About four hours later, Harry sat beside the still form of the girl. Hermione, and Ginny sat with him; Ron leaned casually against the wall behind Hermione. They talked in low whispers as Harry explained in detail what had happened.
"So, the spells seemed to just bounce off of her with no effect?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, the stunners had even less effect on her than they do on Hagrid," Harry answered, "You think she has giant blood or something like that?"
"Not giant," Ginny said, "She's too small, but I bet one of her parents is something magical."
"What about these dagger's?" Ron asked.
"I've never seen this exact style," Hermione began, "But it's similar to a few I know. Lupin got it close. It's either Honor and Death, or Honorable Death, something like that."
Just then, the girl gave a groan of pain, and woke up.
"Where am I?" she asked weakly.
"You're someplace safe," Harry answered.
The Girl sat up and looked around for a few seconds before she looked at Harry and said, "Harry Potter, I'm glad that you survived the attack." She looked at the others, "You must be Ron and Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger."
"How do you know about us?" Ginny asked.
"I know everything, you'd be surprised how much you can learn by reading the Prophet, you just have to learn how to differentiate between what they write and what really happened."
"Thank you for helping me," Harry said.
"My honor would allow no other action," the girl said simply.
"Who are you?" Ron blurted out suddenly, ignoring Hermione's sharp glances.
The Girl looked scared for a second, but then said softly, "My name is Rachel Black."
"Black?" Harry asked.
"Yes, but I don't know if I'm related to Sirius Black."
"You know about Sirius?" Hermione asked.
"Just that he's innocent, and that he's Harry's godfather."
"How do you know that?" Ron said.
Rachel smiled and said, "I do my homework, and I've read everything published about Harry and the fall of the Dark Lord. A few of them mentioned Black's friendship with James Potter, and one said Black was his Best Man, and the Godfather of his Son. They mention the whole thing about the death of Pettigrew, but since he's alive and working with the Knights of Walpurgis."
"The what?" Ron interrupted.
"Sorry, you call them Death Eaters don't you, but since Pettigrew is alive and evil, it seems obvious that Sirius wasn't. He would have surfaced before this otherwise."
"I don't want to be rude, seeing as how you did save Harry," Ginny said, "But who exactly are you, why are you here, and how did you survive Avada Kedavra?"
Rachel laughed softly, "It is not rude to be curious, or even suspicious. I came among you suddenly with much knowledge and little explanation. I apologize for this." Rachel lifted the daggers and slipped them out of sight beneath her short coat behind her back before continuing, "The blades were a gift from my father, he taught me to use them, taught me to kill. He knew much about the Dark Lord, had discovered things no one else had. He told me that a child would trigger the beginning of Dark Lord's end, but that his last years would be his most terrible."
"Me," Harry said softly.
"Yes," Rachel answered, "He also said I would have a part to play, that I would give that child, now a man the weapon he needed to win."
"And what weapon is that?" Ginny asked.
Rachel smiled again, "Me."
"WHAT?" Ginny yelled, "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO HELP?" The others were staring at Rachel incredulously.
None of them saw her move, one second she was sitting calmly, the next she held Ginny flat on the floor her dagger blade resting gently on her throat. Ron stood stunned, the second dagger buried to the hilt in the wall next to his head, a bit of blood dripping from a nick on his ear. For another second no one moved, and then Rachel stood and slipped the dagger back into hiding.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" Harry demanded.
"You've seen my skills, the others hadn't. It was easier to show them, than try to explain. I apologize for any offence this caused, but I assure you everyone was perfectly safe," Rachel reached to help Ginny from the floor, but Ginny ignored the proffered hand. Rachel shrugged and retrieved her second dagger, "If it isn't a bother, I would like to clean up, there is a lot of blood on me." She looked at Harry again, "You could also use a wash, that first spell you used was very effective. What was is, Sectisempri?"
"Sectumsempra," Harry said automatically.
"Harry," Hermione and Ginny said shocked.
"They attacked me at Dumbledore's Tomb," Harry said.
"Yes, I heard he died," Rachel said casually, "Still the spell was good, it almost makes me regret that I didn't learn such things." She turned and looked at Ginny, "This is your house I believe, show me where I can wash. Harry, I believe you have used a sword before, write to whoever has it and have them send it to you. With Dumbledore dead, you have the most claim to it. Get it here by morning, and get some sleep, we'll have to start early if I am to teach you what I know."
