a/n: oh bugger all! darn it! i can't get my brain to work on any of my other ficcies! do me a favor and tell me if i should continue this? thanks. i know it's not a very well-liked plot-line, this whole coming back to life thing but i anted to test my hand at them. take a whack at it you know? and i'll probably continue this, with or without general approval. hopefully with, but whatever. i write for fun after all, and if you don't like it either tell me so i can improve or just don't read it right?

Chapter 3

" Right here." a voice sneered.

All heads spun towards the direction of the door to the young woman. She was built like her mother, petite and shapely. She had the same jet-black hair as her brother and the same haunting emerald green eyes. With pale skin and sculpted features ruined only by the sneer she wore on her face. She was casually slouched and gave off the impression that she was daring anyone to tell her to stand up straight. Harry had no doubt, however, that if anyone had done so, she would have merely laughed at them.

"E-Emily?" Lily Potter gasped out, the first to speak.

Emily Potter who had been staring at Dumbledore with a gaze of mixed insolence and loathing, shifted her distinctly Slytherin gaze to the red-head with one eyebrow raised in a questioning glare. James Potter stared at the girl in front of him hardly comprehending that this was his daughter. He couldn't even bear to think of what she had gone through, out on her own to change her so much from that sweet child she had been.

Because Emily Potter was no sweet child by any account. The sixteen-year-old that stood in front of them was definitely not that sweet child. She was dressed in a well-worn black leather jacket over a black top, a black skrt that barely reached her knee, black stockings and knee-length black boots. Harry saw that there was a dagger peeking, not so subtly, out of each boot.

The young man marvelled at her. this is my sister?' he thought in awe. he wondered what kind of environment she had grown up in, to need such weaponry when magic was available. He also pondered what other weapons she had concealed.

"Ms. Potter, if you would sit down please?" the headmaster said politely, gesturing to a chair. The raven-haired girl grinned and approached the indicated seat. With one swift and well-aimed kick, she had sent the chair hurdling though the room.

"Let's get one thing straight." she said her eyes flashing. "I don't do this polite bullshit. You dragged me here because you need me for something, I'm not someone you'd like to keep in the dark old man, things get ugly when that happens. Now, either tell me up front what you want or i'm gone. And spare me all this couresy, it's crap and we both know it."

Remus could have fainted on the spot. No one had ever even dreamt of addressing the most powerful wizard like that. Not even Lord Voldemort had ever been so brash, they had always spoken to each other in a refined language. Yet here she was, a mere sixteen-year-old speaking to Albus Dumbledore with utmost disrespect. Yet, for some reason, the headmaster seemed to be taking in everything she was saying with a kind of acceptance seen only when a person knew they deserved what they were getting.

"Sit down and I will tell you." The headmaster repeated patiently. Emily pulled an armchair over and draped herself sideways across it.

"Now what the hell do you want?" she snapped and Harry noted for the first time that there was no trace of a Britsh accent anywhere.

"We want to know what happened to you." the old man stated.

"It's ancient history. What do you care?" she asked, her nose wrinkling in disdain.

"Why did you run away from your gaurdians?"

"Jesus! Are you sure that's appliccable to them?" she asked anger evident in her voice. "I think 'assholes' or 'pigs' are far more suitable."

"Why did you run away from them?"Lily asked. Emily glanced at her before turning her attention to the ceiling.

"Well lady, how would you like it if I stuffed you in a closet and starved you to the point of near death, and walloped you for matters such as going to the bathroom without permission, or not placing your shoes in the right cubby hole?" she shot at Lily.

Emily turned to look at the stricken faces of everyone there. "Oh boo hoo people, it happens everyday."

There was a moment of silence and Sirius noticed that Emily's eyes had clouded over.

"She was pulling my hair, denise. She always does it but that day, I had just gotten hit by a walking stick. Erika made Ben hit me because she said I was getting too carefree. I remember my shoulders aching so badly, I think I was bleeding then. I can't really remember. And I just snapped. I was six years old but I felt that I could have killed all of them." she paused to hug her knees closer to her and touched her shoulders, as if remmbering the pain it had endured. Sirius longed to cradle her in his arms as he once did when she was young.

"I pushed Denise into a wall and ran for the door. It was my birthday that day. and I ran away from the Munches and never looked back."

Suddenly, she turned to Lily, their eyes so alike but so different. for the first time, they caught a glimpse of the child that still lay hidden inside the coldness of Emily. As she sat there, vulnerable and pale, Harry made a vow to protect his sister. "She really hated you, you know." she told Lily softly.

And the moment was gone quickly as it had come.

Lily looked surprised. "Y-You know who i am?"

The girl looked at her mother and laughed, not a genuine laugh of mirth, but one of mockery.

"Of course I do. You're my mother. Think I wouldn't know about my family?" she sneered. "I'm not some dilapidated bum with no I.Q. to speak of. For the past five years, I've done my research. I know all about my dear twin brother."

"Emily, after you left the Munches what happened?" Dumbledore asked.

"I spent a month in the streets. Scavenging off garbage cans to survive, then one night He found me." she said in an almost affectionate manner.

"Who?" James pressed suddenly worried. Who was he?And what cardinal role could he have played in Emily's life for her to speak of him so fondly?

"Radime." she said simply.

"Radime?" Remus repated. The werewolf frowned as if trying to recall something. Suddenly, his eyes shot wide open. "Do- Do you mean to say..? Radime... The-The?" he spluttered.

"Yes lycan, Radime, crown prince of the Vampires." Emily said smirking.

Instant uproar broke through.

"YOU WHAT?"James screamed rising from his seat. He approached his daughter, who sat icily staring at the chaos she had caused. He had half a mind to shout at her for being so careless.

Sirius and Remus however, were asking Dumbledrore the implications of Emily's alleged Vampire benefactor.

When the calm was restored, and all the occuants once again sitting down, Dumbledore continued. "What happend then?"

"He took me in. Explained to me what he was and what I was, and that I needn't worry or fear him because he had been watching me, out on the strrets and he wanted to help me. He promised me that he would raise me and train me to become a skilled warrior. He trained me in magic as well." she said the affection very evident in her voice. "Because of him, I was able to hone and advance my skills in ways no school could have ever done. He trained me so well in fact, that by the age of ten, I was already hunting down some of the most despicable members of the Spider clan."

"Hang on, what's the spider clan?" Harry asked, speaking to Emily for the first time.

"American equivalent of Voldy's Death Eaters." she supplied. "They Follow Edwardo Mortati, the sickest most twisted bastard you could ever hope to meet."

"Where is he now?" Sirius asked. "Why haven't we heard of him?"

Emily smiled in a sinister fashion. "Because Mr. Black, Radime and I killed him just two months ago. He never got the chance to amass power to give him that kind of fame."

"What are you?" Harry asked suddenly. Then realising his rudeness he stammered out an, "I-I mean, what do you do exactly?"

"I'm trained to terminate my subject using the most discreet and effective ways possible. I have terminated people from the very upper echeleons of power. In simple terms dear brother, I am an assassin."

"Why am I not surprised?" Remus muttered.

Emily ignored the comment and turned to the wizened old wizard seated behind the desk.

"Come on Dumbledore," she said rolling her eyes impatiently. "I haven't got a century you know. There's more to this meeting than a mere walk down memory lane. Now tell me why you really brought me here."

Dumbledore sighed, folded his long hands together and peered at the strong-willed girl in front of him.

"There is a war brewing here Emily. And we need you. You and your brother are important assets that could tip the scales in our favor. You need to hear the prophecy concerning your fate."

"I don't deny that i'm capable of commitng cold blooded murder." Emily admitted, making evryone in the room wince. "It's my job, it's what i've been trained to do. A mission is a mission. but this-this is just... dozens of people's lives are at stake. And who's to say that when Voldy wins the war, he won't try to take America next? Radime.. and everyone else.. they'd be jeopardized by this bastard."

Harry watched as Emily struggled with her inner demons. He half expected her to shrug and tell them all to piss off. But when Emily's green eyes locked onto his, he knew her choice.

"Alright. I'll do it. I'll stay and do whatever it takes to beat this shitface. But one inkling that you're using me as a pawn Dumbledore, and i'm gone. You'll never see hide nor hair of me again got it?" there was steel in her voice, and Harry knew, she meant every word.

"A pawn?" a painting said in an indignant voice. "Young lady I have had enough of your callousness. you are speaking to the Headmaster of this school! Show some respect!"

Emily turned to the painting, it was Dumbledore's predecessor, Armando Dippet. "I'll show him respect when he earns it. Are you perhaps thinking that he is such a noble man? Let me make it clear to all of you who are thinking the same thing. Albus Dumbledore is by no means noble. He hides behind a facade of goodness and wisdom. The wisdom he has, but the goodness is still yet to be determined. He's willing to sacrifice those he claims to be important to him for the sake of a common good that probably isn't even real.

"And you know what? Mortati was a much more pleasant person than you. at least he's up front about his malice! Unlike you," Emily screamed her rage growing inside her.

"Thank you Armando. I probably deserve all of your accussations." the old man said tiredly to Emily. "I truly am sorry. I had no idea."

Emily bristled once more. "You had no idea? Of course you had no idea! How could you? After all, you never sent anybody along to see if I was alright did you? Nobody ever came by to make sure I was being treated right or fed or anything! I guess it was comfortable for you wasn't it? I had conviniently moved away and you could've cared less if I had died."

"Emily! Emily please!" the old man said trying to calm the enraged girl. Emily was standing now, her cheeks red with anger. "I never meant for any of this to happen, please believe me. I know you have less than high opinions of me at the moment and I have no right to ask you, but we need you here. your home is here. your family is here."

Emily ignored the statement about families and looked Dumbldore straight in the eye.

"I have a few demands." she said surprising them all at how quickly she had dissipated her anger.

"Let's hear them."

"Firstly, I get my own room. No dorms, No people. I detest crowds."

Dumbledore nodded. "I can arrange for that."

"Second, I don't do uniforms. I will wear whatever I see fit."

The headmaster contemplated this. "Alright." came his resigned reply.

"Third, Radime will visit here. Perhaps he might even come and stay here. I want him to be treated with respect that he deserves."

"Of course."

"Fourth, I get to pick my own subjects and I want to be able to set up any kind of equipment on the grounds or wherever."

"Equipment? May I ask what kind of training you'll be doing?"

"Martial arts, sword-fighting, archery, daggers. those kinds of things, as well as advanced spellwork among others."

Harry marveled at the extense of her training.

"I will allow it, on one condition."

Emily's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"You will include Harry in your training schedule."

Both of them spluttered out a surprised, "What!"

"You need to train Harry, it would do well to know about other ways to defend yourself in case you lose your wand. is that alright with you Emily?"

"Fine."

"Now if you could go down to the great Hall and gather your things, I'll send a house-elf to escort you to your room." Dumbledore said standing up.

"Where?" Emily asked in confusion.

"Ah, Harry. Would you care to escort her?"

"We'll come along and help." The adults said following them out of the Headmaster's office.

Emily looked warily around her. the instincts of an assassin resurfacing as she prickled at every sudden movement. the people behind her were nervous.

Emily turned to face the others and Harry thought she was about to speak, but Nymphadora Tonks had just come up, a hand closing around Emily's shoulder. In a sudden movement, Emily had Tonks' arm pinned behind her with a dagger to her throat.

"Emily!" Harry said hurrying forward. "No, she 's a friend! let her go!"

Emily's eyes were narrowed as she let go of the young woman who looked white as death.

"I've been held at wand point many times in my career but that's the first time i've ever been held captive by a teenager with a dagger." she declared weakly.

Emily rolled her eyes. "A warning, never sneak up on an assassin. It might just be the last thing you ever do. We don't deal well with those that come from behind." she started walking and everyone followed quickly along in her wake.

a/n: long one ain't it? oi'm on a roll! wooh! awell anyway, you know the drill!

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