"Albus, you know this girl?" Molly asked amazed.
"I haven't seen her since she was a baby," he told Molly. Albus then turned to Kyla and asked, "Kyla, where is your mom?"
"¿Qué?" She asked, looking up at Albus with a frighten expression.
"Donde esta tu mama?" Albus asked.
"Mi madre y padre es muerto," Kyla told him with a sniff. She then looked at him with interest and asked, "Albus Dumbledore?"
"Si, soy Albus Dumbledore," Albus told her with a kind smile. "Yo un amigo de tu Seanathair. Tu Seanathair es Danniel Iver?"
"Si, Danniel Iver," Kyla told him excitedly.
Albus frowned slightly and started talking to her in Spanish. Kyla started talking back to him, nodding vigorously. Ginny came walking down the stairs yawning, and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what was downstairs. There was Albus Dumbledore talking to that unknown girl, Ron sitting next to her, and Molly and Arthur in the kitchen talking in a low nervous whisper. Ginny scratched the back of her neck and walked into the kitchen. Molly and Arthur stopped talking, and looked at Ginny with plastered smiles. Ginny raised her eyebrows, and asked, "What were you talking about?"
"Oh nothing important dear," Molly told her, and grabbed a plate. Molly handed Ginny a plate and said, "Here dear, get yourself some breakfast."
Ginny shrugged, and took the plate. Ginny sat down at the table and started eating, and after a while she looked at Kyla again. Curiosity got the better of her and asked, "Who is she?"
"Her name is Kyla O'Connor and Dumbledore knows her somehow," Arthur told his daughter.
Ginny looked at Kyla and Albus, and listen to their conversation. A very baffled look came across her face and Ginny asked, "Does Kyla speak English?"
"No she doesn't," Molly answered.
Ginny looked down at her food, pondering about Kyla. Arthur sat down at the table sipping some coffee and reading the newspaper. Errol came back with The Daily Prophet, and Arthur started to read it. He skimmed over an article about Irish ambassadors having a meeting with the Minister of Magic, but thought nothing of it. He started reading about any news on Voldemort and asked, "Do you know what we are going to do with her?"
"Well, try and find her family for starters, it can't be that hard if Dumbledore knows her grandfather," Arthur suggested.
"It's going to be a lot harder then you think," Albus told her. "Her parents are dead, and her grandfather, well, he is gone."
"Oh dear," Molly said looking down. Molly looked back at Albus and asked, "Do you know what happen to her?"
"A memory lost charm, she can't remember what happen to her after visiting her parents' graves to being chased by a panther. Also, they must have used the hex heliticos," Albus told them.
"Was it…?" Molly asked, but trailed off.
"There are many evils in the world, who is to say they all follow one name," Albus stated. "But alas, it could have been Voldemort, but it just as easily been someone else."
"Dumbledore, you said something about the heliticos hex; isn't that the hex where the recipient can only speak and understand a different language then the one they normally speak?" Ron asked.
"I'm afraid so," Albus told him sadly.
"Isn't there a potion that can help?" Ron asked eagerly.
Albus stroked his chin and said, "It isn't a grantee, and it will only let her speak English, but she won't be able to understand any English she hears, or the effects will be vice versa."
"But it's still worth a shot," Ron told him.
"Yes, yes it is," Albus agreed. He got up, turned to Molly and said, "Molly, if it isn't too much of a bother, do you mind if Kyla stays here a couple of nights while I run an errand?"
"Of course she can stay here Albus," Molly told him.
"Here, this will help you," Albus said, and pulled out a Spanish-English dictionary. He then turned to Kyla and said, "Tú los puede confiar ellos."
Kyla looked from Albus to Ron, smiled and said, "Sé."
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find a tall leprechaun," Albus said, and then was gone with a pop.
Albus Dumbledore stood in the middle of a dark pub. Everyone stared at him for a second, but then went back to their drinks. Dumbledore went up to the bartender and sat on a stool looking around. The bartender was a girl in her mid-twenties with strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had hazel brown eyes, with a pair of small square glasses. She was wearing plain jeans with a light blue, V-neck shirt. She smiled at Albus and asked, "Top of the mornin' to ya, what can I get ya'ch?"
"Isn't it a little early to be drinking?" Dumbledore asked. In truth he was right, it was only around twelve thirty in Dublin.
The bartender laughed and asked, "Didn't you hear the great news?"
"I've heard lots of things," Albus told her.
The bartender rang a bell, and then everyone sang in a joyous voice, "Ding Dong, the witch is dead. Which old witch? The wicked witch! Ding Dong the wicked witch is deeeaaaaddd!"
"So everyone is celebrating that fact?" Albus asked.
"Well, I'm sure her future fiancé isn't celebrating," the bartend said, shrugging.
"She was engaged?" Albus asked amused.
"She was betrothed," the bartender corrected. "She didn't have a choice, but I guess she does now."
"How do you know she is dead?" Albus asked.
"Well if she's not, then she better stay far, far away," the bartender told him with a smile.
"So what is going to happen now?" Albus asked.
The bartender got a huge grin on her face, and explained, "Well, the first wicked witch, made a it a law that if for some reason the current ruler was, well, unable to fulfill their duties and there was no willing heir, then the people have a chance to select the next Chairman."
Albus nodded, and asked, "Know where I can find the leprechauns?"
Everyone paused and looked at Albus. The bartender gave him a stern look and said, "They are all around, we don't group them together."
"How about the tall ones?" Albus asked as he felt a tug of the corner of his mouth. Everything stopped, no one spoke, no sound was made, and all eyes stared at Albus.
"Sorry, I haven't met any tall leprechauns," the bartender told him sternly.
"Surely you must have meet a couple," Albus started.
"Sir, I think my supervisor would like to speak with you," the bartender cut him. She whispered something to her coworker and then said to Albus, "Follow me sir."
The bartender lead him into the storage room, sealed the door, charmed it to keep the noise from escaping, and sat Albus down. Albus smiled and asked, "Does this have anything to do with a tall leprechaun?"
"People don't like that kind of talk around here," the bartender told him. She sat down and said, "But yes, I might remember a tall leprechaun."
"Let me introduce myself, I'm-" Albus started but was cut off.
"I don't want to know names, it's safer this that way," the bartender told him. She cleared her throat and asked, "Let's say I find a tall leprechaun, what would you want me to say?"
"Tell him I miss the luck of the Irish, and I found a Sarah look-a-like," he told her with a smile.
"Ok, you better get out of here," the bartender warned her. She opened up the door and yelled, "Get out of here you old drunk!"
Albus smiled, and went away with a pop.
A/N: I got a request to update this so here you go! more to come! thanks for who ever reviewed!
