Sorry it took forever to update, I've been busy and got carried away with my other story. Hope you like!

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Tension filled the air and the emerald green eyes and silver gray ones connected, piercing into eachother.

Mad-eye quickly 'accioed' both boys wands but they didn't even notice. Everyone around the two stayed quiet.

Finally, Hermione broke the silence. "Harry? We need to…" her voice faltered as Harry continued to stare ahead at Draco.

"Draco, come on." Meghan grabbed Draco's arm and pulled, willing him to go back to the Dining Room. He stayed put.

Meghan gave Lupin a nod of her head and soon the two boys were fast asleep on the floor. After levitating Harry to the living room and Draco into the dining room, Ron and Hermione started asking questions.

"Why is he here?"

"They're going to kill eachother."

"Who are you?"

"You were in Slytherin, weren't you?"

"Where's McGonagall?"

"I don't fancy being here when they wake up without their wands."

"SILENCE!" Roared Mad-eye, his eye spinning madly in its socket. "Lets go have a seat and we can talk this over rationally and one-at-a-time."

After settling down in the dining room (Quietly setting Draco on the floor), they began to talk.

"Why is he-" Ron nodded his head towards the sleeping Draco "here."

"He needed somewhere safe to stay and this was the only place." Lupin said.

"He's the reason Dumbledore dead." Hermione said quietly.

"You already know the situations surrounding that incident. We don't want to go over it know." Lupin said, looking at the two teenagers.

"Ok, fine." Ron said grudgingly "Who are you then?" He turned his eyes to Meghan who told him who she was, what she could do and why she was here. Thankfully, unlike Draco, they kept their mouths shut.

"You're here to help? How?" Asked Ron, he looked extremely tired and Meghan wondered what had happened with the muggles.

" Undercover work, Fitting pieces together, just about anything you need help with." A moan from the floor made everyone snap their heads to where Draco was laying on the floor. Quickly, Meghan knelt beside him. "He's waking up. I'll go into the living room with Ron and Hermione so you can talk to him alone. I'll tell moody to get in here."

Meghan stood up and signaled for Ron and Hermione to follow her. "Alastor?" Meghan asked, peeking her head into the living room. "Lupin wants you in the Dining room to talk with Draco."

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Almost as soon as the three sat down, Harry began waking up and a minute later, he shot up quicker than a bullet. "Where the hell is Malfoy?" He growled, looking around as if Draco were lurking in one of the dark, dingy corners.

"He's with Mad-eye and Lupin." Hermione said soothingly. "Meghan here has a few things to tell you."

And, for the third time that day, Meghan told him everything he needed to know about her, leaving out only the things McGonagall didn't want them to know yet.

"You're telling me that you're helping the order?" Harry looked a little like he didn't believe her. "You can't be any older than us.

"I'm not but with my powers and a few other things, the order decided that they could use me."

"No offense or anything, but aren't Slytherins kind of untrustworthy?"

"Only if you're a stereo-type." Replied Meghan. A slight tinge of pink erupted on Hermione's cheeks but she said nothing.

"I'll behave myself if you keep that little dirt bag away from me." Harry replied.

Meghan only nodded. "I'll try but you will be living together for a while so I can't guarantee too much." Harry looked up at Meghan and their eyes made contact. She couldn't believe how green they were, she could have got lost in them if Hermione hadn't spoken. "Someone just came in the front door." The four of them jumped up and went to the door to greet their new guest.

All the Weasleys were standing in the entryway. Meghan sighed, knowing she'd have to explain herself once again.

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That night after a delicious dinner, cooked by Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione made their way to the second floor to have a talk in Harry's room.

Meghan waited until she heard Harry's door shut before taking a plate of cold food up to Draco's room.

"What?" Draco yanked the door open as Meghan knocked and an uncontrollable smirk played on his lips.

"Here's your food." She thrust the plate into his hands and began to walk away when Draco called to her. "I'm sorry, Will you just talk to me a sec?"

Meghan wanted desperately to tell the perverted pig off but his voice was pleading and she felt a little bit sorry for him. Who the hell am I kidding she asked herself I'm going because he's hott.

"What do you want?"

"To talk"

"About what?" He was sitting on his bed and she was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed.

"I haven't talked to anyone my age or of the opposite sex in a long time."

"It's only been a few months, and I would have thought you had got enough of Pansy Parkinson to last a lifetime."

"She's nothing, just a good f-"

"Gross! Don't even say it!"

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"I think this is bloody stupid." Ginny said huffily, sitting down next to Harry on his bed. "They should throw him out in the streets for the Death Eaters to find."

"We can't do anything about it" Hermione said sadly. "Meghan made it clear that they needed him."

"What is with her?" Ginny asked snappishly "She's only sixteen or seventeen and she's helping the order? It's a little odd, even if she does have that special power."

"I don't know, I get this weird feeling when I'm around her." Harry said.

"Me too." Agreed Ron.

Hermione and Ginny exchanged glances.

"She obviously has Veela in her" said Hermione

"It's not that kind of feeling" Harry said, blushing slightly "And she doesn't look like a Veela."

"What kind of feeling is it then?" Ginny asked, looking at Harry.

"I don't know" He began, "It just feels like she has known me forever and knows all my secrets."

"No" Said Ron, looking thoughtful "It feels like she has this calming peace about her."

"I told you, she's Veela." Hermione said exasperatedly. "Veela can give off a lot of different auras. She may not be all Veela, but she definitely has some in her. You better be careful."

"Well, I guess if her hair was blond, she would look like a Veela."

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