A little baby boy with bright green eyes. Another pair of greens eyes, red hair. A man standing next to her with messy hair. Bright lights, then a pair of cold hands. Crying little fist flying everywhere. A man with red eyes, tubes of blood, needles. A baby being injected again and again. Hands against each other a pair of silvery eyes blonde hair. The man with messy hair falls, the women with red hair falls, crying from the little boy, a green flash more crying. A man comes and picks the boy, a plane lots of water. Black.

"She's been sleeping for a long time."

"Yes she has been though a lot."

"How did she change?"

"Concealment charm, it seemed to be put on as soon as Voldomort fell, he took it off the might we got her back.

"Dumbledore how do you know it really her? Every body thinks she died. Why would you-know-who want to keep a little baby?"

"I'm not sure Poppy, something to do with her parents I'm sure. She's awake." Poppy looked over at the girl laying on the bed. Her hazel eyes looked groggily up at the two adults. Poppy started bustling around pulling vials of shelves.

"How are you doing Harmony?"

"My name is Felicia." The girl pushed herself up so she was leaning against the headboard. Dumbledore looked at her sadly. He pulled out his wand and whispered something then put his wand away.

"Your birth name is Harmony, eat." A tray of food appeared on the side table. Harmony took the chocolate muffin and tore off a small piece and put it in her mouth.

"Where am I?"

"Your at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizdry." Harmony stared up at the man and gave a small laugh.

"This is crazy." She muttered, "some Waco's kidnap me, then some more Waco's kidnap me from them and tells me some crack pot story about some school of magic. This is bull shit!" She screamed, she didn't notice the red flickering in her eyes. "I WANT TO GO HOME NOW!" several bottles exploded and beds tipped over.

"See your magic. The first guy, Voldomort, had an extremely strong concealment charm on you. It seemed to have stopped you magic and changed your look, see." Dumbledore waved his hand and a full-length mirror appeared

Harmony stepped in front of the mirror; she was no longer tall and blonde. Instead she was short and slender. Her hair was now jet black with red highlights. She tilted her head and a whit blonde streak fell in front of her face. She was still rather pale, freckles sprinkled across her nose. "How do you like the new you?"

"I always thought that if I somehow could change I would be tanner." Dumbledore laughed and shook his head.

"Teen's are never happy." Harmony smiled and slowly started walking around

"Ok, so obviously I'm not who I thought I was, what's my tragic story?" She shakily crawled onto the window sile looking out into the forest.

"You will find out later, when you're more ready. With Poppy's ok I will be taking you to the headquarters." Poppy came back in and gave Harmony another check up. After a long fuss Poppy finally gave her the ok to go with Dumbledore. He led her over tot eh fireplace and offered her a jar.

"Just take some powder and throw it in the fire, walk in and very clearly say this." Dumbledore handed her a piece of paper, she read:

# 12 grimmuald place

"Memorize it?" Harmony nodded her head and handed the paper to Dumbledore, which he in turn made it burst into flames. "Ok go a head," he gave Harmony a little push and nodded his head.

Harmony took a pinch of the powder and threw it into the fire. She stepped in and yelled where she was supposed to go. Her mouth filled with ashes and everything started spinning. She closed her eyes, seconds later she fell forward onto a soft carpet. Dumbledore stepped out from behind her, he waved his wand and the soot disappeared.

"Everybody hit is Harmony, Harmony this is the order of the phoenix."

Harmony looked up at everybody and gave a weak smile. A women with flaming red hair came bustling over. "Come sweetly you can sit right here." The women led her to a purple squashy chair. Everybody was looking at her; she crossed her feet and leaned on the back of the chair.

"So this is you-know-who's weapon? A little, scared looking girl?"

"I'm not a little and I'm not scared!" Harmony said defensively, everybody looked at her with a softened expression like she was some little 2 year old.

"What would he want with a teenage girl?"

"Well as you all know Voldomort," almost everybody flinched at hearing the name. "Kidnapped her, and I'm guessing that he was planning on training her in the dark arts." Everybody's every were now of Harmony and had turned to Dumbledore in amazement.

"So did he succeed?" A voiced piped up, several people laughed including the guy that had called Harmony a little girl, Dumbeldore just smiled.

"Well only Harmony would know for sure, but considering she would have no memory at such a young age it will be hard to find out." Everybody looked at her.

"Dude, don't ask me the old guy knows more about me then I do."

"I think we made a mistake. There is know way this little girl is some great witch she is to small." Again the guy refused to believe anything Dumbeldore was saying.

"You know what buddy I'm sitting right here and I can hear." Harmony's anger was rising to the surface.

"The grown up are talking keep you mouth shut," the man snapped. Harmony looked up at him her temper rising ever second, and red seeping in her eyes.

"I am the reason for this meeting I think I have a right to be in it, I don't like being treated like a chair or a 'little girl'." There was a loud bang and the man fell to the floor, Harmony was still sitting on the chair breathing very deeply. After several people helped the man up and hand print was starting to show up on his face.

"This would be," Dumbledore said calmly getting everyone's attention. "Why she is the secret weapon." Everybody calmed down and started talking about other things. Harmony slowly drifted into sleep, lulled by the cracking of the fire.

The air was filled with screams, different people, and one after the other. "This is what happens when you upset you lord." The screams filled the air still louder then ever. A smile formed across Voldomort's face, then slowly faded. He froze, the people were whimpering and slowly trying to get up. "Harmony." Voldomort whispered.

"Harmony." Faces came into view, she was laying on the floor, and she slowly pushed herself up.

"What's going on?"

"You fell on the floor-"

"You were screaming-"

"Just like Harry-"

"Did you see something-" everybody was talking at once

"Who is Harry?" Harmony asked several times, finally almost screaming to get their attention.

"You didn't tell her?"

"No," Dumbledore stated calmly. "I think it would be best if we wait for Harry to tell her, that means none of you tell her either."