Title: Seer Connection

Summary: Sirius Black's daughter lives with a seer and is protecting her. The seer is a muggle. Lupin and moody bring both of them to Hogwarts…what happens when the seer has a strong magical connection to Harry potter?

Ship: Harry/OC, OC2?

Rating: T

Riley, the daughter of Sirius and Shalee Black, was sitting on the couch in the foyer of her apartment, waiting for her friend, Kyra, to come home

Knock. Knock.

'Probably her now' she thought to herself. She got up off the couch and opened the door. She was very surprised to see her former Professor and a man with a strange magical eye standing at her doorstep.

"Hello, Remus," she said sweetly. "What brings you here?" she asked, stepping away from the entranceway to allow the two men in.

"Just a nice visit to you…um…well…not really. Well I came to tell you some bad news about Sirius, you see, he's—"

"Dead," she finished. Remus raised an eyebrow. "A friend of mine is a seer, and she actually saw it all happen…"

"Oh," he said awkwardly. Clearing his throat, he added, "How is your mother doing?"

"Dead," she replied shortly.

"How?"

"Suicide…she heard about Dad and before I got home from work to see her she had already hung herself. Luckily, the ministry helped clean her up because she placed a strong charm to keep her body there until her neck rotted and slipped through the ropes"

"That's horrible, I'm sorry…" Remus began.

"Don't worry about it. We were never really close. I had a nanny all my life, and she was more of a Mom to me…now if my nanny died, then I would feel like crap…but Mum never really looked at me after Dad got in Azkaban…so I'm told—"

"How are you doing? Besides recent events, of course," he asked, sympathy filling his eyes.

"Fine. I live with a friend. She's dumping her boyfriend right now—she should be here in a few minutes. I work at the Ministry now at the Department of HIT Wizards and International Intelligence. Its pretty nice there, but I'm looking for change again…you know me…"

"You think that after being a model for a year, a famous Quidditch player for a season, solo musical artist for 2 months, and a ministry worker for a year, that you would have figured out what you want to do with your life—"

"Yes, well, my talents aren't limited to working menial tasks at a desk or having a few undercover gigs…waiting to get a promotion. I want to deal with people, not files. However, I do want to use my academic intelligence in my job as well, which initially inspired me to take a job at the Ministry. However, it isn't working out. Don't worry, I'll figure something out, I always do," she said reassuringly.

"Of course—"

CRASH!

All three heads in the room snapped in the direction of the doorway, where the previous commotion was heard. Riley stood up and opened the door, only to be completely stunned.

There was the body of her roommate/friend Kyra, lying on the steps, and her blood pouring across the cement stairs.

"Kyra?" she asked softly.

Remus was by her side in a second—along with Mad-Eye.

"What happened?"

"I don't know…it must've been her boyfriend…"

"The one she broke up with?" Remus asked.

"Yeah," she replied. She pulled her wand out of her robes. "Wingardium leviosa," she said, levitating her friend's body on the couch, where Remus had put towels.

After a few minutes of Remus and Mad-Eye healing some of the more minor wounds, Kyra's long eyelashes fluttered in her effort to open them. She groaned.

"Ril-ey?" she coughed. "W-where am I?"

"Home," she replied soothingly.

"I'm not dead?"

"No, why would you think that?"

"Because Michael said he was going to kill me—"

"No sweetie…your fine, and Michael's not here."

"Thank God," she said.

"Where does it hurt, Kyra?"

"My arm, my stomach—ouch, and my head. I think he stabbed me too…"

Riley looked at Remus. Does she know about magic?"

"Yes," she said hastily. "She's the seer I mentioned earlier…she has no magical powers beyond that…but she knows about our world…most likely even more than we do…"

"She's the seer? Holy crap! We need to get her to Dumbledore to get her healed…and possibly to help us…you should come too, I think he wants to talk to you."

"Fine, Remus," she sighed. "Just make sure she gets medical help before you ask questions about her visions."

"Deal," he replied. "Are you connected to the IFN(International Floo Network)?"

"Yes, the floo dust is over there," she said, pointing to a coffee can on the mantel.

Remus picked Kyra up (she winced in pain) and threw the dust into the fireplace and shouted "Hogwarts-Headmaster's Office!"

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, writing replies to all of those who were applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. All of them were either incompetent or Death Eaters trying to secure a position within the school. His face was fixed in a very concentrated position, comparing all of his horrible applicants. Remus stumbled out of the fireplace, holding Kyra, soot covering the two of them. He made such a racket, that it forced Dumbledore to look up.

"Hello, Remus—what's wrong?" he asked, noticing the worried look on the man's face.

"Albus—this is a friend of Riley Black. She is a seer, and she is suffering from some heavy wounds…"

"From what?"

"She was beat up by her boyfriend when she broke up with him."

"Sure," he said, while Riley and Mad-Eye came out of the fireplace. "Mad-Eye, will you please take this young lady to the infirmary, and tell Poppy that its an emergency?"

"Of course Albus," he said gruffly, while receiving her the limp body in his arms. He left the office in the direction of the infirmary.

"Now Riley, would you like to tell me what kind of visions this girl sees? It is so difficult to find a seer that has visions on a regular basis, much less important ones—"

"She is my assignment from the Ministry, Headmaster. As she has no other magical powers, she needs protection, as well as the Ministry needs information. She is an extraordinary Seer. She cannot only see the future, but the present, as well as the past. She does it all in her dreams—she has no dreams of her own, but can tap into almost anywhere in the present, however, she is limited in what she can see in the future or past. She is under my protection because she has a strong connection to Harry Potter. She knows him better than he does. She sees all his dreams, and his past, present, and future actions, limited only to the fact that she has to be asleep to see all of this…or in extremely deep meditation."

"Does Voldemort know of her?"

"No, her existence is known only to me and the head of my department."

"Good. Then we'll notify him of her staying here…"

"No. He doesn't want to hear about her. He just wants me to keep her away from the Dark Lord, and her true identity unknown."

"So he will not care if she is in a different country?"

"No. He only cares that I show up for work every day," she stated simply.

"Good. I'll have the house-elves prepare her living quarters." He turned to Remus. "Inform Mad-Eye that Harry must be brought here tomorrow night."

"With a full guard, Albus?"

"Yes. I know it'll be hard to find more people, but it is absolutely necessary."

Remus turned around and left the office.

"Now, Riley. You can take the Floo to Grimmauld Place—there you will find and sort through Sirius' possessions that he left to you. Retrieve what you want, and I will notify your boss of your absence for the next day—"

"Headmaster. I was wondering if I could work here—in Britain. Maybe transfer or find another job. There really is no reason for me to stay in America," she said sadly.

"What about your mother?"

"She's dead, Headmaster…suicide…right after she heard about Sirius' death."

"Well, you could transfer to the Auror branch—or we have a vacant position as Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor—and you do qualify—to say the least—to fill that position—"

"Really," she said, wide-eyed. "You would hire me?"

"Of course," he said, a hint of relief in his eyes.

"That would be amazing! I would love to fill that position!" she said

"Then I will have the house-elves set up your living quarters as well. Both of your belongings will be retrieved from your home and brought here."

"Thank you, Headmaster," she said, before taking the Floo over to Order Headquarters.

"No, thank you," he whispered after she left. Sighing, he set all of the applications for the DADA position on fire.