Okay, thanks to everyone who replied to my last chapter. I don't think I've ever had so many replies! Ha ha! Well, luckily, I'm in a bit of a better mood today, so this chappie may be even beter than the last, but no promises!
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Remus explained to Alana, about how her father had died in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, fighting to protect Harry, who was his godson, though no relative of hers, and against the death eaters Voldemort had fighting against the Order, of whic he also explained to her about. The whole time, she sat silently listening, keeping steady eye contact; an ability she had most definatly not inherited from her father.
"I want to be in the Order." She announced, as soon as everything had been fully explained. "I want to take my father's place, in a good cause that he put his life on the line for."
"Alana, there are only adults in the Order. And, you don't know how to use any magic you no doubt have. There's no way you could possibly be able to protect yourself in a dangerous mission." Remus replied.
"Who said I wasn't of some use to the order? I can go on simple, undercover missions, where I couldn't possibly face extreme danger. Now, I don't tell many people about this, but I can turn into a dog at will. I find it very useful when I need to make quick escapes." Alana explained.
"How is it possible for you to turn into a dog, when you don't even know how to use magic to make yourself able to do so?" Remus asked, wondering if it were truly possible for a parent's animungi to be passed to their offspring.
"I don't know how it's possible. It's just something I've been able to do all my life." She told him, and before anything else could be said, there suddenly appeared a shaggy black dog in the place where Alana had been previously standing.
Remus put his hand to his mouth in shock. In all the years he had been alive, he'd never known it possible for someone to become an animungi without using spells to do so, and if Alana was correct about attending muggle school her whole life, than this was the case.
Alana gave a bark/laugh at Remus's expression, before morfing back into her human form once more. "See, I told you I can make quick escapes if I need to." She exclaimed proudly.
Remus couldn't help but chuckle. Just like Sirius, Alana had the need to show off her abilites, and to prove herself in moments of disbelief. If she couldn't find the proof, than no doubt she'd have a plan B to revert to.
"Fine, I'll talk it over with the rest of the Order. If you'd like to go put your things away, there should be a clean, and availble room at the end of the hallway to the right, on the second floor." He gave in, and Alana gave him a hug, before skipping off.
For the next few weeks, several people were in and out of the house, some would stay for a few days, and others for an hour or so. But never did any of them mention the Order to Alana, even if they were polite to her. Who wouldn't be polite if the father you never got to know had passed away?
It was starting to get very lonely, sitting around, and watching wizard television, and sometimes exploring the huge house, with no one her age to do so with, or to even talk with over the telephone. Then, the Weasleys came. They were an amusing family. Cheerful, and every last one with flaming red hair. However, only two of the kids showed up, but it was enough for Alana.
"Hello, who are you?" The tall, and lanky boy, asked her on the night of their arival.
"My name is Alana Black. Daughter of Juliet Dinsmore and the late Sirius Black." She introuduced herself. "Who are you?"
"Woa! I didn't know Sirius had a daughter! Are you sure he's even your father?"
"Yes. You can ask Dumbledor if you must." She told him confindantly. "Now who are you?"
"R-Ron Weasley." He stuttered. Obviously intemedated. Alana tended to have that effect on people when she first met them, but if they were brave enough to stick around, they'd find out she was good at heart.
"Nice to meet you Ron. I've been so bored without someone my age to talk to, if you know what I mean." Alana couldn't help but grin. She had yet another guy...on purpose.
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Yay! That's it for chapter whatever this is. RR, and you get 20 points to whatever house you say you're in. And, if you read any of Widow Dracula's works, then 100 points to you!