Author note: Well I do not think anyone read chapter1 'coz I got no reviews. However, I am going to continue anyway. This is chapter 2, and if you read it, you will see it has some things from Ann Rice's 'The Vampire Chronicles' in it. But in the story Mia tells to Harry (in Chapter3, coming later on) I may have changed a few things 'coz I can't remember what actually happened. lol. Anyway, these stories are a mix between Harry Potter, the Vampire Chronicles and a few other vampire books. AND as a disclaimer I have no ownership over Maharet, Mael, Armand, Lestat, Marius or any of the Harry Potter crew.

Mia and her master speed through the night air. She had her eyes squeezed shut and had buried her face in her masters shoulder. She hated flying, hated it. She would have rather WALKED to wherever they were going, even though they'd already gone several hundred kilometres.

Master? Where are we going? She asked using telepathy.

You'll see when we arrive. He answered vaguely, causing her to sigh. He was ALWAYS like this.

It seemed like hours until they slowly spiralled to the ground. Mia let her grip on her Masters waist loosen as her feet got used to supporting their own weight again, and swapped her suitcase to her other hand so she could flex her stiff fingers.

Her Master pulled a scrap of paper from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. "Memorise this." he instructed.

Mia unfolded the paper and saw the scribbled words that read: 'Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.' "Master, what-" she started, then stopped as the two houses in front of them leaned away from each other and another house sprung out between them.

'What the fuck?' was her first thought. She turned to her Master open mouthed.

He smirked. "Come along, Mia." he said walking towards the house.

Mia stared at him for a moment, before following. 'Crazy bastard never explains anything' she thought.

"I heard that." he said from three steps in front of her.

'Damn...'

He smirked again and continued up the stairs to the slightly rotting porch. It was then Mia realized that the house was extremely old and worn looking. Her Master paid this no heed and walked right into the house without righting the bell or knocking, leaving Mia to shut the door behind them.

She followed her Master who led her into a crowded lounge. Immediately half the room bombarded him with hugs and kisses on the cheek. Most of these people were male, and from what she could tell, were her Kin. Other vampires.

Mia stood in the shadows near the door way. She hadn't met any others apart from her Master and her Maker. She half didn't wan to meet any others, after how her Maker had treated her.

Her Master turned to her. "Mia, come here." he said, and she did as she instructed.

"Orion, is this you're latest fledgling?" One of the others asked, using her Masters first name. He was a rather tall man with blonde hair. His eyes seemed to be violet.

Her Master shook his head. "No, Lestat, this one I found near death and took in, she has none of my blood in her."

"Well you always were a softie for pretty young girls in distress." Another said. This man was also tall and blonde, but bad shocking cobalt blue eyes. He examined her a bit. "But your right, she has none of your blood in you. She seems to be from Lukas's branch of the family. Now introduce us you silly boy!" he said in a mock scolding voice.

"Oh yes, Mia this is Marius, (he pointed to the blue eyed man) Lestat, (he pointed at the blonde man with violet eyes) Armand, (a man with long brown hair) Mael (another man with brown hair, but his was shorter and he looked older than the last me: I'm not sure if this is what Mael ACTUALLY looks like...but I forgot ''') and Maharet." The last person was a woman with curly red hair. Though she looked young, it was obvious to Mia that she was much older. "Everyone, this is Mia."

"It's nice to meet you all." she said with a slight smile.

"Now it's our turn to introduce you two to everybody else." Lestat said with a boyish grin. He pulled to two of you to the other side of the lounge. The people on this side of the room were obviously mortal and had given the group of night creature's room while they introduced themselves to their brethren.

"Mia, Orion, this is Molly and Arthur Weasley, (Two people with orange hair) Nymphadora Tonks, (a woman with bubblegum pink hair who immediately said "Just call me Tonks!") Alastor Moody, (an oldish looking man with a rather large blue eye that sun around in its socket) and Albus Dumbledore (a VERY old man with a long beard and twinkling blue eyes) they are in the Order of the Phoenix." Lestat concluded.

Mia looked over at her Master. The Order of the what? She asked him telepathically.

To her immense surprised he answered. The Order of the Phoenix is an organization established

by Dumbledore when Voldemort first came to power. Not many of its member's are alive now,

but they're all still fighting against the Dark Lord.

Mia nodded, understanding. She had originally been a muggle, but her Master had filled her in on

most things that were happening in the magical world, including things about Voldemort.

She smiled a bit at the Order members. "Nice to meet you all." she said again.

Her Master turned to her. "Now, Mia, you have to be 17 to be in the Order, or even attend its

meetings. And considering you're still 16 it'd be best if you waited in the hall until it was over.

Mia sighed. "Yes, Master." she answered. "I'll go wait in the hall then." she sighed just a tad, but

did as her Mast instructed.

Mia left the room and sat down on the shadowy side on the hall, opposite the now closed door

that led to the lounge. She pulled her guitar off her back and placed it in her lap. She sighed again

and let her head rest on the wall behind her and her eyes close. She could sense, smell and hear

that there were other people upstairs, but chose to ignore them. She absent mindedly started

plucking on a few strings on her guitar, then shifted so she could pull a pick out of her back

pocket and play a song. The first one that came to mind was Chop Suey by System of a Down, so

she played that. She had actually began to quietly sing a few lines when she heard footsteps and

whispers on the landing above her.

"Who's that down there?" she heard one voice, a girls, whisper.

"Dunno," said another, male this time. "Some member of the Order we don't know?"

"If she's in the Order why isn't she in the meeting?" another female said. "Besides, she looks too

young."

"She could be with those shady people that showed up a while ago." said a different male voice.

That was it. She didn't mind herself being whispered about, but she didn't like them calling her

Kind 'shady'.

"If you would rather you didn't whisper about us." she said, startling those above her. "And could

you please not insult us? Sheesh."

Very slowly the four people came down the stairs. Two were girls about Mia's age or younger,

one had bushy brown hair and large brown eyes and the other had fiery red hair. The other two

were boys, also Mia's age; one had the same red hair as the other girl and the other had black

hair, green eyes and glasses. That's that Harold Pothead, or something...Mia thought to herself,

her Master had mentioned him once or twice but she never really listened.

"Who exactly are you? And what are you doing here?" the black haired boy asked.

"That is really none of your business." Mia answered, looking away from them, determined to

ignore them.

"Well actually it is, seeing as legally this is MY house." he retorted, seemingly getting a bit angry

now.

Mia sighed. 'Master?' she called telepathically. That Pothead guys out here demanding answers

to whom I am and what I'm doing here.

Just give him the basics, say nothing about the Kind until the meeting is over. And I do believe his name was Potter. He replied.

Mia gave a very small nod and turned back to the four teens. "Well if you must know my name is Mia and I'm here with my Master who's in the Order."

Potter looked at her suspiciously. "If you're 'Master' is with the Order, how come we've never seen you before?"

"Well I'm sorry to inform you, Pothead, but that is absolutely none of your business." She replied, twisting his last name into an insult.

"The name's Potter." He said rather testily.

Mia smirked and went back to her guitar playing. "Well how should I know that? I was a muggle you know."

This shocked them. "You're a muggle and you here!" the red headed boy asked, speaking p at last.

"No, I said I was a muggle." She answered.

"Then you're a witch?" the red headed girl asked.

Mia shook her head. "Nope. But don't expect to get any answers about me. Dumbledore and the rest of them know, so you can ask them later." She said with a wide yawn. This was getting boring.

At that moment the lounge door opened and Mia's Master stepped out, followed by Lestat, Armand, Marius and Molly Weasley. "What are you four doing out here!" she cried. "You're all meant to be in bed!"

"Now, now, Molly," her husband said coming up behind her. "I'm sure they were only curious of out guests here."

"Mia, I hope you don't oppose to our staying here for the day, I wish to be present at tomorrow nights meeting." Her Master said, walking over to her as she stood up.

"Of course not Master." She replied, but in reality she did, the Potter boy was getting on her nerves.

Ah, annoyed by the young hero? He asked telepathically.

Yes, Sir. Very annoyed, She replied. His heads a bit too bit for my tastes.

The two of them chuckles, which caused most people in the hallway to give them weird looks.

"But for now I think it's best if we go hunting." He said. "Lestat? Care to join us?"

Lestat gave a grin. "Always, dear Orion." He said. The two vampires bid farewell's and goodnight's too the other Order member's and waited by the door for Mia.

She propped her guitar against the wall next to her suitcase, bid goodnight to most of the Order, and followed after her Master and Lestat.