A/N --/-- Hope you like this. It is a Harry Potter/OC pairing.

Disclaimers --/-- I own no creations in this story pertaining to the Harry Potter story. All copy writes belong too J.K. Rowling. I only own Alias Demos and all creation pertaining to her.

Summary --/-- Troubled as Harry is after Dumbledore's death, he must face Voldemort. Although something puts a stop to his plans, some one is stalking him. And he just knows that whoever it is magical. He assumes it is Bellatrix Lestrange, wait till he finds out its not…

The Meeting chapter 1

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, lay on his bed. His aunt, uncle, and cousin Dudley had left to go see a play. It was then that he got that same familiar tingling sensation. Someone, or something, was watching him. He knew it wasn't his owl Hedwig. No Hedwig was taking letters to the Order of the Phoenix and his friends. He sat up and looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of his discomfort. "Who's there?" 6 years ago he would have felt stupid talking to himself in an empty house. Now at the age of 17 he didn't feel the least bit stupid in doing it.

He could tell someone was there. He stepped out of his room and into the stairwell where he saw a black cloaked figure standing. Height portrayed a man, but build as strong as it was, portrayed a woman. He came down the steps, sensing nothing evil from this…person. "Who are you?" She spun around and he was startled to see an intense gaze coming from a sharp angular face that jutted out with determination. Normally he found this an unattractive look on women, but on the woman before him it made her look beautiful if not stubborn as all hell. Her gaze never left his. Green fire was matched by an amber stone that seemed to grow in intensity as she watched him. He wondered if this was how he was going to die. Because he had been killed by a pretty deatheater.

"Alias Demos." Demos was not a name he knew to be on the side of evil, but she could be from another part of the world. "How do I know that you're not working for Voldemort?" Her eyes narrowed at his name. But she didn't flinch in the way that all deatheaters did, she didn't even shrink back like Ron did. "Voldemort is someone that you should refrain from speaking about near me. I may be your protector, but no where does it say that I can't maim or kill you myself." She pulled a ring off of her finger and threw it at him. He reacted and caught it. Looking at it. It was the gold ring that Dumbledore had always worn with a blue stone in the middle that had that same twinkle his eyes had, had.

"Dumbledore was a Grandfather to me. I'm here on his and my foster father's wishes." She noticed Harry's perplexed look. "My foster father was your godfather. Sirius Black. He adopted me after Voldemort killed my parents." She held no emotion in her eyes, but somehow he just knew that the memory of that still hurt her horribly. "You saw him come back didn't you?" He was pulled out of his trance. "How did you…did Dumbledore tell you?" She shook her head in a 'no'. She closed weary eyes for a second before opening them to look at Harry. She seemed genuinely nice. "No, but I can see it in your eyes." He shrugged a little. Then it dawned on him, he had failed to ask why the bloody hell she was here. "Um…Miss Demos why are you here?" He didn't know what to call her so he went for polite and some what formal.

"Call me Alias, Harry and I'm here to take you too Grimmauld Place. That is where you live now; your aunt, uncle and cousin are dead. They were killed by deatheaters and those exact deatheaters are outside waiting for you to walk into the kitchen. So stay where you are. I'll call you when it's safe. Don't even think about arguing!" Damn she's good, he thought to himself as he watched her cloak billow out the front door. All he heard was what sounded like a muffled explosion. Then a scream. He grabbed his wand and ran out into the backyard. Only to be somewhat shocked by what he saw. Every deatheater, and there were a good 15 of them, was tied up, gagged and with his or her wand in Alias' hand.

"Well that's new." He looked at her to see if she was the source of the scream, then he saw what had made her scream. A rat was crawling out of her shirt. She glared and grabbed it quickly. He ran over to her to see a very familiar rat. "Wormtail." They said in unison. They looked at each other, before looking back at the rat who was now transforming into Peter Pettigrew. She caught him quickly before he could move. It looked as if he was trying to apparate away from her, but she seemed to have some way to keep him from leaving. "Uncle Peter, you aren't going anywhere." Now that shocked Harry until he remembered who her 'father' was. Some part of him was extremely happy that they weren't related. Otherwise it would be so wrong to think she was hot. In his moment of distraction one of the deatheaters broke free. She turned in time to be tackled by Avery. She was knocked onto her back, hitting her head on a rock that Petunia Dursley seemed to have missed. Avery and Peter apparated and fled. The other deatheaters apparated as well. Harry knelt over her and found that she was merely unconscious.

It was then that he really got a chance to study her appearance. Her hair was a smoke brown color and bone straight. Her skin was an olive and apricot complexion. He guessed from the sun. Her lips were full and red. They made her seem almost innocent in the way they pouted except their dark color was so not an innocent color. Her cheekbones were high and her chin jutted out proudly and stubbornly. She was at least six feet tall making her only three inches shorter than he was. She looked almost calm when she was unconscious. Her features before had been hard, and unwilling to give anything up. Somehow he just knew he would never see her like this again. As it was she was waking up.

He backed away a little to give her room. She was instantly on her feet. "They left." He heard himself say it but it didn't really register until he actually looked around and noticed that they were really gone. She too looked around and had a dejected and insulted look on her face. "Two legged ass munches." He looked at her strangely, trying to figure out how she would come up with calling someone an ass munch. He shrugged it off when she saw his confused face. "So how are we getting to my place?" That sounded so odd coming from him. He had never really owned a place. She looked up at the sky. "Well I believe that the guard will want to take you with them, since I can see them. I've got to be going. They don't know about me." She just disappeared into thin air. When the guard landed he smiled at Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad Eye Moody and Lupin. "Harry who were you talking to?" Tonks looked at him with an almost suspicious eye.

He cleared his throat and summoned his firebolt and stuff. "Let's go." The guard didn't question him further as they rode off into the night. His mind was transfixed on that woman. Alias Demos, had she been real? Or was she some sort of trick his mind was playing on him. For not the first nor the last time, he wondered if this was all a dream and that he would wake up any minute now. It didn't happen. He found himself at #12 Grimmauld Place.