape was wearing suggested they had not.

Deciding now was the time to step in and avoid one peeved of Potions Professor, Dumbledore walked over to were Alena and Adrienne were now telling off a still slightly confused Alethea for 'scaring the bajiebee's out of them.' Placing his hands on Alethea and helping her sit up he looked into her eyes and asked gently, "What did you see?" This was followed by Alethea trying desperately to remember and in doing so a terrible pain shot up into her mind and she cried out aloud. "Take your time," Dumbledore stated as the girl began breathing deeply.

Alethea tried to recall what had happened after she sat down at the long Gryffindor table but for the life of her she could not remember. Letting out a frustrated sigh she glanced around Dumbledore's office. She had been in there often enough since the three girls had moved to Hogwart's so it was not really the room as much as the boy that was in it that caught her attention. Sitting on a chair not three meters away from her was a boy that looked remarkably familiar and as he looked away from grinning at 'oober creepy guy' and into her eyes she suddenly felt a searing pain worse then anything else she had felt and all memories came flowing back. The voice of her grandmother floated into her mind again, "look after your cousins, they will need you soon." As the pain subsided she turned her attention back to the boy, "You," she said pointing at him, "come closer and sit." Motioning at a space right next to her. Turning her attention to Dumbledore she continued, "You. Explain."

Harry was shocked as he complied with the girl's orders more out of surprise then anything. This girl had just ordered Dumbledore to do something as if he was her servant. Harry was even more shocked when Dumbledore followed her orders and in his calm voice began to explain.

Dumbledore grinned silently to himself as he thought about Alethea's orders. Should he follow them? Glancing at the girl's face he knew that he would not be able to deny this girl the information she so badly needed. Motioning for the other two girls and Snape to get comfortable he began the story, "It all starts with the Tuatha de Danaan, known to most as the Fairy folk…"

Author's Note:

Thanks so much Lily and James Potter *hands L&JP first reviewer of a story award* I'm soooo sorry that it has taken me so long to update but I have got to say hospitals SUCK. Anyways hope you enjoy