Title: Dratted Death Eaters!
Author: Super Smexy Snuffles
Beta: R. F. Lupin
Disclaimer: Already covered this . . .
A/N: None at present.
For other information, please see first chapter.
Chapter 2
"Nice to meet you Alexandra," Harry said.
"You won't think that after your lessons start. But thank you anyway," Alex smiled, and the Weasley boys grinned at each other. Their first love had returned to them, and even Bill smiled at her while she spoke to everyone. Phlegm was, needless to say, not liking this Kincaid woman one iota.
When everyone had finished eating, Remus asked Alexandra if he could talk to her, privately. They left the room and went outside.
"Alex, you realize that your presence here will not go undetected. Thus it is that, Minerva and I, as well as several others, believe it is time you claimed your godfather's house. Albus Dumbledore left his earthly possessions to you for a reason, one that you know better than anyone, I'd wager," Remus told her as they moved out of the Burrow's lawn.
"I believe what you are trying to say is that you think that his house has just the sort of special protections on it that only he could have managed and that that is where I should take the Weasley horde, and Miss Granger, and Mr. Potter and Longbottom?"
"Well, yes actually."
"Tell Minnie that I had already intended to do just that. Also tell her that it would be better if she allowed me and those teenagers access to Hogwarts at any time. I know that if they start losing hope at any point this year, that Hogwarts will rejuvenate them as it did me."
"I understand what you are saying, but your bond is infinitely stronger than theirs. That is where Dumbledore found you, all those years ago."
Hogwarts, Twenty-seven years ago
Albus Dumbledore was entering his office, Minerva McGonagall following behind.
"You realize that in September they will all be here, right Albus?" McGonagall asked as she sat in one of the chairs before his desk. Dumbledore was, of course, now sitting in his own chair.
"Yes, Minerva I do. There is just the matter of the other. I do not understand how this one will be a part of their lives," Albus sighed.
Then they heard a loud crack, and before the stood a small girl with raven black curls and sapphire eyes, no older than two years old. She looked around her surroundings and took everything in. When her eyes finally landed on the two adults in the room, she smiled. She held out an envelope, a rather large one. She let go of it and it floated to the Headmaster, landing on the desk before him. He opened it and read.
To Headmaster Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards),
This is the other. She is named Alexandra Kincaid, though that is not her family name, we have change that to protect her. She popped into Hogsmeade when she was an infant, in the year two thousand and eight. She spent the next two years with various Order members. We kept her safe as per the letter with her requested. She was deposited in our time period from several hundred years prior. We are unsure as to whom sent her, but it was discovered that she was born in Hogwarts. We believe her to be the missing daughter of Godric Gryffindor, the only child born in Hogwarts. If you recall the legend, the babe disappeared four days after she had been introduced to the wizarding community, following a vision from the Lady Gryffindor. What is most shocking is that her first words were far beyond what a normal child her age would have been capable of; they were "Hogwarts, Dumbeydore, and Voldie." The meaning of these being obvious to us for reasons we cannot divulge at this time. Furthermore we were instructed to bring her to Hogwarts, exactly two years after we found her, and place her in the Headmaster's office with this letter, written exactly as we have. It was explained that she would then be taken to the time she was needed most. Her first words told us she would be coming to you, and after that, it is history that tells us what she shall become.
Sincerely,
Those Whom Seek the Salvation of the World
Looking up from the letter, Albus saw that the child was now asleep on an armchair, Fawkes perched on it above her shoulder.
End Sojourn to the past