Chapter Two
RPOV:
I was sitting the Library reading or as Sirius would say, avoiding Tonks. Nothing really wrong with the woman but she obvious didn't realize me feelings toward her only conveyed friendship. I sighed. There was no way I would be able to focus on this book with the constant threat of being smothered with unwanted affection from a best friend's cousin.
I heard a faint pop and then a loud clang of metal. Someone just apparated, I guessed. I book-marked my page and ran down to the kitchen along with some other Order members who must have heard the commotion. There were actually more people in the kitchen then I thought there would be. Thank gods for my height or I wouldn't be able to see what was exactly going on.
I looked over the heads of the crowd only to see Minerva standing over a young and very pretty girl. Minerva grabbed some cold water out of the fridge and dumped it on the girls face.
That has to be a horrible for a wake up. I thought shuddering. The girl's eyes fluttered open after a few seconds. Minerva smiled a genuine smile that I've only seen her use with very few people.
"Heather, my dear, what on earth happened?" Minerva asked, honestly worried. The girl leaned up supported by her hands.
She laughed nervously, "Yeah about that…" she scratched the back of her head. I noticed her American accent, something I'd heard only a few times before. "…well you know how I hate apparating…and my forehead sort of had a run in with that stove." she said pointing. Minerva nodded and looked up at the crowd of Order members. The girl named Heather turned around and noticed us staring at her and her face turned a dark red. The contrast from her extremely light ivory skin from before was brilliant. She stood up and I noticed her body for the first time. The curves were amazing. I had to bite back a howl.
Mooney. Get a hold of yourself, she's a child.
That is no child and you can tell.
Mooney, stop.
Sure thing.
Ugh. I definitely couldn't be in this house for the full moon now.
HPOV:
My aunt smiled as she introduced us to the Order members that were here.
"Hermione, Luna, and Ginny. I would like you to go show explain everything you can to her if you could? She needs some friends, after the Order meeting she'll be sharing a room with you, Luna. Thank you." And my Aunt walked away. They asked if I would mind sitting down and so we sat as a girl with curly brown hair introduced herself as Hermione. She was very pretty. A girl with orange hair and bright freckles said her name was Ginny, and a pale blonde with a distant look on her face introduced herself as Luna. They were very beautiful. I smiled as they filled me in on the past 6 years of Hogwarts and the European Wizarding world.
"Where are Harry and Ron, anyways?" asked Ginny. She was by far the funniest next to Luna. I had a feeling Luna wasn't really intentionally funny she was just a bit stranger than your average cookie.
"Harry and Ron said they had a to get some information from the ministry this morning for the meeting later. They didn't look very happy either."
"Of course they weren't. Their heads were full of wrack spurts this morning…" Luna said dreamily. I'd made a note to remember to ask about wrack spurts later. I noticed the door open to reveal a averagely tall boy with dark hair and round glasses and an even taller red head with freckles. After further observation, I figured they were Harry and Ron.
"Oi! Girls, who is this?" said the one who I figured was Ron. I extended my arm.
"I'm Heather, my families the newest members to the Order." I said a bit shyly. They both shook my hand and introduced themselves as Ron and Harry. Like I figured. They walked up to a man with a long white beard. He looked extremely ancient.
"So, what was the mission?" Ginny asked as they came back and sat down.
"Ginny, you know very well we can't tell you!" Ron said a little scared, I thought. Ron and Harry looked at each other and gulped.
"How do you like London so far, Heather?" asked Harry.
"Actually I haven't really gone anywhere really. I've been here and seen the stove and that's it." Ron and Harry gave me a strange look. The girls all looked at me before we burst out laughing.
"Wha- wait…on second thought, I don't want to know." Harry exasperated. We burst out laughing again.
We sat there and talked about the Quidditch team and how fun our last and my first year would be. I noticed that two men walked up to us behind Hermione and I turned my gaze to them.
"Ah, Hermione, who is this lovely lady?" questioned and extremely handsome man. His eyes a piercing gray, urbane mustache, and dark wavy locks. He was a bit older I noticed. Okay ,so maybe in his mid-thirties but I can still look. "Sirius, this is Heather Johnson." answered Harry before Hermione could open her mouth. Hermione looked a bit disgusted. He extended his arm and my eyes traced the intricate tattoos that laced his muscular -but not too muscular- arm. I looked up at his face to notice a smirk, he must have noticed my admiration of his tattoos. Non, the less I took his hand and shook it. He winked at me and I could feel the heat rise in my face. Jeeze, this was going to be a long month.
"Sirius," his friend said seriously but not intimidating. "I would not even consider that if I were you…" he said, smiling and shaking his head. I let my eyes take him in. He was even more attractive than Sirius. His light brown hair gleaming, I noticed something strange with his eyes. Blue and amber- a weird yet amazing mix.
"And why ever not, Mooney?" Sirius smirked, still holding my hand. Definitely not right to have a crush on older men. Not right.
"For one, I highly doubt you want Minerva to find out about you pursuing her niece. Second, she's going to be our student this year, Padfoot." Strange nicknames. I had to fight back a smirk as Sirius's eyes widened. He coughed a bit.
"Well, if you'd excuse me I see a witch over there that wouldn't not cause me to loose my baby-making parts." Everyone at the table broke down laughing.
"Thank you…um, what's your name?" I asked his extremely attractive friend.
He smiled, "I'm Professor Lupin. When we are not in school you can call me Remus though." I nodded. And he turned his attention back to his overly flirtatious friend.
Someone cleared their throat and grabbed the attention of everyone in the kitchen. I noticed the occupants had doubled. Why exactly did they need new members if they already had so many? Whatever. The man with the long beard from before, I managed to figure out his name was Dumbledore, was that speaker.
"The Order meeting has now begun." the man stated calmly and, as if it was even possible, he had even more of everyone's attention. I looked into his eyes and noticed a twinkle in his eye. Oh yes, this was going to be an interesting meeting.
"As I'm sure many of you are aware, we have three new additions to the Order of the Phoenix, Leighla, Lyle, and their daughter Heather. While Leighla and Lyle are British born, Heather is not. Take it easy one her, she will probably not understand your slang," He said with a smile. I was thankful that I wouldn't have to explain that to everyone but freaked when everyone's attention turned to me. He began again, "Heather will be joining us for her last year of school at Hogwarts as a seventh year. I assure you that she is not behind and maybe even advanced." I could feel the heat returning as everyone looked at me again. Great, they think I'm a freak. Dumbledore cleared his throat again to get attention off of me, which I was grateful for.
"Now, we have some very dreadful news from the ministry. They have passed a new law for the sake of the Magical Community, apparently. It states that any 18 year old girl must marry with in 3 weeks. They have picked your partner from past experience. Unfortunately, it seems Heather has come at the wrong moment and must marry as well, as must Hermione. I felt my hand raise to my mouth to cover the gaping whole that it left. The list in which you too are matched is in my hand. Let us hope you don't get set up with a former Death Eater.
Ugh. Come to London to start a new life? Yes. But I didn't realize it involved intertwining my life with someone else's. That was exactly why I moved to London, to get away from freaks who tried to force love on me. I couldn't believe this.