Heyheyhey, it's wind again! I know your all pretty bored and think I should shut up but I'm a huge rambler. Magicalkey can tell you that! Lol anyways. I just want to thank everyone who reviewed. You guys are the best. Kyle playing the guitar and Haven playing the drums will come up later. So don't worry. There will be a ball. It just won't be what u expects!
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Last chapter
All at once, the kids ran forward and touched their hand to the book. Moments later, the six of them landed in the backyard of Harry's home. Haven took a step forward, going first through the door so that Harry and his friend's wouldn't get hurt if something was waiting for him. She reached out slowly and touched the smooth door handle. With a quick twist she pushed the door open only to instantly fall to the ground holding her forehead.
"Haven!" The other five shouted as they bolted for the door.
Now on with the story…
Ginny, Hermione and Ron all stood back as Mercedes and Harry ran towards Haven. Mercedes was the first to reach her and she stopped short and took a sharp intake of breath. Right below the first cut from the morning's frying pan incident was another cut almost identical to it. Both teenagers glanced up to see Petunia standing in the shadows of the doorway holding a frying pan with droplets of blood on it. Angry, Mercedes whipped her hand into her cloak when suddenly Harry stopped her.
"Muggles, remember." He hissed at her under his breath.
"But…But…" stammered Mercedes as she looked at Aunt Petunia with fury.
"Stumfy" a deep voice sounded from behind Petunia. With a slight gasp, Petunia fell backwards and Mercedes had a clear view of the man that stood behind Petunia.
"Kyle!" shrieked Mercedes. "Carry, Haven up. We need to get everyone inside and make sure that Haven is ok. She's been hit."
"With what?" he growled as he picked Haven up and cradled her in his arms as if it was their wedding day and he was taking her into their new house.
When asked the question, Mercedes began to giggle as she tried to answer. Finally she was able to mumble, "A frying pan."
Scowling, Kyle walked up the steps as Harry and Mercedes began to herd the Weasley's and Hermione into the house and up the stairs as well. He irritably kicked open the door and set Haven gently down on the bed. He sat next to her and watched as the rest of the people filtered into the room. Evan, who was standing by the window, raised an eyebrow at Kyle but made no movement away from the window.
Mercedes locked the door quickly and brought her wand out. Under here breath she began to mutter spells and several chairs popped out of no where. All were in a semi circle facing the bed where Haven was settled down on. She didn't open her eye's yet and Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry could all see the worried look in Kyle's eyes as they sat in the chairs that were provided for them.
"What is going on?" blurted Ron the instant he sat down in his seat.
Mercedes disappeared from the room, and with in moments returned with a wet wash cloth. She chucked it at Kyle and pointed at Haven. "Clean it up." Then she too, fell down into a chair and looked around at the four curious kids. "So, I'm assuming you have some questions?"
All at once, questions came flying at her from the Weasley's and Hermione. Harry, who already knew almost everything, shook his head slightly and interrupted all the yelling when he spoke in a deep quiet voice. Everyone stared at him, not sure exactly what he said.
Harry repeated himself. "Is Haven going to be ok?" his voice seemed harsh, as if he was bottling up all his emotions.
Evan was the one who answered. "We all, "he pointed to himself, Mercedes and Kyle. "know her well enough to ensure you that she will be fine. She will probably, forevermore, be deadly afraid of frying pans. But, Haven loves drama."
Laughing, Mercedes turned back to the group of kids. "Okay," she started. "One at a time. Hermione, you may ask a question first."
"Who are you?" the bushy haired girl cried out instantly.
"Over at the window is Evan Marks, Kyle Owens is cleaning Haven's head and I am Mercedes."
"No, I didn't mean like that." The girl continued. "I meant, how do you know Harry, are you a wizard, why are you here?"
Chuckling, Kyle continued to wipe Haven's forehead as he answered. "We all know Dumbledore and we were sent by him, and only him, to protect Harry. Yes, we are all witches and wizards and your third question was already answered."
"How do you know Dumbledore?" Ginny had gracefully tucked her legs underneath her as she lounged on the comfy red chairs that Mercedes had conjured up.
"Well... you see…umm…well…eh…" stuttering, Mercedes turned to look at Haven who was now beginning to stir. "Sis!" she cried as she jumped up and pounced on the bed next to Haven.
"Massive headache." mumbled the brown haired girl. Her blue eyes had regained her twinkle and she slowly began to prop herself up so she could sit up. She looked around and noticed Harry and Harry's friends were all sitting around her. "Well hello." She smiled brightly. "Not exactly the way I wanted you to be welcomed into this house. But," she shrugged. "what are you going to do."
"Get hit by another frying pan?" answered Kyle with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
Pretending to be irritated, Haven leapt at him and both of them tumbled off the other side of the bed. Mercedes leaned over the edge and had her legs on the bed while her upper part of her body was dangling upside down off the bed. "Kids, play nice." Harry's group heard her murmur.
Seconds later, the two teens stood up from the ground laughing.
"Sorry." Mercedes told Harry and his friends. "Those two, are the kids of us. Evan and I are much more mature."
"Mature as a three year old." muttered Haven. She turned back the Hogwarts group and she had a surprised look on her face. "I'm sorry." She began. "I keep forgetting that your there. You can keep asking questions." With that being said, she and Kyle sat back down on the bed and stared expectantly at the group in front of them.
"How do you know Dumbledore?" asked Ginny again.
At the same time Ron decided to ask them some question of his own. "How old are you, what school did you go to before hand?"
"We are all around sixteen, and none of us have ever gone to a wizard school. But we have had are share of muggle schools." Everyone seemed to jump when Evan answered the question.
"You went to a Muggle school?" the two Weasley's asked in awe. "What was it like?"
"Well," started Kyle. "We are all orphans; our parents were killed when we were young. All four of us were best friends, but once our parents died. Well we had to be split up. We were all sent to different orphanages in America in hopes that Voldermort would never find us."
"Why did Voldermort want your parents?" inquired Hermione.
This time Mercedes answered. "Voldermort wanted everyone in the Order." she continued on with Kyle's story. "It was Halloween when he attacked and he left to go to someplace called Godric's Hallow. That's all I remember of that night."
No one noticed that Harry's body had stiffen at the name of the city, well no one except for Ginny. Ginny silently scooted towards Harry and took his hand in hers. Harry smiled at her then turned his attention, once again, to the quartet.
"Anyways," Haven picked up where her sister had left off. "We were all sent to different orphanages. Kyle, I believe, was the only one who actually stayed in Texas the whole time. We were about nine when our minds were obliverated. Kyle went to a public school where in six months Evan turned up there as well. They became instant friends, considering they were a long time ago."
"I showed up about two months after that." interrupted Mercedes. "And we became a solid group, but we all felt like something was missing. Evan and I had started dating in only a week's time and Kyle was beginning to become jealous."
"Then she came." Pointing a finger at Haven, Kyle smiled. She stuck out her tongue at him, but let him continue. "Everything felt right then. Our quartet was now all put together."
Ron turned to look at Haven. "Why were you sent to that school when you were sixteen? Shouldn't you have been there for a while?" he asked her.
Blushing, Haven looked up at the Hogwarts group. Even Harry had his gaze fixed on her, silently asking her to tell the story. "I used to go to a private school. Actually I went to a lot of private schools. I kept getting kicked out of them."
"Why?" interjected Hermione, she was look at Haven with her huge brown eyes.
"Schools tend to have issues with students getting the priest drunk before sermons." she responded, Haven's eyes seemed to burst with sparkle as she looked at everyone in turn. "It wasn't my entire fault," she tried to explain. "Ok, the first one wasn't my fault. The other ones might have."
Everyone who was listening began to laugh. Waiting patiently, Haven smiled and finally continued once everyone had calmed down a little bit.
"Well then, about two days ago, Kyle and I got kicked out of class. Something about us not respecting the teacher, or around the same lines. We went to the band room, he needed his guitar, and we ran into some guy in a black cloak. The only thing I remember about him was his hair; it was long and blond, almost white."
"Malfoy!" snarled Ron. "It had to be him, but why did he want you?"
"Probably wanted to use us as leverage. If he had gotten us, Mercedes and my grandfather would have done almost anything to get us back." Haven replied, her eyes no longer had a twinkle in them.
Hermione stared at Haven's eyes as the gears in her head started to put the puzzle together. The twinkle looked familure to her; she just had to remember who she had seen with that same twinkle. Glancing at Mercedes, Hermione noticed there was also a twinkle in her eyes. Although it wasn't as bright, it was still there. The twinkle was showing all emotion, hatred and yet love, for their grandfather. Their grandfather would have risked anything to have saved them, and these two girls knew that. Suddenly, Haven smiled and Hermione knew who their grandfather was.
"Dumbledore." She whispered. "Your grandfather is Dumbledore?"
Haven and Mercedes heads snapped up at the same time and looked at the bushy haired girl. Black curls shook out of Mercedes bun as she nodded. "Yes, Dumbledore is our grandfather." She replied quietly. "How did you guess?"
Hermione shrugged and blushed once she realized that Ron and Harry were now sating at her. "You have the same eyes. Well, Haven had the blue, but you both have a certain twinkle in them that shows your emotion."
"Right on the money!" Evan exclaimed. "Dumbledore told us you would be the one to figure that out. None of us believed him."
"Speak fro yourself." Dumbledore's grandchildren muttered. "We did, she's Hermione. Haven't you been listening to the story's he told us about the Hogwarts golden trio and Ginny?" continued Mercedes.
"Somewhat." counter Evan. "But, even if she did do all of that, you two don't look anything like him."
"You don't know shat he looked like before he got old." snarled Haven. "How do you know he didn't have black hair?"
"Well, we'll just have to ask him now won't we." interrupted Kyle, hoping that he could stop the fight before it became physical.
Haven's eye's glared at Kyle then turned and looked over at the Hogwarts group. "You four need some sleep, and I'm guessing you have some things to discuss. For tonight, we'll leave you four in this room. Tomorrow though, it's moving time, guys in one room girls in another." She stood up, grabbed Mercedes hand and dragged her into a different room, leaving Kyle and Evan to make extra beds.
"Alicubi Dormio." Both boys muttered under their breath. Instantly, three beds with hangings appeared.
"Sleep tight." Evan called out as he fallowed Kyle out of the room.
The Hogwarts group all silently climbed into their beds and changed. Once all of them were dressed, the hangings were pulled back so they could talk. Ginny and Hermione were laying across the bed, while the boys were sitting cross-legged on the beds. They sat up for several hours, discussing what they heard. Around twelve each of them have drifted off to sleep.
A soft moaning noise instantly woke Haven up. She turned her head slightly to read the clock. "Two a.m?" she groaned quietly. Yet again, the soft moaning noise was heard. Sitting up, she pushed away her hangings and began to make her way to the door that separated her friends and Harry and his friends. She pushed it open slowly and looked around, everything seemed normal so she began to close the door when for the third time a moaning sound was heard. Glancing around, she saw a shadow moving in Harry's bed. Haven was always a light sleeper and now, for once, she was happy about that. She silently made her way to Harry's bed and pulled the hangings open. There, Harry was twisted in his sheets, moaning and sweating.
"Harry?" she murmured. "Harry? Wake up now."
"Sirus, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." Haven heard him groaned in his sleep.
"Harry, wake up." she began to shake his shoulder in hopes of waking him. "HARRY!" she screeched in his ear.
"Wah?" Harry bolted out of bed and almost hit Haven. Luckily she sprung back slightly, avoiding Harry's hand. His gaze narrowed and he looked at her. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Harry? It's me, Haven. Remember me?" she reached out to his bed stand and plucked his glasses off of it and handed them to him.
Harry slowly slid his glasses on and peered at Haven. "What's going on? Is someone hurt?"
"Everyone's fine." she replied. "I heard moaning. We might need to put a silencing charm around your bed."
"No, I'm fine."
"Didn't sound fine to me." retorted Haven.
"Well I am."
As Harry began to turn away, Haven barley had time to see the bags under his eyes. "You haven't been sleeping."
"It's fine."
"I told you. You're not fine. You need to talk to someone."
"About what?" he asked
"About your scar hurting, about your dreams, about your lack of sleep and about that black eye!"
"There is nothing to talk about."
Realizing this approach had no effect on Harry, she tried another approach. "I know what you hear when you get close to the Dementors." She told him.
"Really?"
"You hear your mom screaming. I haven't been by any Dementors, and I don't plan on getting close to any. But, when Malfoy came to get us, he hit me with the Cruciatus Curse. It unlocked most of my memories, and I heard my own mom. Voldermort killed her personally, just like your parents." Harry's head turned to look at Haven; he could see tears running down her face, but he didn't try to stop her. "We were having a party, and Evan and Kyle's parents were there. We didn't have a secret keeper, and suddenly the doors glowed and blew open. Curses were flung, and then, Voldermort walked in. He killed our parents, they hardly even put up a fight. He left us behind, he didn't try and kill us. He just smiled at us. Your lucky. You didn't really know your parents, we saw them die."
"That doesn't make me lucky." Harry finally spoke after a moments of silence.
"You didn't see anything. I remember, even if I was only one. Then my grandfather took my sister and our friends in until we were nine. That's how we know magic." Haven turned to Harry. "Grandfather told me about your godfather. I'm so sorry, but it wasn't your fault."
"I could have study more. I didn't, I failed him." complained Harry.
"You won't listen to a thing I'm saying, will you? It's not your fault! If you won't believe me, believe your friends. Talk to someone!"
"I don't need to." countered Harry.
"But maybe they need to talk." Haven jumped off the bed and pulled back the hangings to reveal Ginny listening to them. "You talk to him." With that, Haven left the room and walked away into a different room.
"Harry?" Ginny's brown eyes stared at the ground as if she was afraid to talk to him. "I didn't mean to spy on you two."
"It's not your fault." responded Harry as he looked up at her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. They both sat cross-legged and began to talk.
"She's right you know." started Ginny as she pulled her hair back into a pony tail. "It wasn't your fault."
"Cedric, Sirus, my parents. They all died because of me."
A soft pale hand reached up and grabbed Harry's chin and forced him to look into Ginny's huge chocolate eyes. "None of them were your mistake. It was all Voldermort's fault. You did nothing…"
"That's the problem isn't it? I did nothing."
"If you would let me finish! You did nothing wrong!" Ginny's voice was getting louder with every word she said. "It's not your fault."
Then the alarm next to Harry's bed went off, startling the two kids on the bed. Ginny leapt up and watched as the door to Haven and Mercedes' slowly opened allowing Mercedes to stick her head into the Hogwarts group's room. "Would anyone like some breakfast? I can make some."
"Food?" Ron asked as he pulled the hangings away from his bed exposing a blurry eyed Weasley.
"Of course, to wake us all up, you decide to make food." murmured Hermione as she pulled herself out of bed.
"Well, it seemed like the best idea at the time." replied Mercedes as she made her way to the small kitchen that they had created yesterday. "Hey has anyone seen Haven? She's a better cook then me."
Both Harry and Ginny look at each other but decided not to comment. Just then Evan and Kyle came out of the other room together, both wearing only boxers, allowing everyone to see their bare chests.
"Haven?" asked Mercedes as she spotted the two boys coming out of the room. Her eye's lingered on Evan's bare chest until she shifted her gaze to Kyle.
"I'll look for her." Kyle disappeared into the same room Harry and Ginny had seen Haven vanish into a mere hour ago.
The Hogwarts group fallowed Evan and Mercedes and sat around a tiny table as Mercedes began to make pancakes. Everyone remained silent, all lost in their own thoughts.
Kyle walked into a room to find it stuffed with punching bags, weapons, mats and weights. He continued back until he found Haven punching a punching bag near the back. He watched her for a bit as she yelled curses at the pale red bag. Kyle cleared his throat and watched as Haven's form turned around in mid punch.
"What are you doing here?" she snarled.
"What? A friend can't come and tell you that it's morning and time for breakfast. Well, that and I don't feel like eating Mercedes cooking."
Haven laughed as she made her way to the wall and grabbed a towel and began to wipe off her face. She came and stood only a few feet from Kyle. "And is that the only reason you came here?"
"Well also to get you to admit that you like me." joked Kyle.
"Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you, oh baby oh baby." Haven said sarcastically.
"Come on. You want to hug me, you want to love me, you want to kiss me."
Without any warning Haven stepped forward and grabbed Kyle around the neck and pressed his lips to hers.
AN- I'm so evil! Jk. Ok well I'll leave u here for now. If anyone can guess what lines came from movies and which movie's they came from I will give the winner plate of virtual cookies. And no Nicole, you can't guess. But u get a plate of brownies instead! Lol next chapter is coming up soon! Please review it will make the voices in my head happier!
