Elizabeth Anne Riddle [Book 1] (A Harry Potter Fan-fiction){COMPLETE}

Rise of the Order

      I heard Wormtail on the spiral staircase rising into the attic. I stowed away my wand and glanced at him.
     "Elizabeth, your father needs you in the drawing room," he didn't meet my eyes. Since he had returned he hadn't talked much. He shouldn't, being so pitiful as to flee away from someone. My father was right to punish him so often, whip him into shape like the others. Like Dolohov. I thought of him and how he took me into his house at age three.
    My feet hit the stone as I walked lightly across the floor and down the stairs. My mother, part veela, had been one to be destroyed by an auror. She was my save grace in the gene pool. My eyes, a piercing green. My skin, an olive tone. Father was pacing the floor, like he had done all of the holiday. I had hoped to spend time with him, understand him. But that didn't happen. Nagini slithered to me and I placed my hand on her.
     "Have you heard of The Order?" Fathers voice was colder than normal.
     "The Order of what father?" I was confused as Nagini wrapped around my feet lightly.
      "The Order of the Phoenix my daughter. Let's not play dim with me, I always get the information I seek." He faced me, scowling. I shook my head, curls bouncing. It was pitch black out. The way father enjoyed it. Protective charm were placed around my father's old childhood home. I had enchanted it to act like the ceiling in the Great Hall. It varied from black during the day light hours to real time at night. I had cut it off just below my window, the tallest part of the house. My father refused to entered the room these past months.
     "Once you return, you will tell me all you know," Father had been talking but I hadn't been listening. I swallowed hard as Snape entered dressed in deep green robes and cloak with silver chains.
       "You need to look like Snape, like his offspring," my father snarled. I screwed up my face and, when done, received a shocked look from the stony Professor Snape.
         "Metaphor Magi, like my mother," I smiled as he led me to the front down. Father had gone back to pacing as we left.
       "To be quite honest, I tuned out. What is our mission sir?" I glanced around before pulling the hood of my cloak over my head. The color was dark blue to match the A-frame dress I had on underneath 
      "I, being important to Dumbledore, am apart of the Order. We shall infiltrate. But you are my child. Dumbledore has heard of a women I impregnated before your father fell from power. It was accidental. A muggle women had suduced me.." He stopped, took my arm in his as we apparated to the middle of a muggle park. The sun was fading so no muggles saw our arrival, but why should they. Very daft creatures they are. Snape said something so low I couldn't hear. I swore in Parsletongue attracting a young garden snake. It slithered to me, so much smaller than Nagini. I stowed him in my pocket and ran after Snape.
     "You need to act as if you are a mudblood but also smart like my daughter," Snape muttered as a house slowly started to expose itself. I took note of it being in a muggle area and hidden so perfectly.
     "I'm smarter than you though Snape," I smiled coldly and shook it off replacing it with a small innocent smile. My red lips probably looked unnatural in such a silly expression. Snape entered and I trailed behind him.
     "Severus. Good evening," Dumbledore smiled, eyes shining. "This must be Remilda." I shook the headmasters hand.
     "Good afternoon sir. How are you today?" I smiled, faking happiness. "I request to join the Order."
     "You are of age I assume?" He asked, taking us to a dining room. It was filled with people. Sirius, Proffesor Remus. Ah looks like the real Mad-eye is still alive. Poor Crouch, most likely incarnated again.
    "For three months sir, I want to serve you sir. Help against..Voldemort," I pretended to be scared of my father but it wasn't to hard at times.
    "Sir, how about she sits in and sees if she wants to stick with it  She's very indecisive." Snape smiled with fake affection, at least I hoped it was fake. I might need to kick his ass..
    A chair was pulled out, as if by magic. But before I could sit I heard loud screaming, unable to make out the words.
    "Blood-Traitor! Choose One!" The voice screamed loudly. Using slurs about people present. "Only one true Pure-Blood!" My mind spun as I realized she meant me. But no one else did.
     "That must be Harry." The pudgy women said, most likely the Weasley mother, rushed off to the door, drying her hands on a towel along the way.
      "Lets begin, so we can eat." Remus spoke.
     "I have a map of the department. Are you sure He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will go there?" A tall black man asked, face blank. I attempted to enter his mind but it was bricked off.
    "He's an auruor Elizabeth," Snape said in my head. So loud it resounded around.
    "Positive," Dumbledore nodded. I felt myself delve into into his mind. The prophecy is how he will try to rise. I pulled back and tried not to giggle as I put my mental block up again.
    "Should we have a watch?" A red hair man, The Weasley father, said.
    "Of course. He most like to strike when the Ministry is at its emptiest." Dumbledore stood. And walked out.
    "It must be dismissed," Remus muttered and stood to tell the Weasley mother. I glanced at Snape and lowered my mental block.
What is a prophecy? I asked Snape calmly
The Potter boy. His prophecy. Only one can live while the other survives.. Snape trailed off as Harry Potter entered the room hands in pockets. Sirius and he embraced. I almost vomited. But Snape stood fast.
    "Leaving  already Severus?" A women with bright pink hair asked. She changed to a glum purple and I choked. Metamorph Magi..like me. I shook my head, the short bob swinging chin length.
   "Yes, Remilda has to travel back to her mother for the rest of the summer tomorrow. I'd like to spent time with her.." Snape trailed off as I too stood. We walked to the door as I saw George Weasley prancing down the the stairs and away from Ginny Weasley. George smiled at me and ran into the dining room.
     "Is your daughter really named Remilda?" I asked.
     "Yes, her mother and I don't see things the same. Remilda comes home, and I tutor her. Then she returns to home and attends a school in Albania for magic. The name always escapes me. Awful school though." Snape and I kept walking farther away from the house. We both clasped hands and apparated. The last thing I saw was the first stars in the sky as I thought of George smiling at me instead of glaring at me and my heart lurched a tad but I stopped it and sighed as my knees hit the grass just outside my house.

I loved Tonks in the main series. I wanted to use her Metamorph Magi ability in this story.
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