Narcissa walked into the Ninth Street Orphanage's main office. She was dressed in Muggle attire and under a Glamour Charm. To the people in the office she looked to be about twenty years older than she really was. A few gray hairs were intermixed with the light brown hair she was now sporting.

"Excuse me, may I help you?" A plump woman behind a desk asked her. She looked to be in her mid forties. Narcissa plastered on a fake smile and addressed the woman.

"Well I certainly hope so. My name is Rose Evans. I work for the Hogwarts Academy." Narcissa told her the fake name that the Ministry used when dealing with Muggles. The woman showed recognition of the name, so she continued. "It seems that all our information on one…" She looked down at the empty open folder in her arms, before looking back at the woman. "Emma Walker was misplaced." The woman behind the desk let out a short snort.

"Figures…You would be surprised just how often that happens. I hope the girl hasn't been giving you any trouble?" She asked as she got up and walked over to a long row of filing cabinets.

"Haven't the foggiest. I've never met the child myself. Why do you ask? Is she prone to getting into mischief?" Narcissa asked in a bored voice. She was trying to portray an annoyed assistant running an unwanted errand for her boss. It would not do well to send off any red flags right from the off. By the other woman's reaction she seemed to be buying it without question.

"She doesn't seek it out if that what you mean. It's just…has a way of finding her all on its own," She said as she dug into a file cabinet.

"Really, how so? If the child is going to be a problem my boss would certainly like to know about it." Narcissa asked with just a hint of concern. She wanted to get her a little off balance and see what she would let slip. She couldn't afford to use magic here. She could feel the magical signature on this place. To use magic would only bring unwanted attention. She would have to do this the old-fashion way.

"Don't get me wrong. From a distance she seemed like an agreeable enough child, but whenever she is around anyone…things just happen. She just seems to bring out people's aggression. Oh, here it is." The woman walked over to Narcissa and handed her a large file. She gave it a quick once over and was amazed by the number of times the girl was injured. She saw that she was diagnosed with Epsolhyrphenite by a Dr. D. Fudge. A short description of the rare so-called disease that was responsible for her hair spontaneously changing color. Honestly! The gullibility of these Muggles? Put enough letters in a word and they'll believe it's a disease.

"Is she accident prone? I see a lot of injuries here."

"I've only worked here for about a year. The one you would want to talk to about it is Mrs. Lancaster. She retired last year. I can get you her address when I make copies of the file if you like?" The woman said in an attempt to shift responsibility away from her. She seemed more nervous that the question warranted, but pushing the issue could make her shut down altogether.

"That would be lovely. My boss is a stickler for details. Do you have all the records on the girl's birth parents? I don't see any in here." Narcissa offered the file back to her. She snatched it up and looked through it.

"That's odd. It's usually right on top." The woman franticly searched through the file. Narcissa got the felling she was one of those people that liked everything in order and got flustered when they were not. Narcissa decided to take this opportunity to probe her further, while her mind was concentrating on another task.

"Did she have many friends?"

"No she was pretty much a loner here." Muggle Repellant Charm.

"What about staff?"

"The only one that seemed to like her was Mrs. Lancaster." Squib most likely.

"Enemies?"

"That would be Adam. They fought like cats and dogs, but since she left, all he does is ask if she's alright. I swear he must be bipolar." Aggression Hex. "Wait! We have the old records down in the basement. It shouldn't take me more than ten minutes to find them."

"That's fine, take your time."

The woman rushed out of the office, which was just fine with Narcissa. She took the opportunity to look around. Thankfully she had cast a magic detection charm on her eyes before she came inside the orphanage. She sensed magic all over the place. That was more than a little bizarre, considering this particular orphanage was not on the approved list by the Ministry of Magic. She had a strong felling that the records in the basement were long gone as well. Whoever was behind this was good at covering their tracks.

The door to the office opened and a boy about twelve years old walked in. He had sandy colored hair and a sturdy build. His eyes seemed to draw her attention. They appeared to not fit him somehow. She then saw the magic radiating off the Muggle boy head.

"Hi there," He said in a casual voice.

"Hello, how are you?" She answered and asked. He gave her a shrug and walked over to a bench and plopped down on it. He seemed to be waiting for something. By the look on his face he wasn't terribly happy about it.

"Are you in trouble?" Narcissa asked when her curiosity got the better of her.

"Usually." Was his only response. She got the distinct feeling he didn't like grownups.

"Well it's nice to meet you Mr. Usually In Trouble." Lily once told her that a good joke could loosen a tongue better that a threat. The boy laughed at that, so she presumed she at least got that part right.

"Good one, my name is Adam." You don't say.

"Rose Evans at your service young man." Narcissa extended her hand to him, and he took it. He quickly looked over his shoulder at the door, and bit his bottom lip. He hadn't let go of her hand yet. He leaned in as if to whisper something to her.

"I'm having a good day so…she'll be coming soon."

"Who will be coming soon?" Narcissa asked with general concern in her voice. That was what the boy reacted to. He gave an odd look as he mentally debated with himself. When he looked back at her he had a determined, yet vulnerable look. The magic around his head changed color from a soft blue to a dark red. He grinded his teeth as he fought against the compulsion trying to control him. Narcissa marveled as this young Muggle fought against the magic, and mentally cheered when its color was blue again.

"That mean cat lady. The one that makes me hate Emma. I don't mean to be a bad boy, really I don't. I got out of the box she put me in. If I'm not mean she will put me back in again. I don't want to go back in the box." Adam begged her. He was talking really fast, as if he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get it all out. He also didn't talk like a boy of twelve. She guessed he was six maybe seven.

"You're not the only one in there…are you?" Narcissa asked as she tapped his forehead. He nodded his answer. She took a deep breath to steady herself. "We don't have much time, do we?" Again he answered her by moving his head side to side. "You know what I am, don't you?" His head moved up and down, and looked to her purse. "Do you trust me?" Again, up and down, then she felt a piece of paper being pushed into her hand. "Tell her I'm sorry, I-I just wasn't strong enough." He quickly stood up, tears in his eyes, and ran from the room.

The mother in Narcissa wanted to go after him, to cuddle him, and promise him that the mean cat lady would never hurt him again. The Pure-Blooded Witch in her knew that doing that would only alert the ones that did this to him and Emma.

It made perfect sense to her and she hated that it did. All those years with the Death Eaters had given her insight into the twisted working of their psyche. Come across a young Metamorphmagus without any family to miss her. Bind her magic and hide her away from the Wizarding World. Make all the Muggles around hate her, forcing her to isolate herself. Deprive her of any form of kindness so, when you give her what she craves so desperately, she'll do anything you ask. Then all you have to do is wait until she reaches age. Train her and the watch the galleons roll in.

The question was who had found her. They had made some mistakes. Mrs. Lancaster was a squib, so the Muggle Repellant Charm had no effect on her. They couldn't corrupt the purity of a little boy, so they opted to lock him away in his own mind and implanted their own tormentor. It would have to be adjusted each year, but they missed one and Adam got out.

She opened the folded piece of paper and saw a drawing that could have only been made by a young child. It showed a boy on his knees, begging a girl with rainbow colored hair to forgive him. In a bubble over his head were the words.

I'm soooo sorry Emmy!

The kat lady made me do it!

Narcissa heart just about broke, and she had to cover her mouth to keep from crying out. He should be angry with what was done to him, but all he wanted was her forgiveness.

She would have to wait until that woman came back with the file. Then she would need to seek out this Mrs. Lancaster. She was sure she would be able to find about Emma's parents from her. Dobby would shadow Adam. If this cat lady or any other magical person showed their sorry arses, he would be ordered to get her immediately. I failed Draco, but I swear on my magic. I won't fail you Adam…I won't fail you.

"Harry where are we going? I don't want to be late for class. " Emma asked as Harry led her down an empty hallway.

"This won't take too long Cub. There is someone I want you to meet." Harry said over his shoulder. She so loved his nickname for her. She knew it was some Animagus thing, but she didn't care. She felt protected and loved whenever he said it, and that was all that really mattered to her. Emma noticed that there were no portraits on the walls and found it odd. Harry finally stopped in front of a door halfway down the hall. He opened it and motioned her to go in. Emma cocked a brow, but went in all the same. It was an open room that was half the size of the Great Hall. It was empty except for a desk on the far wall. A lone person was sitting on the desk with their head bowed down and their legs swaying back and forth. From a distance it looked like Harry's mum. Emma turned to look at Harry.

"Harry I've met your mum before. I've had class with her yesterday you know."

"Are you sure that's my mum?" He asked with a grin. She looked back and the girl looked up. She could have sworn that it was her twin sister, if she had a twin sister. Did she have a twin sister? She was pretty sure that would be something she would have remembered. She had a brother out there that she was more than happy to forget, but a sister? That would just rock her socks. Emma's natural inquisitive nature kicked in and she started to walk over to the girl sitting on the desk. She continued swinging her legs back and forth as she waited for her to get closer.

"A-are y-you my sister?" Emma asked timidly as the girl hopped of the desk and smiled at her. She winked at Emma and when her eye opened back up it was a different color than the other one.

"Kind of…in a way." She giggled and then winked the other eye, to reveal another color. Then her hair changed to a bold purple and she grew two feet. When the transformation was complete she looked to be in her twenties. Emma's mouth just dropped to the floor. She extended her hand to Emma. She took it and felt an instant connection to Tonks.

"Wow!" Was all she managed to get out; it was the only thing that seemed to fit.

"Welcome to the Sisterhood Emma Walker," The more experienced Metamorphmagus said with a wink. Emma grinned broadly at that. A feeling of belonging swelled within her.

"Emma this is my Aunt Nympy, but if you value your life, call her Tonks."

"Huh?" Emma asked after she saw the woman shoot daggers with her eyes at Harry, who just blew her a kiss in response. Tonks rolled eyes and shook her head before addressing her.

"It's a long story sweetie, and I believe you need to get to class. If you want I can help you train up." Emma nodded her head eagerly. "I thought so…tell you what. Meet me here about four tonight and we'll see where you're at and where you need work. Oh, and one more thing. Because you're in the Sisterhood now, you'll never have to go back to that Orphanage again. In fact, if I know this cheeky git, he has already taken care of that."

"Really?" Emma asked as she looked back at Harry. He was smiling at her in a way that made her warm all over. Like things were finally going to go her way.

"You betcha! Now scoot, you're going to be late." Tonks said bringing Emma back down to earth.

"Bugger! I got only a minute to get to Potions and it's on the other side of the castle. Snape is gonna kill me."

"Is that all?" Harry asked.

"Harry what are you ta- Aaahhhh! Bugger me! Warn a girl before you do something like that Harry!" Emma shrieked at the panther that was looking at her. He had given her quite a fright, but still she couldn't help but smile at the majestic looking panther.

"Just hold on tight Emma, you're about to get the ride of your life." Tonks told her as she put the girls arm around the panther's neck. She looked back at Tonks unsure how that was supposed to help. Harry's aunt just waved at her before she sunk in to her own shadow. She was in complete darkness, and her entire body tingled. Then there was a flash of another part of the castle, as they leapt from one shadow to another. This happened several more times. Once they came out right behind Mr. Filch. She was sure that they were caught for sure, as he was turning around when his cat hissed at them. They disappeared right into the perpetually narked old codger's shadow. They finally came out right in front of Snape's classroom. Emma's hair looked like she was just come out of a tornado. She was bent over with her hands on her knees and breathing hard. She slowly turned her head to look at Harry.

"H-harry…that…was…" She said each work after a heavy breath. Then she jumped up in the air as she swung her fist to the heavens and cheered. "Totally Wicked!"

The doors to the classroom bursted open and Snape charged out into the hall. Harry shot to her and they once again sank into their shadow before Snape caught sight of them. She came out of a shadow in a dark corner of the classroom. She quickly took the empty seat next to Mark.

"Thanks for saving me a seat," She whispered to him after she kissed him on the cheek. He was blushing crimson red and she totally loved it. Snape closed the door to the classroom and made his way to his desk, rather irked that he didn't catch whoever made the disturbance in the hall. He stopped where Emma was sitting. He looked at her, then to the door, and back to her again. Emma looked up at him innocently. He appeared as if he was going to say something, but grumbled something under his breath and continued to his desk. Pursa and Gabby looked back at her and mouthed how at the same time. Emma mouthed later back to them. The both shrugged and turned back around. Emma snuck a glance back at the dark corner of the classroom where she came from. In the darkness she saw a green eye wink at her, before completely disappearing. She smiled to herself as she took stock of her morning so far. She met another of her kind, was promised to get training, was told she would never have to go back to that foul Orphanage again, took an ace ride across the castle, snaked past the beastly groundskeeper, kissed the boy she fancied, and royally narked off her tosser of a Potions Professor. Sometimes life was really good.

Daphne was sitting in front of a pile of open books in the library, all of which were on Ancient Runes. She had a free period today and planned to put it to good use. That distorted rune on the back of Emma's neck kept popping into her head. It seemed familiar and it was driving her crazy. She had drawn a picture of it for reference, but she was sure it had to be more intricate than that.

She was so engrossed in her endeavor that she didn't notice Crabbe and Goyle walking up behind her, or that the librarian was nowhere to be seen. She was currently locking up the library and casting Silencing Charms under Crabbe's Imperious Curse. Then she was instructed to take a very lengthy kip.

Vincent had finally gotten his wand back and he planned on putting it to good use. It was time for Greengrass to learn her place. He was using a spell to make him silent, but Daphne caught his scent anyway and reached for her wand. He grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed it down hard on the table three times. She dropped her wand as all she could see were stars. He pulled her to her feet and threw her to Goyle, who pulled her arms behind her back and bound then together with a charm. He then grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back to look at Vincent. Even dazed as she was, she still had a defiant look on her face. Crabbe pulled back his fist with the intent of knocking that annoying superior look off her face.

"Do it you impotent little wanker!" Daphne yelled in a vain attempt that someone would hear her.

"I'll show you impotent bitch!" He yelled back, secure in the knowledge that no one would come to her aid. He balled up his fist and drove it into her gut. Daphne's eyes felt as if they would leave their sockets, as all the air in her lungs was forced out of her body. Again her head was pulled back up as she tried to get air back into her lungs. "I'm not going to hurt that pretty little face of yours. Speaking of pretty, I've wanted to have a peek at these cute puppies for a long time," He said before he ripped open her blouse, to reveal a red laced bra that was standing between him and what he wanted.

"Take a good look Vincent. They're going to be the last ones you ever going to see." Daphne threatened in false bravado. She was scared, but she wasn't about to let them see it. They both laughed at her. She tried to break free, but Goyle held her in place.

"That bra looked expensive…looked." He said as he ripped it open and grinned at what laid beneath. Daphne ground her teeth as he gawked at her exposed breasts. "Huh? I always pictured them darker and pointer. Come to think of it, your nipples could do with a little color. What do you say Greg?" The git laughed out his approval. Daphne braced herself for what was about to come. Crabbe pinched her right nipple and twisted and pulled hard. It was all she could do not to cry out, which was what he wanted. She bore the pain just to deny him. A vain attempt to cling to some resemblance of control of the situation that she knew was lost.

"Damn! I didn't think it could stretch that far?" Crabbe gloated as he twisted it more when she didn't give him what he wanted to hear. Her pain intensified to the point she couldn't think straight. It wasn't until tears escaped her eyes that he let go. He would have preferred to hear her cry out for mercy, but it was still a victory. He couldn't remember a time that he ever saw her cry before.

"Girl's got some pain threshold Vincent."

"Just starting Gregory. She'll be singing her submission before you know it." He told his partner in crime as he admired his work. Daphne right nipple was swollen and growing darker by the second. "Look they don't match…can't have that." He laughed out as he repeated his previous action to her left one. Again Daphne fought to not cry out, and was starting to wonder if it was really worth it. After a minute that felt like an hour she let him have what he wanted.

"Now was that so hard? Look, they match again. Gregory why don't you have a feel, while I see if she's a true blond." Vincent taunted her. A pair of rough hands reached around and pulled her until her back was pressed firmly against his chest then proceeded to groped her. She fought against Crabbe attempt to remove her lower garments to no avail; she was nickerless in less than a minute.

"Yes! You owe me five galleons Goyle…true blond." He looked over her shoulder and between the valley of her breasts to see her golden lower locks and groaned. Daphne stopped fighting to get free. She now had herself a plan.

The moment her arms were bound it was pointless to turn into her Lynx form. She would prefer to handle this herself, but it had obviously progressed beyond that point. It was time to call for help. The advantage of being an Animagus, was that other of her kind could hear, due to their heightened sense of hearing, other of their kinds call. Even through Silencing Charms, because they were designed for only humans. With that in mind she made her play.

"Fine you win! Just get it over with so I can get on with my day."

"Finally wising up Greengrass, though I'm a little disappointed, I was hoping you would put up more of a fight."

"That twig's so tiny I probably won't feel a thing at all." She said in a huff as her legs parted.

"I'll show you little bitch." Crabbe growled as he shoved his wand into his back pocket and dropped his pants and boxers.

"You know, you really should have taken off my shoes Vinny." Thanks for the open target wanker.

"Why's that whore?"

"This." Daphne stomped her heals down on Goyle's toes, and slammed the back of her head into his nose. He let go of her and fell back with one hand on his bleeding nose and one on his tender foot, as he hopped on his good one. Balance was never his strong suit and gravity was a cruel Mistress. He ended up knocking the table over in the process. She took a half step back and then kicked Crabbe in his bits with all her might. He doubled over in pain holding his groin. She followed through with a kick to his throat. Crabbe fell backwards onto the floor. Daphne roared out for help and prayed one of her brethren heard it, while the two of them were down, she looked franticly for her wand.

The table she was working at now knocked over and the books were scattered all over the floor. She started kicking them in the hopes that her wand laid beneath one. Goyle started to get up, so she ran down a book aisle to hide.

"There's nowhere to go whore! The door's locked. You're going to get it twice as bad now!" He yelled out. He rolled Crabbe over and saw that his face was blue. Daphne's kick had crushed his throat. Gregory healed his throat and Vincent breathed in air, and then started to cough uncontrollably. He waved Goyle to go look for Daphne as he relearned to breathe.

Daphne was hopping from aisle to aisle in an attempt to keep one foot ahead them. Crabbe soon joined in the hunt. For another few minutes she managed to evade her would-be-rapists, but she soon ran out of places to hide, and started to panic. She forced herself to breathe slowly to stay calm.

She was halfway down one of the aisles when Goyle appeared at the end of it. She quickly turned around to run only to see Crabbe at the other. He wasn't walking too fast because of her previous kick to the bits. With that in mind she charged the big dumb one, screaming like a wild woman with her arms bound behind her back. Five feet before she reached him she dove on the ground and rolled up. Using her momentum she delivered double heel kick between his legs. Goyle's feet left the floor for a few seconds and when he came down his legs couldn't support his weight. Daphne was already cocking back for another go, when she saw he was collapsing on her. She aimed for his chest but connected with his jaw instead and prayed that cracking sound was his jaw and not his neck. Either way his eyes rolled up, and his dead weight crushed her under him. She franticly tried to get him off of her as the other one advanced on her..

Crabbe pulled her out from under him by her hair. He threw her face first against a bookshelf and punched her three timed in the kidneys hard. Daphne's legs buckled as her body succumbed to the pain and she fell to the floor. He then dragged her back into the open area by her hair, with Daphne kicking and screaming all the way. He pulled the table back upright, and with victorious glee bent her over it.

"Just for all the trouble you've given me. I'm going to drive it up your arse first bitch. Then you're going to clean it with your mouth, and then I'll plug you again." He threatened.

"And they say romance is dead." Daphne gave her last defiant jab before Crabbe stripped her of her dignity. She then heard a growl that wasn't her own. She looked up to see a jaguar leap on the other end of the table with fur that looked to be quicksilver. Its vibrant brown eyes seemed to pulsate with power. A low snarl started to build in its mouth as its fur started to crackle with static electricity. Crabbe backed up with a look of pure horror on his face and shaking pulled his wand out. The pulsating in the beast's eyes increased rapidly until it remained white. Daphne couldn't look away from the legendary creature.

"Avada Ked-" Crabbe started, only to be cut short as a lightning bolt shot out of the jaguar's mouth and hit him square in the chest. He was thrown across the room until he crashed into a bookshelf. Several books could be seen on fire through a gaping hole, the size of a Quaffle, in his chest.

The jaguar changed back and a red-headed girl collapsed on the table. She was breathing heavily, and Daphne remembered how much the first full transformation takes out of you. After a few minutes, Ginny Weasley looked up at Daphne.

"Hi, how ya doing?" Ginny managed to get out.

"Oh, the usual mostly naked, bound, and bent over a table…and you?"

"Mastered my Jaguar form and shot lightning out my mouth. So by Hogwarts' standards, I guess that makes it a Tuesday."

"Actually I think it's Wednesday,"

"Whatever, I'm too knackered to argue about it."

"Well before you take a kip, could you unbind me? I'm kind of starkers over here."

By the time Harry got there Daphne was unbound and wrapped in Ginny's robe with a blank expression on her face. Ginny was trying to mend the clothes that were ripped off of the girl's body.

"Sorry Daphne I'm pants at this." Ginny grunted out in frustration.

"To tell you the truth, I would rather burn them than ever wear them again."

Harry took in the scene, pointed to what was left of Crabbe and asked how. Ginny timidly raised her hand and gave a weak smile.

"Again how?" He asked with a look of complete confusion on his face.

"He doesn't know?" Daphne asked her.

"I was gonna, just a few things happened here and there." Ginny answered in a hushed voice.

"Then he doesn't know you're…"

"Could you…shut up?"

"Hey I'm standing right here! Now could someone please tell me what the hell just happened here?" Harry asked interrupting their private little pow-wow. Both girls looked at him innocently. Oh Hell! This isn't going to be good.

"Sweety…I'm a Tempest Jaguar," Ginny said in the sweetest voice she could muster.

"You're shitting me?"

"Huh?"

"It's a Muggle saying…you get use to it after awhile," Ginny answered Daphne.

"Actually, that was Muggle and Yank, but that's beside the point. Okay, you can explain later, now what about that one over there?" Harry gestured to the leg sticking out of the end of an aisle. This time Daphne raised her hand, looking as sheepish as Ginny had earlier. Harry ran his hands through his hair and started to pace, as he cycled through all the possible scenario's and outcomes. Fuck it!

"Duncan," Harry called his house elf.

"Yes Master Harry," Answered the regal elf. Daphne was surprised by his manner of speaking, as well as the clothes he was wearing. He looked over at the two girls and bowed to them. "It's good to see you again Mistress Ginny." That surprised Daphne even more.

"Duncan I need you to take them to my trunk, then rally all the elves at Potter Manor. We need to clean house like yesterday." Duncan nodded and walked over to the two girls. Both of which jumped to their feet and started protesting robustly.

"SHUT IT!" Harry yelled and cut them off. Both stopped immediately, more out of shock than anything else. Before they could start again Duncan popped them away.