Note: This chapter may seem a bit odd, but I assure you, it'll all connected with chapter one in either the next chapter or chapter 4.
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Disclaimer: I am not the very popular, very lucky, JKR. My initials are SRR. No confusion there.
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Chapter 2: Dressy
"David, she's been accepted."It was all that was said before the line went dead. David hung up the phone. This would be their first successful infiltration. Now all they had to do was make sure she came out alive. The last one they sent in was too weak to survive and they had been reluctant to send another. That was nearly two decades ago.
David walked away from his desk. In the dim light of the desk lamp, he stepped to the file cabinet, unlocked and opened the top draw. He pulled out the only file it held.
He had been the main investigator on this case for nearly 30 years. Certain unexplainable things had happened in and during World War II that warranted the Order's attention. It was his first long-term assignment, one that was ongoing. He was to find out clues and information that would either explain or at least confirm some of his brethren's suspicions. So far, all that he could confirm was that there happened to be a group of people (how large they did not know for sure) that lived even more in secret than themselves.
Some years after David had been assigned the case strange things had started to happen in London again. They fit the pattern of the previous activities in the last Great War. He put together a team of younger members to go out into the field and investigate more thoroughly. A couple of his people came back with their memories altered.
Though he wasn't all too sure what type of powers these people had, David knew he had to get 'watchers' in to keep track of it. The problem, now that the happenings had started again, was getting someone on the inside. There wasn't much a sixteen-year-old could do, though David was sure she could relay what was necessary. Even then, David wasn't too keen on sending in a child to do what he'd rather be able to have an adult do. The fact remained; this secret society seemed to accept children far easier than it did grown men and women.
Not wanting to spend the rest of the night thinking on it, he moved back to his desk and placed the file in his briefcase. Checking to make sure he had everything, David turned out the lights and left the office.
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A young girl was sitting at the octagonal kitchen table in the breakfast nook of a fairly large size kitchen. She was starring forlornly at the orange and green striped plate before her. Her breakfast--which consisted of eggs, grits, and bacon-- sat cooling as she absentmindedly used her fork to play with it.
The letter was still on the table, written on faded yellow parchment--something right out of the old days. It was specifically addressed to her. At first, she wasn't sure what it was when her dad handed it to her; she never got letters anymore. Then she read the cover: Miss Dresden Niamh MacGregor -- Second largest bedroom. Who would address a letter like that? Maybe her dad was just playing a joke. However, that wasn't it at all. She couldn't believe it, a boarding school, in Scotland, for magic! Moreover, she was due to meet with its Headmaster within hours.
Dresden let her head slip out of her hand to fall to the tabletop, narrowly missing the plate, though jarring the glass of orange juice enough that it would have fallen. If a hand had not shot-out and stopped it.
"Cheer up Dressy. It wont be that bad," said the voice that came with the hand. It was deep, yet soft and gentle and carried an air of amusement.
"Dad," she whined. "Don't call me that." It came out slightly muffled as her head was still pressed against the table.
Her father rested a hand on her shoulder and leaned in close to her ear in order to whisper, "You're getting hair in your food." He then proceeded to kiss the top of her head, smoothing out the dark brown, loose curls.
She sat up straight, pushing her hair out of her face with both her hands. Opening her unusual light green eyes in time to see her dad take a seat across from her she frowned. "Do I have to go?"
Taking in her serious expression and the tone in her voice, Æmiel knew to tread carefully. "Your mother would want you to go," he knew that it was rather low of him to bring his ex-wife into this, but it got Dresden's attention. "She taught you everything she could before she left."
Dresden lit up with that revelation. Æmiel rarely, if ever, talked about her mother. She only knew a few things about the two when they were together and remembered even less from before her mother left them. Her dad just wasn't one for dwelling on the past; especially when it was personal.
What she could remember were some of the stories Jessica, her mother, told Dresden about the time before she and Æmiel were married. Her favourite of those retellings was of how they had met. She smiled wistfully at the memory of her mother dressing up in the same clothes she'd worn to a vampiric Goth club when she'd been searching of a friend of her grandpa-David's. The club had burned down and Æmiel had pulled Jessica away from the fire, saving her from the falling debris caused by the collapse of the building.
Her mother was beautiful with her fiery hair, slender petit form and green eyes. Jessica had disappeared a few years ago. Not even grandpa-David knew where she was. Dresden blamed her mother for their having to move back to England. She blamed Jessica for a lot of things. Including whatever problems they had and those that would come. Her father would be happy and less focused on his work if her mother hadn't left. In-fact, Dresden was sure she wouldn't be sitting there trying to talk her way out of going to some school of magic, being the new student yet again, if her mother was there.
"So this isn't just some kind of joke that you and grandpa-David and the others are playing on me? I mean, I know I can do things and see things that I shouldn't be able to, but so can all of your friends." Se was hoping that it was just a joke. As much as he dad was getting on her teenaged nerves, she loved him entirely too much to be gone away for nine months in a boarding school no less.
Æmiel signed and let a soft smile cover his lips. "It's no joke, honey. Your grandpa-David received a letter just like this one," he said picking up the Hogwarts letter from his daughter's willing hands. "His parents were too religious to let him go though. Even though he was already doing things against their religion he made sure to hide it. And plus, a string of murders had started just a bit before related to this letter--"
"Dad! You're not helping." Dresden glared at him.
He chuckled. "Sorry. I'm sure its alright now," he internally winced at the lie. The whole reason of their move back to the "old country" was because of things involving the letter was not alright.
He stood up, placed the letter back in front of her, and with one lingering caress to his daughter's head he walked out of the kitchen with a "Just think about it," said over his shoulder.
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A.N. Next chapter up soon. I wanted to post this tonight, so I left it as is. I'm sleepy, so I'm not writing the next part until tomorrow. I might post this weekend for both Secret Lies and this one. Muddblood of Slytherin is on temporary hiatus for now. I'm just too busy to keep up with 3 stories. Review please.