Chapter 3
"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."
- Helen Keller
As the Order was discussing –or arguing in the meeting, Kyra quietly stepped out of the room and decided to tour the house by herself. Her hands touched the counters, the couch, and then, her feet stopped when she spotted a library. Kyra permitted herself inside and could tell no one has been here for a while because of all the dust and spider webs.
Her fingers touched the top of the dusty books and smiled when she felt the rusty paper. Kyra sat herself down at a table and pulled a book from a counter. She giggled, realizing she grabbed a romance novel. But decided to read it just to see if it was interesting at all. But it was interesting. Kyra was so involved with the novel that she didn't seem to notice Mrs. Weasley's presence.
Molly Weasley noticed the vampire wasn't in the meeting and decided to excuse herself to find her. She didn't trust her enough to be alone in Harry's house, and doing god knows what. Surprisingly, she found the vampire in the library and smiled seeing the sight she was seeing. Kyra was leaning against the chair as her feet were on the desk, reading the novel in her hands.
"You like to read?" Mrs. Weasley's voice said and caused Kyra to fall off her seat.
"Um, hello." Kyra said embarrassed that an actual vampire jumped because a human scared her. "Is there something that you need?"
"Why are you in the library?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"I was hunting." Kyra smirked but saw that Mrs. Weasley wasn't smiling. "I was reading a book. I like to read. Books are…my life."
"I see." Mrs. Weasley said and couldn't help but feel reminded of Hermione. "Well, do you mind reading in the living room? I like to keep a close eye on the guests."
Kyra nodded her head understanding the woman's meaning. "Of course."
Kyra walked behind Mrs. Weasley, holding the book in her hand, and could see the elves hiding in the shadows with fear. Kyra halted in her tracks when she saw something caught the corner of her eye. She turned her head and saw a moving photograph of a curly brown haired girl smiling and waving. She sat near the chimney with a book in her hand. Mrs. Weasley turned around and saw Kyra standing near the picture of Hermione but the look on her face; it was like she saw a ghost.
"Who is this girl?" Kyra asked.
"That would be Hermione Granger." Kyra spun around and saw everyone from the meeting, standing behind Mrs. Weasley. Harry walked out of the crowd and stood next to the red head female. "She was my best friend."
"Was?"
"She went missing two years ago." Ron said.
"And you believe she is dead."
"No." Harry said and Kyra saw fury rise in his eyes. "I don't believe she is dead. Hermione is the brightest witch of her age and I know she is alive."
"I like your determination, Mr. Potter. But it can get you into trouble." Kyra chuckled. "I am sorry for your friend, though."
Harry looked at her surprise this vampire was different than he expected. "Thank you."
Kyra moved her eyes away from Harry and stared at the adults, "So have you made your decision?" She asked.
"Yes, we have." Mr. Weasley announced. "You have our permission."
Kyra smiled, knowing she may not have their trust, but soon she will because tonight proved something to her. They didn't think of her as the enemy. "Thank you."
"Well, it's getting late and we should all get some rest." Mrs. Weasley announced.
"One more thing, Molly," Dumbledore said. "Kyra, I want you to bring two vampires from your clan that you trust so we can arrange everything before the school year begins."
"Alright." Kyra said and walked to the front door, "Good night."
"Ablus, are you sure about this?" Mad-Eye Moody asked when the door closed behind the vampire. "Do you trust her?"
"Yes, I do my old friend. This girl is more special than you believe."
The next night, everyone waited for Kyra to arrive along with her guests and the waiting wasn't helping the tension in the room. Mrs. Weasley was washing the dishes with her magic while the men were talking about Quidditch and the war. Harry turned his head when he heard the front door close loudly. His eyes landed onto a pair of bare legs and slowly, rise to Kyra's beautiful face. Kyra was wearing a black silky dress with leather boots and fake silver arm bracelets.
Then, two men walked behind her. On her left, there stood a man with pale skin, light brown hair, and topaz eyes. He wore dark jeans and a white shirt under his brown leather jacket. He looked to be a few years older than the other man that stood on the right side of Kyra. The other man wore a dark black shirt under his black leather jacket and dark jeans. He also had pale skin, dark hair, and violet eyes.
"Sorry if we are late," Kyra announced.
"That doesn't matter." Dumbledore smiled. "And who are these gentlemen?"
"This is Adam and Tristan Matthews." Kyra said, "You said I have to choose two people from my clan that I trust. I trust the people who found me and took me into their home."
"Thank you for welcoming us into your home, Mr. Potter." Adam said to Harry.
"Uh, no problem." Harry said.
"So you know the reason why Kyra brought you here." Remus said.
"Yes, I actually like it." Adam said, "But there is a problem. Kyra and Tristan will be the ones, who will watch the students during the day, how when the sun is our poison?"
"I've made potions for them," Severus said. "They need to drink it every morning."
"And you, Tristan?" Remus asked, noticing the teen was quiet. "What do you think?"
Tristan turned his eyes at the werewolf, "As long as Kyra doesn't get hurt, I am fine with the idea." He said.
Adam laughed as he patted his young brother's back. "My little brother is overprotective and quiet sometimes."
Kyra scoffed, "Sometimes?"
"Alright all the time." Adam corrected. "But he is the best fighter in our clan. Those Death Eaters don't know what hit them."
"Very good, then. Now, Kyra what is your last name?" Mr. Weasley asked as he got a piece of paper and a pen.
"I don't have one," Kyra told him. "I have no memory of my human past."
"Oh dear. How?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
Kyra didn't say anything but look at the two men besides her, waiting for them to answer. Tristan looked down and saw the panic rise in Kyra, "Perhaps it is best if the children weren't here while we discuss." Tristan said.
"We aren't kids," Ron said.
Tristan smiled, "To me you are."
"Alright children, you heard me." Mrs. Weasley said and her children, Harry, and Kyra step out of the room.
"Why don't they want us to hear what happened to you?" Ginny asked Kyra.
Kyra looked at the youngest Weasley, "Because it will give you nightmares." She smiled sadly and walked to the library, leaving all the teenagers confused and surprised.
Meanwhile in the meeting, everybody sat where they are waiting for the two vampires to begin the story. "Kyra isn't her real name." Adam said. "In fact, we don't even know her real name."
"I don't understand." Tonks said.
"Two years ago, my brother, and I were in the woods hunting some deer until we heard a noise." Tristan began. "At first, I thought who would be in the woods late at night. But then, we heard it again, this time it was a female crying."
"No. Get off. Get off!" Her voice screamed.
"When we ran to the noise, I saw a man trying to –he was attacking her and I wanted to kill him." Tristan snarled. "That man didn't realize what we are. He didn't hold much of a fight. He was dim-witted Death Eater."
Adam chuckled, "He was worthless and weak, depending on his wand. What a fool."
"Then, I saw her." Tristan said as if he was remembering that night two years ago. Her chocolate brown eyes staring at him like he was dream or an angel. "She was wounded badly and dying slowly and painfully. I couldn't let her die that way."
"So you turned her." Snape said.
"When she woke up, she had no memory of her life. We ended playing twenty questions with her but nothing. As if there was dark black hole in her mind." Tristan told them and lifted his head, staring at the widen eyes. "And she's been with us ever since."
"So she doesn't get any flashbacks or anything?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"That we don't know. Kyra is very…secretive and shies away in her books." Adam smiled.
"Sounds like someone I remember," Dumbledore thought adding a smile on his lips.
"When shall we leave for Hogwarts?" Tristan asked.