Disclaimer: for anyone who cares, yes I no it's shocking, but I'm actually not JK Rowling. Even more amazing, I don't even own any of her characters, and I also don't own the dæmon idea. It's from Phillip Pullman, I just changed stuff.
Also, did you no that Embargo backwards is o grab me?

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Harry was back at the Burrow, finally. He had been there for a while, along with Hermione, who claimed she needed to get away from her parents.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had heard talk about some new girl who was arriving from overseas, and she was supposed to be of some great importance to everyone. The four of them together could think of no particular person, but they knew she was going to be a pupil at Hogwarts, and she was in their year.

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One night, three days before they were to go back to school, Mr Weasley sat them down at the kitchen table.
"Now, this is very important. You all know about the Paralos family, don't you?"

Harry looked around. Ginny and Ron's expressions were grim and Hermione looked a little worried. Harry could tell that this was another example of his ignorance about the wizerding world, because he had no idea what Mr Weasley was talking about.

"But, they're all dead, aren't they?" Hermione asked. "The last ones were caught by the dementors, so how does this have any relevance to anything?"

"Sorry, but who are these Paralos people?" Harry asked.

"The Paralos' have been around for centuries." Mr Weasley began. "They are an extremely old, aristocratic family. One of the oldest pureblood families in history. Supposedly though, every person to be born to that family are all rotten to the core. There have been a few exceptions, I suppose, but they are one of the oldest and greatest families of dark art followers ever known. They did anything for power - extremely power hungry. Much like the Malloy's in fact." He gave a cold smile. "Many rises throughout the ages. You-know-who's mother was actually a cousin of a Paralos, in fact. Anyway, that hunger, as it was, really was their downfall. So many of them were killed by their own experiments to gain power, or by murder, that their numbers dwindled. Only two remained."

"That was Vrael, who was killed by Aurors a few months after You-know-who's fall, wasn't it?" Hermione asked.

"Well, that's the theory, but no one really knows for sure what happened. Anyway, the point to the story is that they had a child, and the Order has found her, finally, and so we are to protect her."

"What, that can't be right!" Hermione exclaimed. "They were all finally wiped out, are you sure?"
"Well, it's a bit hard to prove otherwise, because she is with a dæmon." Mr Wesley noticed their perplexed looks. "Its like a shape shifter, I don't quite know, but only the Paralos' have ever been born with them. It really is a very rare bit of knowledge, as they are so extremely rare, but only a true Paralos can have one. They really are a chance of a lifetime to see. Well, she's been rescued by Dumbledore and she's arriving tomorrow."

"Ahh..." Ginny said. "But didn't you just say they were all evil?"

"Dumbledore says she's one of the few exceptions, so who are we to judge?"

"Dad, aren't you crazy? We can't have someone like that loose in a town, let alone this building!" Ron wailed. "You've heard the stories, the horrifying stories, I might add!"

"It's important to know that Dumbledore trusts her, and anyway, just because she happens to be in that particular family, doesn't make her bad. So stop overreacting."

"I don't know." Hermione said. "I've read that Vrael was even closer to You-know-who than anyone else, so what about Harry? Don't you think it's a bit dangerous to have someone here whose own father was partly behind all of the horrific things that happened?"

Mr Weasley shifted in his seat. "I really don't think its right to be discussing this, but all I can say is that You-Know-Who is on the lookout for her, because of a weapon he is devising. No one quite knows what it's about but it involves her dæmon. She must be protected at all costs; she can not be taken by him.

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The girl arrived very late at night the following day. The four had spent the day wondering about this girl with such a strange background.

Ron, with the aid of Ginny, told Harry and Hermione myths surrounding the Paralos'. Most of them included gore and some sort of murder, funnily enough.

"And one of the recent ones… can't remember his name," Ron was saying, "but he had a fascination with muggle torture. You know that crazy muggle, during one of the wars, umm..."

"Hitler." Ginny said.

"Yeh. Well this Paralos guy was what drove Hitler to go so barmy, they say, and secretly aided him to develop his ideas, through his dreams, apparently.

"Some say Hitler was the muggle version of You-know-who," Ginny added.

Harry wanted to know more about this dæmon thing. He imagined a black creature, like a Redcapp, with large leathery wings flying at his face.

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At around 11 o' clock there was a faint click of the door. They were all in the dining room, falling asleep when Dumbledore entered the room, followed by Tonks (her hair this time was long and jet black), Mad-eye Moody, Mundungus Fletcker, Kingsley Sacklebolt, and the girl. She was wearing muggle clothes - long, ragged worn jeans and a black jersey, her dark brown hair roughly done up in a messy bun. She looked dead on her feet, though she stood tall and straight backed. She had a strong, defiant face, which looked around the room enclosing her, taking everything in with her intense deep blue eyes. In her arms was a large wild looking black cat, though it had strange blood red markings on it's head, legs and tail.

Dumbledore looked at them. "I apologise for being so late, but we ran into a bit of trouble. This is Melpomene Paralos. She will be going to school on the train with you. Melpomene, this is Mr and Mrs Weasley, their children Ron and Ginny; and this is Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. You will be perfectly safe here. I plead you not to ask too many questions, she will say what she can when she is ready." He glanced at her. "Molly, could you please show her to a room, she's been through a lot this past week."

Mrs Weasley gently led her away into the hall and up the stairs.

"Please don't be afraid of her. She is in no way any danger to any of you. She has been through almost too much for a young woman her age can bear, much the same as Harry.

I will tell you though is that she has battled all the way from her birthplace of New Zealand, in total taking her over three, nearly four years looking for a sanctuary. All she needs now is rest and good friendship."

Harry noticed that Dumbledore looked frail, his features showed sever fatigue and he seemed older than Harry had ever seen him.