A/N: OK…there have only been two reviews. But then again…I haven't updated since last August. So it's all our faults. It's OK, I forgive you. LMAO! All right, picking up where we left off, Miranda and Harry are Apparating to India to try and protect the Indian Minister of Magic. So, yeah…here we go!

I Didn't Ask For This Chapter 2

When I could open my eyes and breathe normally again, I looked around.

And found myself in the middle of a very humid jungle. Miranda was sprawled on the ground, not moving, but still breathing. There were gashes on both of our arms, and a little blood on my cheek.

Miranda gave a low groan, pushed herself up onto her knees, and put her head in her hands. "I…hate…Dumbledore" she muttered, standing all the way up.

"It's like a Vanishing Cabinet…minus the cabinet" I said, looking around. She glared at me.

"Thank you, Sir-Points-Out-The-Obvious-A-Lot" she snapped. (A/N: 25 points and a cookie if you can name the cartoon that came from!)

"Hey" I said, noticing something sticking out of her pocket. "What's that?"

She pulled it out and held it up so that we both could look at it. It was a note from Professor Dumbledore.

'Dear Harry and Miranda,

I apologize profusely for whisking you away so quickly. But as I said, time is of the essence. To fill you in a little, you are in the jungles outside New Delhi, India's capital city. You will meet a man just inside the city gates, wearing blue robes and known only to you as 'Punjab'. He will give you some information about the Indian Minister of Magic, and some other pieces of knowledge you might find useful. Send an owl if you need help, or, Ms. Daniels, your cellular phone has international calling included. Marvelous invention, wouldn't you agree? Goodbye, and the very best of luck to you.

Albus Dumbledore'

"Oooh, that man infuriates me sometimes!" Miranda burst out, stamping her foot.

Directly onto a rock.

"OUCH!" she yelled, jumping around and holding her foot. I couldn't help a little bit, she looked like a jumping bean.

"Episkey!" she muttered angrily, pointing her wand at her foot.

"Very nice" I said, applauding sarcastically.

She glared at me, then pointed her wand at me and shouted "Petrificus Totalus!"

My arms and legs locked together, and I fell down, unable to move.

"Are we gonna stop making fun of me?" she asked, crouching down beside me. I couldn't respond, so I flicked my eyes back and forth.

"I'll take the eye flick as a 'yes,'" she said, performing the counter-curse.

"Not bad" I muttered, getting up and stretching out my arms and legs.

"I've been practicing," she said, pocketing her wand. She pulled out the scroll, conjured up a machete, and started to hack her way through the dense foliage. She didn't say much until we reached a clearing with some fruit trees in it. She picked a few bananas off a tree, handed two to me, and started peeling one.

We ate in silence for a few minutes before she said, "I'm sorry for jinxing you. I was on a hair trigger, and my foot hurt…anyway, I'm sorry." She held out her hand, and I shook it.

"So…any idea about which way to go?" I asked.

"Uhm…not really" she replied, looking around. "But I figure we can go the direction we were facing when we dropped in."

"Or…we could just…Apparate there" I said slowly.

"You mean, I'll Apparate, and you'll just be along for the ride," she said tiredly. "But seeing as how it's just about our only option…fine. But you owe me a drink. I'm going to need it."

She held out her arm, and I felt the vise-like sensation sweep over me.

As our not-so-great luck would have it, we Apparated 10 miles south of New Delhi, and had to walk the entire way because Miranda was too tired to Apparate again. When we finally reached the city gates, I bought us drinks, and then we started looking around for 'Punjab'. But by the time night had fallen, most of the crowd had disappeared, and no one was wearing blue robes. So we found a room at the nearest inn, but let me tell ya, we weren't too impressed. There was one bed, a bathroom, a T.V., and a phone. That was it. We looked at each other, and we were thinking the same thing: Magical Makeover.

And within minutes, we both had comfortable beds, the shower had 6 jets and an adjustable head, and we both had a meal we liked.

"Gotta love the wand," she murmured from her bed. "I'm this close to falling asleep."

"Yeah, I know what you mean" I replied. "I didn't even do the Apparating, and I'm beat."

This didn't get the chuckle I had expected, so I looked over at her, and wasn't really surprised to find her fast asleep, her mouth slightly open. I lifted the tray off of her, then went to my own bed and was asleep within 5 minutes.

When I woke up the next morning, I had a slight heart attack before I realized that I was in New Delhi on a mission for The Council, and the chick in the bed next to me wasn't a hooker. She was the girl helping me out. Besides, (not that I would ever want to hire a hooker) she was the wrong sex.

Which is something Ms. Miranda didn't need to know until I was damn ready to tell her. A blonde, buff surfer boy would've been more my taste. Odd how opposites attract, isn't it?

"Hey, Miranda" I said, gently shaking her shoulder.

WHAM! Out of nowhere, her fist flew up and hit me in the face.

"OW! WHAT THE FUCK!" I hollered, hopping around, holding my nose.

"Oh my God, Harry, I'm sorry!" she shrieked, sitting bolt upright. "I sleep defensively, when someone touches me, I just…hit (or jinx) first and ask questions later."
"So I noticed," I muttered dryly.

"Do you want me to fix it?" she asked worriedly, groping around for her wand.

"NO! I mean, no, thanks, I'll find a Medi Wizard," I said hastily.

She looked like she was about to cry. "I can't believe I did that!" she mumbled, sitting back down on her bed.
"It's OK," I said, sitting next to her, eyeing her hands warily. "We just need to be a little less high-strung around each other, is all."
"Or I need a sleeping potion", she muttered wearily.

"Well, come on, then", I said bracingly. "We'll get my nose fixed, and you can get that potion if you really want it."
"OK", she said. "I'm gonna shower first, though, OK?"

"Sure. I'll get some breakfast. Pancakes all right?"

She nodded, smiled, and headed into the bathroom.

When Miranda cam out 15 minutes later (and here I thought girls took forever to shower), she looked much better, and was even in a talkative mood. Over pancakes, eggs, and bacon, she managed to turn breakfast into a Q & A. All about me, naturally.

"I know this may sound like a bitchy, invasive question, so don't answer if you don't want to", she said, finishing off her eggs. "I was just curious: Do you have any memories of your parents at all?"

I was taken aback a little by her bluntness, but decided to answer anyway. "Uhm" I said, casting my mind around. "Vague snatches, mostly, not many events or incidents."

She nodded, spearing her last piece of bacon. "That's understandable. After all, you were only a year old when…when they died." She trailed off, sounding almost embarrassed.

"Yeah", I said, not looking at her. I smiled then, suddenly remembering. "I do remember one thing, though. My mum's eyes-the ones she passed on to me, ya know? They were always full of love whenever they looked at me."

She nodded sympathetically. "You know…those eyes aren't like any shade of green I've ever seen before. Anywhere." She gazed thoughtfully at me. "Did you ever think maybe your ancestry isn't…wholly human?"

I blinked (A/N: No pun intended) a little stupidly. "Hmmm…" was really all I could think to say. "What do you mean…like a fairy, or something?"

"Or something", she said, sounding amused. "I was actually thinking more like a fey, or something."
"A what?"

But before she could answer, there was a bang, a flash, and a cloud of purple smoke. A man wearing blue robes stepped out, waving the smoke away.

He looked at both of us. "About DAMN time!" he said.

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