Irredeemable / Harry Potter

Chapter 1

Mirabella thought it would be really hard for her to adjust once she was out of Azkaban, and will choose to stay inside that cell for as long as her body can last, but the gentle cold whipping of the air against her skin, send a chilling rush inside her. Awaking every sleeping blood cell, and bombarding her with adrenaline.

The sight of the different colors outside overwhelmed her to the point that she feels like puking from the anticipation. All those nine years that she had known darkness, the slight warmth coming from the rising sun suddenly greeted her like a friend that missed her so much.

Albus watches the girl raise her head and close her eyes, spreading her arms like a bird finally out of her cage. Her long black hair flowing smoothly against the wind like the calm water of the sea. The small smile on her lips was so innocent, the man could never imagine what the girl had gone through all those nine years she was imprisoned in Azkaban. She looks like a little kid who loves playing. Only her bare feet and tattered clothes showed how much struggle the girl went through.

Though the sight didn't last long. The moment Millie caught sight of a Dementor hovering a few feet above her, her eyes darkened. Her fists clenching tightly, along with her gritting teeth. Her body was shaking so much out of anger, the looks in her eyes are enough to make someone piss in their pants. Even Dumbledore himself was frozen on his spot the moment Millie wave his hand in the air as if she's swatting something away.

The moment her hand grabs something invisible, Dumbledore looks up, just to see a Dementor struggling to move. With one closing motion of Millie's hand, as if she was pulverizing something inside it, the Dementor explodes in a heap of dust.

It was short, but that short time that she had done it, Dumbledore finally realizes why Voldemort wants her on his side so much after all what he'd done to her. Mirabella Riddle was not only his daughter by blood and flesh... She is the perfect weapon he delicately carves through suffering.

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Mirabella stretches her arms after she apparated with Dumbledore in a dark street. The man eyed her with amusement after she yawns, not even acting dizzy or wobbly from her first time of it. She even let out a content sigh, as if she had been wanting to do an apparation all this time.

"Are we supposed to be apparating in a place like this in such time? People might see us."

Even her voice was calm, her eyes roaming around, checking if a muggle is around. This action brings a smile to Dumbledore's lips. Thinking that Mirabella wasn't just an amusing girl. She's smart and logical. Acting with calmness, that even some of the adults that the man knows, can't act on.

"You're right, Ms. Ri-"

"Call me Mirabella or Millie. That was a nickname my mother gave me. Just not with that devil's name."

The resentment and hatred were visible in her tone. The man sighed at this. It was clear that the girl was rebellious even though she's still acting rationally, but this attitude of her just always reminds Dumbledore of the girl's father. The boy he was once sure that will be a great wizard after graduating from Hogwarts, and also the boy that had caused so much destruction in the Wizarding World.

The 12 Grimmauld place was still dark, even though the sun is finally rising. It was peaceful and silent because all of the neighbors are still sleeping. But they can't be laid back too much. It might become the cause of their fall.

None of them said anything at all after that. They just watch how a battered door emerged out of nowhere between numbers eleven and thirteen, followed swiftly by dirty walls and grimy windows. Millie watches in amusement as she notices that none of the neighbors that live next to the walls that just pop out of nowhere, had been disturbed from their sleep. It looks like, none of them even felt the slight shaking that the ground was making as the new building emerges.

Millie follows Dumbledore into the worn stone steps of the building, and inside it. She watches the man close the door behind them, darkness engulfing the moment they stepped inside. She could smell damp, dust, and a sweetish, rotting smell; the place had the feeling of a derelict building. She felt Dumbledore tap her head with his wand, a hot trickling sensation spreading all over her, and she quickly knew it was the Disillusionment being lifted.

Millie heard a soft hissing noise and then old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls, casting flickering insubstantial light over the peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet of a long, gloomy hallway, where cobwebby chandelier glimmered overhead and age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls. Both the chandelier and candelabra on a rickety table nearby were shaped like serpents.

She doesn't know who owns the house, but Millie has a strong feeling that the house was owned by a pureblood family. She followed Dumbledore forward, quietly. Though it was a bit hard since the light they have was faint. It wasn't impossible for Millie to bump into something that creates a loud clanging sound. Breaking the silence that once was covering the whole place.

And if she wasn't used to the feeling of being surprised by the Dementors and dreading feeling following their every appearance, Millie would've shouted when a horrible, ear-splitting, blood-curdling screech drowned everything. She followed where the scream was coming and came face to face with moth-eaten velvet curtains that had flown apart, but there was no door behind them. For a split second, Millie thought she was looking through a window, a window behind which an old woman in a black cap was screaming and screaming as though she were being tortured - then she realized it was simply a life-size portrait, but the most realistic, and the most unpleasant, she had ever seen in her life. Well, not as unpleasant as the Dementors.

The old woman was drooling, her eyes were rolling, the yellowing skin of her face stretched taut as she screamed; and all along the hall behind them, other portraits awoke and began to yell too. Millie was sure that everyone who was sleeping somewhere in the house, would've been woken up, mercilessly.

Finally had enough of the screams, she lifts her hands, planning to break the portrait, but hurried steps filled the place aside from the screaming. The first one to arrive where Dumbledore and Millie were, are coming from on the far left of the corridor. It was a woman and man, which Millie can't recognize the faces. How could she though? She was in Azkaban for nine years.

Millie watched the two adults as they try to pull the curtains of the portrait close, but as they did so, the screeching of the woman just got louder. More hurried steps followed, and before Millie can look around, a man with long black hair came charging out of the door from the room at the end of the corridor.

"SHUT UP, YOU HORRIBLE OLD HAG! SHUT UP!" The man screamed. Though it didn't work at all. The woman's screaming got worse.

"YOU! Blood traitor, abomination, the shame of my flesh!!!"

Another sound of hurried steps came, and upon hearing this, Millie turn around. The light finally came into the house and she's finally seeing everything. That's when she only notices the group of teenagers gathering around the steps of the stairs, wearing their pajamas, as they watch what's going on.

The man with the black hair, keep shouting at the old woman's portrait, but it won't listen. Finally tired of the noise, Millie sneaks behind the three adults and face the portrait herself.

"YOU ALL DISGRACE–"

The noise died down in an instant when the portrait gets a sight of Millie's face. The woman's eyes that were filled with anger and resentment, shift into a look of admiration and familiarity. As if she was waiting for Millie all this time.

"I'm so glad to see you–"

"Shut up."

Millie's voice was calm and silent, almost inaudible, but it was enough to silence the woman. The woman only made a small courtesy in front of Millie before the curtains close themselves.

Upon the sight of this, everyone finally acknowledged her presence. The attention shifting from the portrait to her, and this was not a good thing on Millie's side. She knew she was exaggerating, but she felt like the Dementors are the ones staring at her. Eyeing her every move as if she was a criminal on loss. She hated the Dementor's stares, all it was boil her blood and make her do things a child can't possibly do. It's turning her into more like his father's attitude... And she loathed the fact.

"Dumbledore... Their stares are getting into me..." She mumbled darkly under her voice, gritting her teeth when no one dared to look away.

Dumbledore finally sensed her irritation and quickly clears his throat.

"Sirius, Arthur, Molly. Gather the other members. I want to hold a quick meeting. We'll be waiting."

Millie recognizes a face from the crowds of teenagers. She can't help the small grin that curls up on her lips upon the sight of him. It was the first time that she sees the boy, but staring at his bright green orbs, she somewhat sees her own father's defeated face. That brought a large smirk on her face.

That small action brought an unusual feeling to everyone, which was not her intention. But the chill that was surrounding her was so heavy that the others felt like gravity was pulling them down.

Finally letting go of her stares, Millie silently follows Dumbledore into the room at the far end of the corridor. Walking past the adults that stare at her. But before she can even walk into the room and close the door behind her, a man's voice called her.

"You're finally out of Azkaban, I see." Millie grins once again and turns around to look back at the man she met back in Azkaban. The man she shared the feeling of being imprisoned while being guarded by Dementors.

"And you're not a dog anymore." The man grins knowingly at her, which she returned with a smile, before finally closing the doors behind her.

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Dumbledore and Millie didn't wait that long. It was as if only seconds had passed by when the other members of the Order of the Phoenix that Dumbledore told her, came barging inside the room. They all look frantic and panicking, but they settled down when they see that Dumbledore was fine. Of course, that's before they notice that Millie was also inside the room.

Not wanting to make any quick assumption, they all settled down into chairs around the long table, and look at Dumbledore. Most of them glancing at Millie, who was sitting in the far end corner of the room. Playing with the knife she had seen on the table when she came in. This scene makes everyone nervous. It was as if, they were looking at a person who has a killing intent.

Millie curiously looks around to see everyone's faces and maybe memorize them, knowing to herself that she's not good when it comes to interacting with people. Being imprisoned in Azkaban for nine years does you that.

There were a lot of new faces, and it was a bit overwhelming to be surrounded by a lot of people she never knew. She recognizes the face of the man and woman that tried to close the curtain of the shrieking woman's portrait.

Around the room were more unknown people to Millie. A man with light brown hair flecked with gray, which makes him look old was sitting at the end of the table, facing Dumbledore directly. A man with a somewhat prosthetic eye, which looks like it can see even the back of the man's head, was sitting near Dumbledore's right. He was holding a cane and was looking intimidating. Well, not in Millie's case.

The remaining members were scattered around the room. All of them anxiously waiting for Dumbledore to speak up and explain, why was a child sitting inside with them.

"Is she the one you were talking about, Dumbledore? The weakness of You-Know-Who?"

It was the man with the prosthetic eye, that speak up first. He looks between Dumbledore and Millie, with a distinct look of doubt.

"She can't be. She looks so young."

"Molly's right. She looks around the same age as the kids." The couple followed.

The woman was holding tightly at the man's arm, and looking at Millie with pity. Millie frowned upon this. If there's one thing that she hates aside from her father, the Dementors, and stares, she hates the people that look down at her the most. Judging her capabilities just because she's young.

"I won't judge her so easily if I were you."

Everyone looks at the man that barges into the room without even knocking. He looks the same with his black hair, and black eyes, though less the tired and scrawny body that Millie got used to seeing back in Azkaban.

"What do you mean, Sirius? Do you know her?"

"I do well, Remus."

Millie watches Sirius take a seat beside the man with light brown hair. He let out a sigh, before grinning at her.

"How wouldn't I know her? She was six years old when she came to Azkaban and spent her nine years there with me."

Even with enthusiasm, Millie knew that under the man's tone was the underlying resentment and hatred of everyone that judges him and got him thrown in Azkaban just like her.

But that wasn't the point... The moment he had revealed that the room was filled with gasps and shock expressions. Followed by the noisy groans of complaints.

"She was in Azkaban?! And you want her to join the Order?! I think you're taking things rather quickly Dumbledore!"

Of course, Millie knew already that no one would accept her that fast. Dumbledore even warned her about it, but she wasn't able to stop herself from getting annoyed.

"Are they this annoying all the time?" Millie asked Dumbledore, who only shakes his head before lifting his hand to silence everyone.

"Mirabella was throw in Azkaban for a crime she never committed. Just like Sirius Black." Dumbledore calmly explained, obviously not wanting any more complaints from the others.

"What was the crime they suspected her of doing so?"

"Killing my mother, which I honestly didn't do." More gasps filled the room when Millie answered the question that was for Dumbledore, without even flinching or making any uncomfortable expressions regarding the fact that it was her mother she was talking about.

"Let me make things clear first because I'm getting confused." The girl with the bright bubble gum pink hair, raise her hand, acting as though she was reciting in a class, even though she already speak up.

"What is it, Tonks?" Dumbledore addresses her calmly.

"I'm not judging her or anything, but what does she have to do with You-Know-Who?"

Millie grin at the question. She's been irking to tell everyone that Voldemort was his father, not because she was proud to inform everyone about that fact and that she acknowledges that fact, but because she loves seeing their expression. Especially, the horror ones.

"Then how about I introduce myself properly..." Millie didn't ask for Dumbledore's permission to do what she was about to do. She only stood up from her seat and walk towards the table. Standing right in front of everyone, in Dumbledore's left.

"My name is Mirabella Riddle..."

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