Hi guys!

Okay I have been dying to do this for SOOOOO long!

I hope you enjoy it because I have been planning this in my head for ages and I am finding it difficult to put into words! But I'll do my best.

The OC (Samantha) and bits of the story line belong to me

The rest of the Characters belong to J.K Rowling who I adore and idolise with all of my heart!

Lots of Love from

Alicia

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Onto the story…

What If?

Chapter 1

A group of teenagers were quietly huddled at the top of the dark staircase in Grimmauld Place, attentively watching a single rubber ear whose partner was now being lowered centimetres above the ground floor below; both were connected by a thin string.

When the extendable ear reached its destination, it was held there and the teenagers all leaned in closer, heads touching as the voices below came into focus.

"What else can we do?" Sirius' voice spoke slowly, agitation clear in his voice. Harry frowned at hearing his Godfather's tone.

"Nothing. We can't do anything; just as Harry can't do anything, so why tell him?" Molly spoke shortly, and all four Weasley's shuddered involuntarily, having been on the receiving end of that tone and knowing full well how it felt.

It didn't feel nice, that's for sure.

"Poor sod." Ron whispered, all of the group couldn't help but silently agree.

"I must agree with Molly." a nasally voice spoke slowly and detachedly. Harry blinked in confusion.

"Snape's part of the order?" He hissed.

"Slimy git." Ron mumbled back but was quickly hushed by Ginny as he began to speak again.

"What use can Potter have with this information? If anything, it will only nurture his troublesome nature and we all know what will happen then. He is too much like his father and that alone will get him killed –" His speech was suddenly cut off by a loud scraping of a chair and a great clatter as it undoubtedly fell to the ground.

"How dare you?" They heard Sirius growl and Harry couldn't help but smirk as he imagined what Sirius might do to his Potions master.

All of a sudden a quiet yet firm voice, which none of the group recognised, spoke up.

"Sirius, lower your wand." There was a long silence before they heard a chair scraping again as Sirius sat down. Then the voice spoke once more, "Severus," the voice paused as it thought, "hold your tongue." The twins snickered together.

The voice was female, she sounded young, but at the same time quite old. There was a quality to her voice which suggested, the only word for it was, wisdom.

"Now, it is no use fighting amongst ourselves. How will that help us? That was rhetorical question Sirius." She sighed patiently. Harry looked up and saw that everyone's brow was creased in confusion.

"Who is that?" Hermione whispered, raising her eyes to look around the group.

Shoulders raised and fell in shrugs all around but all eyes were directed towards the ear as she spoke again.

"Now I must say that I, regrettably, must disagree with you Molly." The teenagers all widened their eyes in shock. However, instead of fighting back, all they heard was a long suffering sigh and, simultaneously, their mouths dropped open in shock at the lack of retaliation. "I truly am sorry Molly, Severus and whoever feels the way they do. However, if we withhold this information from Harry, he will not know what to defend himself against. He needs to know! He is unquestionably feeling desolated after this summer. With his friends not permitted to write to him, he was isolated." The teenagers all suddenly felt very guilty and shot a look at Harry whose gaze was fastened onto the small rubber ear in front of him. "Loneliness leads to bad judgement and horrible consequences. Look around. In this room are seated every adult Harry trusts above all others – with the exception of Albus of course – so how is he going to feel knowing that all of you are keeping a large secret from him? You will all loose his trust.

Harry is a smart boy! But it is not easy to fight against something you don't know you're supposed to be fighting against! It is like trying to battle an armed wizard without your wand; you are defenceless. We could arm Harry with the knowledge he needs and ensure that Voldemort –" Harry felt the others flinch at the use of the name, and assumed that most people down below must've too by the girl's next utterance, "Oh Remus, man up! It is just a name! – Once again, we must ensure that Voldemort doesn't get what he is after." She punctuated the name purposefully with a slam on the table the Order was situated around.

"I think you overestimate the boy." Snape drawled evenly.

"I don't." She said back, just as calmly.

There was a long silence before Molly spoke directly to the girl.

"That may be your opinion, but you are not his parent."

"He is not your son!" Sirius cut in heatedly.

"He may as well be." Molly said indignantly.

"He is also my Godson! Do I get a say in what happens to him?"

There was a silence as the question hung in the air.

"Excuse me." The stranger said and abruptly there was the sound of a chair scraping back, but another sound cut straight across it.

A lazy 'meow' could be heard through the extendable ears and the teenagers looked don at the ground floor in horror as a large ginger cat languidly walked up to the listening device, swiping at it as it was hastily pulled back up. But one claw had fastened itself into the rubber object.

"Crookshanks! Leave it! Bad Crookshanks!" Hermione hissed, leaning over the polished banister.

"Oh god someone's coming!" Fred squeaked.

Surely enough, high heeled footsteps could be heard from down below even without the ear to magnify the sound.

"Drop it!" Ron hissed, attempting to grab the ear from Fred's hands.

"Not a chance! Do you know how much this thing cost us?" George repeatedly slapped Ron's grappling hands away.

Harry, Hermione and Ginny frantically tried to tug gently on the string but Crookshanks wasn't having any of it, having raised onto his back legs and clasped the ear in his teeth.

Everyone froze when they heard the conference room door open and close quietly.

"Please be blind, please be blind!" George chanted silently, crossing his fingers and screwing his eyes shut.

After looking at George exasperatedly, Hermione grabbed her wand and pointed it at Crookshanks.

"Relashio!" She whispered, bright sparks shot from her wand but before they reached the lower floor they hit an invisible, horizontal wall which glowed bright white before returning to invisibility.

"Damn it!" Ginny worried.

"This is your entire fault!" Ron shrieked quietly. "You two!" He pointed at the Twins.

"Us?" The twins chorused, holding their hands up to their hearts simultaneously, putting up a hurt appearance.

"Yes you two! If you didn't muck about so much Mum would trust us and this wouldn't be happeni –"

A soft chuckle from down below cut him off and after sharing a frightened look the teenagers all dropped to the ground with a very audible 'thud', lying on their stomachs and peering through the rails and onto the ground below, Fred still clutching onto the extendable ear like a lifeline, the string straining over the top of the banister.

As they watched, black, knee-high, high heeled boots appeared. Then as the woman took another step forward, sleek, black leggings came into view, and a light, short sleeved, faded black T-shirt.

Fred and George cocked their identical heads to the side curiously as finally the woman stepped forward to scoop up the chubby ginger cat. The string attached to the ears slackened a bit.

The teenagers could only stare at the woman. She had golden, blonde hair which was now fastened into a long plait that nearly reached her waist.

She reached a small hand forward to gently pry the extendable ear from the cat's mouth, grinning as she did so.

"What do we have here?" She mumbled to herself. Her voice was definitely the one they had heard, but now it was definitely more relaxed and it sounded like music to the ears, and even without looking the group could tell that she was smiling.

Hermione suddenly gasped noisily.

The woman looked up, following the string, to see five faces quickly disappear from sight, Fred still remained, he simply couldn't tear his eyes away, and she just grinned mischievously up at him.

She couldn't have been older than sixteen; she had a beautiful heart-shaped face and crystal blue eyes that, if you looked hard enough, you could see held great wisdom and kindness.

"The meeting ends at 7 on-the-dot, keep an eye on the time." She said quietly and with that she released the ear, letting it bounce and sway in mid-air before turning back to the Conference Room, Crookshanks in her arms.

"You are going to come with me, yes you are." She cooed to the feline before stepping through the door and closing it with a 'click'.

The six teenagers let out a breath of relief, eyes wide in shock.

Suddenly, Fred felt a hand strike him across the back of his head.

"Why didn't you hide you twit?" George hissed at his twin.

"I wanted to see what she looked like!" He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Besides, Hermione was the one who made her look up!" He pointed to the bushy haired witch who glared back at him.

"Fine then, if you are going to pin the blame on me I won't tell you who she is!" Hermione stood quickly from where she was crouched against the wall and began to ascend the creaky stairs when five voices began to voice their objections.

She stopped on the fourth step to look pointedly at Fred who sighed.

"I'm sorry dearest Hermione, it wasn't your fault." He said pleadingly getting down on one knee and holding his hand on his heart. "Please forgive me!"

"That'll do." She glared slightly before sitting down on the step and taking a deep breath. "That was Samantha Harlow." She said, eyes burning with self-satisfaction.

Looking at their confused faces Hermione sighed and continued.

"She's the youngest Auror in the world?" She raised her eyebrows and looked around with a face that said 'duh'.

"So…" Fred began.

"She's an Auror?" George finished.

"A real one?" Fred asked.

"No, a fake one!" Hermione said exasperatedly. "Of course she's a real Auror!"

"But she's like sixteen!" Fred exclaimed.

"Seventeen actually. And?"

"You're acting as if this is normal!" Ron gaped.

"Of course it's not normal Ronald; she is an extremely powerful witch!"

"When did she become an Auror?" Ginny asked curiously.

"When she was fifteen."

"Whoa!" Fred and George gawked.

"Hmmm. Now if you'll excuse me." Hermione stood and disappeared up the stairs, Ginny following soon afterwards.

"Guys! The meeting!" Harry whispered suddenly.

"Oh yeah!"

The four boys gathered around the ear once more to listen to the rest of the meeting. Samantha didn't speak again, and nothing interesting was said.

At 6:58 Fred reeled the extendable ear in, just in time to hear the Conference door open and the adult marched out.

The twins returned to their room, to hide the extendable ears, but Harry and Ron stayed.

They backed up against the wall so that they couldn't be seen and waited for the call.

"Children! Diner's ready!"

I hope you enoy and the plot shall expand and become more interesting i promise!

Thank you so much for reading it menas so much to me!

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Alicia

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