**Disclaimer** I do not claim to own anything that's not mine (J.K. Rowling wrote these amazing things before I could even dream of them). I do claim the main female character, and I'm not telling you her name yet. haha. :P

~3 Years Later~

The girl climbed, agilely, up the dark stairs within Hogwarts. Her dirty blond hair dimly reflecting some moonlight escaping from a high window. Her feet barely skimmed the surface as she stealthily followed the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Quirrell was a strange one, with his turban and nervous air. Albus had asked her to leave him be, but she was not deterred. He was headed towards the West wing.

*A Few Hours Later*

The girl softly whispered something to the stone statue before her. It whirled and turned, revealing a staircase. Her dark cloak billowed behind her as she quickly scrambled up the stairs. Voices could be heard from behind the door at the top of the stairs. The girl froze and disappeared. Seconds later a man with long, greasy, dark hair and a sneer upon his face stormed out of Albus' office. The girl reappeared and looked after Professor Snape as he grumbled his way down the stairs. She turned her body and started into the office through the open door. A feminine gasp sounded within the room and the girl turned to see that Albus had more than just the guest of Professor Snape. There sat Professor McGonagall, eyes wide and mouth open in surprise.

"It's alright Minerva." Albus said soothingly. Minerva turned steely eyes to him.

"It's alright, Albus? That the spitting image of Delilah walks through your office door, unannounced?" She exclaimed. Albus pursed a tight smile before replying, as he looked intently at the girl standing frozen, like a deer in head lights, in his office door way.

"She is not the spitting image of her mother and I would ask you not to mention her mother again. It is not a pleasant subject for the girl or myself." He stated firmly. A look passed between him and McGonagall before he continued. "I have been keeping her safe, keeping her secret, obviously. I would appreciate it, Minerva, if you would pretend to just forget you ever saw her. It will make things much easier for her and I." There was a long silence, before Minerva replied.

"Very well Albus. I shall keep this secret." She replied soberly.

"Thank you Minerva. This secret is very important to me." Albus replied. Minerva rose to leave. As she passed the girl, still frozen in the doorway, she took a long look at her before pulling her into her arms for a warm embrace.

"You're right Albus. She has her father's blue eyes." Minerva said in an emotion choked voice. As Minerva disappeared down the stairs, Albus moved toward the girl and dragged her gently through the doorway so he could close the door.

"That was very reckless of you my dear." Albus reprimanded in a soft tone.

"I'm sorry." She whispered back, while tears welled up in her eyes. Albus smiled lovingly at the girl before pulling her into his arms.

"Don't fret my dear. I know you are normally much more careful than that. Might I ask, what has gotten you into such a hurry that you are so careless?" He comforted and questioned as he released her and moved back behind his desk. He paced back and forth, waiting for her answer.

"I was keeping tabs on Professor Quirrell..." She began, but Albus' sharp, angry blue eyes silenced her from saying more.

"I told you to leave him be!" Albus said sharply.

"I know you did, but I had a bad feeling about him." Albus continued to pace behind his desk as she rushed on to tell more. "and I have good reason to distrust him now that I've tailed him to the West wing." She concluded with a firm nod. Albus stopped pacing and looked at her, his eyes full of knowledge and power.

"Very well my dear. I will keep a closer eye on him, but only if you promise to leave him alone. You have your assignments. Keep track of them and not people I ask you to leave alone." Albus demanded seriously. The girl gave a slight nod and disappeared. Albus looked around trying to see if he could spot his spy, like always, but had no luck. She reappeared to give him an ornery grin before ducking out of the office and scrambling quietly down the stairs. Albus stared after her for a little while with a smile on his face that turned sad.
"So much like her mother sometimes..."He mused to himself in melancholic air.

**This one is a little longer. Hope you enjoyed. R&R please. Thanks =)