Chapter 3

Drusilla looked over her kitten, how much longer would he sleep? She wondered as she returned her attention back toward setting tea. It was much too late or early for humans but that was a mere technicality. She started to sing to silent Miss Edith who sat on a chair, propped up by books. She hummed at first before smiling and seeing how many words she would rhyme with her rhythm.

“Tea, crackers, jam, and bread. Voldemort wants kitten dead but kitten now must be fed so, up, up Kitten! Get out of bed!” She smiled half serious, half-amused. She frowned. Why did she have to help Harry Potter? Why him? She frowned while working her way around the table and setting dishes and humming not bothering to pay attention to her singing.

“Stop calling me Kitten.” Harry’s hoarse voice snapped. Drusilla turned around and smiled. Harry looked at the room but kept his attention in Drusilla’s direction. “Where’s my wand?” Harry demanded.

“Eat first.” Drusilla commanded in a very familiar kind of tone. Vaguely, Harry noted her she sounded similar to McGonagall. Harry sighed; it didn’t look like he was in danger, yet at least. He should try and eat or feign it.

He was starving but what if the food was laced? He would see what she ate then try it. He still wondered what happened to his wand. He only hoped that she didn’t leave it behind when she took him.

He shuddered suddenly; he remembered her face. Now he really wished that he held his wand more securely. Drusilla grabbed his chin and pulled it up so he met her eyes. Why was he suddenly calmer? Of course there was no- “Stop it!” He growled.

“You don’t trust me.” Drusilla stated her voice calm, “You don’t have be worried, Harry.”

“Why not?” He snapped pulling away and grabbing the nearest item, a lamp.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Drusilla’s eyes twinkled. “unless you want me to.” She grinned wide, normal, white human teeth.

“No, thanks. Why did you try to uh hypnotize me?” He scooted back. His stomach then grumbled, rather loudly.

“To calm you, kitten. No worries.” She smiled again. “Eat,” Her voice was oddly eerie, Harry realized. He half-imagined her to just disappear. She moved quicker than he expected and he was glad for being a seeker. He moved out of the way but she turned and picked him up. Harry let down the lamp. She didn’t flinch, not stopping to place him on a chair and sitting across from him.

Harry colored. She smiled at him and hummed. Harry looked around and saw no magical items; everything was electricity. Was he in a hotel room? “You’re not a muggle but you’re not a witch. What are you?” He growled trying to find a way out.

“Muggle?” She questioned. “Muggle, muggle, muggle, where have I heard that before?” She muttered to herself. She closed her eyes. Nothing, she could recall several things, old things with such clarity but “Why can’t I remember?” She hissed in half-anger. Why was this bothering her? She looked at Harry. Her mind bent, “EAT!” She screeched. Harry flinched.

He looked at the table; only his plate was lined with food. All of them had teacups but his seemed to be the only one filled with tea. He hesitated but Drusilla was not looking at him, her eyes were glazed and she seemed to be somewhere else. He picked up a bit of food and placed it in his mouth.

She didn’t look at him. Harry chewed for a few minutes until his food had become more liquid than solid. He looked disgusted but swallowed not seeing any other way to get rid of it. It hadn’t done anything

He ate slowly, waiting for any side effects. The food tasted wonderful for him but he still was weary. “Harry,” He looked up and noted with confusion that she seemed so different than a few minutes before. “I’ll take you home. Any nasty men that try to harm you will not surprise me.” She looked at him, eyes slightly glazed. “Don’t always believe what you see.” She warned.

Harry looked hesitant until she moved towards him and dropped his wand next to his plate. “I’ll protect you kitten.” She informed him. She pulled open the blinds and no light came in except the street lamps.

“Dawn,” she hissed, “is far way, but so is your home.” She looked unfazed by this. “Follow me,” She didn’t bother grabbing him and Harry sighed wishing he knew what was going on.

Drusilla ignored the boy. Why was she sent here? She couldn’t feel disturbed; no she was more bothered than anything. Where had she heard muggle before? You’re such a muggle Drusilla! Who had said that? It was a long time ago: before the visions started, before Drusilla was killed. All she could remember were those eyes.

She heard the boy following her so she didn’t bother to keep track of him. She looked through her haze of memories. Angelus, Daddy, William, Spike, Grandmummy Darla, Daddy…Slayers. Demons. This didn’t matter. This wasn’t about demons. Mum, Dad, little Emil, Father Stevens… Why couldn’t she remember her life?

Drusilla walked, letting her mind sift through nearly a century of memories. She didn’t know how long it took her to realize that they had arrived but she saw Harry was now looking exhausted and weary? She looked at him and noted the huge man at the door, he was yelling something but she didn’t hear it till now. “--EAK GET OUT OF HERE!”

Drusilla grinned. “Mr. Dursley,” He looked at her ready to yell, “Leave him alone.” Her face shifted and the man screamed. She pushed him inside and motioned for Harry to come in.

Harry entered ready to defend his family, even if they did hate him. Drusilla did not look like she was going to harm them or else why would she invite him if she was? He realized that she hadn’t told him her name and wondered vaguely what this meant. Yelling: “Hey you!” wouldn’t be the soundest of ideas.

“What are you?” Vernon Dursley whimpered out in fear. Drusilla smiled again.



It was four in the morning when the door was broken down and Albus Dumbledore entered the house. He heard screaming and he had rushed as soon as the alarms indicated Harry had returned. Albus Dumbledore had been frantic since Harry Potter had vanished and in his wake a group of unconscious and stunned Death Eaters were all that was left.
There was no magical trace of the person who had taken him or if anyone had taken him at all but Harry Potter had just vanished without a trace.

He drew his wand and stopped. Harry was looking uncertain standing in the living area and aimed his wand on him in shock but lowered noting who he was. “Harry where are your relatives?” He asked wondering why the boy was just standing there.

“In the kitchen, sir but I’m not supposed to go in.” He said looking a bit nervous. “She said she wasn’t hurting them but I can’t really say sir. They’ve screamed a bit but I think she’s just scaring them. I don’t really know what to do sir. I looked inside and they really aren’t hurt. It hasn’t been that long since I got here and she scared Hedwig away so I couldn’t owl you.”

“It’s alright, my boy but who is ‘she’?” Dumbledore did not wait for response before bursting in; what he spotted was both bothersome and amusing. Vernon and Petunia Dursley were cowering while tied together near, or more in, the back door. A butcher knife embedded too high to harm them even standing but it was clear that it was intended for them.

It appeared that they could not exit together; they were stuck half-in and out of the doorway. Their son was trembling near a woman in a dress that reminded him of his youth. “Stop it this instant,” He commanded. How dare this woman attack these muggles. They weren’t harmless but he still about to let a witch do this. The woman turned toward him and he nearly dropped his wand.

“Impossible.” He breathed. How was it possible? She looked just as lovely but how?
“Drusilla…”

Drusilla turned and looked at the elderly man. Who was he? She caught his gaze and paused. Those eyes… “Albus?”

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I'm not certain how old Drusilla is and I several Internet sources state Dumbledore was at least born in the 1840’s, I wish I knew when he was born. How accurate is this? Drusilla appears to have lived in 1800s. If she lived earlier or him later, I’ll play with the timeline a bit but not much. I know Spike’s a Victorian but that was long era and Drusilla might be one as well.

Drusilla is a bit saner in this chapter. If it’s much too different, I’ll try to change it a bit. I know this a bit confusing but things will get clearer. Ah yes, Drusilla is still clairvoyant.