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Chapter 2- Strange and Stranger Happenings

It was evening and very dark when Leia opened her eyes. A loud throbbing sound was racking her head. Moaning, she tried to sit up but was too weak. While attempting to get the foggy feeling out of her brain, she wondered where she was.

She was not alone for long when an elderly, serious looking woman entered the room.

"Where am I?" Leia asked groggily.

The woman glanced at her, poured a glass of water and placed it next to her bed.

"Somewhere safe," she replied.

Leia was still feeling very dizzy. Why was she so dazed? She seemed to have voiced her thoughts out aloud as the woman answered her.

"We gave you sleeping drought when we left," she answered grimly. "You've been out for a while".

Leia nodded in acceptance to her words but she painfully discovered that it only worsened her headache. She couldn't remember much except the smell of smoke. Tears filled her eyes at the memory of the loss of her aunt. She was about to close them again when she heard another unfamiliar voice.

"Ah, Minerva, I see that Ms Colhen has awoken."

"Yes Headmaster," the woman named Minerva replied crisply. "She seems a little confused."

"Very well, I will speak with her." Dumbledore said. "Alone."

The woman seemed to have taken the hint and left the room closing the door behind her. Leia couldn't see much of the newcomer but could make out the shape of his long beard. He paused for a moment, and then took out what seemed to be a cigarette lighter. The old man clicked it a few times and the room was enveloped with light.

"Now, my dear, we can at least see each other properly," the old man said kindly.

Leia studied him in the new light. He wore long robes of purple and his silver beard was long enough to tuck into his belt. He also had blue eyes that twinkled behind his half-moon spectacles. To Leia, he seemed old and wise. There was a calmness around that was reassuring but she also noticed lines of worry that were etched across his forehead.

"Ms Colhen, my name is Albus Dumbledore and I am..." the old man began but was quickly interrupted.

"My father knew you, he often talked about you," Leia said quietly. She didn't want to think about her family. It hurt too much.

Dumbledore seemed to understand.

"He was a good friend of mine," he said softly. The old man then continued.

"You are probably wondering where you are and what you are doing here?"

Leia remained silent, not wanting to nod. Dumbledore took that as a yes.

"Leia, may I call you Leia?" he asked politely. When no answer came he again contined. "You are no longer in South America..."

He watched as her eyes widened in shock, however, she still remained silent.

"We transported you safely here in which you are currently abiding in the United Kingdom, London to be exact," as he finished Dumbledore remained silent and quietly observed the girl. She looked about 16 yet tired. Too young to look so worn out. He had seen this in someone else before...

After what seemed like a few minutes Leia spoke.

"I am where?" she asked quite stunned.

"You are in what's known as the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix"

Her eyes widened in recognition.

Dumbledore's metallic blue eyes twinkled, "welcome to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place."

Harry felt the wind against his face, the cold air sweeping passed him. They were flying in formation like last year and like the previous year he felt that he had left his worries and troubles on the ground.

"Hard right!" Moody shouted against the wind.

Harry's Firebolt seemed to do his bidding. After what seemed like hours of continuous flying they began to descend. The entourage landed in the muggle courtyard. The grimy houses were the same and there was even the muffled sound of music coming from one of the flats.

Once all had landed, Remus and Tonks picked up Harry's trunk. A battered door materialized and Moody took out his wand and tapped it against the silver doorknocker. Harry approached the house with a sense of foreboding. The last time he had entered the house Sirius was alive. This would be the first time he had returned since his godfather's death.

Harry squashed that miserable feeling in his stomach, took a deep breath and walked into the dark hall. He was almost instantaneously met with a bushy-haired girl who lounged at him to give him a hug.

"Hermione?" Harry whispered, also remembering to be quiet.

"Harry! It's great to see you. I'm glad you got here safely," his friend replied softly.

"Women...honestly." said a voice from behind her.

Harry looked beyond Hermione and was greeted with the sight of his best friend.

Ron's red hair seemed to burn in the dark. He seemed just as excited as the girl in front of him, but being the typical male that he was, he controlled his display of emotions.

"You made it mate," he said coming over and slapping Harry affectionately on the back.

Harry grinned, feeling the best he's ever been all summer. But the happy feeling was replaced with emptiness on remembering that Sirius would have been there to welcome him.

Ron seemed to know what he was thinking. "I know it hurts Harry," he said softly. "But if ever want to you know, talk or whatever, we're here..." he finished awkwardly.

Harry just nodded in gratitude. He didn't feel like talking to anyone about it at the moment. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he missed the significant glance exchanged between his two best friends.

The trio walked up the stairs and into the bedrooms in which they had stayed in previously. They met Ginny on the way. Harry smiled and greeted her warmly.

On entering their room, Harry noticed the absence of two particular troublemakers.

Ron noticed his questioning stare and answered his question for him.

"Fred and George are at Diagon Alley at the moment," Ron informed him. "Up at their shop. They're doing real well. We'll take you to go see it as we're going home in a few days. I'm bloody glad too, this place..."

"Never mind that now," Hermione cut across him impatiently. "Harry, I trust you read the Daily Prophet?"

"Yeah I did," Harry told them.

"Did you notice anything?" Hermione pressed.

"Yeah, hey Ron, your dad, he's Minister for Magic! That's excellent," Harry smiled.

Ron's ears went red. "Well, he's only temporary."

"They're soon going to get rid of that fool, Fudge and your dad will do a better job." Harry continued. "'Bout time that got someone competent to run this country..."

Hermione again interrupted them. "Yes, we are all extremely pleased about the present political events in Britain, Dumbledore most of all, but did you notice anything else?"

"Well, the Minister for Magic for South America was killed. That was tragic I guess." Harry said. "Do you think that has anything to do with what's going on...?"

"Oh Harry, I would have thought you, of all people, would have noticed something," Hermione replied slightly annoyed. "Can't you see what this means- the both of you?"

Ron and Harry gave her confused looks.

"Well," Hermione plunged on. "Isn't too much of a coincidence that three months later his sister in law is killed in the same manner? Ron, I'm surprised with you, with what we have seen these past few days."

Hermione paused then continued. "I believe it wasn't just a tragic accident but was..."

"Planned," Harry finished off for her. "In the back of mind, something was telling me, as well, that it all happened for a reason. A dark reason, I presume. But apart from being the Minister for Magic why would anyone want to kill you and you're family. I mean there haven't been any other Ministers that have died, has there?" Harry asked them.

"No, Harry. That is what is strange." Hermione replied a little worried. "But there has been another piece of the puzzle that we have."

"What's that?" Harry asked.

This time it was Ginny who spoke.

"Only yesterday, a few of the Order members brought in a girl," she explained.

"What?!" Harry exclaimed a little to loudly.

"Shhh! Yes, she seemed to be unconscious and I was the only one who got a glance of her."

"We don't know where she is though. I think Dumbledore put some repelling charms around the ward where she's staying," Hermione carried on.

Harry thought for a while. It was very strange, the Minister for Magic's family is killed and girl mysteriously arrives at Headquarters?

"So you think she is somewhat connected to all this?"

"I believe so, but we're not sure," Hermione answered.

Ron cut in this time giving Hermione an angry look. "Harry, don't worry yourself about all this yet. Are you hungry mate?"

"A little," Harry replied truthfully, he couldn't remember the last time he ate. He didn't eat a lot nowadays.

They moved out of the room and into the hallway.

"Just remember to be quiet," Hermione, reminded them.

They had made it past the stuffed house-elves when Ron muttered about the state of the house.

"Keep it down," Hermione instructed, and reminding them all very strongly of Mrs Weasley.

"I can't help it 'Mione. I think I'm going to..." Ron broke off.

Harry closed his eyes waiting for it.

"ACHOOOOOO!"

He had done it.

Mutants, traitors flee from my house! Be damned to hell and rot in damnation... Filth, scum- halfbreeds...

"Ron!" Hermione shouted exasperated.

"Sorry," Ron grinned hopelessly. "Well, at least we're looking forward to going home."

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