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Chapter 6: She Used a Portkey....Right?
"Are you up to apparating to the house Alana?" Dumbledore was sitting with Alana in the Headmistress' old quarters. After obtaining permission from her aunt Ciara, he still had misgivings about letting her go, but his worries of the returning Deatheaters was much stronger. The only place safe enough for her was the headquarters.
"Yes, Uncle. Is it really so far that you don't think I can do a simple thing like that? I was burned and I have a concussion, I didn't die." Alana said, sounding annoyed. "Will have any problems getting there? Are there any wards or anything?"
"As a matter of fact there is. A spell was cast over the house so only a person who is told the address by myself can see it, never mind enter."
"So in other words, I need to brace myself?" She said confidently. A spell like that would be easy to pass, nothing like the wards on her home. Those could kill if you were not a pure heart.
"I really don't think you should just bypass it Alana. The other people inside don't know who you are and it's best to pass you off as a Roman witch. Besides," he said nervously, "You're not completely well yet. Your eyes are still red and we both know that is not a good sign."
Alana rolled her bloody coloured eyes and pulled herself out of bed. She hated being told of her health when she felt fine. Despite that she was still a bit groggy from all the potions they had given her to banish any pain, she was in perfect health. The eyes meant nothing, they would clear up. Besides, she was strong. Apparating a few thousand kilometres would be like a walk in the park...or perhaps a brisk jog.
"How about I just wait outside the place for your friends to get there, and then they can take me in. No one needs to know I went there by my own powers. You can tell them I took one of those,... what are they called? Portkeys?"
Dumbledore sighed deeply. Although he hated to admit it, it was the best plan they had. Taking a broom ride would be to long and tiring, and since she was underage, she couldn't very well tell people she apparated to Grimmauld Place.
"Very well. Do not enter the house without a member of the order, and don't let anyone know how you really got there. We will announce your situation as soon as possible, but before then, no one is to know. No matter how trustworthy they seem or anything else." He rose from his place on the high-backed chair and left the room, closing the door behind him a little harder than normal.
"No need to be angry." Alana said to herself as she left Rome in a fine golden mist and concentrated carefully on her destination, London.
Will it work? Or is she still too sick? Stay tuned to find out!