Chapter one – four plain teens

"Now, you use tangent when you need to find the opposite and the adjacent sides of a triangle. You only need one angle and one side measurement to figure out the other two. Remember SOH CAH TOA." A male teacher voice kept going on and on as the students in his classroom were all falling asleep.

"Haven!" A boy's voice whispered urgently to the teen who was sitting in front of him. The girl's fawn brown hair rippled gracefully as she turned to look into the boy's jade eyes. "What Kyle?" The girl's eyes flashed a stunning crystal blue.

"Was Tanner hitting on you?" The boy asked quickly as he noticed the teacher turn around and stare at them.

"Ms. Hart, Mr. Owens. Could you both please keep quiet? If you two 'lovers' could take this outside, I would appreciate it." snapped their math teacher.

"We're not dating!" Both teens yelled at the same time.

"Out!" screeched the teacher.

The whole class watched as the two teens stood up and began to pack up. Haven was taking her time on purpose, and the entire time she was staring at her math teacher. Once everything but her notebook was in her backpack, she slung her forest green messenger bag over her shoulder and draped her only, grey sweatshirt over the bag. Kyle, who was already heading to the door stopped and watched as Haven, with notebook in hand, made her way towards the teacher's desk. Kyle's beat up books were weighing him down as he watched Haven mutter to their teacher. Smiling happily, Haven walked down the aisle and went straight out the door. On her way past him, she grabbed Kyle's hand and pulled him out after her. The door slammed shut behind them and Haven turned left and leaned against the wall.

"Can you believe he thought we were dating?" She stated after a few minutes of silence.

"We do spend a lot of time together." laughed Kyle. "It's so funny though. He knows we are just friends."

"What were you saying earlier?" Haven started walking again and Kyle rapidly began to fallow her.

"I just asked if Tanner was hitting on you."

"Doubt it, why would anyone want to hit on poor fat Hart with her stick brown hair." Bitterly, Haven turned around the corner and walked past the library and then the music room. "We should get you guitar."

Kyle shook his head in amazement. How can she change the topic so fast? I swear someday she is going to explode with all the feelings she keeps bottled up. thought Kyle.

"Ky? Ky? Are you paying attention?" Havens voice interrupted his thoughts as he snapped back into reality.

"Yes, of course I am."

Choosing not to respond, Haven opened the huge band doors with her elegant tan hands and both teens snuck into the band room. Instruments were strewed all over the place. Guitars in the right corner, marching band instruments in the left, percussion instruments were placed in the middle. Kyle walked over to the right corner and picked up a soft guitar case with the words Shades of Black written across it a blood red permanent marker. He turned to walk out the door when he saw Haven twirling a drum stick between her fingers expertly. She looked up to see Kyle staring at her, startled she dropped the stick and blushed a pale pink.

"Opps. Sorry, I was just messing around." She muttered.

"Can you play the drums?" stunned Kyle began to walk out of the room with Haven next to him. He watched her pocket the sticks but said nothing.

"These are mine." She said as she pointed to her pocket. "And yes, I do play. How else to you think I know how to read percussion music. I am the one that have to teach the freshman every time they mess up.

Laughing silently, Kyle turned the corner and ran straight into a tall, dark man cover in a black cloak. He fell to the floor with a thump and he heard his guitar clatter to the floor next to him. "Hey! Watch where you're going!"

The man did not respond, but merely looked down at the boy and the young girl who was helping him up. His hand slowly slipped behind his back and pulled out a long stick and pointed it directly at Haven. Both teens looked confused and suddenly began to laugh.

Haven was holding her side as she looked up at the man. "What are you going to do? Poke me with that little twig of yours?"

"Crucio!"The man shouted loudly with his wand still pointing at Haven.

Screaming, Haven fell to the ground and closed her eyes tightly. The pain ended almost as quickly as it began. Still curled in a ball, Haven didn't look up but she did open her eyes to find the man now pointing the twig at Kyle.

"Crucio" the man shouted again.

This time however, the man was to slow. Haven kicked Kyle's legs causing him to fall on the ground next to her, allowing him to be out of harms way. Well at least that harm. Kyle landed with a thump, and both teens looked up to see the man looking incredibly pissed and pointing the wand yet again at the two teens. Just as he shouted "Crucio." again, the giant statue of a witch (The school mascot) jumped in front of Haven and Kyle and blocked the spell, allowing it to be blasted into many pieces. Suddenly, a man with long white hair and a long white beard came and stood in between the kids and the man. He was alos dressed in a cloak, but his was a deep blue. He glances at the kids and Haven gasped. His eye's were a shocking crystal blue, the same color as Haven and her best friend, Mercedes', eyes.

"Run." The man's voice seemed compelling and almost…father like. "Get Mercedes and Evan. Hurry." The man turned around and began shooting sparks out of his own twig.

Without a second thought, both teenagers picked themselves, their bags and the guitar up from the ground and began to run. They reached the step and Haven momentarily stopped to look back at the man who was trying to save them.

"Go!" The man shouted again.

And without hesitation, she turned and ran down the stairs and right into Kyle(who was waiting for her). Together, they tumbled down the steps and land at the bottom of them. Kyle just happened to land on top of Haven and now both of them were blushing a deep red. The door in front swung open to reveal yet another man in a black cloak pointing a 'twig' at the two people. Kyle, appearing to not be thinking, kicked out causing the man to fall flat on his back. He reached down and practically lifted haven up before running past the man and down the hall.

"125…127…129…" Haven muttered to herself as they continued to run down the hall. Behind them were at least five people chasing them (or at least there was last time they checked). A yellow spark flies past Havens head and causes her to jump back into a door, which continently was opened. Kyle fallowed suit and they both toppled over in front of an entire sophomore class. Kyle and Haven looked up to see Mercedes and Evan looking shocked as their two best friends, burst into their classroom and fell over.

Great.Thought Haven. Now the whole class thinks I'm crazy. Just great. Deciding not to look at the class, Haven stood up and smiled sheepishly at the teacher. "I'm sorry." she starter. "I was pushed; you would think that after getting two new security officers in our school the fighting would stop but no." Finally choosing to look around, Haven spotted Kyle walking down the middle aisle and talking to Mercedes and Evan. Thinking of a good excuse, Haven turned back to the teacher. "Actually, I need to speak to Mercedes and Evan for a minute."

The teacher glared at them and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but no Haven. You know I am teaching them. Some people do go to class."

Pretending to look offended; Haven lowered her eyes and looked at the floor. "I go to class; I just have a problem staying in it. But Mrs. Kept I have to speak to them. It's for the school newspaper; we're doing an article on the school play. And since Mercedes is the lead actress and Evan is the led male role, we just thought, well hoped actually that we could do a really quick interview." Haven ended and looked up at the teacher hopefully.

Looking between all four of the kids the teacher sighed and turned back to Haven. "This better not be some trick to let them skip out…again." The teacher said again really loudly.

Desperately trying not to roll her eyes, Mercedes walked forward with Evan at her side and Kyle standing behind her. "We swear Ms. Stevens; this is not a trick to…"

Her little speech was cut off when suddenly a half a dozen people in cloaks came crashing through the door. Both the girls scream and instantly both boys protectively shoved the girls behind them, in hopes of protecting them. The men surrounded them and slowly closed in. Their hoods were pulled up so no one could see their faces. By now the whole class had backed up and were leaning against the far wall with a look a terror across every single persons face. The teacher was looking confused as she continued to stand at her desk and stare at the group of people who surrounded the four defenseless kids. On second thought, maybe they weren't defenseless. Once each hooded, cloaked figure pointed their wand at the kids, all four of the teens lashed out with a series of kicks. None of them fatal, but they surprised the men enough for the teens to run out the door; Haven and Kyle in the front with Mercedes and Evan fallowing closely behind. The kids turned the corner, only to bump into another group of people, causing the teens to fall to the ground.

"Not again!" cried Haven angrily. "Why the fuck us! What the hell did we ever fucking do?"

These weren't the same adults that were chasing them, they were different. They seemed to be on the good side, but you could never be to sure.

On of the men pulled back his cloak to reveal a shocking blue eye and a extremely scarred face. There was a chunk missing out of the nose that he looked down at to look at the kids who were still sitting on the ground. He began to laugh as he looked down at them. Haven stared at him with hate, Mercedes with confusion, Evan's face matched his own girlfriends (Mercedes is his girl) and Kyle smiled a bit. Out of the four, only Kyle knew, or rather felt, that this man won't hurt them.

"Don't think they are use to muggle combat." The scarred man said in a gruff voice as his friends turned around the corner. Evan glanced back to see the mans friends fighting the ones who were chasing after them.

"Not to be rude…" Mercedes started politely.

"But who the fucking hell are you?" finished Evan and Haven at the same time. Both of them were known for their short temper, Haven having the shortest. So neither of the other teens thought this outburst was weird, actually they seemed to be waiting for it.

"That's not important right now." The man held out a piece of paper to them. "Each of you, touch that."

"What is it?" asked Kyle curiously as they all held on to it.

With out any warning, the quartet felt a hard jerk behind their navel and seconds later they were in a small office, with no one in it but them. They all glanced around to find all sorts of gizmo's and gadgets littering every available space. Out on the table was a bowl with silver fluid spinning around like a soft breeze was blowing across it. Slowly and quietly, the kids made their way to the door only to find that it was locked. Giving up, Mercedes sat down and watched as the remaining three started to ram the door down. Evan quickly gave up and stood behind Mercedes, holding his hands on her shoulders. Exhausted, Haven leaned against Kyle and both teens slid down to the floor so that they could lean on the wall, together. A loud crashing noise woke them out of their daydreams and they spotted the old man in grey standing before them with a young lady in purple hair lying on the ground on top of one of the gizmos.

"Oh Albus, I'm so sorry. I am just so bloody clumsy." cried the women.

"It's quite alright Tonks. I daresay I have too many objects anyways." replied Albus with a slight smile that was barley noticeable.

Laughing slightly, the girl named Tonks walked out the door leaving the four teens alone in the room with a complete stranger.

Albus focused his attention to each of the kids in turn and finally settled on looking at Mercedes. "You have your mother's eyes." He told her softly. Haven was always mad about how her best friend got to have these deep jade colored yes and she got bright crystal blue ones. Haven was always stared at first when she walked into a room, only due to her eye color, but once they saw how fat she was they turned away and began to stare at Mercedes. It didn't help that Mercedes had short curly black hair that framed her face.

"Umm.." Meredes looked alarmed but continued to look at the man. "You knew my mother?"

The man nodded and suddenly his eyes lost that little twinkle that was in them. "Yes I did. I knew all of your parents." He waved a hand at each kid in turn.

"How?" Evan's small black eyes looked unsure as he pushed his semi long chestnut brown hair out of his eyes. He was always told that he needed a hair cut; he just didn't feel like getting one.

Choosing not to look into the kids eye's anymore, the man started talking as he glanced down at his papers on the desk.

The teenagers stared back at the man once the story was finished, their eyes wide they began to mouth words.

"So, your…" Mercedes pointed to herself and Haven. "our granddad."

"Yes."

"And they are?" she continued.

"Both Kyle and Evan are grandkids of two separate family friends."

"So our lat name is Dumbledore?" Haven finally spoke for the first time in about an hour, a rare thing for her.

The man nodded.

"And Voldermort wants us, because a prophecy was made saying that seven friends will help Harry Potter kill him." Haven persisted.

Yet again, Dumbledore only nodded.

"And there is a spell you made to disguise us, but Voldermort found out anyways and is going to try and kill us."

Abruptly, Dumbledore stood up and hit all teens on the head with is wand. Kyle's short black hair grew and curled slightly at the end so that it barley grew past his chin, it gave him a punk rocker sort of look. His eyes turned from a brown to a mixture of blue and green. He immediately lost weight and gained a six pack (as you could see from the t-shirt) and he grew to a nice height of 5'10. Evan's hair grew shorter and remained straight, his black eyes never changed shape and the only real difference was his hair and the cloths he was put in. Mercedes hair grew long and curled slightly down to the middle of her back. Her contacts popped out, allowing her to see with out them. Her skin turned pale and a pair of green cargo pants hugged her waist and a pale pink tank top added to her outfit. Last was Haven. Her body lost an enormous amount of weight and her brown hair turned an almond color and curled slightly to the middle of her back, just like her sisters. Her eyesight became blurry as she realized that she didn't need her glasses anymore. She took them off so that she could look down at the cloths she now wore. Her pants were a tight black, with a shiny green tank top covering her chest. The tank top rose slightly to reveal her belly button which she had pierced last May. A light black zipper hoodie was wrapped gently around her waist.

Haven blushed once she caught her friends and even her grandpa looking at her belly button. "I got it pierced in May." She explained hoping she sounded casual.

"So, you just forgot to mention it to us?" inquired Mercedes, a small smile began to form across her delicate, red lips.

"I need you four to look after a friend for a while." Dumbledore began to explain. "I warded his house so magic can be used their. I also took off the block on you minds, so you should know enough spells to be a sixth year. I taught you myself ever since you were three. Unfortunately, our time was cut short when you were all around nine or so."

"You want us to look after Harry." interrupted Kyle. His blue-green eyes continued to focus on Haven's belly button as she tried to cover it up; her shirt was just a little too short.

Dumbledore nodded and handed them another portkey. "Yes, this will take you a couple of houses away from him." A wave his wand conjured up black cloaks with huge hoods to cover their boys and faces. "Find him, stay with him, watch him, oh, and try to lose those American accents. They make you seem so …"

"American?" supplied Evan.

The quartet all laid a finger on the piece of brown paper and in mere seconds they were transported to an alley near Harry's house.

"I'm starting to hate portkeys." muttered Haven ruthlessly as she picked herself up from off the ground.

The others shook their heads, but began to walk out of the shadows as they pulled their hoods up over their heads. Haven pulled her mass of curls of her hair before allowing her hood to rest on her head. The strange group made its way down the dark street. They stopped at number four and looked up to see only one light on in the entire house.

"Hundred bucks say I know who's room that is." Evan said to the others.

Choosing not to reply, Kyle walked ahead of the group and reached out to grab the simple metal door handle. He twisted it and was surprised to find that it wasn't locked. "You would think," he told the others. "That after knowing that a killer is after their nephew they would at least lock their door."

Mercedes laughed and fallowed her friends into the dim hallway. She softly closed the door behind her before turning around and catching her friends turning into the kitchen. Once she kept up with them she heard a hushed argument between Haven and Evan.

"We can't all go up there and scare the boy." cried Haven.

"So we're going to send one up there so he can blast that one person." Evan snapped back.

"Send two!"

"Then which two?"

"Like I should know! Just pick two of us to go up there."

"Who appointed me leader?"

The argument was slowly getting louder and louder. Without thinking Mercedes caught Kyle's attention and began to mime to him. He nodded his understandings and at once, he and Mercedes crept forward and covered their arguing friends' mouths.

"Hush." whispered Kyle; he continued to hold his hand over Haven's mouth even though she began to lick it in hopes of having him remove it. "Haven and I will go up there to tell him what's going on." Haven smiled happily. Blushing, Kyle continued. "You two stay down here and keep look out."

Without another word, Kyle removed his hand from Haven's mouth and grabbed her wrist instead. He dragged her out of the room and up the stairs. Two steps creaked, nearly causing the two of them to have a heart attack. Once Kyle and Haven made it up the stairs they snuck down the hallway to the room they had seen lit from out side. Now the room was dark and eerie. Haven, deciding to take charge, she attempted to opened the door to find it was locked. Looking surprised, she waited till her eyes got used to the dark before she spotted that someone had locked his door from the outside.

"They lock him in his room!" hissed Haven angrily as she fumbled with something in her hair. Kyle glanced curiously at her when she pulled two bobby pins out of her hair. She gave him an evil smile before she began to fiddle with the lock. The lock sprung open and Haven looked back at Kyle to see his eyes shining with surprise. "Why do you think I was sent to that public school? I kept lock picking my way into the wine and spiking it with something stronger. I loved watching the priest getting drunk during sermons."

Kyle shook his head but fallowed her into the gloomy room. His eyes were now used to the darkness and he could make out cloths and books all over the floor. A thrashing noise caught his attention causing him to look at the bed. There, lying on that bed, the boy-who-lived was rolling around and talking quietly in his sleep.

"Sirus…" Harry whispered. "come back, I'll kill her…"

He kept bouncing around and Haven finally had enough. She walked quickly over the books and sat on the edge of the bed. "Help me." She mouthed to Kyle as she held down the boys' arms. Kyle walked over to her and took his arms and held them down to the bed. Haven check for his temperature and gasped as Harry's eye's sprung open. She tumbled right off the bed and landed with a thump on the floor next to the bed. Both Haven and Kyle still had their hoods up, so Harry had no way of telling who they were.

Bloody hell.Harry cursed himself quietly. I had to leave my wand on the desk and my fucking stupidity caused me to get caught by a pair of death eaters.

"I'll never tell you anything." Harry spoke in a low threatening voice.

Recovering her composure, Haven picked herself up from off the ground and stared down at the boy who was now struggling against Kyle. Good think Kyle's strong. Otherwise I would be dead now. Wow, Kyle has some nice biceps…no must not think. He is my friend…My FRIEND! Out loud she said. "Calm down, we're not going to force you to tell us anything."

"Oh, so two random death eaters just happened to stop in for a random chat. Wasn't enough that you killed my godfather, now your here to mess with me?" Tears swelled up in Harry's eyes but he refused to shed them. "I will kill you all." With out any warning, Harry lashed out and kicked up into Kyle's hood.

Swearing madly, Kyle backed up and Haven stepped in front of him. She drew he wand out form her cape and offered it to Harry as a peace offering. Harry snatched it out of her hands and pointed it directly at her heart. Kyle was now watching in interest as he saw Haven tug on her hood to make sure it still covered her face. Still not moving Haven's wand away from her heart, Harry reached over and flicked on a light.

"Ok, Death Eater." Harry spat. "Say good-bye.

"Honestly Harry." Haven had now began to pace slowly in front of him. "Would a Death Eater give you their wand without putting up a fight? I don't think so."

"You could be trying to…" Harry's sentence trailed off as he lowered the wand slightly. "Fine, if you're not a Death Eater, who are you?"

Blue eyes meet Kyle's blue-green ones as Haven looked at him. "Remove your cloak Kyle, that way he can see your face and your forearm." She commanded.

"What about you." Kyle countered even though he had already begun to take his cloak off.

"Not now."

Emerald eyes now focused on Haven as he raised the wand to her heart yet again. "You too."

Angrily, Haven ripped her cloak off and pulled out her ponytail allowing her curly hair to frame her face. She took off her sweat shirt to reveal her forearm and she thrusted it in Harry's face. "See." She murmured. "I am no Death Eater and neither is he. We are friends of Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?"

Hoping the name would cause him to lower the wand, Haven and Kyle were both surprised when the 15 year old hurtled her wand against a wall. Harry turned his back to the two of them and sat down on his bed.

"I know no Dumbledore."

Kyle was taken back by Harry's reaction to Dumbledore's name. He crossed the room and sat in the chair by the desk. Not wanting to be left out of this conversation, Haven fallowed him and sat herself in his lap. Opting not to react to her warmth, Kyle focused his attention on Harry. "You know, he's worried about you." Harry said nothing o Kyle continued. "He's sorry he didn't tell you about the prophesy sooner."

Now Harry was glaring at Kyle. "He told you?"

"Well he had to tell his grandchildren and Kyle and Evan was there with us." clarified Haven.

"There are more of you?" The raven haired boys said. His emerald eyes never left the wall as he ran a hair through his already messy hair. "Which of you are his grandchildren?"

Haven looked happy that she had gotten a reaction from him. "I am his granddaughter; my name is Haven Morgan Rose Elizabeth Dumbledore. My sister is Mercedes Mary Hope Dumbledore."

"Do you know what he did to me?" Harry was now speaking in a calm deep voice. This scared Kyle more then if Harry had been screaming. Both Kyle and Haven nodded their heads. "Oh sure, you heard his side, but what about my side. Did he tell you that I was hear for almost a full 11 years of my life!" Harry had started to raise his voice now. "Did he tell you about what they made me do? They made me cook for them, clean for them shop for them. They sat on their lazy asses and let me do all the work, and I never got any fucking thanks." He was now starting to scream. Neither of the teens interrupted him; they knew he needed to tell them how he felt. "And then, I get a letter and for the first two years I fought Voldermort. I was only a kid! Third year, I saved my damn godfather who incidentally was killed my FUCKING fifth year, by none other by his damn relatives! AND I HELPED VOLDERMORT COME BACK IN MY FOURTH YEAR."

"Harry…" Kyle put his hand over Haven's mouth to keep her from intruding on Harry's rant.

"I fucking lost the only thing close to a parent and all anyone can say is stay with the dursleys. No one knows how I feel! KNOW ONE!" Slightly out of breath from the yelling, Harry glared at the two teens hoping one of them would yell back. He watched in shock as the girl took a scrunchy from her wrist and pulled her curls back into a ponytail allowing two strands to frame her face on either side.

Haven gently removed Kyle's hand from her lips and she leaned back into Kyle's chest. She put her finger tips together and it struck Harry how much she looked like her grandfather. "I understand how you feel." She eventually said.

"No you don't." replied Harry sulkily.

"When I was little, my mother was killed. I was shoved from one foster home to another. No one wanted me because I was fat and quiet." She saw Harry raise his eyebrows and she quickly explained. "I was in disguise, granddad cast a spell to cover how I really looked. Anyways they thoughts I was well…"

"Evil?" Kyle provided as he began to chuckle.

Haven glared at him before continuing. "Sure, we'll use evil. I liked or still like to do stuff to get attention, being bad was a way for me to get noticed. Eventually, I was placed in a public school because I kept spiking the wine, I added vodka, and I kept skipping class. That's when the order saved us from the half a dozen death eaters. I know what it feels like to lose someone dear."

Throughout the entire speech Harry remained quietly. He nodded his head to say he understood and looked back at Kyle. "So, why were you two sent here?"

"We're here to protect you, for now at least. WE can magically expand your room and we can all stay here. If you don't mind." Secretly Kyle knew that no matter what he and the rest of them were going to stay no matter what Harry said.

Harry's eye's flashed at them and they didn't contain anger or sadness, if anything they were filled with hope. "Ok."

Suddenly the door handle began to jingle and twist open. Harry reached over to his desk and pointed it at the door. Slowly it opened to reveal two figures cloaked in black coming into the door. Realizing who they were Haven and Kyle sighed with relief but gasped when they heard Harry whisper the dreaded words.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"HARRY! NO!" screamed Haven as she ran to protect the two people who had just entered the room.

So how did you like it so far? I hope it's good. It's my 1st real attempt towards a fan fic. It will turn inot HG RHG maybe a little NLL and of course ME and maybe a little I might turn it into HK lol. Anyways please review!