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"I love that woman, but she confuses me to no end…"
Chapter 1
The Boy
Harry sighed as he walked down the stairs of his Godfather's house. His summer had been uneventful, and even more uneventful when he had moved to Grimmauld place two days earlier. Ron and Hermoine were there of course, but they did little to lighten his mood. The house just made him depressed. He looked out the window as he walked to the kitchen for a snack. He wanted to get something to eat before they had yet another order meeting. Outside, it was pitch black, and pouring down rain. A day to match my mood, thought Harry darkly.
Just as Harry passed the front door, it slammed open, making him jump. He turned his head, and what he saw made him gasp. A tired looking woman, who Harry placed in her 30s, was standing in the doorway, dripping with rain. She was clad in a blood red evening dress, which had a slit up the right side to her thigh. She carried a black briefcase, and her dark, almost black, brown hair was up in an elegant knot at the back of her head. On her feet she wore red stilettos. What caught Harry's eye most of all though, was a sheathed sword, in her left hand.
"Ah, you must be Harry." Said the woman calmly. Harry nodded mutely; he was too shocked to reply.
"Harry, is someone at the door?" Remus Lupin's voice came drifting down the hall, and his footsteps could be heard coming in their direction. He turned the corner into the hall, and it was his turn to gasp.
"Hello Lupin. It's been a long time," said the woman.
Lupin managed to stammer a reply. "M-May? Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to join The Order." Harry noticed that she had a very slight American accent. "I just got off a job, and I got a letter from Dumbledore. He told me everything." She paused. "Well, aren't you going to invite me inside?" she gave a wry smile that somehow reminded Harry of Sirius.
"Come in," Lupin said, in a voice that was slightly more high-pitched than usual. The woman shut the door behind her, and her tall heels clicked on the floor as she waltzed in. Mrs. Weasely came in to see what all the fuss was about. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw May.
"Hi Molly. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
And in typical fashion, Mrs. Weasely came up and gave the woman a big hug. "Oh May," she said sadly, "I'm so sorry."
"I am too," replied May. "I'm taking a sabbatical from work to come and help you out." She glanced down and the floor, which she was dripping on. "Oh I'm making a mess, aren't I." She gave them an apologizing look. Lupin tapped her with his wand, and she was instantly dry. "Thanks!" she exclaimed, happily surprised.
"Well well, look who's here," Snape said in his usual cold manner. Her back was towards him, but she seemed to know who he was. Her face became a mix of an evil grin and a grimace. In the blink of an eye, she had unsheathed her sword, and had him pinned against the wall, the sharp blade at his neck. Harry knew instantly that he was going to like this woman.
"You don't want to try me, Snape, not today" she said through gritted teeth. "I've killed a lot of people. I can't do it with magic, but I could kill you in more ways then you'd care to imagine, if I was in the mood. But I think," the blade moved a fraction of an inch closer to his neck, "That the old fashioned way would do quite nicely." A grin spread across her face. Harry was amazed, because Snape actually looked afraid of this woman. Harry had never seen Snape look afraid of anyone, ever.
Lupin put his hand on her shoulder. "Now, May, we don't want our undercover agent murdered," he said nervously.
"Oh, I suppose you're right…" May said with an exasperated sigh. She took her sword away from Snape's neck and sheathed it expertly. She picked up her case, which had previously been sitting in the hall, forgotten. "Now Lupin, where can I get something to eat?"
"Right this way," said Mrs.Weasely. "I'll fix you some soup, so you don't catch a cold from being out in the rain so long."
"Thanks Molly, that sounds perfect." May smiled, and her face looked so kind it almost made Harry forget that a second ago she was on the verge of killing his potions teacher. The three adults walked in the direction of the kitchen, and left Snape to rub his throat in shock.
Harry turned around, and he saw Ron, Ginny, and Hermionie gaping at he top of the stairs. "Who in the bloody hell is that woman?" Ron asked Harry, utterly shocked.
"That woman," said Snape, who was still massaging his throat "is Sirius Black's Girlfriend."
Once all of the occupants in the house were assembled at the kitchen table, Mrs. Weasely served piping hot chicken soup and sandwiches to anyone who wanted some. While everybody was eating, Lupin introduced May.
"This is Tonks, I think Sirius told you about her, she was a few years behind us."
"Ah yes, you're the one who likes to change her nose every half an hour." May said with a smile. Tonks laughed. "That's me!" she said brightly. Seated next to Tonks was Moody.
"And this must be Mr. Alastor Moody. Your reputation precedes you." Said May with a grin.
"So does yours, May White. I saw your little demonstration in there." He nodded in the direction of the front hallway. "I see your reflexes haven't slowed."
"I should hope not, I'll be needing them."
They went around the table, and May shook everyone's hand, smiling as she did so. Some she knew, but most she didn't. Many of the people had heard of her, if they hadn't met her personally.
Finally, she shook hands with Harry.
"So you were Sirius's girlfriend then?" he blurted out. He immediately realized what he had said, and clapped a hand to his mouth. A snicker issued from the corner where Snape was leaning against the wall. May's smile fell slightly. "Yeah."
She moved on to Ron, Hermionie, and Ginny. "I've heard a lot about you guys." She said to the four of them. "How?" Hermionie asked inquisitively.
"Sirius." She answered simply. "He wrote to me. He really thought the world of you guys. Especially you, Harry." She turned to face him and smiled that kind smile that made Harry want to melt into a puddle on the kitchen floor.
"And Lupin, I haven't given you a proper greeting yet." She turned to him and gave him a warm hug. She pulled away and kissed him on the cheek.
"So, May, what have you been doing all these years? I mean I haven't seen you since they put Sirius in Azkaban," Mr.Weasely asked inquisitively.
"Ok gang, settle down for a long story," May said enthusiastically. The
"Gang" did as instructed, and took every available seat in the room.
She put her feet up on the table in a very un-ladylike manner, made all the more alluring by the slit in the side of the evening dress she was still wearing. "Once Sirius was incarcerated," she began, "I moved back to my birthplace, America. I worked at a restaurant and as a secretary at a law firm in Washington DC, to pay for my apartment and my Martial arts lessons. I got a job at the Magical Relations Division of the CIA, which is similar to MI6. My job was, if you can believe this, spying and assassination. We had to take out anyone that might reveal the magical community."
Mad eye Moody smiled in satisfaction, and Mrs.Weasely let out a small, horrified gasp.
"I just recently got off a job, and I got a letter from Dumbledore, who I've never met, but I've heard great things about, telling me the unfortunate news of Sirius's death, and asking me if I would help you all out at the Order of the Phoenix. I of course accepted, packed my bags and caught the first plane I could, and well, here I am."
"A bit overdressed, aren't you?" remarked Tonks, Gesturing to her evening gown.
"Oh this," May said with a laugh, "This is from my job. I had to go undercover at this swanky party."
Mr.Weasely looked particularly astonished. "So you really just got off the job? Today? Why didn't Dumbledore contact you earlier?"
"He couldn't. They had an Untraceable spell put on me, so that no one could find me, including Dumbledore. My job started about six months ago you see, so I only just found out about all of this." She smiled, but Harry could see that she hid her sadness behind it. "And now, if you'll all excuse me, I'm going to go change into something more appropriate." She got up from the table, and her heels clicked as she walked out the door upstairs. Everyone started to get up and clear the table, chattering away to each other about the new person. Harry watched as Lupin slipped out of the room after her, and he decided to follow them. Harry followed after Lupin quietly, and watched him go into the drawing room. The door was left open a crack, so Harry could easily listen to their conversation.
"May, are you ok?" it was Lupin's voice.
"No…" May sounded like she was on the verge of bursting into tears. "I…I just wish I could have seen him… be...before it happened. God, I loved that man so much… If it wasn't for that goddamn job…" she trailed off, and Harry thought he could hear her crying.
"I know May, I know." Harry looked into the room, and he could see Lupin hugging the still eveningwear clad May, who was crying silently on his shoulder and a fire in the fireplace, throwing their flickering shadows across the opposite wall.
Lupin spoke again. "He really loved you. You know that right? He would have given anything to see you, to find you."
"I know," she sobbed, "I would have too. If I knew about all this, I would have come right away." She continued crying. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you Lupin. I wish I didn't have to cry. I…. I haven't cried in such a long time…."
"I know May. But you need to cry now. It's not weak, it's just something you have to do."
"Remus?"
"Yes May?"
"Did you ever get over me?"
"No. I didn't." And to Harry's utter shock and horror, Lupin kissed May lightly on the lips.
"God Lupin, you are so much stronger than I am. Living with that all this time…you must have been so jealous of Sirius and James. You didn't ever have anyone to love…"
"I was. But I was happy for you all. That's how a good friend should be."
"And you Lupin, are the best friend anyone could ever ask for." She pulled away from their embrace, and turned to face the door. "Well Harry, you might as well come in now, I have to explain the whole story to you sometime." Harry uttered a small surprised gasp, and slowly pushed the door all the way open.
"How did you know I was there?" Harry asked meekly. He looked at May, and then at Lupin, who seemed embarrassed, and not at all pleased with Harry.
" well, I guess the best way to explain it, is… well, I sensed you. Your aura." Harry looked confusedly at May. She sighed. "It's a skill, one that I was born with…. I may not be able to do magic, but I can do something. Your presence is quite strong actually …" She smiled approvingly and sat down on the couch by the empty fireplace, and mused about the strength of his presence…. It was strange, for a boy so young…
Harry gaped in disbelief. "You can't do magic? Are you a squib or something?" She shook her head. "Nope. I'm afraid I'm just a simple muggle."
"YOU'RE A MUGGLE!"
"Well, I expect everyone who didn't know knows now, wouldn't you say?"
She gestured for the two men to sit down bedside her. Harry sat on one side, and Lupin on the other. She heaved a sigh and slumped back into the couch. She rested her head on the side of Lupin's arm, and he did not protest.
"When I was about six," she began, "my parents and I moved to England, for my dad's job. We moved into number 13, Grimmauld place." She paused, a moment, to let Harry's shocked look subside "I became good friends with Sirius. I remember when He got his letter… I was so jealous. He wrote me a lot, and I saw the gang of guys during the summers. I was so jealous that I couldn't do magic I decided to take up martial arts. Needless to say, Sirius and I fell in love, and we stayed that way until he was put in jail. We did everything together. If you look in the pictures of you parent's wedding, you'll see us in them. I remember when you were born, I remember when your parents were murdered, I remember all of that. And that's why I am here." She turned her head to face Harry. "I hope that my…er… rash impulse in the front hallway hasn't disturbed you too much."
Harry shook his head. "I think that was just about the greatest thing I have ever seen in my entire life." He lowered his voice. "I've never much liked Snape."
"Professor Snape, Harry," Lupin corrected him.
"It doesn't matter Lupin dear, Severus has left the building."
"How do you know that?" Harry and Lupin asked simultaneously.
"Snape actually has a surprisingly strongpresence... Now Lupin, where am I going to be sleeping?"
"Er… well I don't know exactly, all of the rooms are taken. I suppose you'll have to share with someone."
"Ok then, I'll share with you."
Lupin looked as though he'd rather go dunk is head in a bucket full of outhouse waste, but he said, "Erm….ok…if you really want to..."
"Nah, I'm just kidding. I'll crash here on the couch. Now get out, I have to change."
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