1 It's Hereditary
1.1 By ~HarryPotterCC1~
Harry Potter was getting on the train that would take him to Hogwarts. Cedric Diggory's death was no longer always on the top of his mind, although it was still there, and Harry did feel somewhat responsible.
As he got on to the train and settled in to a compartment of his own, he thought about the year before, his 5th year. Oddly enough, nothing out of the ordinary happened to Harry that year. But mind you, ordinary for Harry Potter was nothing short of braking several bones, finally getting over his crush on Cho (mind you, that was only after she slapped him for kissing her.), riding through the forbidden forest on the back of a three headed dog (Who seemed to like Harry for reasons unknown, and now lives in the forest.), fighting fire with fire (with a fully grown Norbert.) and of course finding a few rooms that were not on the Marauder's map. (And for a good reason too.)
Over the summer he had been made a perfect, although he had no idea as to why, as he had broken more school rules than the twins and the marauders put together (And that is a whole shit load of broken rules.) Although he didn't mind, it gave him a good reason to be out of bed at night if he got caught. (But there was a very slim chance to that.)
As Harry relaxed into his compartment, a girl that looked about his age pulled open the door. She had black, shoulder length, unruly hair and bright, royal blue eyes.
"Hi," she said in an American accent, "Can I sit here, all the other compartments are full."
"Yea, sure." He replied. She walked in and set down her stuff. Almost immediately after, Ron and Hermione came in, fighting as usual. About what, you say? Only god knows.
"So, I'm Harry Potter." He said to the girl.
"Obviously." She said, scanning his far head.
"And that is Ron Weasley." She nodded, although once again she was thinking, 'obviously'. I mean, red hair, freckles, the whole en chalata. Weasley trademarks.
"And Hermione Granger." He finished.
"I'm Airalin Black." She said.
"Black?" He questioned. She could not possible be related to Sirius, could she? Well obviously she could because she answered saying,
"Yes Black. And before you even ask, yes I am related to Sirius Black, unfortunately. I'm his daughter, and if you wish to discriminate agenst me, for facts I cannot help, I just dare you to say any of it to my face, and I swear, you wont be fully mobile for a while. And I don't just use simple jinxes, hexes and curses that can be easily removed, I like the old fashioned way of my fist in your face. Any more questions?"
Ron and Hermione looked stunned, but Harry just got pissed off not at her but at Sirius.
"Sirius has a daughter?! I'm going to kill him! How dare he keep some thing like that from me." But the anger quickly left him. Airalin just stared at him blankly.
"You've been in contact with him? With an escaped murderer no less."
"You do know he never did any of those things they say he did, that he is innocent, right?"
"He's innocent? Says who? And how would you know?"
"Ok" he started, "Number one, I heard his explanation. Number two, I saw Peter Petigrew when Sirius Black was supposed to have killed him. And number three, he is my godfather, I trust him, and he tells me almost every thing. Well apart from this, but that's beside the point."
"What, so you just find Sirius Black listen to his story and believe him?!" Harry was getting frustrated. And some one could possibly over hear them, but he thought again, what would possibly believe what they were hearing.
"No Airalin, he bit Ron's leg, and dragged him under the whomping willow, and I went in after Ron. I was ready to kill Sirius for something that he was falsely accused of. I probably would have if Remus Lupin had not stopped me."
"Wait! Wait! Wait! What the hell does Remus have to do with this?"
"You know him?"
"Yes I know him. I'm living with him at the moment. Him and my mom were old friends from school."
"Well, Remus kept me from killing him, and I saw Peter Petigrew, who may I add is an un-registered animagi. I heard Sirius' story, and the end. Sirius is innocent."
"I don't believe you." She said defiently "You're lying. Drop the subject now! I refuse to presue this any longer. Got it!"
Harry gulped nervesly after seeing Airalin flair up like she did. It is not something the average human wants to see everyday, wait, re-frase that. It's not something the average human wants to see anyday.
"Umm…he he…okay" (You know that nerves laugh.)
Hermione, who had been staying quite during this exchange of information, now spoke up, trying to change the subject.
"So, what school did you came from?" She asked. It worked as Airalin immeadiatly calmed down enough to smile and began speaking.
"The Craft Institute of Salem, it was a all girl school, and the muggles living near the school all knew about magic, although it never left the town because everyone else believes the people of Salem are just superstitious, so if they happened to see one of us playing quidditch, it never meant much. That is also why most muggles only believe that only females practice magic, because when ever one of them spotted us, it was always a female."
"I never knew that. I would sooo love to live there."
"Oh no you wouldn't, if anyone knew for certain that you were a witch and something went wrong, you would be the first to blame. Luckily I don't live there, I live in Philadelphia."
She said the last sentence proudly, like Philadelphia was the best place in the world.
(A/N- I currently live there and there are a good number of practitioners, half of my friends turned out to be practitioners. And any way, most people who don't practice it, either ignore it completely or say only devil worshipers practice it, which I say is not true in the least. Sorry for the long note, I just wanted to give everybody some background information.)
Just then who should walk in then none other then Draco Malfoy. He looked around and sneered.
"Oh, look, a new kid. Only here one day and you already choose the wrong people to hang with." Airalin looked up. (She had been told about this kid, so she didn't even have to guess to know that he was a Malfoy.)
"I'm sorry, were you talking to me. I really should pay more attention to the all mighty Draco Malfoy, but sadly I couldn't see you behind that over sized ego of yours."
"How dare you! You…you…American Trash."(Very original Draco.)
"What are you talking about? I was born and raised in London, thank you very much."
(She had lived in London until she was 10, then moved to Philadelphia with her mom, and started school there. After a while her mother got fed up with her, (Airalin got expelled by ~Accidentally~ blowing up her dormitory. –luckily Hogwarts has spells to prevent that- and she was sent to live with Remus)
"Go to hell bitch!" He was livid.
"Been there, done that. And yes, I am a bitch aren't I. Thanks for the complement."
"If you say one more word I'll make your life miserable." He sneered and took out his wand.
"I wouldn't threaten me if I were you."
"Why- not?" He asked, trying to see what stupid response she would give him.
"Oh, my father is an escaped prisoner from Azkaban, and I am currently living with a werewolf."
Draco Malfoy's eyes widened and he ran from the compartment. She broke into hysterical laughter as did Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Now that was funny, especially since Draco tripped on the way out. If looks could kill, the one he gave Airalin would kill the world. Including him. (Although the later part isn't too bad.)
Together they talked and all got closer. They learned that Airalin was quite the troublemaker and she was top in all her classes. (She sucked up to her teacher, became most of their pets, and could get away with almost anything in class.)
She definitely decided she wanted to be in Gryffindor, she only hoped she would get in.
The train began to slow down and eventually came to a stop. Airalin said goodbye, and went with the first years across the lake to be sorted.
~EclypsCC1~
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I had this chapter written almost a year ago and never posted or updated, then I found it and thought it was a pretty good story and decided to fix up this chapter and post it. Please tell me what you think I'll try to update it this time.
~CiErRa~
Ps- don't forget to review
1.1 By ~HarryPotterCC1~
Harry Potter was getting on the train that would take him to Hogwarts. Cedric Diggory's death was no longer always on the top of his mind, although it was still there, and Harry did feel somewhat responsible.
As he got on to the train and settled in to a compartment of his own, he thought about the year before, his 5th year. Oddly enough, nothing out of the ordinary happened to Harry that year. But mind you, ordinary for Harry Potter was nothing short of braking several bones, finally getting over his crush on Cho (mind you, that was only after she slapped him for kissing her.), riding through the forbidden forest on the back of a three headed dog (Who seemed to like Harry for reasons unknown, and now lives in the forest.), fighting fire with fire (with a fully grown Norbert.) and of course finding a few rooms that were not on the Marauder's map. (And for a good reason too.)
Over the summer he had been made a perfect, although he had no idea as to why, as he had broken more school rules than the twins and the marauders put together (And that is a whole shit load of broken rules.) Although he didn't mind, it gave him a good reason to be out of bed at night if he got caught. (But there was a very slim chance to that.)
As Harry relaxed into his compartment, a girl that looked about his age pulled open the door. She had black, shoulder length, unruly hair and bright, royal blue eyes.
"Hi," she said in an American accent, "Can I sit here, all the other compartments are full."
"Yea, sure." He replied. She walked in and set down her stuff. Almost immediately after, Ron and Hermione came in, fighting as usual. About what, you say? Only god knows.
"So, I'm Harry Potter." He said to the girl.
"Obviously." She said, scanning his far head.
"And that is Ron Weasley." She nodded, although once again she was thinking, 'obviously'. I mean, red hair, freckles, the whole en chalata. Weasley trademarks.
"And Hermione Granger." He finished.
"I'm Airalin Black." She said.
"Black?" He questioned. She could not possible be related to Sirius, could she? Well obviously she could because she answered saying,
"Yes Black. And before you even ask, yes I am related to Sirius Black, unfortunately. I'm his daughter, and if you wish to discriminate agenst me, for facts I cannot help, I just dare you to say any of it to my face, and I swear, you wont be fully mobile for a while. And I don't just use simple jinxes, hexes and curses that can be easily removed, I like the old fashioned way of my fist in your face. Any more questions?"
Ron and Hermione looked stunned, but Harry just got pissed off not at her but at Sirius.
"Sirius has a daughter?! I'm going to kill him! How dare he keep some thing like that from me." But the anger quickly left him. Airalin just stared at him blankly.
"You've been in contact with him? With an escaped murderer no less."
"You do know he never did any of those things they say he did, that he is innocent, right?"
"He's innocent? Says who? And how would you know?"
"Ok" he started, "Number one, I heard his explanation. Number two, I saw Peter Petigrew when Sirius Black was supposed to have killed him. And number three, he is my godfather, I trust him, and he tells me almost every thing. Well apart from this, but that's beside the point."
"What, so you just find Sirius Black listen to his story and believe him?!" Harry was getting frustrated. And some one could possibly over hear them, but he thought again, what would possibly believe what they were hearing.
"No Airalin, he bit Ron's leg, and dragged him under the whomping willow, and I went in after Ron. I was ready to kill Sirius for something that he was falsely accused of. I probably would have if Remus Lupin had not stopped me."
"Wait! Wait! Wait! What the hell does Remus have to do with this?"
"You know him?"
"Yes I know him. I'm living with him at the moment. Him and my mom were old friends from school."
"Well, Remus kept me from killing him, and I saw Peter Petigrew, who may I add is an un-registered animagi. I heard Sirius' story, and the end. Sirius is innocent."
"I don't believe you." She said defiently "You're lying. Drop the subject now! I refuse to presue this any longer. Got it!"
Harry gulped nervesly after seeing Airalin flair up like she did. It is not something the average human wants to see everyday, wait, re-frase that. It's not something the average human wants to see anyday.
"Umm…he he…okay" (You know that nerves laugh.)
Hermione, who had been staying quite during this exchange of information, now spoke up, trying to change the subject.
"So, what school did you came from?" She asked. It worked as Airalin immeadiatly calmed down enough to smile and began speaking.
"The Craft Institute of Salem, it was a all girl school, and the muggles living near the school all knew about magic, although it never left the town because everyone else believes the people of Salem are just superstitious, so if they happened to see one of us playing quidditch, it never meant much. That is also why most muggles only believe that only females practice magic, because when ever one of them spotted us, it was always a female."
"I never knew that. I would sooo love to live there."
"Oh no you wouldn't, if anyone knew for certain that you were a witch and something went wrong, you would be the first to blame. Luckily I don't live there, I live in Philadelphia."
She said the last sentence proudly, like Philadelphia was the best place in the world.
(A/N- I currently live there and there are a good number of practitioners, half of my friends turned out to be practitioners. And any way, most people who don't practice it, either ignore it completely or say only devil worshipers practice it, which I say is not true in the least. Sorry for the long note, I just wanted to give everybody some background information.)
Just then who should walk in then none other then Draco Malfoy. He looked around and sneered.
"Oh, look, a new kid. Only here one day and you already choose the wrong people to hang with." Airalin looked up. (She had been told about this kid, so she didn't even have to guess to know that he was a Malfoy.)
"I'm sorry, were you talking to me. I really should pay more attention to the all mighty Draco Malfoy, but sadly I couldn't see you behind that over sized ego of yours."
"How dare you! You…you…American Trash."(Very original Draco.)
"What are you talking about? I was born and raised in London, thank you very much."
(She had lived in London until she was 10, then moved to Philadelphia with her mom, and started school there. After a while her mother got fed up with her, (Airalin got expelled by ~Accidentally~ blowing up her dormitory. –luckily Hogwarts has spells to prevent that- and she was sent to live with Remus)
"Go to hell bitch!" He was livid.
"Been there, done that. And yes, I am a bitch aren't I. Thanks for the complement."
"If you say one more word I'll make your life miserable." He sneered and took out his wand.
"I wouldn't threaten me if I were you."
"Why- not?" He asked, trying to see what stupid response she would give him.
"Oh, my father is an escaped prisoner from Azkaban, and I am currently living with a werewolf."
Draco Malfoy's eyes widened and he ran from the compartment. She broke into hysterical laughter as did Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Now that was funny, especially since Draco tripped on the way out. If looks could kill, the one he gave Airalin would kill the world. Including him. (Although the later part isn't too bad.)
Together they talked and all got closer. They learned that Airalin was quite the troublemaker and she was top in all her classes. (She sucked up to her teacher, became most of their pets, and could get away with almost anything in class.)
She definitely decided she wanted to be in Gryffindor, she only hoped she would get in.
The train began to slow down and eventually came to a stop. Airalin said goodbye, and went with the first years across the lake to be sorted.
~EclypsCC1~
Tell me what you think by pressing that little button below that says review.
I had this chapter written almost a year ago and never posted or updated, then I found it and thought it was a pretty good story and decided to fix up this chapter and post it. Please tell me what you think I'll try to update it this time.
~CiErRa~
Ps- don't forget to review
