Transylvania

Chapter 1: The girl from Transylvania

It was seventh year, boring as usual. Since the infamous Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort, the excitement that usually came along with each new year evaporated. The espionage vibes you'd get, walking anywhere in the castle, alert for anything suspicious. Of course there were still Death Eaters out there, but they seemed a little scared at moment, having fled to some far off country on the far side of Romania.

As Ronald Weasley took his seat next to his friend Harry, he felt odd. The atmosphere was different. Something was coming, he could feel it. As the feast started, Ron dug into his steak and kidney pie. He had always had a rather large appetite.

As the middle of the feast approached, the Great Hall doors opened, and in walked someone so strange Ron actually stopped eating.

It was a woman, one of the strangest women he'd ever seen. She looked very angry, and very lethal. Her clothes consisted of tight, black jeans, a heavily embroidered corset, and a black shirt under it. On her belt, were various weapons. A very long sword sheath, that happened to be full. A pistol in a sheath as well. There was a loop on her belt, where a club with a hand balled over a pointed steak. On her boots were small army-like knives, in various sizes. Very hard to see, were under-sleeve dagger sheaths, that made creases on her clothing. She had fiery red curls, swinging as she walked. Hers was a face of pure justice and power, a stubborn chin, full lips, and short, upturned, nose. She had hazel eyes, glinting with intelligence, curiosity, and a bad temper.

The woman wasn't perfect, she was a bit bulky. Her arms muscled, and legs and hips a bit meaty. The corset did show off her thin waist, but that was all. She wasn't a wizard or witch, Ron could tell by the way she addressed Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore! I have business with you! Right now!" Her voice was dripping with a Romanian accent.

"Yes, Ms. Alden?"

"Your 'Death Eaters' are wreaking havoc on Transylvania! We have enough to deal with!"

"I did not send them, therefore I cannot summon them."

"You are of no use, now. Is it not fair that you are rid of your problems by dumping them on us? Or your problem's problems! I don't care! All I care about are my people's safety! Your problems are picking off more of us then already! I will not have it, and I will not murder someone else's problems!"

"I am seeing they are your problems now," McGonagal sipped her drink.

"No, I will not take it. Is it not enough we have vampires? Not the nice ones you have, to mention!"

"Ms. Alden, we cannot do anything. Our young Mr. Potter has gone through enough in his seventeen years, and I will not ask him to go through more."

"Seventeen years? And have we not gone through enough in the past two hundred?"

"Antonia Jasmine Alden! We will discus this later," Dumbledore rose his voice.

"No, we will not! Let me speak to this 'Mr. Potter', for I have some news for him."

"Harry, bring your friends and meet me in the room you went to for the Triwizard Tournament." The Headmaster stood, beckoned to the woman, and she followed.

"Who is she, Dumbledore?" Asked Hermione.

"Hermione, Harry, Ron, this is Antonia Alden. She is from Transylvania. Her and her family have slain the vampires there for centuries."

"Oh?"

"Yes." Antonia snapped. "Which one of you is Harry Potter?"

"I am." Harry rose his hand.

Antonia walked so she stood in front of him. She looked at Dumbledore, and pointed to him. "This is the one who defeated him?"

"Yes, I did." It was Harry's turn to snap.

"Fine, you look a little scrawny to me, no offense. I'm not leaving until I get some help with the situation back home." She declared.

"Then you are going to wait a long time. A year, at least."

"A year! A whole year? I will not!"

"You will, if you want our help."

"What if I bring one, and it's not Potter?"

"Which one?"

"The redhead."