Disclaimer: I only own Asta and her story. I do not own any characters, Events or scenes that happen in J.K Rowling's novels (Or the Harry Potter Movies, that is the property of J.K Rowling.
Not My Story to tell.
Ugh. "Can you please shut the window Jamie?" I shouted over the roar of the wind filling the carriage. "It's flicking my hair in my face!"
"It's too hot! Can't you put your hair up?"
"No! My Hair tie snapped, or I would have already!" I replied irritably.
"Well use this then." Jamie flicked a rubber band at my face
"OW! Do you know how much these tangle in hair like mine?" I pinched a few strands of my long brown hair and held it up at him and he just looked at me blankly as if to say 'I don't care'. I turned my head so fast towards the front that my hair whipped him in the face. "OW! Watch it punk!" giggling I pulled my hair into a pony tail that left my hair sitting below my shoulder blade.
It was the first of September and I was heading into my 4th year at Hogwarts. Jamie has been my best mate since I went to Muggle School with him; you see I was adopted by a witch and wizard that lived near him. I call my adopted parents Mum and Dad, and my real parents Petunia and Sirius. Yep you guessed it; the Wizard hating Muggle, Petunia Dursley had an affair… With the world known wizard killer Sirius Black! (That's before he was a killer anyway). I don't know much about their story. All I know is that they had an affair, along came little Asta. Dear petunia couldn't bear to have any chance of having a wizard child and gave me up for adoption, without telling my dearest Father… Or anyone for that matter and off I went to get adopted, by dear Margie and Arthur Muck. Later on they found out that I was related to Lily Potter and so on, 3 years later I had a baby cousin. Asta and Harry, we were like two peas and a pod. One day Aunt Lily found out who my father was, I have no idea how, but she was going to tell him and I was going to live with him!
But she died that night…
"Asta.. Asta.. ASTA!" Jamie thumped me in the arm. "You need to stop day dreaming so much Asta! Look, it's the first years, one fell in the lake!" Jamie laughed. I looked out across the lake and a sudden feeling of warmth spread over me.. "You know what? I think this is going to be a good year this year."
Jamie and I sat down at the Hufflepuff table watching the first years being sought into their houses, cheering the loudest when there were new Hufflepuffs. We had four new kids when I heard a name that hade my heart skip a beat; Harry Potter. My head shot up as I heard my cousins name, a scrawny little boy with messy Black hair and piercing green eyes stood up and headed towards the sorting hat. Jamie nudged me in the side with his elbow and whispered in my ear "Astie, That's him!"
"Shh, Shh! I know Jamie, He looks so scared.. I just wanna go hug him!" I felt a strong urge to go up and hug him.
"GRYFFINDOOR!" The Sorting Hat roared.
"Damn it Astie, He's not with us!"
"Shh, He's going to the table."
"Asta.. Do you think I could get his autograph?"
"Shh"
"You look like a stalker"
"You're the one who wants his autograph." I snapped back.
"You're watching him like a hawk!"
"I haven't seen him in 11 years!"
"You're not his mum."
"I'm his cousin though… I should go talk to him."
"No!" Jamie tugged on my robe "He has just been sorted, Give him a few days to get used to being here before you go all 'Crazy-Stalker-I'm-Your-Cousin' on him." I sat back down and watched as my baby cousin entered what would be the first of many eventful years at Hogwarts.
