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Title: Harry Potter and the Unbreakable Link (5/20)

Author: Silvestria

E-mail: [email protected]

Category: Mystery

Keywords: Hermione Estella Harry Voldemort Aphrados

Rating: PG

Spoilers: All books

Summary: Harry loses his invisibilty cloak in a mysterious manner before his seventh year starts. Dumbledore has a past, Hermione has a dangerous secret and Voldemort is looking for someone (not Harry). Slight H/H. Rated PG. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter 5- The Search Begins

Hermione was eager to get to the library and after lessons had finished for the morning, she set off for the above place.

She knew roughly what type of book she wanted, and she only had to find the right chapter in it. Eventually she found it in a thick volume called, Magical Bonds in Detail.

She did not read the chapters entitled 'Wand Twinning' and 'The Power of Love', but stopped at a chapter called, 'The Unbreakable Link.' She closed her eyes a second, then muttered, "All or nothing, I suppose. Oh, well. Here I go."

She read on,

'The Unbreakable Link is some of the oldest magic that exists. In fact, it is sometimes called, 'The Old Magic'. It is very uncommon and is only found once or twice a century.

'The Unbreakable Link has sometimes been called telepathy, but this is incorrect. It goes much deeper than telepathy. It is the ability for two people, who 'have the Link' to communicate in their minds at any distance and in any condition. It is called unbreakable because once the two people have mastered their art, nothing less than death can destroy it.

'It is usual for people who have the Link to be of different gender, but cases have been known where they have not. There have been no examples, however, of any non-pureblood witches or wizards having the Link, but it is probably possible. (See end of chapter for list of all those with the Link).

'In a few cases so far, only three in fact, is was possible for the couple to be able to pass objects between them. This is very rare though.

'The Link does not properly appear until the couple are both of age, though it may show up a little just before this and the communication lines could be very unclear.

'In some cases people with the link have fallen in love and in only one known case, have had a child. This child was Godric Gryffindor.

'If a child is born to a couple with the Link then, while the wand power of their parents is increased if the spell is said at the same time, then the child can do magic without a wand at all, as well as being able to read anybody's mind and resist death. Godric Gryffindor was 'killed' no less than six times, mainly by his cousin Salazaar Slytherin, who hated him.'

Hermione stopped reading, "Slytherin was Gryffindor's cousin? That means that Gryffindor must have had both good and bad blood in his veins. Good and evil combined. How strange!"

Next she came upon a list of all the people in history who had had the Link. There were only about twenty pairs. As she skimmed down the list, her eye caught the following entry, right at the bottom:-

Hermione stopped abruptly, "Dumbledore!! No wonder he was the only person Voldemort was scared of. After all, if the linked couple say the same spell at the same moment then the power of the curse is, say, tripled. For all his efforts at immortality, Voldemort would be instantly killed by Dumbledore and this Professor Thompson. She sounds like a teacher. But- oh! She's dead. She was only thirty. Poor thing. Poor Dumbledore. But with a name like Aïda...!"

Here, her reflections were interrupted by the bell.

Meanwhile in the Great Hall Harry and Ron were finishing lunch. They had been joined by Ginny Weasley and her friend Pippa.

Harry was just eating his sausage roll, when he suddenly remembered something. His dream! Voldemort had a daughter and she was here at Hogwarts.

He jumped up, almost knocking his chair over, "Hey, Ron, come on!"

"Where?" said Ron.

"Somewhere!" said Harry, grabbing Ron's arm. He didn't want to talk about his dream with Ginny and Pippa. He tried to drag Ron away from the table.

"Where the hell are you going, Harry?" he hissed, in a bad mood.

"Dumbledore, it's urgent!" Harry hissed back.

"Oh." Ron allowed himself to be dragged reluctantly away from his sausage roll, chips and baked beans and two astonished girls.

They raced up to Dumbledore's office, Ron still in a state of shock. When they reached the stone gargoyle, however, he asked, "Whatever is going on here?"

"A dream I had, about Voldemort. I forgot it before."

Ron stared at him. Harry, however, said the password to the gargoyle, 'Chocolate Frogs'. Hermione, who was head-girl, had told him.

They climbed onto the moving staircase, Ron opening and shutting his mouth like a fish, his brain obviously still with his lunch. As they reached the top, they heard a voice, a raised voice which belonged to Harry's godfather, Sirius. Having been aquitted of his previous charges when Peter Pettigrew was proved to be alive, he had replaced Hagrid as their Care of Magical Creatures teacher when Hagrid and Madame Maxime had left to go in pursuit of the giants.

Harry and Ron hesitated outside Dumbledore's door.

"I can't understand it, Professor! Why won't you tell me her name! She'll be a fellow teacher, for goodness sake! Minerva knows! Why not me?"

Dumbledore did not reply, but merely opened the door disclosing two guilty eavesdroppers.

"We didn't mean to listen," Harry interposed, before greeting Sirius.

"You wanted to tell me something, Harry?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, it's about a dream I had."

"Oh, yes, I've been thinking-" Dumbledore replied, but Harry interrupted, "Not that one. I had another one."

"Indeed?" Dumbledore and Sirius looked interested and Ron confused.

"It was about Voldemort." Dumbledore looked more alert.

"It was like a flashback. My parents were alive and I was about one year old. Voldemort thought you were their secret keeper and couldn't attack them because he was afraid of you. Then he said he would have to resort to plan B, or something. He then summoned someone he called 'My Lady'. She was a Death Eater and was carrying a baby."

Sirius muttered something, but Harry continued, "The baby was Voldemort and this woman's daughter."

Dumbledore suddenly stood up and said, "What was the woman's name?"

"Estella Green, I think," Harry said, trying to remember.

Dumbledore sat down again, looking thoughtful, "So, Estella Green. Interesting."

The other three looked at him curiously.

"Estella Green was a pupil here many years ago. She was in Slytherin, a few years below Tom Riddle, or Voldemort. Whereas Riddle always paraded his brilliance, she never did. Hardly anyone remembers Estella, I imagine. She was very intelligent. One of the most clever female students ever to come to Hogwarts. She hardly ever got less than 100% in anything. But she didn't have many friends. She kept to herself a lot and never told anyone about her good grades. I have always wondered what happened to her. Of course she would have been a rival for Voldemort, if she hadn't joined his side. Well, Harry, what part in this plan of Voldemort's does his daughter play?"

Harry explained, "Voldemort was going to change her appearance. I can't remember the spell-"

"Transmorphio," said Dumbledore quietly, "Estella excelled in that."

"Yeah, that one. Anyway, she was going to be adopted and brought up by muggles. Then, because she's about my age, she'll be sent to Hogwarts and no-one would know that she was Voldemort's daughter. Through her Voldemort could get to me, and through me, my parents."

"I see. But even though we wouldn't recognise her, she wouldn't know she was his daughter either."

"That was what Estella thought. He replied that she would still have the brain and character of his daughter."

"Indeed."

"So who is she?" asked Sirius, speaking for the first time.

"I don't know," replied Dumbledore, "but we must find out. So far we know that she is roughly Harry's age and she doesn't look like Voldemort. She thinks she is muggle-born. For less concrete facts, I think I can safely say that she will be very intelligent indeed."

Harry suddenly remembered something, "Voldemort mentioned a prophecy, that the son of light and the daughter of dark would together defeat the light, but Estella remembered it differently. She said they would defeat either the light or the dark."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, "Trelawney's first real prediction. Estella was the one who remembered it right, though. This may throw us some luck. Do you understand, Harry?"

Harry shook his head.

"Well, look at this prediction carefully. What it's saying is that the daughter of dark, who Voldemort, I agree with him here, is his daughter- Does she have a name Voldemort gave her, by the way?"

"Elvira, I think."

"Right. -That Elvira and the son of light, who is you, Harry-"

"Me!?" Harry cried, astonished.

"You, Harry. You're a descendent of Godric Gryffindor. I'm not going into details now, but you are. The prophecy reads that Elvira and Harry will join forces, and will join Voldemort, or defeat him for the last time."

"I'm not joining Voldemort!" cried Harry.

"Excellent, I didn't think you would. That means that Elvira will in all probability join and help us. Either, you see, she's a very good actress and is now communicating with Voldemort as a spy and I haven't noticed, or she has no idea who she is. This could be very lucky. We could have a very intelligent, powerful, cunning and ruthless young witch on our side! Still, first we must find her, and that's not going to be easy..."

"What do you mean you don't know who she is?"

Wormtail cowered silently.

"You've been looking for her since I came to power again and you tell me you still don't know her name. Wormtail, how many mudbloods are there in the sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts? How many? Do you even know that?"

"Yes, my Lord," he took a piece of parchment out of his pocket, "there are five muggle born girls in the seventh year and three-"

"I don't want to know the figers, idiot!" interrupted Voldemort.

"But surely, my Lord, you know who she is? She is your daughter!" continued Pettigrew.

"Use your brain, Wormtail. If I knew who she was, I wouldn't be wasting my time doing this, would I?"

"No my Lord."

"The only person who knows who the dratted girl is, is Estella Green, but I haven't seen either her, or my daughter since I told Estella to take the child and take her to be brought up with muggles. In fact, once you have found Elvira, you can find her mother. The girl is the most pressing thing at the moment. We have only until July to get Harry Potter, then he leaves school and is separated from my daughter."

"What shall I do, my Lord?"

"Go and interview the parents of those twenty-two girls."

"In-interview them?"

"What did I just say? Go and see them. I don't care how you get them to talk, just make them tell you about their daughter. What she looks like, what her character is, her date of birth, where she was born, her name, what her parents remember of the birth... that sort of thing. Bring me the results back here in two weeks time."

"Yes, my Lord," Wormtail replied and turned to leave, "What do I do if they don't want to talk?"

"Make them talk," Voldemort replied ominously as Wormtail left the room.

The search was well and truly on.

This chapter has now ended.