"Will she be okay?" the twins asked worriedly.
The Headmaster nodded as he gently began to wave his wand over her body to heal her. "How was she able to defeat Voldemort like that?" Harry asked confused.
The older man smiled fondly at the girl as her wounds healed, "Alaiya is different from everyone else, even Voldemort, and that was his downfall." He gave a look to the aurors, "Head to the Ministry and make sure the Minister doesn't try to cover this up or try anything else along those lines. Minerva, will you and the other professors repair the parts of Hogwarts that may have been damaged?"
Everyone nodded and left quickly as he looked over the sleeping girl. He gently placed her cloak back on her and pulled the hood back up as he picked her up carefully. He looked at the Weasleys, "Maybe we can continue this at your home Arthur, Molly?"
They nodded and everyone apparated back to the Burrow. Fred and George were picking on Ron again. "Awe, ickle Ronniekins is mad at us Fred," George grinned to his twin.
"I have a favor to ask of you, Arthur, and your family," Dumbledore stepped into the room and gently laid the girl down on the couch. "I'm sorry to cause any more trouble for everyone but Alaiya needs to be looked after until Hogwarts starts."
Dumbledore smiled, "As I mentioned earlier, this is Alaiya and she's in the same year as Fred and George. Even though she's been trained in things far above what someone in their year, or even the school, should know she will still be in their grade and not advancing abnormally. This is to help her with learning how to interact among other people. All of her classes have already been picked. She has her books already waiting for her at Hogwarts. You can take your cloak off now dear, you're safe."
The twins perked up and they all watched as she was already standing and making her way to where Dumbledore stood as two slim hands reached up and removed the hood to reveal straight black hair that seemed to have a natural blue shine to it. She had her eyes closed and sighed as she raised her head back up. She had smooth pale skin and soft cheekbones with what would be considered a small cute nose.
Harry and Ron blushed at how pretty she was while George nudged Fred in the side when he realized his brother was staring with his mouth open and whispered, "You're gonna drool on the table." Fred snapped back to reality and nudged his brother back.
"My dear," she turned towards the Headmaster, "You must open your eyes sometime and please remove your cloak fully. Everything will be fine. No one here will hurt you nor will they take any of your belongings away or think differently of you." She stiffened until he rested a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Is there something wrong?" Harry asked as they watched this young girl fidget in her spot.
Dumbledore shook his head, "Nothing's wrong. Alaiya is special, which is why she was able to defeat Voldemort the way she did."
She shook some and began to sweat until he patted her shoulder again, "Will you please show them? The two that I told you about are here as well. Everything will be fine my dear."
Harry and Ron shot the twins a confused look, who just shrugged, until they heard her sigh. She reached up and unclasped her cloak and let it fall to the ground. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked on in sadness as the kids looked on in curiosity.
She wore a black tank top and black pants that had rips and bloodstains on them. Scars littered her upper arms and neck. The others realized there were more they could not see. She had daggers strapped to her forearms and a short sword harnessed to her back, the clasps that went under her chest made them stand out more as the boys had noticed. Her wand was in her front pocket for easy reach.
Fred grinned and walked quietly over and began to reach for a dagger when the others noticed the girl's muscles all tense up. "I wouldn't do that Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore started quickly.
Before he could finish the warning, she had caught the wrist and spun him around using his own arm over his neck to keep his back flush against her front. The others gasped as he tried not to blush from her chest being pressed flush to his back.
"Hey! Let my brother go!" Ron jumped up as George got closer, a raised eyebrow at his brother's flushed cheeks.
She growled low in her throat until a smell hit her nose. The Headmaster watched with a knowing look as the girl froze. She hissed something under her breath that seemed to be in another language, as she realized the smell was coming from the boy she held trapped.
Fred squirmed in her hold when he felt her move closer to his neck. Even though she was about 5' 5", she was stronger than she looked. He looked around the room for help until he felt hot breath on his neck and tensed.
Suddenly, he felt her head resting on his back along with most of her weight as her grip loosened until her arms hung by her sides. He looked confused as Dumbledore walked up, "Fred, would you and George help keep her standing against the wall?"
George walked over slowly and led the girl to the wall where they stood on either side of her and held her up gently by her upper arms.
"What just happened? Why did she go limp after she smelt Fred?" Mrs. Weasley asked worriedly.
"Maybe it's because Fred smells bad," George snickered as his brother made a face at him.
Dumbledore chuckled, "Quiet the opposite, really." He looked around at everyone until his eyes landed on Harry, "Harry, why don't you and the others go upstairs."
"Why can't we stay down here?" Hermione shook her head at Ron.
"Ronald Weasley, you take your sister, Hermione, and Harry upstairs this minute," Mrs. Weasley said with no more room for arguments.
