I jerked awake with a start, panting and feeling the little star-shaped scar on my wrist burn. It was a very recurring dream - or rather nightmare - that just so happened to be a strong memory of the night that my entire family was taken away from me. If only it was just a dream. Of course, I knew better than that. I threw my covers off, still feeling my heart race as I tried to begin my day. I changed into a tight black tee and a pair of ripped jeans and stuck my wand into the black combat boots that were my main foot ware and then went to my journal to record the dream, as I always did. It was now almost fourteen years after that life-altering night, but I still couldn't seem to escape it.

Sighing, I put my journal back and laid my quill down. Before I could even manage to rise from my chair, however, I suddenly was feeling the sensation of being pulled through a straw. I was disapparating, though not of my own accord. I stopped spinning and pulled out my wand pointing it at my abductor. At the end of my wand was a very familiar face.

"Hello Ms. Potter," Albus Dumbledore said calmly, sitting on his desk in his office at Hogwarts.

"What do you want Albus?" I snapped putting my wand back in my boot as I kept eye contact with him.

His blue eyes twinkled down at me as he stood up and walked over. Standing at only five foot three inches, I was shorter than almost everybody, but between his heeled boots and already tall figure, I felt even shorter. "How are you doing?" He said, ignoring my question.

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes at the old man. "I'm fine," I answered slowly. "As always," I emphasized, getting annoyed at his increasingly frequent check-ins.

"You're living at the Leaky Cauldron, I see," He mused, eyeing me as if he didn't believe me. "That's a fine place for a young lady to be staying," He added when I didn't respond.

I looked around, annoyed I kept having to explain this to Dumbledore. "I've told you this before! I am ok and more than capable of taking care of myself!"

He continued to eye me as I looked around his office. "And I'm not even going to consider coming back to school if that's what your thinking," I added, trying to end whatever he was trying to accomplish with this visit.

"How about as a teacher?" He asked, causing me to whip my head back to face him in surprise. "Well more of like an aid," he added, leaning his head to the side as if in thought. "But the pay is the same, and you would get more... appropriate boarding."

My mind was reeling, thinking about all the reasons he would suddenly be making this offer to me. "This is because of Voldemort, isn't it," I finally concluded, eyeing him suspiciously.

His head dropped momentarily, and I turned around only to be faced with a small shelf of trophies, taken from the trophy room. A moving picture of the Gryffindor quidditch team, one taken years earlier. Still, two figures immediately jumped out at me, my dad and Serius - taken out of my life fifteen years prior, still smiling exactly as I remembered them.

"I just want to keep you safe... and you'll get to see Harry again." I was shaking my head before he could even finish his thought.

"Harry doesn't even know I exist," I laughed sadly, looking at my father... how I imagined Harry would look right about now... but with mum's green eyes.

"Don't you think he deserves to?" Dumbledore said, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"He'll hate me..."

"Don't you think it's time that you were there for him?" Dumbledore said, trying to keep eye contact with me while I kept looking away. "He'll need you now more than he ever has." The thought had already crossed my mind.

Finally, I looked back up at him. "Harry is not to know who I am," I answered sternly, thinking rapidly. This could possibly work. "I'll take on Sirius' name," I said, eyeing him so that he knew that these were mandatory conditions should he truly want this to work.

"You are aware I'm sure," He added, looking down at me, "That this will involve working with the order?"

"Fine..." I said, but realization dawned on me. "Wait... you mean...?" I trailed off, not daring to hope. Dumbledore smiled, nodding his head.

I felt my face split into a grin at the idea of seeing one of my Godfathers after all of these years.

"Now, go home and pack... I'll pick you up tonight to transport you to the Order's location."