Blood Reign

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Harry had been brought to Grimmauld Place that day. No one would tell him anything for a long while, before Dumbledore appeared, asking him if he might have had any strange dreams or visions. Though Harry might have been a bit more accepting earlier, when he had been stuck at the Dursleys, away from the wizarding world, he could not forget the secrets Dumbledore had withheld from him.

"Harry, we need to know," came the worried voice of Professor Lupin. Looking at the last Marauder had broken the last of Harry's defenses. He reluctantly explained the vision he had seen, leaving out the parts with Ginny and his mother.

So he wasn't surprised when the slender redhead from his dream appeared with Snape's son. He looked her up and down. She was wearing a red and black dress, knee high matching boots, and long dark gloves. They must have taken a Portkey, assigned by Dumbledore because Michael landed on his feet, and then disappeared, but she stumbled and caught herself, landing catlike. Her whole appearance was catlike, Harry thought. She stood up, wand in hand, as she caught sight of someone across the room.

Remus stared at her. "Jessica?" he asked, looking half dubious, half relieved. "I was worried." She looked away from him quickly.

"I'm sure you were, Remus. So worried that Mum and I haven't heard from you in over ten years." Harry had never seen Lupin flinch before, but the man was obviously hurt. The Weasleys and other numerous guests of Headquarters were silent, stunned.

"Jess, I'm sorry." His voice was hollow, but she cut him off, apparently not noticing it, or at least, not paying attention to it.

"I don't need apologies, I need answers. Why is He after me? How the hell did they kill her? Because if they have a way to kill her, then they have a way to kill me." She spoke quickly and no one interrupted her, and Harry sensed wisely that if anyone had, she would have stopped them. Finally, Kingsley broke the silence.

"Then we can assume that Katrina is dead?" The man's powerful voice cut her off when she nodded, and immediately began asking. "How did you know her? What was she to the Order?"

"You need to calm down, Miss Lupin. Please, have a seat." The girl obeyed, begrudgingly.

"Do you want some tea, sweetheart?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Coffee, if you have it. If not, tea will do, thank you." Mrs. Weasley nodded, and smiled gently.

"I'm Molly Weasley, dear, and that's Kingsley Shacklebolt." She nodded to Kingsley and smiled warmly. Kingsley, however, continued.

"Your mother was an Auror."

"A bloody brilliant one at that," growled Moody from the back of the room. "The name's Moody; Alastor. And you better be half of what she was if you plan on getting out of this alive, girl." Remus glared at him.

"We don't know how Katrina was killed," he said gently. "And as for Voldemort being after you, we're not sure why. There could be many reasons." Jessica raised her eyebrows, silently asking him to elaborate. But Remus didn't catch it. Kingsley, however, gave her a meaningful look.

"If she were found, it is likely Katrina would have ended her own life. One of our thoughts are that You-Know-Who is playing on the fact that you won't have such strength. Yet you do retain her gifts." At this, Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry and the others.

"Harry, kids, bedtime." Those three words brought an outburst of complaints. Especially from Fred and George, who were a bit too engrossed in staring at Jessica's somewhat revealing dress and the form peeking out of it. Finally, Mrs. Weasley exploded.

"YOU ARE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS; YOU ARE GOING TO BED NOW!" Everyone but Jessica flinched, and when she spoke up, the Weasleys looked at her as though she were crazy to argue.

"They're no younger than I am, if not older, and the only thing not knowing is going to do is hurt them in the long run." Harry thought he caught her mumbling under her breath; "Look what happened to me."
***

In the end, Jessica won, but she was far more interested on what the Order had to say about her mother and Voldemort's motives. ("She got that attitude from her mother," Moody growled.) Kingsley had asked if her mother had trained her, and Jessica replied, "Of course!" She liked the man. He was gentle, but honest, and he spared her the looks of pity she received from the other Aurors on occasion.

Three cups of coffee later, and into early morning, Jessica knew everyone's name, and was sharing a room with Tonks, who she knew was a Metamorphmagus. There was no way she was going to get any sleep, so Jessica sat on the floor of her room, now in some of Tonk's clothes. (A hooded sweatshirt and a pair of shorts.) Her hair was braided down her back and she felt a bit more her age now that she was out of that dress. She was just picking up a dusty old book as the Weasley kids, Harry, and Hermione burst into the room.

They stared at her, before Ginny said, "You're wearing that?" And Jessica, feeling a bit stupid and more than a bit awkward was whisked off to Ginny and Hermione's room to play dress up.
***

Alana had dyed her hair black so that she wouldn't be immediately associated with the Malfoys. She thought frantically of whom to go to. She didn't want to go to Dumbledore; the Order was too unorganized; returning home would be painful, if not suicide. Then she remembered Katrina. The black sheep of the family as powerful as she was smart, the woman had been a Ravenclaw.

Running to the fire and sticking her head into it, she called out the Thornrose residence, remembering that Katrina had changed her name when she had fallen from grace, as Lucius would have put it.

Looking around the house and noticing it was empty, she was about to pull her head out of the fire, when suddenly she saw Draco.

"Shit!" she muttered, knowing full well he had seen her and that he had been waiting for her. Draco stood up.

"So you wanted out?" he taunted, his voice like silk. She gave him a glare that could have caused a burn.

"I was never in, Draco, and somehow, I doubt you were, either," she sneered in reply. It was his turn to glare at the small girl. He sighed.

"They don't know that, though. They think I'm still loyal." Alana looked at him. Though it didn't surprise her, her brother had never been less than harsh when speaking with her. He caught the meaning in her look and his old demeanor resurfaced. "And if they find out otherwise, you're dead, Alana." She rolled her eyes, noticing not for the first time, how much a Malfoy she really was. She definitely carried the attitude.

"What do you want from me, Draco? And where are Katrina and Jessica?" He nodded and cut to the point, his voice flat.

"Katrina is dead."

"What? How?" Katrina dead? Alana blinked to keep the tears at bay. But she knew the answer: her father. Her father had tried for years to control the Siren, to influence his sister always to no avail. Draco ignored her.

"We need you to find Jessica. Bring her to Father, and he'll leave you alone. The Dark Lord is greatly...interested in her." Alana's heart plunged at the thought of the betrayal, and she stared at Draco.

"And if I don't?" Draco looked at her in disbelief.

"If you don't, they will kill you. She can take care of herself, Alana. I'm trying to get you as much time as I can, but if you can't do it soon, you'll need to explain your failure in person. I assure you, it won't be pleasant."

She pulled her head out of the fireplace quickly, considering Draco's offer. Either way, if Katrina was dead, she would have to go to Dumbledore soon. But she needed to think this through, first. So she was on Draco's side now. Whatever that was. Should she hand her own cousin and best friend into the Dark Lord? Could she?