Blood and Magic

Rating: PG-13
Characters: OC,Snape,Tonks,Lupin,Dumbledore,The Trio,Charlie,The Twins
Parings: All Canon, except: OC/Snape, OC/Charlie, maybe OC/Bill if I decide on it
Summary: She's a witch, but she is something else as well.
Follow the story of Andra, a unique girl with a complicated past and unclear future.
This story starts during the summer of OotP and will go on,
hopefully, to the end, as in the end of book seven.
(All I'll say here is that she is a member of the Order, and she catches a certain Potions Master's eye.)

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is Andra and her family, oh, and a few pairs of really cheap shoes that sit in my closet, everything and everyone else is owned by JoRowling, she even owns my house! Just Kiddin, but she could if she wanted to

Chapter 1: Thoughts (Prologue, sort of )

“Ladies and gentlemen, will you please put your seat belts on, we are about to depart,” said the voice of the flight attendant, snapping me out of my betraying thoughts.

Thoughts of why I was doing this had popped into to my mind since that morning when I first woke up.
‘Remember, you not only promised Dumbledore you would do this, but you also promised Nana Orabela,’ my mind reminded me.

The thing is, that in truth, I really wanted to do this. I wanted to be part of the Order and help them keep Harry Potter safe, while finding a way to defeat Voldemort. After all, my parents had fought in the first war trying to protect the Wizardry community, wasn’t I to do the same?

‘Why am I so damn nervous about this?’ I asked myself.

‘Maybe its because you are afraid to go back there, to where your parents once lived and where you where born,’ my mind told me, ‘or maybe you are just afraid that they won’t accept you because of who and what you are.’

“Oh, shut up!” I said, frustrated with my own damn thoughts.

I realized I had said it out loud when the lady to my right gave me a very disapproving look. As she resumed her reading of the Los Angeles Times, I turned to the air plane window to my left, in an effort to ignore her and everyone else staring at me. Taking in the view of sunny L.A. in early July, I began to think over everything that had happened about two weeks ago, and how I had ended up in a plane destined to London…

I had come home from work to see Dumbledore sitting in my living room, drinking tea with Nana Orabela. I wasn’t shocked, because Dumbledore was Nana Orabela’s friend and he sometimes visited her, but I was a bit surprised. It had been about two years since we had last seen him. Sure, he would send us owls once and a while, informing us of his state and doings, but it was somehow different when we saw him in person.

He looked the same. His long beard, white as always; his robes, made of the weirdest fabrics and colors; his eyes, with that twinkle in them, hidden as always behind those half-moon glasses. In short, he was the same old Dumbledore I knew since before I could walk or talk.

Nana Orabela had said once that she met Dumbledore back when she had been a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in England. She had told me that Dumbledore had been her professor back then, and that after she had graduated he had always kept in touch with her. She had also said that it was his advise and understanding, that helped her in raising me by herself,knowing that my situation was a bit complicated to handle alone. In a way, I owed a lot to Dumbledore.

After I had greeted him, Nana Orabela informed me that Dumbledore had something important to discuss with me. I was all eyes and ears, after all it was Dumbledore; you were compelled to pay close attention and give respect, when in the same room as he.

I sat down in the couch opposite where he and Nana Orabela sat, and he began to speak.

“First of all,” he said, “I have to say that I am very glad to see that you have blossomed into a very beautiful young lady. I still remember when you where just a toddler playing with your Muggle friends, like if there was nothing different between you and them.”

I couldn’t help blushing, while giving him a small, shy smile.

He continued, “Orabela, here, has told me that you have now graduated from Muggle high school, is that correct?”

“Yes,” I responded shyly.

“Well, how was it?” he asked.

I was very proud of graduating from high school, but all I said was, “Good, um, it is quite an accomplishment.”

“Well of course it is!” he said loudly, shifting his eyes back and forth between Nana Orabela and me, “You are a brilliant young lady.”

“ Oh, Albus, she is so smart and cunning.” Nana Orabela said, in her Americanized English accent, while looking at Dumbledore. She then turned to look at me, and with a sad smile, said, “Just like her mother.” I couldn’t help but give her back that same smile, as I too felt sad whenever reminded of my Mom..

“And her father,” said Dumbledore, with a small nod directed straight to me. I gave him the same smile that I had just given Nana Orabela, only there was true resentment behind it. I didn’t like to think about my father, and I specially disliked when someone said I had his similar traits.

I was sure Dumbledore knew how I felt, because he said, “You know, you have to accept the fact that you share lots of good qualities with your father. It is nothing to be ashamed of, after all, he was and still is a great wizard.” He finished with another nod.

Before I could say anything, he began to speak again.

“Now, lets move on to the reason I’m here,” he stood up, and slowly began to pace our living room, “As you know, your parents fought in the first war against Voldemort. They where part of a secret organization that was against Him, called the Order of the Phoenix.”

He paused, I nodded to show I understood what he was saying.

With a deep sigh, he continued, “As you also know, Voldemort was supposedly defeated by young Harry Potter, when he was just a baby.”

“Professor,” I asked, ”What do you mean by ’supposedly’? Wasn’t Voldemort defeated completely, you know, for ever?”

“No,” he responded.

I turned to look at Nana Orabela; she gave me the same shocked expression that was showing in my face.

“You see,” Dumbledore continued, “Some days ago, Voldemort returned completely regenerated.”

“How is that possible?” Nana Orabela asked, with a shaky voice.

“Oh, Orabela, my dear, when you have devoted servants at your feet, whether you are weak or strong,” he said, “it is quite simple to make them do your every will. Voldemort had one of his loyal Death Eaters perform the rebirthing potion/spell .”

He went on to tell us how Harry potter had arrived to the graveyard by means of the portkey that was the Goblet of Fire Cup. He said that Wormtail, Voldemort’s loyal Death Eater, had then killed the boy that had been there alongside Harry. That Wormtail had then proceeded with the rebirthing potion/spell and thus bringing back Voldemort.

“Voldemort immediately called for his Death Eaters,” Dumbledore said, “And sure enough, most returned to his side like they had done 14 years ago. Of course, he couldn’t have them all back to his side, since some are still prisoners in Azkaban.” There was a bit of relief in his voice, as well as a trace of uncertainty.

“I decided to reorganize the Order right after Harry had returned from the graveyard,” he informed us, “But we soon realized that we needed more help, if the Order was to bring a definite end to Voldemort.”

He clapped his hands together, nodded, and looked straight into my eyes and said, “That’s why I am here. I would like to ask you if you would help us keep Voldemort from doing harm to the Wizarding community, as well as the non-magical community, by joining the Order.” He finished with a bit-too-excited expression on his face.

I was in a loss of words.

Me, a member of the Order of the Phoenix? Me, barely a graduate from Muggle High School, who, though being taught everything her grandmother knew about magic, had never practiced any form of spell or course against anything remotely evil? How was I supposed to survive against an evil Lord who was capable of destroying numerous lives in a split second? Did Dumbledore really believe I was capable to even help the Order? What with my certain problem, that I knew even wizards where afraid of, and my father being highly known in the wizarding world as a Death Eater, who knew if they would even accept me!

“Andra?” Nana Orabela said, while waving a hand in front of my face attempting to get me back to Earth and out of my thoughts.

“I…I…” I said, completely dumbstruck, “ I can’t.” I couldn’t, it was too much for me, too close to my family and to my heart.

I tried not to look directly at Nana Orabela, instead I stared at Dumbledore to see his reaction, but I was surprised to see just a smile form on his lips. I finally turned to see Nana Orabela‘s reaction, and I was faced with a very determined, almost disturbed expression.

“Yes you can,” she said, placing a hand on my shoulder, “You are smart, strong, and courageous, which is exactly why your mother named you Andra, because that is exactly what it means!” she paused, placed her other hand on my other shoulder, stared into my eyes, and said, “Andra, I know the risks and the responsibility that comes with this type of situation, but I also know that you are responsible and strong enough to surpass anything that stands in your way. You are to make this decision on your own, because you are now an adult, but remember that I’ll always be on your side, which ever your decision is.”

She paused again, and just as I was about to thank her for support, she spoke again, with both sadness and pride in her voice, “Believe me when I say that your mother would be so proud of you if you went on with this. She risked her life for the same cause that needs your help now, and died fighting for you to have a safe life without the evil that has now resurfaced. I’m not trying to pressure you, but don’t you think that today’s wizarding children should be given that opportunity of a better life as well?”

‘She is right,’ my mind told me, ‘Though you may not be of much help, they would probably appreciate anything that you can try to do for them.’

“All right,” I said, feeling tears trail down my cheeks as I saw Nana Orabela sobbing, “I’ll do it, not only for Mom, or you Nana, but also for those who need to be helped.”

Nana and I hugged each other, while crying at the same time. Though I wasn’t sure I had done the right thing, by deciding on something so sudden that would probably change my life forever, I tried not to think of what would happen while hugging the woman who raised me.

As we broke apart, both of us graving a tissue from the tissue box Dumbledore was offering us so we could dry our faces, Nana Orabela said, “Don’t think that because I agree with you doing this, that I don’t care of what might happen to you. You know I consider you as my own daughter, and if anything bad should happen to you…” she paused, turned to Dumbledore and pointed a finger at him, “…You, Albus Dumbledore, will be the one responsible for it. Understood?”

With both hands in the air, as if about to be arrested, Dumbledore said, with a small chuckle, “Yes Orabela, I make myself responsible for anything that should happen to Andra. But know that the entire wizarding community is at risk,” he finished with a very serious tone.

He turned to face me, “I would prefer it if you could be in London in about two weeks. I would suggest arriving by means of magic, but I’m sure you would prefer to travel the Muggle way,” he said, guessing right. “I will send some people to escort you from the airport to our secret premises in London. When you meet up with them, they will explain and answer anything you need to know. Once you get to the premises, we will settle you in, and well, we’ll deal with the rest once you are there. Be warned though, you will meet lots of interesting people with very different personalities, so be prepare to deal with anyone and anything, especially a certain set of twins, yes?”

“Um, yes,” I said, even though I didn’t get what he meant by aware of ’a certain set of twins‘, “but shouldn’t I know the description of what the people escorting me will look like? I mean, I should know in case I can’t find them or they can’t find me.”

It was a lame excuse, in my part, to get such a thing as a description of someone from Dumbledore, but I needed to be sure that when I arrived at London, I was to leave with the right people.

“Yes,” Dumbledore responded, “I’ll make sure to send you such description, maybe I’ll even send you photographs. You see, I do not know, as of this moment, who exactly will be those people, since I really haven’t share with them that you’ll be joining the Order, yet. But no matter, I’m sure whoever I assign will be delighted to escort you,” he finished with, “I’ll send you what you need by owl, all right.”

I nodded.

“You know, Dumbledore,” Nana Orabela spoke up, “its not in the nature of our Muggle neighbors to see owls come and go, carrying letters from and to this house.”

“Yes, I’m sure Muggles find that a bit strenuous,” Dumbledore told her, “But Orabela, my dear, since your fireplace is not connected to the floo network, I can only send messages via owls.: He gave her a smile, but she just looked more disturbed at the idea of our neighbors seeing owls drop letters in our doorstep.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little at her stubbornness.

“Well, now I must depart,” Dumbledore announced, ‘ I have other matters to attend, and even if I’m aloud to be late, I don’t like to aggravate people who wait for my arrival.” He gave us a small nod and a smile, “It was a pleasure seeing you both again, and Andra, I wish you an early safe arrival and I do hope you’ll enjoy going back to your birth place.”

“Of course,” I said, smiling.

He gave me a small bow, and Nana Orabela a hug, then he Disaparated.

After, Nana Orabela and I talked about how much we would miss each other and how we where to communicate to able to keep in touch.

In the course of the next two weeks, my mind would do nothing but think of memories for me to cry about. I wanted to travel, but I didn’t want to leave Nana Orabela alone by herself. More than once I tried to convince her to come with me, but every time she would tell me that she couldn’t go back there because it was too painful for her and that it was my duty to do this alone.

On the day of my departure she took me to the airport and sat with me while I waited to aboard the plane. She took this time to tell me how the wizarding community in England was different from the wizarding community in the US. To be honest, it didn’t really made any difference, since the neighborhood where I lived in L.A. there were no known wizards or witches, so I had never really associated with them.

Saying good-bye to my Nana was one of the hardest moment in my life; we hugged for about five minutes before I left to aboard the plane.

…As I sat there in my airplane seat, contemplating, I failed to realized that the lady besides me was talking towards my direction.

“…in London,” she said, unaware that I was paying no attention to her, “Don’t you think?”

“Uh, what?” I asked her.

“I said, don’t you think they have lovely weather in London?” she responded.

Lovely weather? She was talking to me about the cold and wet weather in London, when we had the bright, sunny sky of California outside our plane window?

“Sure,” was all I said, not wanting to go further on a conversation about the weather.

“Geesh, you young people can’t even talk about the weather without getting temperamental!”

Oh, I was getting ‘temperamental’ all right, but not because I was young but because of the annoying person I was sitting next to!

I have to admit that I was acting a little over the top, but I was nervous, really nervous of what would happen when I arrived at London. What else could I do, nut get annoyed at some posh woman who wouldn’t stop talking of unimportant things.

She kept rambling on and on, so I finally decided to turn the volume of my CD player all the way up, even though it hurt my eardrums, and so I slowly fell asleep listening to my music.

I hope you liked it. I know it starts off kinda slow, but I promise it'll pick up once she gets to Grimmauld Place.

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