Disclaimer: Everything related to Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. The plotline does, as far as I know of, but I think that's it...

AN: Yay, the 3rd chapter! Same drill, read and review, and thank you so much! So the 4th chapter won't be out for...3 weeks, I think, but when I come back I'm immediately putting it up so you can get it ASAP.

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A soft pattering came down the stairs. Adriana turned to see a woman with sleek brown hair and mud eyes looking fondly at her.

"Adie. You're home," she said and engulfed Adriana in her arms. "I'll never let you go ever again," she said, her voice thick with emotion. Hermione let go of Adriana and said, "Right, well, professor Lupin, do you think you could talk to—oh, honey, feel free to dump your things in your room. Up the stairs and the third door to the left."

Adriana left the talking adults and trudged upstairs. She counted the doors gloomily. She knew she would wake up before she found out what this mysterious world was, and what it was all about, or before she met her father.

She collapsed on her bed. It was much more comfortable then the bed at number 10, Wampum Lane, that was for sure. Perhaps when she woke up she would find out that Aunt Clarissa had taken pity on her and bought her a new mattress. Or maybe she fell asleep on the couch.

Ping! Ping!

Adriana sat up sharply at the sound of rocks being thrown at her window. She looked outside and saw a boy about her age with flaming red hair grinning at her from the window of Ron Weasley's house. He yelled, "I'll be right over!" and was gone. Adriana panicked. Who was this boy? She flew down the stairs.

"Okay, Adie, you can call me Mum, Harry's Dad, and—oh, Will, hello! This is Adriana. Adriana, Will Weasley. Does Ron know you're here?"

"Yeah," he said. "Come on over, I'll show you Bella and Gerald and Chrissie...those are my brother and sisters. Some of them, anyway. Come on!"

"Will, no, I'm sorry, but Adriana needs to be here when Harry comes home. Tell everyone to come by tomorrow, okay?" Adriana's heart leaped as she thought about meeting lots of new people.

"Bye Adriana. See you tomorrow," Will said, flashing a smile as he exited.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Hermione asked. Then, seeing Adriana's grin, she smiled. "Let me contact Dumbledore. Then you might be able to see him and Harry. You can go play after, alright? I know it will be awkward at first, but we'll manage." Hermione kissed Adriana on the top of her head and said, "Come here. You ought to see some magic before you go to school." Hermione pulled a very puzzled and confused Adriana into the study and set her in front of the marble fireplace. "I'll be right back," she said, and swept out of the room. Adriana sat thoughtfully in one of the huge armchairs. She had so many questions going through her mind she did not notice Hermione had appeared suddenly with a Pop! next to her elbow until Hermione spoke.

"Knut for your thoughts?"

"A nut? Isn't the saying 'penny for your thoughts?'?" Hermione laughed.

"No, in the wizarding world it's Knut." Adriana's eyes grew wider than Hermione thought was possible at the w word. "What? Didn't Professor Lupin tell you about witches and wizards and all that?" Adriana shook her head violently. "Oh, dear...Well, I suppose there's no point in keeping it from you any longer...you're a witch, Adriana. And with Harry and me for parents, you should be a strong one, but I suppose it's not very generic...Just look at poor Neville." She shuddered. "Anyway, back to the magic. Watch closely," she instructed. She tossed a pinch of powder into the roaring fire. The flames turned green, though they still cackled merrily. Hermione stuck her head into the fire and said, "Dumbledore's Office!" Adriana shrieked, horrified that her mother was burning her head on purpose, and muttering nonsense phrases. Hermione gave her a not-very-reassuring thumb up. "Hey," she said into the fire, "is Dumbledore ar—oh, hi, Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione said nervously. "Is Harry around?" She paused, apparently listening hard. "Oh. Okay, he should be home soon, then. I hope he's alright," she added worriedly. "Thanks for your help. Oh, Adriana? Sure. Just a second. Adriana," she said, pulling her surprisingly unburnt head out of the fire.

"Doesn't that hurt? Usually I get awful blisters and burns from Byron sticking my hand in the fire as a joke. I'd think getting your head burnt would hurt awful!"

"No, no if you're using Floo Powder," she said matter-of-factly. Then, on a more concerned note, "Byron stuck your hand in the fire? Are you okay? Don't his parents punish him?" Adriana shook her head accordingly. "Alright, then. Wait for Dumbledore—he'll be in the fire in a second. Etiquette around the headmaster: call him Professor Dumbledore. And also—"

"Hermione! I'm home!" someone shouted from downstairs.

"In the study!" Hermione yelled back. "That would be Harry. I wonder where he's been?" she wondered aloud before hurrying out to greet him. Pop! A face appeared in the fire. It had a long, silver beard, long, silver hair, and crescent moon glasses.

"Adriana," it said, "pleased to meet you. I am Albus Dumbledore, the Hogwarts headmaster. I see you and Remus made the trip well. I know you have questions, but I'm rather in a hurry."

"P-P-Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes?"

"I don't know if I'm really the Adriana you want. I mean, up till today my name was Adriana Goldchester, I lived with my aunt and uncle, and I never, ever, did magic in my life. Magic didn't even exist!" Silence settled after her outburst.

"Yes, well, I'll have to explain that later," Dumbledore said suddenly. "Can you get you parents in here?"

"Yes, sir," Adriana said obediently, and went off to find them. She found them in a corridor and all over each other. She backed silently out of the hall and then made as much noise as she could turning the corner again, taking her time. When she finally made it to the corridor again, they were walking toward her. There was no evidence of what she had just witnessed, but Hermione's hair was a little bushier than before and her shirt was slightly untucked.

"Er—Mum? Dad? Professor Dumbledore wants to talk with you."

"Okay—" Harry started, but Hermione interrupted him.

"I'll talk to Dumbledore. You can get to know your daughter a bit."

"Yes, ma'am!" Harry saluted. He winked at Adriana, but Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Just don't break anything!" she yelled over her shoulder as she raced back to the study. Adriana laughed and Harry looked hurt.

"Does Professor Dumbledore have a body?" she inquired.

"Yeah," Harry said, surprised. "I take it you've never used Floo Powder?"

"I've never used or done anything magical before."

"I'll teach you everything you need to know, squirt."

"Huh. That's not much, I bet," she teased. Harry laughed and ruffled her hair.

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