F O R T Y
Two Dora's In One Sitting

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Remus Lupin growled, pointing his wand at my face harder.

Rolling my eyes, I slowly sat up wincing in pain at the broken bones which were healing at a rapid pace. Remus let out a warning noise, myself ignoring him only waving my hand.

"Get that thing out of my face." On my silent command, Remus's wand went flying to the other end of the room.

Everyone let out a sound of fright, Ron grabbing Ginny's hand in panic. "It's the half-angel girl! She's here to kill us!" Ginny rolled her eyes, ripping her hand away from Ron's.

"Shut up, she's not here to kill us." She shook her head, Fred and George only snickering at Ron.

Nymphadora took a step forward, her pixie-cut hair suddenly gaining a few feet in length and changing to an identical shade of pink that was my hair. Tilting her head, she smiled looking back at the Weasley's.

"You're her, yeah?" Remus tried to stop her to no avail as she crouched down in front of me, holding out a hand. "That wicked Nephilim chick who popped in on 'em last year? Come back to help us out with he-who-must-not-be-named?" My eyes wandered over Nymphadora Tonks drinking in her current appearance.

If I recall correctly, Nymphadora was a Metamorphmagus, someone able to change their appearance at will. She looked to be about my height with hair that just shifted to be identical to my own, something I was assuming she wasn't aware of. Her features were friendly-enough, looking even better with the bright smile she wore on her lips.

"Yep," I grabbed her hand, allowing the witch to pull me up. "Pandora Claire, at your service." I gave a small salute to everyone, pulling my baseball cap on tighter and messing with the straps of my backpack.

Harry Potter suddenly took a step forward, Arthur gripping his arm with a warning look shaking his head. Harry looked back at Arthur, sighing when he realized they wouldn't let him get any closer.

"You're the reason my Godfather isn't dead." The room's atmosphere took a sharp turn to a resolute silence. I studied Harry Potter for a second, noting the unruly black hair and lucky-green eyes. "Dumbledore told us after the ministry battle, he was surprised Sirius was alive. Reckoned it had something to do with you going back and changing things." Harry explained, my cheeks reddening at his adoring tone.

"Oh," I scratched the back of my neck shyly, tossing the boy who lived a smile. "It was nothing, really."

Everyone turned, in the doorway stood a male with long black hair and cool grey eyes. A friendly smile perked at his lips, the male who I noted to be Sirius Black nodding his head toward the kitchen. "Thank you, for inadvertently saving my life. Perhaps we should all speak in the kitchen."

Remus who walked to pick up his wand gave me a warmer look. "Any friend of Dumbledore's is a friend of mine. Sorry about the previous hostility, can't be sure who is who anymore."

I shrugged off Remus's words, handing the man a floppy smile. "It's cool, I suppose falling through the roof would give anyone a scare." I cringed seeing the huge gaping hole leading all the way through the seven floors up to the ceiling.

Bringing my hand up, I looked to Molly Weasley apologetically. "Sorry, about the mess, it's been a while since I've time-traveled. Here, let me fix it." I snapped my fingers, the sound of wood creaking filling the house before the once gaping hole looked normal.

Sirius rose his brows, sharing a look with the adults in the room, while the teenagers only looked to the now fixed wood curiously.

"Wicked..." The twins muttered together, the two fist-bumping .

"OH!" I abruptly screamed in pain, clutching my upper stomach.

Startled looks appeared on everyone's faces, Ron the first to rush out the question. "What's wrong!" He shouted, myself only gripping my stomach.

"That would be the kidney's healing-" I cut myself with another screech, grabbing my ribcage. "There go my ribs, and yep," I was biting my lip in pain closing my eyes. "Yep, that's definitely my collarbone!" I yelled the sound of my collarbone snapping back into place echoing about.

I breathed in deeply, rubbing my collarbone. "Okay!" I grinned, clapping my hands. "I'm all healed up now, let's talk!"

***

"Things changed after you left Hogwarts, Pandora. School security was tightened, and the wizarding world began keeping an eye out for any oddities of magic after you were discovered. Dumbledore told us that Voldemort continued on as if nothing had happened, but he was able to sense a shift in him, something that wasn't there before." Sirius started, only for Remus to cut him off continuing for him.

"Along with making Horcruxes, Voldemort was also making an attempt at finding you. Started going mad with different time-travel spells and ancient rituals to track a Nephilim, even went as far as trying to find a summoning spell. Obviously, none of this worked, though Voldemort is still trying to locate you."

"The ministry..." Arthur jumped in gaining the table's attention. "Is also using their resources in trying to locate you, they don't want Voldemort being the first to get to you. It was essentially a race between Voldemort and the ministry as to who could get to you first. Both lost the race, Dumbledore being the only one smart enough to not try finding you, but instead simply getting in contact with your uncle. The difference is, for the first time, Voldemort's looking for you for more than just power. He desires more than anything else the only person he ever cared about. However, considering he was conceived under Amortentia, it truly does confuse us as to how he loves you."

I cut Arthur off, a small smile playing at my lips. "That..." I shook my head, hating that Balthazar was right. "Is because Tom and I are bound by soul; soul-bounders. The equivalent to a 'soul-mate' as some say. Tom," I enunciated the word Tom, not calling him Voldemort on purpose. "Really doesn't get a choice as to whether or not he loves me. The bond of a soul-bounder overrides all, even situations as powerful as Amortentia."

The reaction I got was a blast. Half of everyone looked horrified, while the other half simply had agape jaws looking nothing less than shocked.

"Well," The twin who I had learned was Fred nudged George. "Looks like ole Voldy really has got a lady-friend." I snickered at their words, watching Molly throw them a disapproving glare.

"Okay," Sirius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Soul-bounder's, we can deal with this."

I held up a hand, cutting off Sirius's rant. "Wait, I was told that Tom no longer looks like some snake-monster-thingy, and instead looks hot. Please tell me this is true." My voice wavered pleadingly, Sirius throwing me a slightly disturbed look.

"Well..." George spoke with amusement, his elbow resting on the table with his head in his hand. "I don't swing that way, but yeah, Voldemort's pretty good-looking, though, the whole evil thing is a big turn off. Why? What'd he look like before?"

I bit my lip, chuckling almost nervously. "Let me show you..." I trailed off, portraying a mental image of what Tom originally looked like after the Horcruxes to everyone's mind. Being a Nephilim really did get me a one-up on the magic tricks.

"Oh, hell no!" Fred shouted, Sirius, slamming his hands on the table muttering a string of curse words.

Ron was shaking his head, Harry looking even more stressed, but the group as a whole looking simply terrified. "You're telling me, that's an image of my soul-bounder that I need to live with for the rest of my life!" I threw my hands in the air, thanking all that was holy; including myself, for Tom looking like a normal guy now.

Arthur calmed everyone down, Remus turning to me. "You being apart of the Order is a big help, but we do need to owl Dumbledore to come here so we can begin planning how to use you to our advantage-" I cut Remus off by shaking my head.

"Listen..." I started, looking at everyone seriously. "I will gladly help you all in any way I can, but I refuse to hurt Tom, those are my only terms." Sirius shrugged, looking to Remus with a nod of his head.

"Okay, fair enough, as long as we can get your help in everything else." I agreed with his words, Fred and George looking between Nymphadora Tonks and me oddly.

"What?" Tonks asked, seeing the look they were giving us as well.

Fred snickered, George taking the lead in answering the question. "Well, Nymphadora and Pandora? It's two Dora's in one sitting, the world must be ending."

Tonk's hair went a violent shade of red, her eyes narrowing in on the twins. She held up a finger as she told them off, Remus sighing as he brought out a quill and parchment beginning to write what I could assume to be as a letter to Dumbledore.

"It's a shame Hermione's not here..." Myself along with the twins, Ginny, and Harry all looked to Ron. "She'd be going mad asking you questions about your abilities and all the history you've been through." Harry rose a brow at Ron's mindless babbling, Ginny patting his shoulder.

"Yeah..." At Ginny's pat, Ron realized exactly what he was doing blushing bright red while quickly shutting up.

Harry looked to me with a friendly smile, tilting his head. "I remember you from last year..." He said absentmindedly. "You looked about as old as us, and if I was being honest-" Harry was suddenly cut off by Fred Weasley.

"All of us thought you were some sort of Veela..." George finished Fred's sentence, the both of them flashing me a cheeky grin. "Because you were so beautiful."

Harry rolled his eyes at the twins, nudging them.

"Ignore them, that's what I do." Ginny smiled, the twins giving a look of offense.

Fred clutched his chest as if he were hit. "Gosh, hit us where it hurts, little sister." George moaned as if he were in agony.

Ron who once again had a faraway look in his eye smiled. "Hermione was reading up on angelic lore for the rest of the year-" His siblings were giving him an odd look, Harry taking pity nudged Ron.

"Mate..." Harry muttered, motioning to me in what he was trying to deem as discreet. "You're embarrassing us in front of the Nephilim." Ron once again blushed bright, looking to the table refusing to meet anyone's gaze.

"That was awkward..." George muttered after a moment of slightly uncomfortable silence, which I found extremely amusing.

Fred simply grinned, turning to me with a twinkle in his eye. "In order to diffuse the tension, here are a few more pickup lines from George and I that'll be sure to have you in love with us within the next ten minutes."

"Okay, go for it!" I laughed loudly, actually interested in hearing what they had to say.

"Girl, did you fall from Heaven to be with me?"

"Are you dead or alive, because my religion says only the dead can be angels."

"Are you lost, because Heaven is a long way from here."

"Can I get a picture to prove that angels really do exist?"

"I didn't believe in angels until I saw you."

"Will you take your clothes off, I want to see how an angel hides its wings."

"Woah, Freddie!" George yelled though he was snickering. "That was way too far!"

Molly slammed her hands on the table, glaring heatedly at Fred who was trying and failing to hide his laughter. "Fredrick Weasley, how dare you say something so inappropriate!" She screeched in a way that made me cringe, feeling bad for Fred.

Though, I did find the comments to be highly entertaining.

Ron, Ginny, Harry, and George were all snickering to themselves looking to Fred who was pale at Molly's screaming.

Before Molly could further embarrass Fred, the window a few feet away from the table suddenly lit up with a bright glow. Snapping my head toward the glass, my eyes widened seeing a fireball hit the outside of the house, encircling the Burrow with a ring of fire.

Above the house, a thick black plume of smoke shot toward the ground landing just outside inside the ring of fire. The black smoke shaped together in an instant, revealing a woman with a mop of wild-tangly black curls. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders in waves, eyes black as night and skin an almost sickly pale color.

Her features held not an ounce of warmth, simply appearing cruel with eyes that shown with insanity. Though her appearance was cruel, her body was adorned with an almost graceful velvety midnight dress.

This woman was easily identifiable; Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Harry no!" My attention was snapped to Harry Potter who was out of his seat in the blink of an eye and racing out the front door.

Sirius and Remus let out a string of curse words, both men following after Harry. From the window, we could all see Bellatrix letting out an insane laugh running through the flames and into the cornfield surrounding the Burrow.

Harry didn't hesitate in following after her, Remus and Sirius shortly behind the boy who lived. Unfortunately, Ginny had also taken the time in leaving the table to follow after Harry, Molly and Arthur being too slow to stop her.

The once light-hearted aura of the room was filled with panic, the rest of us quickly leaving the table and making our way outside. Tonks, Molly, and Arthur took the lead in using their wands to try and fight the flames.

With a snarl, I held out my hands closing my eyes and willing the flames away. I could feel the eyes of everyone who was around on me as I willed the flames away. Barely a second had passed before the flames inexplicably died out, leaving a ring of ash in its wake.

No one had time to talk about it, as Arthur was motioning to the cornfield. "We need to help them." I nodded at his words, about to take off to help Remus, Sirius, Ginny, and Harry with Bellatrix Lestrange and any other Death Eater out there.

However, before any of us could make a move, two large plummets of black smoke emerged from the fields soaring through the sky. My heart sank when both flew around the Burrow, lighting it up in a glow of fire.

A glare painted my face at the retreating Death Eaters who had lit the Weasley's home on fire. Tom was so going to get it when I saw him.

Molly's hand moved to cover her mouth, tears forming in her eyes as her home burned. A moment later, Sirius, Remus, Ginny, and Harry came from the fields, all of them freezing when they saw the Burrow alight.

Cracking my neck, I smirked slightly.

Time to be a showoff.

With a deep breath, I brought my hands up waving them about the air intricately. Seconds had passed and in a matter of a moment the Burrow was no longer burning, the house snapping back to the state it was previously in when I arrived.

Warm and homey. Held up by magical means and now by Enochian means.

Try and knock that down Bellatrix.

Turning the face everyone with a smirk, I was caught off guard by Molly suddenly pulling me into a tight motherly hug.

I gulped never having felt anything like it. Was this how it felt to be hugged by your mom? Of course, I was loved, I knew I was loved, but I had never felt this sort of a loving warmth. The warmth of a mother.

Gulping down the stray emotion, I hugged Molly back, the woman pulling away after a few moments. Placing her hands on my cheeks, she smiled thankfully.

"Thank you." Her voice rang out genuinely, as her hands stroked my cheek. "You can stay with us as long as you need, we'll always have room for you."

A bright smile pulled at my lips, myself pushing the tears of happiness down. Molly Weasley was telling me I could stay with her. This had to be the best day ever.

"You really are an angel!" I turned to Ron who tilting his head in wonder looking between me and his now completely fixed house.

"Thankfully..." I started, raising my brows. "I'm not an angel, being a Nephilim is way better than being like those emotionless hammers."