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

Romanian Holiday

My bag was packed at the foot of my bed but I felt reluctant. It was early December and I was more than happy to leave. We had had our first meeting of Dumbledores Army. What an interesting name it was. Harry wasn't as dumb as I thought but I tried to not think of these things.
I stood in the hall a day before break when Harry came up to me. He didn't say a word but led me to the Room of Requirement. He paced slowly. His mind was buzzing, I couldn't sort out all his thoughts. The door showed up finally and he entered, holding the door for me. Reluctantly, I followed.
"Can I trust you?" Harry asked once the door closed. He sat on the sofa that had appeared in the middle of the room.
"Yes," I whispered, not sure what came over me. I sat by him and felt a zing of warmth in my heart. My heart? I groaned inwardly. Dolohov. He never made me feel this way. Not since I was 13. So long ago. But stupid Potter did.
"I've been having nightmares. I see into..into his mind," Harry whispered. I took a second to look at his face. His cheeks were sunken slightly, his eyes were dull and ringed with dark purple circles.
"Is it things that are happening?" I asked, curious and concerned.
"I'm not sure. I guess we may never know.." He glanced away. That had to be why it was so quite on the home front. Father was planning again. I saw that Harry was dosing and tapped him.
"I'm sorry, Ellie." His eyes were misty. His head lolled onto my shoulder.
"Harry. " my voice sounded weak.
"Mm?" He sat up.
"What are we?"
"Humans," he was smirking then, boyishly charming.
"No, I mean us," I looked away. He shrugged.
"Don't leave, okay?" He had dosed off.
Why was I feeling this way for the enemy of father? Why had I become weak? Was this love? Couldn't be. I wanted to move but he was deep asleep. Dolohov hadn't even tried to talk to me. Maybe father would be glad I was befriending him, learning from him. Suddenly, he shot up and looked at the clock I thought of an hour ago. It was late now, almost ten at night. He looked at me and apologized.
My feelings overwhelmed me. I hadn't felt in years. I pressed my lips to his, stopping the apologizes. I helped him up and we left the room, hand in hand for a few minutes before we broke off.
The tower was empty and quiet. I snuck up stairs but was greeted by an anxious Remilda.
"Where were you?" She whisper yelled at me.
"Busy," I yawned at got changed.
"Fred said he saw you with Potter. Did you.." She trailed off.
"Kill the boy? No.." My eyes dropped to the floor. I turned away and climbed into bed.
"Will you tell your father?" She asked, breaking the silence. I scoffed before rolling over.
•••
Harry wasn't at breakfast before the train. The Longbottom disgrace was talking about Harry's nightmares. How he saw something with Ronald's father. My stomach dropped. His father worked at the ministry. The prophecies were in the ministry. Everything fit. Father was trying to get the prophecy as we speak. My throat was tight all the way down to the train.
"He's fine," Remilda comforted me. I let my worry fade and smiled. I was excited for our trip.
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The train stopped at Kings Cross in what felt like no time. Remilda handed me another ticket.
"What is this?" I scowled at her.
"Another train."
"I can just apparate." I took her hand. She gasp loudly.
"No! I never have!" She shouted as me began to spin, out trunks coming after us.
The small town was covered in at least a foot of snow. Remilda was bent over double, retching into the snow.
"I would have thought Snape had apparated with you by now," I comforted her. Finally Remilda calmed down and led the way to her home. It was small and bright blue unlike the other houses.
"Mum!" Remilda shouted. I heard a startled yelp and loud clack footsteps. Remilda mother had long brown hair almost to her ankles. She had piercing green eyes unlike Remilda's almost black eyes.
"Elizabeth," Remilda's mother smiled widely, "I'm Renee." Her eyes seemed to pierce my soul. I realized she had magic radiating from her. Was she not really a muggle?
"Hello ma'am," my smile was small and processed thee power she had. Remilda took my hand, saying she wanted to show me her room and where we are staying.
"Your mom, she's a muggle?" I asked as I sat my truck on a cot in the corner of the room.
"You feel it too?" Remilda whispered.
"Her power is equal to a trained Death Eater," I whispered. Edagar crawled up to my ear.
"She looks like you. Except the hair," he hissed. I was surprised that he was talking to me. Ever since I began talking to Harry Edagar hadn't talked to me. Hopefully I'll get over that.
"My mom died," I said, no realizing it wasn't in parsletongue. Remilda's eyes widened.
"What?" She took my hand and held it tight. "I didn't know." Edagar slithered to wrap around my wrist.
"No Edagar, he said how your mom looks like me.." I swallowed as Remilda took a few steps back. After a minute or two her eyes widened.
"He's right!" She exclaimed. I hushed her when I heard movement.
"Are you hungry?" Renee asked. We nodded, trying to hide our shock. She smiled and left to start cooking. Remilda and I sat on the floor, legs crossed.
"Everyone said my mother was killed in the first war. I had just been born and she went with my father to see Petter Pettigrew," I whispered to her.
An owl soared in through the window, unknown to us. The letter dropped in between us and the owl was gone as quick as it came. I saw my fathers writing.
Elizabeth,
We request of you to go to the order again. As yourself. Join it and pretend your one of them. Until I say otherwise. Take Snapes offspring with you, test her allegiance.
Father
I scowled at the letter. "I can only stay tonight. We both are told to join the order," I whispered as I set the letter on fire.
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Remilda, her mother, and myself took a train to London. I paid for a hotel for her mother and we made our way to meet Snape. He stood in the park we had landed at the first time I came.
"Remilda," Snape smiled at his daughter and wrapped his arms around her. I wish my father cared more about me then a dumb prophecy. Snape muttered something and the house revealed itself.
"Ready?" He asked us. We nodded and entered the house.
"Snivelus!" Sirius called happily. I almost wretched at the smell of wet dog that filled the house.
"Sirius you remember Remilda. This is Elizabeth Rémi. She is looking to join the order in our fight," Snape smiled. Sirius looked at me, eye brows knitt together.
"Are you legal?" Sirius asked.
"Yes she is," the voice of Dumbledore said from the dining room. "We would love another student." Sirius nodded and showed us a room with a large bed.
"Looks like we need to share," Remilda laughed. "Isn't this place beautiful." She smiled and sat down her trunk. I heard a loud commotion and the screaming women. Remilda looked at me and raced down the stairs. I saw Fred, George, and Ginny first. Their eyes were bloodshot. Then Ronald and the mudblood entered with there heads close together. Then Harry entered, head down and his hands in his pockets. My heart race quickened and I swallowed hard. Sirius smiled at me knowingly before hugging his godson. Harry looked at him and smiled, slightly happier. Then he saw me. His eyes lit up and traveled down my muggle attire. My hair was pulled way up high, I wore black jeans and flowered shirt under my black cloak.
"Harry this is Elizabeth," Dumbledore stated as if Harry didn't know me. Harry gave me a goofy grin.
"I know professor. I know."
••••
Molly Weasley is a stout chubby women. She moved around the kitchen so fluidly. I felt bad for thinking nice thoughts of a blood traitor but she was cooking for me. I sat in between Harry and Remilda. I was trying to wait for a time to talk with Snape about my mother but there hadn't been one.
Molly updated us on her husband, Arthur's condition. With Remilda and i's look of confusion she explained that he had been attacked last night at the ministry. I winced when they started to talk about a large snake that had bit his neck.
Dinner was served and everyone was quite talkative. Fred and George were bothering Tonks, the metamorph Magi from the meeting I attended as Remilda. She turned her hair to a greenblue color. For fun, I scrunched up my face and my long black hair turned seafoam green. The others at the table gasped. I blushed and changed my hair back to black.
"You control it better than I do," Tonks commented. Everyone looked at us. We scrunched our faces up and change it so we each looked like the other. The table clapped and laughed. All but George. He seemed upset that I was here, having a good time. Trust me I'd rather not be here with you. I scoffed inside his head. I looked away and started to talk to Harry before George could say a thing.
"How are you doing?" I took his hand in mine under the table.
"I'm just so tired. I feel like it was my fault Mr. Weasley got hurt.." He looked sad. I wish to comfort him. I excused myself and realized that Harry had followed suit. His eyes were glassy and red rimmed. He dipped his head to my shoulder. And...fell asleep? What the hell??
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