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. I will also soon be making use of my M rating. So if you are underage, please do not continue reading.

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The next morning Abby awoke to the squealing voices of little girls. Abby could not remember her dreams, but she knew they must not have been good. She was still very tired. She lay in bed and listened as her two pre-teen foster sisters carried on.

"He's so cute!" Emily gushed. Abby knew that they where trying to not wake her, as they thought she was still asleep, but their over-active hormones where in overdrive and their excited ramblings carried over to her. She assumed the where gossiping about a boy from school. They where both eleven and had recently discovered boys. They where constantly going on about some "fine" boy at school, or the new "dreamy" guy on the WB television channel.

It wasn't until she heard Julia say, " I wonder why he is sleeping on our couch?" that she realized who they where speaking of; Harry!

Abby waited until her sisters left the room before she climbed out of bed and dressed for the day. When she arrived downstairs, she found the two girls standing in the doorway to the den, looking through to the man whose lay on the couch with his back towards them.

"Abby, isn't that the guy you where in the office all night with?" Emily asked. "Who is he? Is he your boyfriend? I don't think I've ever seen him before in town." Abby blushed as Emily asked if Harry was her boyfriend, remember the kiss they had shared the night before. She wouldn't mind being his girlfriend. Then she remembered how he had pushed her away.

Taking the girls in hand, she turned them away from the door and directed them towards the kitchen. "Stop being so noisy," she scolded. She smiled because she knew the words where of no use. Before she completely turned around, she could hear the girls whispering to themselves about again, "Don't you think he has the cutest butt!"

Silently, she tread across the carpet to the end of the couch. She stood next to him for just a moment studying his sleeping form. He looked so calm, and cute, with his eyes closed and his hair tousled. She gently laid a hand on Harry's arm to wake him.

Harry's eyes flashed open and he jumped from the couch, landing in an attack stance, feet spread apart and knees slightly bent. He reached towards his back pocket, as though to brandish a weapon on his attacker. As he did this, his eyes darted from side to side, searching for the enemy in the room. Abby watched as the realization came to him as to where he was. He immediately dropped his arms to his sides, and hung his head.

Abby had been knocked to the ground when Harry had jumped up and he offered her a hand. "Sorry, " he mumbled. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Abby replied that she was all right. That was not the whole truth, because she was a bit disturbed by the event. What type of life had Harry lived, to believe that others would attack him in his sleep?

"Oh, I see our visitor has finally woken up," Mrs. Kennedy stated as she walked into the room. She was wheeling a cart into the room. It was covered with a most delicious looking meal. There was a bowl of scrambled eggs, plates of bacon and ham, a basket each of muffins and biscuits and a side of toast. Jellies and gravy, and orange juice and milk completed the picture. "I thought I would bring your breakfast to the two of you, so the other children won't disturb you. You sure have my youngest girls in a tether, Harry. I do believe they where arguing over who you would think was the prettiest, when I left the kitchen."

Mrs Kennedy bustled about the room, depositing her cart in front of the couch. "Mr. Kennedy told me last night why you are here. I'm happy that Abby finally has some type of tie into her past. She hasn't complained but I imagine it must have been hard on her, growing up with a mystery about where she came from. I'm sure going back to England with you will be quite an adventure!" She then hugged the astonished girl, not noticing the look of surprise in her eyes, and left the room.

"We'll talk about that in a moment," Harry informed her, knowing she had questions. "I'm starving." He sat himself down on the couch and began piling his plate. Abby sat across from him, grabbing a muffin. They ate in silence. Abby only had her muffin, and a piece of bacon; Harry finished the rest.

Abby wondered if he would say anything about the kiss. While they ate she would glance up at him, peeking at him from under her lashes. He didn't seem embarrassed about last night, he didn't even mention it. Maybe he felt uncomfortable about it so he was just ignoring it. She finished her breakfast and then sat back waiting for him.

Harry pushed his plate away once every remaining bite was done. He took her plate form her and pushed the cart to the door. He then returned to the couch and sat, staring at the floor. Abby thought she would go crazy if he didn't soon say something. He then looked into her eyes and she saw how worried he had become.

"Abby, before I can go through with anymore of your parents story, I need to explain something very important to you. You won't believe me at first, but please just hear me through."

Harry looked at her with such an intense look of need in his eyes, she knew that whatever he was about to say she would have to listen. She nodded her head for him to continue.

"Your father, Professor Dumbledore, was headmaster of my school, Hogwarts. The school specializes in developing the talents of young children. It is a school where children learn about witchcraft and wizardry. Your mother was a witch. Your father was the greatest and most powerful wizard of all. You, Abby have the most powerful of all magical blood flowing through your veins."

Abby thought Harry must have gone crazy. Magic blood, witches, and wizards…. Yes, must be crazy. Her thoughts must have shown on her face because Harry's face fell. "You don't believe me." Then his face brightened. "Well, I'll just show you."

He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a long stick. Abby looked closer and saw it was a wand. He gave the wand a twitch and before her eyes a rainbow appeared. Small streams of colored light poured from the end. As the light pooled onto the floor, it turned into a bouquet of wildflowers. Seeing the astonishing sight in front of her, Abby had to believe. Harry laughed at her as she stared. He then scooped up the flowers and handed them to her.

"Am I able to do magic?" Abby asked. "Do I need a wand first?"

Harry shook his head at her. "I don't know if a wand would help you. If you haven't noticed your powers yet, then you may not have any. I wouldn't think that a child of Dumbledore would be a squib, but it would appear so."

"What's a squib?"

"A person from a wizarding family that isn't capable of magic. It just doesn't seem possible and it's a mystery to me as to why your powers never came to be. We could have found you much sooner if they had."

Abby did not understand what he was talking about, so Harry explained. "When someone performs magic, it leaves a trail. In order to keep our world secret from the muggle world, the non-magical world, we have a government that creates laws for the magical kingdom, the Ministry of Magic. They are able to trace that trail, especially when used by underage wizards. If you knew magic then they would have found you years ago."

Abby felt disappointed in herself. If she only could have been born magical, then she would have met her father before he died. "Don't feel bad.," Harry told her, "Squibs may not be able to perform magic, but there are many things in the magical world they have access to. You may not even be a squib, there may be a reason for your powers not working, if you have them. Have you ever done anything that seemed strange to you, without meaning to? Especially, when you where angry or upset?"

"I sometimes have dreams that come true." Abby answered. Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, then he laughed. "It may be possible that you have some type of divination powers in you, only don't tell my friend Hermoine. She can't stand that particular part of magic. It would seem possible, however. Your father always seemed to know exactly what was going on, even before everyone else did. "

Abby suddenly though about something she had heard earlier. "What did Mrs. Kennedy mean when she said England would be an adventure?"

Harry took her hand and pulled her towards him onto the couch, "Your mother left her estate to you. I informed your foster father of this when I spoke to him yesterday. I asked him if I could take you back to England with me, in order to give you what is rightfully yours. I explained to him who your mother's parent's where, Lord and Lady Montgomery. You, Abby, have inherited the title from your mother. You are Lady Abbigail Elizabeth England Montgomery and you are very, very wealthy."

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Abby was sitting in the car alone, while Harry placed her bags in the truck of the car. The rest of her belongings had already begun the journey to her new home, er… homes. It seemed as though she had several properties that came with her title. Everything but the two back packs Harry had just placed in the trunk where floating in a ship, somewhere in the Atlantic, bound for England.

After Harry had announced her title things had become very hectic in her life. A few moments after he made the announcement, Mr. Kennedy had come in. Seeing the shock on her face, he knew Harry had told her about the title. After that, everything became a jumble. Mrs. Kennedy came into the room crying, her sisters where chattering; Abby could say nothing at all. Mrs. Kennedy then pulled her from the room, in order for her to start packing.

For two days, Abby had not been able to talk to Harry alone. Someone was always around. She still did not know the complete story about her parents. Harry must have known what she needed to hear because as soon as he slid into the car, he whispered to her, "I've been wanting to finish our discussion. As soon as we reach London, we will be able to talk."

Each of the members of her foster family then poked their head through her window in order to kiss her goodbye. When Mrs. Kennedy poked her head in, they both had tears streaming down their faces. "I love you.," they said at the same time. Smiling, they hugged again. Then Mrs. Kennedy turned her face into her husband's shoulder. As he wrapped his arms around her, he blew Abby a kiss. He then looked into the car at Harry.

"Take care of my girl." Harry took those words as seriously as they where spoken to him. "I will."

They drove off down the road. Abby turned her head towards the window and shut her eyes. The trip to the Dallas airport would be a few hours. It came as a surprise then, as Harry pulled the car onto an old abandoned stretch of gravel road a short while later. They where hardly fifteen minutes out of town.

"This is perfect." Harry stepped out of the car. "Come on, Abby. We'll be home in just a moment."

Abby stepped out of the car, not sure what was going on. "Harry, we still have a long drive to the airport. We have to board at eleven to catch the red-eye and it's almost six now and we were going to eat before the flight. Why have we stopped?"

Harry smiled at her, "I never said we where going to the airport. I prefer to do my flying on a broom, where I am in control. We are going to apperate."

"What's that?"

"Well, you'll see. It's not the most fun way to travel, but it's quick. You'll have to keep a tight hold on me, but in no time we'll be there. I'll send your bags first."

Harry pulled out his wand. With a flick, the bags made a loud popping noise and disappeared. Abby knew without asking that he had just sent her bags to England. Trusting him completely, she took hold of his arm.

"But what about the car. I don't want the Kennedy's to become worried if it's found abandoned."

"No problem.' Harry flicked the wand again. The car disappeared as quickly as the bags had. "It is now back in the rental lot, with a full tank of gas, keys in the ignition. The owners will simply think we returned it earlier and they forgot to mark it in the books."

Abby laughed and turned her face toward Harry. Standing so close to him she felt extremely happy and secure. As Harry looked down at her and placed his wand in his pocket, she knew that he was about to kiss her again. She placed one hand on his chest and used the other to pull his shoulders down to her. Raising on tiptoe, she met him half way. The kiss was fierce. His tongue met hers in a war of passion. As they battled inside of each other's mouth, his hands traveled over her body. One hand came to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. The other hand untied the straps of her dress and cupped her breast.

With a moan, she arched into him. She wasn't quite sure what to do, as this was only her second ever kiss, she did what felt natural. Pulling his tee shirt from the waist of his jeans, she slid her hand inside. His skin was warm and smooth. She felt her way up his trim stomach to his chest. She followed the trail of downy soft hair on his chest back down to his stomach again.

Harry took his lips from hers and ran kisses over her face. Picking her up, her dress riding up around her hips, he kissed lower, covering her neck and collarbone. Abby wrapped her legs around him as he took her nipple into his mouth, his hand still loving her other breast. She could feel something hard rubbing against her, between her legs. It took a few moments before she knew what it was. Only knowing that it felt so good against her, she moved her hips against him.

Harry growled. His hands slid under her and cupped her bottom, pulling her closer to him. He threw his head back in pleasure. It was then that he noticed sun light in his face. Opening his eyes, he noticed for the first time since they had began to kiss that they where out in the open, in the evening light.

"I'm taking you home now," he told her. "Hold on."

He pulled her tight. Abby suddenly felt as though she couldn't draw a full breath. She could feel her body begin to pull against itself. She could feel Harry pulling her with him. Shutting her eyes, she held on to him. After what felt like forever, she felt them stop. Harry slowly lowered her to the ground.

Abby opened her eyes, but could see nothing. It was very dark. She heard Harry mumble something beside her ear and then the room took on light. She heard a clock strike one time, somewhere in the distance. Looking around, she saw that they where in a very large bedroom.

The room was painted cream, except for one wall. The wall behind the bed, it was covered with a deep red silk cloth, which billowed softly in the sweet smelling breeze coming through the window. There where chairs in the room, tables and other furniture, but Abby did not notice. All she could see was the bed behind Harry.

It was huge. It stood high up off the floor with steps leading up. It could sleep four people easily. Four posters ran up each side, a canopy of white cascading down from the top. The pillows where stacked against the dark elaborately carved headboard. The white silk comforter was pulled back across the bed, in invitation.

"Welcome to Montgomery Manor." Harry stated. Abby did not reply back. Slowly she raised her hand to his chest and pushed him softly backwards until he reached the stairs. She then kicked of her shoes and pulled the hem of her dress over her head, and climbed the stairs. Lying down on the bed, she looked at Harry.

"Join me."

I hope this chapter was satisfactory. It would be nice to get some reviews. "hint hint"