Author's notes - The main character of Abby is my own, however, I have borrowed some great characters from the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling. I am basing my story on her series background, however, please excuse any errors as I have taken liberties in order to make this story my own.

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Abby walked into the office and sat in the chair Mr. Kennedy indicated. She then took note of a tall, dark haired man standing by the window.

"Abby, I would like you to meet Mr. Potter." The man turned around and Abby found herself drowning in an intense sea of green. The eyes of the man in front of her seemed to reach into her very soul. He studied her for a moment and then smiled. Abby drew in a deep breath, realizing that she had quit breathing momentarily. She thought to herself that she had just met the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

"Please, call me Harry," he informed her, taking her hand, "It is very nice to meet you." Harry spoke with an English accent. Abby could not speak. She sat in wonderment, taking in everything about the stranger. He had an air about him, as though he knew much about the world, although he appeared only a few years older then Abby. He wore a tee shirt, with a picture of a rock band on the front. His jeans where well worn and very accustomed to his body. Blushing, she looked down at his feet. His shoes where slightly scuffed. Abby raised her head. He had very dark hair, which seemed tousled and wild, as though no amount of coming could tame it. A lock of hair fell across his forehead, drawing attention to a small red scar. It was shaped like a lightening bolt. His eyes where the color of newborn leaves. They drew her into him, invoking feelings of warmth and trust. His smile was slightly crooked with a hint of mischief around the edges. His smile reminded her of the picture in her mother's locket and she removed her hand from his and placed it against her throat as she studied him.

"Do I know you?" she asked. It felt as though she had met him before. He sat beside her, his gaze never breaking from hers. Mr. Kennedy, feeling the emotion between them, silently rose from his chair and left the room. Neither of them took notice.

"I have never met you before, but you have been in my mind for almost a year. I have searched over two continents to find you. I had almost given up. But deep in my heart I knew I had to find you. I'm glad that I made the right decision."

"How did you even know about me?" Abby asked. "What made you even want to look for me?"

"I started a search for Abbigail Morgan a little over a year ago. I had never met her and did not even know of her existence until a few months before that. She of course, was your mother. I came across her name in a diary of an old friend of mine, who had passed away two years before. My friend loved her very much, and had thought her dead. He had grieved so deeply for her. It wasn't until later that I learned he had been tricked into thinking she was dead. He was not aware that she carried his child. He never knew of your birth. That man, my mentor, was Albus Dumbledore."

Abby was speechless. She had many questions tumbling about her head, yet no idea how to put the chaos into coherent words.

Harry looked into her eyes and once more Abby felt as though he was reading her mind. "I know that you have many questions, and I hope to answer them all." He reached her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. "Let me first tell you about my life and how I came to learn about your mother; then I will answer any remaining questions that I can."

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"When I was a baby, my parents where killed. I then lived with my mother's sister and her family. When I turned eleven, I learned that my parents had been very wealthy and they had enrolled me into a very prestigious school in England, called Hogwarts. It is a private boarding school. From the age of eleven, I lived at the school, returning in the summer to my Aunt's. I came to love the school and it's inhabitants very dearly. Your father was the headmaster there. I believe that is something like a principal here in the States. He was in charge of watching over the school. Professor Dumbledore, we called him.

I came to love the older man much like a father, or grandfather, as he was quite older then some. He was a man of great respect, which he had earned. He was very gifted, with talent no one could equal. He was in no way boastful of his power and his compassion for those less fortunate then he was compelling. Many people looked to him as a guide, a leader.

Because of his power, some where envious. For all those many who loved him, he still had enemies. These where people who where jealous. They craved for themselves they strength your father possessed. His greatest enemy was a man by the name of Tom Riddle.

Tom was a prejudiced man. He believed that people who where below certain standards where filth, trash. He felt that the trash needed to be disposed of. He was basically insane. This made him truly dangerous because while his inner thoughts where not logical, he was still a very intelligent man. He was very cunning and suave. He changed his name to Lord Voldermort. His used his charm to gather people together and began to gain followers for himself, the Death Eaters. Dumbledore gathered people together to stop him. A group named the Order of the Phoenix. At one time, we believed that Voldermort was gone. His group of followers disbanded. It was after I started school at Hogwarts that we learned that he was not truly gone.

Voldermort killed my parents. On the night that happened, he was almost killed himself. He then went into hiding. He needed to gain strength and re-group. When he decided to come out of hiding, he came looking for me, as he blamed me for his downfall. I was the only survivor from the night of my parent's murder and his own "almost' death.

It took him some time to pull his self together. Many times over the years our paths would touch. It wasn't until a few years ago that he became a major threat again. He had come back to his full strength, his followers back in place. Of course, the Professor had gathered together the Order once more. That was a time of much chaos. I was just a young man, hardly more than a child. Many of my loved ones where being hurt, even killed. I didn't know whom to trust.

One man, Severus Snape, was a member of the Order. He was an instructor at Hogwarts. From the first day I had started school at Hogwarts he disturbed me. He worked for the order, but at one time he had been a member of Voldermort's group. Many times I tried to convince your father that Snape was no good. Dumbledore would only shake his head and tell me I was wrong. He always said he had good reason for trusting Snape. That was the worst mistake he ever made.

Severus Snape was the man who murdered your father. While we thought Snape worked as a spy for us, pretending to be a member of the Death Eaters, while he was actually lying to us. He took your father's life on Voldermort's orders. Then like a coward, he ran. I still have not located him, but I will."

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Harry, who had glanced away while telling the story, looked up into Abby's eyes. She was startled by the angry passion in his eyes. She knew that Harry would not rest until he did locate Severus Snape and avenge her father's death.

At that moment, Harry took a deep breath and gave tried to offer Abby a halfhearted smile. " I know this must be confusing to you. You must be asking how does your mother fit into all of this? Where was the law? Why couldn't the government do something about Voldermort, instead of us?"

Abby again wondered if Harry could read her mind. Those where exactly the questions she had been thinking. Harry walked over to the window and looked outside. Abby had not realized that it was already very dark outside. As her body took note of the time, her stomach let out a loud growl.

"Perhaps we should take a small break and refresh ourselves." Harry stated. "We have much more to discuss."

Abby lead him out of the office and they quietly made their way to the kitchen. Glancing at the wall clock, she saw that they had indeed talked for a very long time. It was a few minutes past twelve. Harry excused himself to the restroom, while Abby went about preparing a midnight meal for the two. She chopped some vegetables and cooked a few slices of bacon. She had just finished grating some cheese and was working on cracking eggs into a large bowl when Harry came back into the room.

"Looks like your making Omelets, a favorite dish of mine. I'm sorry for not helping you in the preparation. I decided to step back outside to my car and collect your father's diary. I thought you would want it. Why don't you allow me to finish so you can refresh your self, if you need." Harry took the cheese from her and began grating. Abby needing to visit the restroom did not complain, but instead walked down the hall.

After she had finished, she went to the sink to wash her hands. Looking into the mirror, she straightened her hair and smoothed her shirt, trying to flatten some wrinkles. She felt the need to present Harry with a better image of her. While how he had come into her life was bewildering, she felt an attraction to him.

Harry met her in the hall on her way back to the kitchen. He was carrying a tray loaded with two omelets, a carafe of orange juice and a small plate of toast. She wondered how he had finished the cooking in such a short amount of time and asked him so. He simply laughed, "I'm magical in the kitchen."

Instead of heading back into the office, Abby led him to the den. It was a peaceful room, with a large oversized couch and comfy chairs. Harry and Abby sat on the couch together, sharing the meal between them. They did not speak, comfortable in the silence between them.

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When the meal was over, Harry placed the tray in the chair opposite them and turned to Abby. They automatically leaned towards each other. Harry again took her hand as he began to speak.

"Now, how did I learn of your mother? When your father was murdered, I searched for Snape. He was no where to be found. Knowing that he had followed the orders of Voldermort, I turned my attention in his direction. Your father knew more about Voldermort then anyone, so I tried to gather as much information as I could from his possessions. I came across his diary. It hurt of course, knowing that I was reading the private thoughts, however, it did contain much information about Tom Riddle when he had attended Hogwarts, as well as the Voldermort he would become.

Using the information I gathered from the diary, I was able to defeat Voldermort nine months later. He will never again be a threat to my loved ones, for I killed him. I lost several friends in the battle against Voldermort. My remaining friends and I then went after the remaining Death Eaters.

During this time, I was still grieving the loss of my old friend. I found myself going back to his diary in order to feel some since of closeness to him. It was then that I learned of your mother. Abbigail was a member of the Order, the first time around. She worked with my parents, and the parents of several of my friends. She was very skillful at tracking members of Voldermort's group. She was even better at interrogating them. She soon moved up the ranks until she worked directly under Dumbledore, often working on special cases with him alone.

It was not until much later that their affair began. Your father was much older then Abbigail, and while he did care for her it was only as a dear friend. Your mother, on the other hand, knew from the very beginning that she loved your father, as a man.

Not wanting to disgrace herself, your mother kept her feeling quite for five long years. It wasn't until the night after my parents died, when our world also believed that Voldermort was dead, that she admitted those feelings to Dumbledore. That night, many celebrated the end of Voldermort. Feasts went on all through the night. As the people where already drunk with happiness, the alcohol they consumed only heightened the effects.

After depositing me with my aunt, Dumbledore joined in the festivities. Abbigail, being his right hand, was by his side. After drinking and merrymaking most of the night, they retired back to Hogsmead, a small village located nearby the school. The secret location house for the Order was located there. Both, where in very good cheer, as they where very intoxicated. Instead of retiring to their separate rooms, they decided to go into the courtyard, around which the house was built. Sitting amongst the flowers they drank and talked the night away.

All of the alcohol had caused Abbigail to become tearful. She began to think of how many of her friends had died and then she felt guilty for celebrating so soon after my parent's death. She began to cry and Dumbledore, for the first time in his life, did not know what to do. In an effort to comfort her, he drew her into his arms and held her. He stroked her hair and whispered to her that it would be ok. Not knowing when he realized that he indeed felt more for her than friendship, he knew now that he loved her.

Looking up into his face, your mother saw the love expressed in his eyes. Together, they retired to Abbigail's room. The next morning Dumbledore left, leaving quietly, before she awoke. She went to the school later that morning to locate him. In his office, he explained to her that he was wrong for what he had done the night before. He stated that the alcohol had mulled his senses and that he had taken advantage of her. He told her that the actions they had taken where a mistake.

Abbigail left that day, very upset. Her heart broken, she vowed that she would never give her love to another man. Dumbledore, of course, had not truly felt that the night had been a mistake. He knew that it was something he would treasure always. He was only trying to protect her from what she did not understand. He felt that he was too old for Abbigail. She deserved someone younger, someone she could spend the rest of her life with. His heart broken as well, he tried to convince himself he had done the right thing by turning her away.

A year passed by and Abbigail spent this time rounding up the rest of the Death Eaters. She went after them with a vengeance, sometimes being careless and dangerous to gain ground on those she sought. Dumbledore, trying to ease the situation, stayed clear of her path, an allowed her to work alone.

During a raid on a secret meeting at an old mansion in the countryside, Abbigail became too careless and was caught by the very enemies she hoped to destroy. Hearing of her entrapment Dumbledore rushed off alone, intent on saving her. In his haste and worry, he was caged.

The people who had captured your mother and father had placed them together for the night in the attic. They where to spend the night there and then would be transported to another place where they would be executed in front of the remaining Death eaters. Abbigail knew from the way Dumbledore had come to her rescue that he still loved her and she confronted him about his feelings. Believing that they would meet their deaths the next day, they spent the night in each other's arms.

That night, as your mother lay sleeping, Dumbledore came to the conclusion that he was not going to allow their newfound love to end so quickly. When the guards arrived the next morning to take them to their execution he was lying in wait. He quickly overpowered the guards and the two ran through the halls to locate a way out. Running down different corridors they tried several doors, looking for the exit. An alarm rang out and Dumbledore told your mother to run ahead, that he would try to distract the guards so she could escape.

Ramming against doors, causing as much commotion as he could, he led the guards in the opposite direction. After running for several minutes in one direction he then circled back and searched for the exit. He managed to find away outside, and then away from the location. During their discussion before the escape they had planned to meet at a certain destination if they became separated. Dumbledore made his way to the small cottage a few miles from the old mansion. He was within site of the meeting place when an explosion came from the roof of the small building. He ducked as flying debris rained down upon him. He began to run when he heard your mother's screams coming from the building. As he reached the yard of the cottage, another larger explosion shattered the building. Dumbledore was blown several yards back and hit the ground headfirst. As he sank down into unconsciousness he could hear your mother's screams in his ears.

The next morning when he awoke nothing was left of the building but ashes. He had people look into the destruction but the fire had been so intense that they could not locate any remains. Believing that she had perished in the fire, Dumbledore held a memorial in her honor. He had a statue created in her likeness placed next to the lake on the school's grounds. Around the neck of the statue he placed a silver locket around her neck. He had thought of the locket that night they where together. He had wanted to give it to her as a gift, celebrating their love. Instead he had given it to her in death.

In his grief, he blamed himself for her death. He began to believe that if he had never loved her, than she would still have been alive. As summer session had not yet ended, he left Hogwarts for a few weeks to grieve in private. Upon returning he found the locket missing. He assumed that some stray animal, such as a squirrel, had taken the locket and he returned to his duties as headmaster. He never knew that your mother had not died in the fire and he loved her until his very last day."

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Harry ended his speech and pulled the young girl into his arms. Abby had tears silently traveling down her cheeks, as she thought about her parent's tragic love. Touching the locket lying next to her heart, she looked into Harry's eyes with a question on her mind. However, seeing the emotion in the eyes staring back at her the question slowly faded. Closing her eyes as Harry moved forward, she waited for her first kiss.

Softly, he pressed his lips against hers and withdrew. Pulling back and watching for a response, he smiled as her lips slightly puckered waiting for another kiss. Tightening his hold around her, he pressed his lips to hers again, this time a bit longer. Feeling his lips touch her own, Abby loosened her own mouth. She then felt the tip of Harry's tongue tracing her bottom lip. Opening her mouth more, she welcomed his tongue inside. Not really knowing what to do she imitated his movements with her own. As the kiss deepened she was surprised to hear a moan rise from her own throat.

Not wanting to stop, Abby was surprised when Harry abruptly ended the kiss and pushed her away. He rose from the couch and walked to the other side of the room. Keeping his back turned to her, he stated, "Maybe you should go to bed now. We can talk some more in the morning."

Not sure what had just happened, or why Harry would not turn back towards her, she left the room. Slipping into bed, she thought about all the information Harry had given her about her parent's. She still had questions. How did her mother get the locket? What had happened during the explosion at the cottage? If Dumbledore did not know about her, how did Harry find out about her?

She was not worried about those questions because she knew they would be answered the next day. She trusted Harry to tell her the rest. It was the other questions that she pondered over as she fell into a fitful sleep. What had just happened with Harry? Why had they kissed? Why did he pull away?

I hope you all like the story so far. Please review. This is my first story and I would like to have an idea on your thoughts before I move further. Do you like where the story is going? Do you like the shorter form of the first two chapter or the longer chapter you have just read? I have many surprises in store for you. Abby has not yet learned of the magical world. What will she think about it? Where is Snape hiding and why? What will Harry do when he finds him? Where is Harry and Abby's relationship headed? All these questions and more will be answered in coming chapters.