Warning: The amazing characters of the story belong completely to JK Rowling. I only take credit for the plot changes and original characters that I have introduced to the story. Be aware that some of the timing of the story will not correspond exactly to the original story.
The wind howled liked a pack of wolves to the full moon. Lighting stabbed at the earth as erratically as an assassin blinded by rage. Thunder rolled across the dark rain driven hills spreading fear into the hearts of man. The night was darker than blackness itself. In the middle of this elemental storm, a light of hope could be seen from the window of the Faerie castle.
Aiobheal, the queen of the Tuatha de Danann, sat on the couch legs curled, a blanket across her lap, in front of the fireplace of her bedroom parlor brooding over the recent events happening in the mortal realm. A dark evil has been spreading and the world’s hope of survival lay on the shoulders of a teenage boy, who didn’t ask for any of this.
However, he wasn’t the only one with that burden; he would have the help of a young lady. That scared Aiobheal the most because that young lady was her pride and joy, her only daughter. It was a wonder how the fates could ask so much of two people so young.
Light flashed from the fireplace as the flames of the fire suddenly turned an emerald green and a tall thin man stepped out of the fireplace to stand before Aiobheal. The stranger had long waist length hair and beard, his half-moon spectacles were perched upon his crooked nose, a star designed pointed hat sat firmly upon his head, and he was wearing a long black traveling cloak that blended into the shadows of the night.
“Albus Dumbledore,” Aiobheal said snapping out of her thoughts and pushing the blanket to the side so as to stand and greet him properly.
“Your majesty,” Dumbledore responded bowing slightly at the waist in respect.
Aiobheal pouted a bit before saying, “Now Albus, such formality between friends is not necessary,” moving forward to embrace him in a huge hug.
Dumbledore pulled back reluctantly taking in a good look at the dark haired beauty standing before him. At almost two hundred years old, Aiobheal only looked to be in her late twenties, her wavy long dark brown hair flowed down her back with some layers framing her face causing her blue eyes to sparkle in the light. Dumbledore only wished that he could be bringing better news.
“Albus dear there’s no need to look so grim I already know why you are here.” Aiobheal paused, sitting back down, nodding towards the chair opposite of her, “please sit and make yourself comfortable.”
“Voldemort’s forces are quickly growing stronger every day and his attempts upon Harry’s life are becoming bolder, especially now that Harry is the only link left to the prophecy that was lost.” Dumbledore began
“From the look on your face I would have to assume that the protection upon Harry has been increased, which in turn has probably made the boy feel antsy and annoyed. I remember the feeling.” Aiobheal said softly
Dumbledore took a deep breath, “You know that it won’t be long before Voldermort finds out about Aislin. My sources tell me that Voldermort is already plotting to storm the castle before the week is out.”
“Let me guess, you want Aislin and I to go into hiding? Am I correct?” Aiobheal asked
“Aiobheal…” Dumbledore began
“I can’t do that Albus,” Aiobheal interrupted him “at least not right now. Before you even start thinking about it there will be no arguing with me. I am not the young princess I once was, I am a queen now certain things must be taken care of before I can leave the castle.”
“Come now my dear,” Dumbledore tried to protest.
“No Albus, I have made up my mind and there will be no changing it at this time,” pausing, “However, I would like for you to take Aislin to Hogwarts.”
“Aiobheal,” Dumbledore pausing before answering, “it shall be done, I will make all the arrangements and be back to pick her up tomorrow evening.”
Dumbledore stood walking over to Aiobheal, kissing her hand before disappearing into the flames once again.
Harry was sitting at the kitchen table with Molly Weasley eating a bowl of tomato soup when there came a knock at the back door. Mrs. Weasley jumped to her feet nervously at the sound, standing up trying to remain as calm as possible while walking to the door and slowly opening the door to look outside.
“Gracious Albus you gave me such a fright,” opening the door letting Dumbledore into the kitchen.
“Good evening Molly, sorry to trouble you so late in the evening, but I wanted to ask you for a favor.” Dumbledore said as he walked over to the table and sat down in front of Harry.
“Good evening Harry I see the order got you here all in one piece.” greeted Dumbledore.
“Yes sir” Harry responded quietly.
“Harry dear you must be exhausted, why don’t you head on to bed,” Molly suggested.
Harry didn’t really want to leave the kitchen even though he was barely able to stay awake, but decided to go on ahead to bed anyway. Getting up slowly Harry left molly and Dumbledore alone in the kitchen, once Dumbledore was positive that Harry was out of hearing distance he began again.
“I saw Aiobheal this evening,” he began, “she already knows about the danger she is in and refuses to go into hiding, however she has agreed to put her daughter Aislin into hiding by allowing her to attend Hogwarts," pausing.
“Molly I know that it is overly crowded here, but I was wondering if you would allow Aislin to stay here till school starts.”
“The poor dear, of course she can, we will figure something out.” Molly responded
“Thank you molly. I will send an owl with the details of her arrival. Till then I must leave in order to finish the arrangements. Goodnight Molly.” With a nod of his head Dumbledore walked out the back door into the backyard and with a pop was gone.
Aislin sat upon her bed, head bent over her parchment writing. The room was strewn with various possessions and a great amount of rubbish as if a tornado had ran amuck throughout her room. Apple cores, candy wrappers, owl feathers, and clothing littered the floor, books were scattered half open among the tangled blankets on the bed around her, and a mess of papers sat in a puddle of moonlight upon her desk.
A large birdcage stood on top of the dresser with a beautiful midnight black owl inside. His golden eyes surveyed the room cautiously, swiveling his head back and forth occasionally stopping to gaze upon his master. Once or twice he clicked his beak impatiently wanting some attention but receiving no response.
Aislin's trunk stood at the end of her bed almost empty, except for the residue of ink bottles, dirty clothes, broken quills, torn parchment, and candy that covered the bottom. It was a minute to midnight when there was a knock at her bedroom door interrupting her thoughts.
“Nobodies home,” Aislin responded with a yawn looking towards the door as her mother walked into the room.
“Aislin honey, Albus Dumbledore is here,” Aiobheal paused looking around the room.
“What in the world has happened to your room? It looks as if a hurricane has blown in here.” Aiobheal questioned in dismay at the mess
“It’s nothing; I have just been working on some research.” Aislin responded gathering up her notes.
“You’re not going to be able to bring him back, he’s dead. There’s no bringing back the dead.” Her mother sighed walking over to the bed.
“So you say,” Aislin snapped back
“Let’s not argue about this again. Albus is waiting and you are not even packed yet.”
“Oh you were serious about sending me away.” Aislin responded
“You must know that this is for your own protection, I love you too much to see you come to any harm.” Aiobheal said softly.
“Whatever it’s not like I am being given a choice.” Said Aislin.
Getting up off the bed and standing up, she walked over to her closet pulling out a grey zip up hoodie and put it on. Turning back towards her mother, Aislin snapped her finger transporting all of her possessions neatly into her trunk and all the trash into a bag by her now visible desk. Sighing deeply Aiobheal walked back to the door way and called Albus into the room.
“Albus you may come in now.”
“Ah good evening Aislin,” Dumbledore said while stepping into the room with a sly grin upon his face.
“Excellent, excellent, packed and ready wonderful, it’s time we best be off," said Dumbledore sensing the tension in the room. Pulling out his wand, Dumbledore points it at Aislin’s belongings causing them to vanish from sight.
“Those will meet us at the burrow; don’t want to be cluttered while traveling now do we.”
Aiobheal walked over to Aislin giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you darling, even though you are angry with me now soon you will come to understand why I am doing this in due time, behave yourself please.”
Grunting Aislin moved over to where Dumbledore stood in front of the doorway. Just as they were apparating out of sight Aiobheal called out, “Take care of her, old friend. I shall see you again soon.”
a/n: Thank you to my wonderful beta. Dracolovergirl5000