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Chapter 2
Somewhere in Florida, America May 2007
Perched on the stool, with her back facing them was a girl. She didn't even turn around as she said, "You're late Albus. I've been waiting."
The girl turned around and all of the people assembled looked at her with a critical eye. She didn't look older than 17 and looked to be about 5'2". She was also curvy and had delicate facial features. She had messy, long, wavy hair and blunt bangs that was so black her hair looked purple. Her skin was golden tan color and she had pale green eyes. She was beautiful. When you looked closer you could see the tension in her body, like she was ready to attack. She had dark purple circles under her eyes as if she hadn't had a good night's sleep in months. She had a bruise on her right wrist and both of her knees were scraped. Her lush pink lips were chapped. And when you looked into her eyes they were empty and cold, almost dead looking.
While Alastor was muttering about 'constant vigilance' under his breath and the rest of the group looked at her incredulously, Albus addressed the girl, "It's a pleasure to see again Miss Darcy. I just wish it was under better circumstances."
As the girl opened her mouth to answer Sirius said quite loudly, "She doesn't look like she could take on a blast-ended skrewt." Remus immediately elbowed him in the ribs even though he knew everyone else was thinking it too.
"Well Mr. Black, looks can be deceiving. Especially when one's just got done fighting in a war about a week ago."
Sirius's exclamation of 'how do you know my name?' was drowned out by Bill and Tonk's simultaneous "What war are you talking about?"
"You Brits are all the same. So self centered, like there isn't magical communities all over the world. You're problem is being so contained, I'm not surprised by all the prejudice." Kingsley had to smirk at that observation because it was true. The only other person that seemed amused was Albus. "The war I'm talking about is the one that's been going on for the last few years. In urban areas such as Chicago, New York City, and Philadelphia poorer witches and wizards have been forming gangs so they can slaughter the more advantaged wizards and each other. The North American Ministry caught wind of it and tried to use peoples fear to stop it. Those stupid fucking asshole politicians just made it worse. The violence reached uncontrollable levels and I was drafted by the Ministry to stop it."
"What happened?" Remus asked curiously.
"I'm the only one left and that's all you need to know," She replied waspishly while rubbing a scar on her shoulder, near her heart, drawing everyone's attention to the sparrow tattoo on next to it.
"There's no need to take that tone," Sirius snapped.
Grey just laughed, "Mr. Black you should be more polite when you're asking for someone's help. You're certainly not making me more inclined to help."
Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling more than ever as he said, "Thank you for getting us back on topic Miss Darcy. I'm sure you know of the political climate in Britain. Voldemort is growing stronger everyday and I have very good reason to believe you can help us defeat him. We have come here today to see if you will help us. It could mean the difference between peace and total genocide."
"Albus, I really don't appreciate you pretending like I have a choice in helping you," she stated flatly. "And how many times have asked you to stop calling me Miss Darcy? My name is Grey."
"Well in that case, Kinsgley, Sirius, Remus, and Bill go shrink her belongings. Alastors go ward the house against intruders and secure the perimeter. Tonks, will apparate back with Miss Darcy after everyone's finished?"
Number 12 Grimmuald Place London, England
Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix May 2007
After Hermione and Ginny finished setting up the extra room they wandered down to the kitchen trying to get their heads around what Professor Dumbledore told them. Just as they reached the bottom of the stairs a sudden thought hit Hermione, "You know, the name Grey Darcy sounds really familiar."
"Hey, I think you're right. It really does…I just can't seem to place it though." Ginny replied.
In unison Fred and George said, "What are you on about?"
"Oh Gin! I've got it! She's one of the lead spell theory researchers in the magical world and she's got killer clothes!"
"Merlin's saggy left ball! You're right Mione. I can't believe we didn't think of it sooner."
"Wow, Gin. What do you think she's like? Do you think she'll talk about her research with me?"
"Forget the research Mione. Do you think she'll let me borrow her clothes?"
As the girls squealed, Fred and George shared an amused glance and said at the same time, "Why, don't you just love being ignored?"
Molly wandered out of the kitchen where everyone else was assembled, "Why are you two making so much noise? If you're done go sit then go in the kitchen with everyone else. Fred and George go sit in the kitchen where I can see you and don't even think about pranking that girl or you will regret it!"
"But Mum! How could you think we would do such a despicable, deplorable thing?"
Ginny piped in, "You both know that never works with Mum, so why don't you stop trying?"
"I had no idea you two had such an extensive vocabulary," Hermione snickered at the twins.
"Oi Granger! You better run!"
Before Hermione could even think about running the twins tackled her into the kitchen making a Hermione sandwich. Before anyone could react to the pile of people on the kitchen floor Ron violently stood up turning a very unattractive puce color bellowing, "OI! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"Hey Weasel. Don't be upset that she likes real men. You should be used to being second best." Draco and Blaise both snickered after Draco said this.
Before anyone knew it wands were out and hexes were flying. No one could do or hear anything over the yelling and chaos. Suddenly, everyone was silenced. They all turned to a beautiful girl who looked very amused. All she said was, "So this is the famous Order of the Phoenix?"