Premonition Chapter 2: Mrs Figg, a harry potter fanfic

"So. On to the important stuff…" Severus Snape muttered causing the attention of all four teens to return to him. "The Horcruxes. Rachel and I already have one that I think you might be happy to see, for it is the reason you were late returning to Hogwarts, correct?" Harry nodded. "R.A.B. Regulas Artemius Black took it. And he also wrote out a specific will that was left to Narcissa, on the day of her first born child she would bestow the locket as a gift. No one expected the baby to be the heir of the Black family, and Sirius' daughter. Upon Sirius' last request to Narcissa that there unborn daughter would be named after his brother. Thus the name Rachel Artemis Black, R.A.B. that's why she and her alone can wear and touch it, because she is R.A.B." Next it would be Rachel's turn to do her telling of this story. "I found out in my fourth year under Igor's teaching that the necklace my mother had bestowed upon my neck in my first year of school was actuallySalazarSlytherin's locket. At that time I had no clue what it ment. Not until the nigth in the graveyard." She shuddered. "You were there?" Harrry asked. Rachel nodded. "A year after I found out about the Horcruxes Voldemort rose to power again, and in doing so my father pulled me from school to attened the meeting in the graveyard with him, of course I mean Lucius. He drug me from Durmstrang all the way to a meeting with Voldemort. At first I was mortified and stood behind my father, scared but determined to stand tall I moved slowly to his side. I know how scared you were, I could feel it. It wasn't until after you had left did my fathers so beloved master notice that a strange young being was standing beside a unmasked Lucius Malfoy. He called me out at once, it was then that I noticed Snape's late arrival. Master said nothing of him, but gently removed my mask. His touch sent chills up my spine. I remember very clearly him asking Lucius who I was. I think for a moment Lucius hesitated, but then said 'Her name is Rachel, she is mine and Narcissa's first born, she was kept a secret in the time of war for fear she would be murdered by the Order or Dumbledore himself, forgive me for keeping her a secret from you, My Lord!' and with that he dropped to the ground and kissed Voldemort's robes. The whole time Lucius was making this small little spectical, Voldemorts cold dead hand never left my face. His grip tightened and I feared he might of killed me then and there had he not looked at my face." Rachel stopped to catch her breath. "Go on, tell me your reason for helping me." Harry instructed. "Fine, Voldemort kissed me, on the forehead then decided I would be his bride upon turning 18, that only gives me two months. I will NOT marry that dead cold hearted man, you know what Lucius had to say about all this on the way home? Hm? 'I'm so proud of you, dear, you will be the Queen of the Wizardaring World, I simply can not wait to tell you mother.' Well, neither could I. I reached her first, thank god. Mother was ANYTHING but happy, her and father bickered all night, and mind you this was when I was 15." Rachel said before falling back on to the bed, so her head would fall over the other side, giving Harry the impression she hated the idea of being anywhere near Lucius.

Silence befell the room. Draco spoke next, "At least you get fame, I have to marry Pansy Queen of Complaints. God, she never shuts up, at least Voldemort is quiet sometimes." Harry gasped. "You two aren't afraid of saying his name, either!" Rachel laughed. "He requested I speak his name, as his future wife, that's why last summer I was branded. Plus when he found out I could see the future he wanted me all the more, and Draco… Pansy shuts up when you treaten to tear her lips off." Rachel chuckled. "Really, if we live through this war and I am still forced to marry the wench I shall give it a try, sounds like fun." Draco whispered to no one inperticular. Rachel sat up and grabbed Harry's hand. "Draco it's your turn to explain why the sudden change in heart." Draco looked at the floor. "Dumbledore was nicer than Voldemort… he never treatened to kill my family. It doesn't seem fair that I was going to be forced to become a Death Eater like my dumb father." Severus nodded. As if to say go on, and do so quickly. "Anyways, I requested that my father allow me NOT to become a Death Eater, seeing as he declined he forced me to do the stupid task and to become a lower level 'gofer' to the Death Eaters, where as Rachel was Voledmort's bride to be she became very high in the ranks of the Death Eaters, thus her purpose to the Order, she from the beginning supplied Dumbledore with information." Draco stated. "I hope with all of my heart, that you know I truly did care about Dumbledore. More than Lucius." Draco muttered. Harry nodded appreciativley.

"So, uhm, how do I help?" asked Dudley. The had simply ignored Dudley and semingly forgotten him. Rachel smiled and said, "Any weriod occurences around London and you let us know, okay?" Dudley nodded and stood to leave. "Okay, later. I'll write to you as soon as possible." With that Dudley left, and waved goodbye from the street. Rachel hugged Harry and smiled as he let her bury her face in his neck. Soon they agreed to leave the pub.

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"So, where to, Mr. Potter." Asked Rachel as she carried her bag beside him. Draco lugged not only his bag but Harry's as well. "Surrey. To Mrs. Figg's house." Harry told her as they forced there way through busy London into a empty alley-way. "And how, Potter, are we going to get there?" Asked Snape. "Mr. Webster, I suppose we are going to take the night bus to Surrey, if you don't mind." No one dissagreed so Harry pulled out his wand and summoned the night bus. They had agreed that the oddly threesum of Death Eater's would pose as American Wizards Harry had flown all the way to America to get, thus calling Severus Snape Mr. Webster makes sense. There new names are quite simple. Rachel Artemis Black became Sarah Jessica Webster, Draco Lucius Malfoy became Drake Lee Webster and last but not least Severus James Snape became James Don Webster. There ride on the night bus was full of gasp's and surprised looks apon seeing Harry Potter in the living along with three Gothic Wizards who spoke American. "Where to Mr. Potter?" Asked the driver in a forced tone of happyness. "Surrey, please, Private Drive." The man nodded and took off. The four wizards where thrust to the back of the bus. "Lets all sit on one bed, easier. Why did that man pretend to be happy to see Harry? Shouldn't he be REALLY excited to see him?" asked Draco looking dumbfounded. "I think he works for the Ministry." Rachel mumbled. "Huh?" Harry asked. "He was one of the Wizards that voted me guilt of the murder of that Muggle last year, I didn't kill him though, Peter Petigrew did." Rachel said it in an undertone, convincing Harry that she was going to be silent the rest of the ride.

"I agree. There is something odd about him." Snape mused aloud. The group grew silent and Rachel leaned her head against Harry's shoulder sending waves of pleasure up his spine. The four managed to fall asleep siting up.

Harry had the most wonderful dream again: Blankets danced in the breeze from the opened window of Harry Potter's small bedroom. Rachel smiled softly. She was propped up on one elbow, her face lit up in the pale moon light. Harry laughed loudly causing her to giggle. He was sprawled out next to her on his back, one hand behind his head, the other entangled in her petit hand on his chest. Slowly she brushed a piece of hair from his tanned face. Her pale body glimmered in the moon light and contrasted eerily compared to his tanned muscular figure. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He placed butterfly kisses up her arm. Smiling and giggling she playfully kissed his lips. "Harry." she whispered against them. "Ray…" he mumbled. "What's going to happen, I mean between us?" Harry asked the question that had been playing on both there minds here lately. "Honestly, I haven't a clue. We… I'm an ex-Death-Eather on the run from the ministry. And you are the damn savior of the wizarding world. We can't do this often, possibly never again. We were lucky about our timing, this time. We might not be so lucky next time." Rachel whispered. Harry nodded then rubbed her lips with his thumb. "Gods, Rachel" he whispered after she kissed him forcefully. "Harry, consider this a semi-vacation. Because in about one hour we have to go our separate ways and pretend tonight never happened." she kissed his neck and nipped at his skin. "Damnation!" Harry moaned as Rachel continued kissing down his collarbone. She was moving down his chest, planting butterfly kisses. She moved toward his nipple before gently licking it, then taking it into her mouth. "God!" Harry grunted. Her other hand crawled up his chest and pinched his right nipple; she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. "Shit…." Harry moaned as his back arched up, she switched nipples and began teasing his right nipple with her tongue. After a few minutes of torturing her lover she kissed back up his chest to the small piece of skin between shoulder and neck, she sucked on the sweat covered salty skin there leaving a blue-purple hicky. Harry finally stopped her. "Go, before Hermione or Ron finds us…" She did however arch her brow cutely then turned back to Harry. "I found another Horcrux I thought you might like it." With that she dropped a chalice in his hands. It had once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff. He could tell by the giant H on it.

Harry woke with a start to find Rachel curled up to his chest, completely unaffected by the dreams they shared. She did however arch her brow cutely in her sleep. She moved closer causing him to wonder if they shared all the dreams, or just this one. Rachel awoke moments later because she could feel Harry's eyes on her, among his hands. "What's wrong?" asked Rachel in a whisper against his chest. "Just a dream." He muttered back to her. "Oh, Okay." About that time the driver shouted. "PRIVATE DRIVE! SURREY!" Snape and Draco jumped up and grabbed all of the suitcases, Harry picked Rachel up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her face into his neck. "Harry." She whispered causing those waves of pleasure to move up his spine once again.

It was a semi-short walk to Mrs. Figg's home. Harry knocked on the door knowing it must have been around 2 or 3 in the morning; there was a ruckus upstairs as some one hurried down the stairs, "COMMING!" Some one screamed and the door flew open. "OH MY GOD! Harry! You're Alive! And you brought FRIENDS! Come in!" Mrs. Figg ushered them into her humble home. "Uhm, Mrs. Figg why wouldn't I be alive?" Harry asked amazed that Rachel hadn't woken up, or if she had she was still pretending to be asleep. "Well, there were Werewolves and Dudley said you fought them, and then disappeared everyone thought you had been killed or taken by Voldemort." Mrs. Figg put a kettle of tea on, "Who are your friends, Harry, dear?" She asked in a nose sort of I'm-here-to-protect-you way. "That's Mr. Webster, Drake Webster, and the small girl in my arms is Sarah Webster. Their from America, and I did disappear, but only because I had once over heard Dumble-Dumbledore talk about a family of three in America whom had fought against Voldemort in the last war, they relocated there and changed there names to the Webster's though, I knew we were going to need the best, so I went after them."

"Oh." Mrs. Figg stated then, "Well. I'm happy you're alive but you still look kind of beaten and bruised, and why are you carrying that child?" She asked. "Because she got to tired to walk, she was guarding us all the way here. We flew back, and I rode on her broom with her so I could sleep." Harry lied so marvelously. Rachel seemed back to life all the sudden. "DID YOU JUST CALL ME A CHILD?!?!?!?!" The house erupted in a sudden uproar of Rachel jumping down, pulling out her own wand and pushing her wand into Mrs. Figg's wrinkly old face. "Well… You do look kind of small, and you know, child like." Mrs. Figg said suddenly scared. "I AM NOT A CHILD! I am 18, and I'm NOT-" Harry clapped a hand over Rachel's mouth. "Terribly sorry Mrs. Figg, her anger gets away from her some days. Does your couch still fold out into a bed?" Mrs. Figg went from looking alarmed to being an overly happy hostess that was willing to let them stay the night and as long as they wanted.

Last they heard she was off to send for Lupin. "Harry, I really am sorry for that outburst." Harry smiled, "I thought it was funny." Rachel hugged him, and then they turned there attention to the other two misfits, Draco was curled up asleep beside Snape, on one side of the bed. "Shall we?" Rachel asked. Harry blushed as she smiled up at him. "Come on, then." Rachel grasped his hand and tugged him over to there bed, Harry laid down on the very edge and Rachel wiggled in between Harry and Draco.

"YES!" Mrs. Figg nearly screamed. "He showed up looking just like Sirius would have all decked in Black and sort of grimy. Not to mention the girl he's here with, almost blasted me to bits!" Lupin mused for a moment. "Who did he say these three imposters were?" He asked softly trying to calm the older woman down. "Webster's from America, here to fight in the war. If you ask me the girl looks a lot like Sirius Black, and the boy is extremely blonde." Lupin nearly gasped. They had to be Dumbledore's secret, these phony imposters… they must be the Malfoy boy, Rachel Black and Snape… that means Harry knows who they REALLY are. "Webster's you say. I know a James Webster. Could that be the dad?" Asked Lupin, hoping that Snape would use his middle name. "Yes, actually you know them?" Mrs. Figg questioned. "Yes, Mr. Webster relocated to America after the war with his wife, Silvia. They had two infant children with them at the time. Although I can't recall the names of the children, this must be him. I'll be right there." Lupin spoke into the mirror that connected him to Mrs. Figg.

Harry grasped Rachel tightly. "Are you okay?" Rachel asked as she sat up her arms still partially around him. "They died because of me. Sirius… died because of me… you never got to meet your father because of me… Dumbledore… died protecting me and our secret too." Tears fell from his eyes. Rachel kissed his tears away. "Harry your wrong, none of this is your fault. I met my father, in Azkaban several times when mum went to visit Bella. Dumbledore was dieing anyway, he was old, and if not that night he would have died before the end of the war." Rachel said as she clung to him, forcing him to have to hold her. He shot up and placed his face in his hands, elbows on his knees. Rachel sat behind him, and forced her arms around him. I could he blame himself for all of Voldemort's crimes? Harry wiggled around to face her, as she lay down; he snuggled closer to her, and fell asleep listening to the sound of her heart beating.

Sorry this took so long. My computer ate the original second chapter. thus the new shorten chapter. –Rachel-