The sun was setting and the clouds were doing a thorough job of covering the stars. The streets of London were sparkly populated as the locals had been warned of an impeding summer electrical storm heading for the area. The idea had made many people nervous enough to stay at home for the evening. Most of the shops had closed for the night and only a few restaurants were open.
In a small pub that went unnoticed by the few passing by, a boy sat looking out of the window with idle curiosity. The boy was young and looked no older then twelve or thirteen. He had dark messy hair and large glasses behind which peered vivid green eyes. As he tilted his head to one side and stirred the remaining scraps of food on his plate his dark fringe pulled to one side exposing an odd lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
“Are you finished Mr. Potter?” The boy, Harry Potter jumped, startled by the voice addressing him. He turned rather sheepishly to face the bartender and owner of the pub.
“Yeah, thanks Tom.” He said quietly. Harry sighed softly and turned his attention by to the Leaky cauldrons grubby window as Tom took his dishes.
It was the middle of July and a few days ago he had been picked up by ‘The Order of the Phoenix’. A group led by Professor Dumbledore against Voldemort and his Death eaters. Unfortunately the one time he had even seen said Headmaster, the man had seemed to avoid him and had no time to speak.
He had of course been utterly grateful that he hadn’t had to spend long with the Dursleys but the odd old house he had been brought to gave him the creeps. Not that he had complained, however he couldn’t help but feel relieved when Mrs. Weasley had suggested they take a break from cleaning “Grimmaled Place” and go shopping in Diagon alley. It was thanks to Professor McGonagall that it was even possible, it was she that had gotten them their school letters early so they could gather their supplies. If Harry had to guess however, he highly doubted that anything other then the current situation with Voldemort would have prompted such a favor from her.
Harry watched curiously as a rather nervous looking woman sent the pub a glance as she passed by, making him wonder if she was perhaps a witch. She didn’t head inside however and instead sent a wary glance behind her as if she was worried she was being followed. Some how she struck him as familiar but her face was hard to see and he could not place her. Suddenly Harry started to feel cold, his eyes widened in shock as two cloaked figures swooped down on the woman and she collapsed on the walk. Dementors!
“Mrs. Weasley!” he called as she hurriedly stood from his seat and made for the door. As he reached it, he caught sight of one of the Dementors lowering its self over the unconscious woman. Panicking he pulled his wand from his pocket to defend her but before he could even think of what spell to cast a determined voice from behind his shoulder yelled out.
“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” a silvery, luminescent eagle charged from the red headed mothers wand making straight for the two Dementors it swooped regally towards the one hovering over the helpless girl first driving it off before doubling back and getting rid of the second. There was silence for a moment then once all seemed safe again the opaque bird dissipated.
Harry spared Mrs. Weasley a thankful glance before hurrying over to the victim. He had to flip her over, as she was face down, and was relieved to see that she seemed relatively unharmed… but unconscious. The woman looked to be about twenty or so and had long dark hair and strong aristocratic features. His eyes widened when he realized that this was the girl he had dreamed about a week or so ago!
He bit his lip and sent Mrs. Weasley a worried glance before looking to see if any muggles had noticed the odd situation.
“I cast notice-me-not charms, dear.” Murmured Rons mother as she took her visual examination. He watched curiously as she pointed her wand at the girl and muttered a sharp “Enervate.” Immediately the stranger’s eyes popped open, revealing them to be a green just a shade darker then Harry’s own.
“Who are you?” the girl was obviously terrified and didn’t seem to know who he was at all. He reveled in that fact as the Weasley matriarch answered for them both.
“I am Molly Weasley dear, and this is Harry.” She helped the girl to sit before continuing. “We rescued you from those two Dementors.” She explained keeping her voice gentle and re-assuring.
“Is that what those things were?” the woman asked with a shiver. Harry nodded with a small frown.
“You don’t know?” He asked, “But aren’t you a witch?”. The woman sent him a startled glance and his mind tried in vain to fit these odd puzzle pieces together. It seemed he had another mystery on his hands.
“How did you know that?” she asked worriedly, inadvertently answering his question.
“Well, you could see the Dementors…” he trailed off, looking at Mrs. Weasley in confusion.
“Squibs can see them as well dear.” The mother added absently as she helped the stranger to stand. “Why don’t we start at the beginning Miss…” there was a moment of hesitation before the girl answered.
“Morgan… My name is Abigail Morgan.” The name only added to the fact that Harry was sure that this was the woman in his vision.
“Why don’t we start at the beginning, Miss Morgan? We’ll go inside, well sit down for some tea and you can tell us the whole story.” Abigail looked grateful for the chance and willingly followed them back into the Leaky Cauldron.
“Molly!” Author Weasley stepped forward to greet them as they stepped back through the door. “The kids told me that you just rushed out with Harry, what in the world is going on?”
“And why did we have to stay behind?” Asked one of the twins, both of which were pouting, rather childishly, in indignation.
“Two Dementors just attacked Miss Morgan here.” She explained as she led said woman to a table. “Fred, be a dear and bring the girl some chocolate will you?” she said. For once the twins made no move to argue and one of them dug through their purchases and pulled out a chocolate frog package. He handed it over to his mother who passed it to Abigial.
“Why were they chasing her?” Ron spoke up as he moves to stand next to Harry. Hermione moved to his other side looking at him worriedly.
“That is what we are trying to figure out.” Harry supplied.
He watched in confusion as Abigail opened the chocolate frog package and screamed in fear when the frog jumped.
“What in the world!?” she yelped as the moving food hopped half way across the table before it was caught by Mr. Weasley.
“Haven’t you ever seen a chocolate frog?” Ron blurted out incredulously. Hermione sent him a disapproving glare, and Abigail paled at the question.
“How do you all know what I am?” she repeated, her voice shaking.
“Well, that’s obvious isn’t it?” remarked Ron, “We’re all witches and wizards as well.” Abigail stared then frowned.
“Explain please…”
The Weasleys, with creak skepticism explained the concept of the wizarding world.
“So let me get this straight, not only women but men have powers too? And you have to use a wand to access your powers, and you can all do more then one thing?”
“That is the gist of it.” Molly agreed, a frown marring her usually calm face.
“But how is it you don’t know all this? I mean, aren’t you a member of the Morgan family? They’re about as prestigious and pureblood crazy as the blacks last I knew.” Arthur interjected. Abigail gave the man a rather blank look.
“I… I don’t know… I mean my grandfather has never mentioned any of this…”
“Your grandfather is Anthony Morgan the second correct?” Abigail nodded and Arthur looked deep in thought.
“So, if you didn’t know any of this, how did you know you were a witch?” Silence followed Hermione’s question as they all listened for the answer. Abigail’s lip was almost raw from chewing on it and she seemed hesitant to reveal what she could do.
“Its ok, you don’t have to tell us right now.” Molly soothed her and a look of relief was evident on the girls face. “But we would like to know how you came to be chased by Dementors.”
“Such a conversation held away from prying ears might be best.” Arthur stopped them as he gestured to the fireplace. Mrs. Weasley nodded and they all began to gather their things. “I’m guessing you’ve never used the floo before Miss Morgan?”
“The floo?”
“Not to worry, you can go with me; we wouldn’t want you to come out of the wrong grate, and you can’t get where we are going alone anyhow. Here well go first.” Mr. Weasley wrapped an arm around Abigail and led her to the fire place. “Don’t worry about the fire, I can promise it wont hurt you.” And with that he grabbed a small handful of powder sitting in a pot above the mantle and tossed it in. The flames turned green and he stepped in with Abigail besides him, shouted out “Grimald Place!” and they vanished.
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