- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Characters:
- Sirius Black
- Genres:
- General Romance
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
- Stats:
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Published: 07/07/2003Updated: 07/18/2003Words: 2,091Chapters: 2Hits: 941
Lost and found in the world
PeleAmelika
- Story Summary:
- This is an AU fic that takes place during OOTP with a Squib whose parents are taken by Death Eaters. There is a blossoming romance with Sirius, though later on in the fic.
Chapter 02
- Chapter Summary:
- For the general summary, please see the first chapter.
- Posted:
- 07/18/2003
- Hits:
- 303
- Author's Note:
- This is the second chapter, if you want to see more, just go over to fanfiction.net and look under the author "PeleAmelika" (me). I have four chapters uploaded there and am trying to get the rest of them on here, but until then, they are over there as well.
Chapter Two
Uncle Albus?! Michaela thought.
"Michaela!" Albus Dumbledore ran to her side. "What's wrong? Where are your parents?" he asked with urgency in his unmistakably British accent.
All Michaela could do, though, was move her eyes.
"Of course, the body bind," Dumbledore said, realizing. He muttered the spell to undo it and Michaela immediately felt relief in her limbs, which were becoming ore from the stiffness. Michaela tried to get up, but her legs wouldn't hold her and she fell to the floor again.
"Don't try to get up just yet. Where are your parents?" asked Dumbledore, still anxious.
"D-De-Death Eater!" cried Michaela with some difficulty because of her stiff jaw.
Dumbledore's eyes increased with fear--but only for a moment, when they were replaced with anger. He stood up and strode through the kitchen, looking around.
"N-no-no, they're gone!" Michaela cried out, climbing unstably to her feet. "They--he bound mom and dad and disapparated!"
Dumbledore turned, his expression now something that looked as though he didn't know whether to be furious or scared. He settled on both. "We must go." He took Michaela's hand and for the third time, there was a loud crack!in Michaela's kitchen.
Crack! They landed in what looked like an office. There was a large desk cluttered with various items and portraits of sleeping individuals. Dumbledore let go of Michaela's hand and once more said to her, "Now tell me exactly what happened."
Michaela looked at him. His eyes looked just like her mothers. Her mother. She probably wasn't going to see her mother again. With that terrible thought, she burst into tears.
Dumbledore went over to her and hugged her, patting her back. "It's okay, Michaela. We'll get them back." Michaela nodded through her tears. "But you need to tell me everything that happened."
Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Michaela began.
" . . . and when I started to run to help dad, mom put the full body bind hex on me. I can't believe she did that!" said Michaela.
"Your mother was saving your life, Michaela," Dumbledore said sharply. "You couldn't have done anything to help your parents, it's lucky that you didn't get caught as it is."
"Why didn't the Death Eater even look for me?" asked Michaela. "It seems that Voldemort's best chance at getting information out of my parents would be threatening to hurt or kill me." As she said these words, she couldn't believe how quickly she had adapted to the situation, looking at possibilities and successfully closing off her emotional mind. Or at least that's what she told herself.
"The best theory that I can think of is that Voldemort didn't know that your parents had a child. Since you're a Squib (am I correct?), your name isn't on the official record of wizards and witches. It was by lucky chance that you got away."
"I know, but I just feel that I should've . . ."
"Michaela, listen to me. I know that you haven't exactly lived in the wizarding world, but surely you understand that even if you were a witch, the chances of you taking down a Death Eater are very small, at best. There was nothing you could've done to prevent this."
Michaela knew that it was useless to argue this point and so asked another question that still confused her. "How did you know that my parents were in danger?"
Dumbledore smiled and merely pointed to his middle finger, which, upon closer inspection, bore a red ring with some strange familiar markings on it.
"I've seen that ring before! Mom has one just like it, but it was silver."
"Yes, it's called the "dwarves' ring. When dwarves mined deep underground centuries ago, there was no way to alert each other if someone was in grave danger. The dwarves appealed to the wizards at that time, who were the main consumers of the precious metals and so the wizards charmed the ring to make it burn bright red when the other wearer was in grave danger.
"I gave one to your mother because when she migrated to America to recruit people for the Order of the Phoenix before Voldemort's fall, I knew that she was putting herself in danger. Because of that, I gave her the ring to wear so that we would be forewarned if the other was in grave danger.
"As you know, she met your father there and they had you and then after Voldemort's fall, there was no more real danger anymore, but we kept our rings in case the need ever arose again. This is the first time, in fact, that the ring has burned red since we first got them."
"Can it tell you where they are?" asked Michaela with a small hope.
Dumbledore sighed. "No, I'm sorry, it can't."
"So what are we going to do?!" asked Michaela, jumping up. Her suppressed emotions rose up in her. "We need to find them! Mom's told me stories of what's happened to . . . oh God. They're being tortured, aren't they? Aren't they?!"
"Michaela, I will do everything in my power to get them back. I do have a few ideas of where they might be--"
Michaela looked hopefully at Dumbledore.
"--but no, you can't come with me, it's too dangerous."
"So what am I going to do? Where are we anyhow?" she demanded, looking defiantly around.
"We're in my office at Hogwarts. But--"
"We're in England? Am I going back home?"
"Yes, we are, but you can't go back to California because sooner or later Voldemort will realize that you exist and will come after you. I'll have to take you to our headquarters for the Order. You do know about that, right?"
Michaela nodded. "Mom told me all about it but I didn't know it had started up again."
Dumbledore wrote something on a piece of parchment and handed it to her, saying, "Read this to yourself and memorize it."
It said:
The headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix
May be found at number 12 Grimmauld Place
"Got it?" Michaela nodded. Dumbledore took the parchment and threw it into the fireplace behind him, though not before ripping it into several different pieces.
"Why did you--"
"I'll explain later, it's not completely safe to discuss it here. Take my hand, please."
Michaela obliged and for the fourth and last time of that night, Michaela heard a loud crack! and they were gone from Dumbledore's office.