A/N: I have been working almost constantly on updates for A New Life, and after starting story number two I thought I'd be set and have enough to do, and procrastinate for awhile... but no, I had to get an idea for another story.
Well, here's a little intro chapter. I hope you like it, and I will hopefully update soon. Updates might be a little slow it will just depend on the response this story gets (Don't want to leave you all hanging for too long!)
TGIF! I made it through the first week of classes!
I am currently sitting on the longest flight of my entire life. I can't believe that my so called friends, in the wizarding world are doing this to me. I am not depressed, I am perfectly fine with my life. It's not my fault that they have all gone off of the deep end and are instead calling me nuts.
Soon after the war, Sirius was declared free. After I assured them that I was fine and was planning on staying with the Weasley's until I started my seventh year in the fall, Remus and Sirius moved together to the United States to settle down in the countryside. Sirius has always wanted to live in the country, and it is great for Remus on the full moon.
I was only at the Weasley's for a couple of days before they were all jumping down my throat wanting me to talk about my feelings. I am fine. I don't know how many different times I have to say it before they will start to believe me. I just need some time and space to organize my thoughts. But no. That's unhealthy, I am keeping them out… and according to Hermione it is what I always do when I am stressed or feeling any sort of strong emotion.
After she said that, it didn't take long for my life and future to be utterly ruined. I didn't even have a single say in the matter, and the worst part? I am going to miss my last year at Hogwarts because of it. I mean, granted there aren't many of the kids in my class still alive, and of the few who are, there aren't many who are willing to go back for another year.
The war was tough, and I still don't know how I managed to make it out alive. Hermione did as well, and I often think that she was the rock that kept me together and helped me get through all of the funerals I had to attend, and all of the Death Eater captures I took part in. She and Ron declared their love for one another, and they both lived through the main battle.
Unfortunately, Ron was hit by a stray curse when the two of us were going after some Death Eaters on the run. He is at St. Mungo's. They don't know what's wrong with him but they do know that he is in a coma and currently stable. Either he will wake up on his own, or he won't, at this time no one is sure.
Many people did not make it out of the final battle and the following days of terror, alive or uninjured. Fred was killed, and George lost an ear. Bill was attacked by a werewolf, Ginny was killed. Luna, killed. Neville, wheel chair bound. All of my friends and family were affected, except, somehow Sirius and Remus made it out realitively unscathed. Remus is now a single father to his son Teddy, Tonks and her parents having all been killed. I know it seems weird for me to think like this, but it was a time of war. I was forced to quickly come to terms with the fact that people were going to get injured and die and that there was nothing I could do about it.
I think Remus wanted out of England more than Sirius did, and that is saying something. But now I am getting off topic.
Now I am on a freaking plane flying to Middle of Nowhere, United States. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I am being sent to live with my crazed godfather who is an ex-convict and my surrogate uncle, who is now a single father. Right, a real normal and relaxed life. That's what everyone wants for me right? Afraid that I am getting too stressed and am emotionally unstable? Real great plan.
As if that wasn't bad enough, the two loons decided one teenager wasn't enough, and that they had to take in a second as well. Who is the second, you ask? Good question, I have no idea. Her name is Alexis, and she apparently is Sirius Black's daughter. Oh, and did I mention that today is my birthday?
Sorry Harry, no birthday party for you, instead we are going to pack up all of your stuff and toss you on a plane without even a bit of a heads up. Right, happy birthday to me.
I spent the majority of the plane ride thinking of all of the different ways that I could make a certain godfather of mine's life a living hell. I mean who does he think he is. Yes Harry, you have to come here, because you are mental unstable and need someone who can keep a closer eye on you. Right, so house with a brand new father-daughter relationship and a one and a half year old are going to keep a better eye on me.
Sorry, I seem to have missed how that made any sense at all.
Oh, and why not pour some salt into the wounds and send me to freaking muggle high school with the chick as well. Awesome.
Finally, after hours in the metal hell, these muggles use for transportation, we land in the United States. I hurry off of the plane, loving the ability to stand and stretch my legs, though in actuality I will be much happier when I can sleep in a real bed. I didn't even have a real bed at the Weasley's, though I understood why. Their house became a sort of refuge for anyone who needed a place to stay. Because of this, bed spaces were limited and I was stuck with a couch.
"Harry!" I hear someone yell from behind me, and I quick whip around, going to reach for my wand. Instinct really, after living most of my life in constant fear of attack, I picked up on some habits that are a bit hard to kill off now.
Of course, my wand isn't there. Why you ask? Because I am a threat to myself which means that I am not allowed to have a wand in case I use it to harm myself. Right, like I am going to do that.
My arm is grabbed, and I am turned to see the startled face of my godfather.
"Didn't you hear me calling?" he asks, and I shrug my shoulders. You know what I really need? A smoke, but I won't say that to him. I mean I can't even buy a pack of cigarettes in this country. Why am I here?
"Hey Siri. Where's Rem?" I ask grabbing my bag off of the baggage claim.
"At home with Teddy. It's past his bedtime and we didn't want to interfere with it so decided I would come and pick you up. And what have I told you about calling me Siri?" Well I see he is going to be a hard ass right from the beginning.
"Whatever," I mutter rolling my eyes.
"No, not whatever. We are going to discuss this, and we are going to discuss it right now. I don't care if you want to be here or not, but you are here and you are going to have to learn to deal with that quickly. I can tell you right now, that Remus and I are not the Weasley's. We are in charge here, you aren't an adult yet, and I have legal guardianship of you. Which means you are going to show the two of us the respect we deserve. Am I understood?"
"Fine. Sir." I say through clenched teeth.
"That's better. And I know Remus and I have talked to you about referring to us by our first names. We are not your equals, and we expect you to remember that by calling us uncle, remember? That way there is no confusion or blurred lines," he says leading the way outside and to a SUV. I toss my bag in the trunk before climbing into the front seat.
"Right Uncle Sirius. Won't happen again," I mutter befire glaring out the window. We are already off to a worse start then I could have expected.
It takes about a half an hour to get from the airport to the house that I get to be stuck in indefinitely. I can tell I am not going to like this place just from the first few glances I get. One, the town is super small which means everyone knows everyone. Which means that since I am the new kid, I am the latest and greatest when it comes to drama and gossip. Two, the town is pitifully small, I mean what are you supposed to do on the weekends? Three small town means locally owned businesses, which means no matter what i buy, everyone will know and criticize it. And finally, the house we are living in is off of the beaten path. I don't think I could walk to a neighbor's house if I wanted to. They successfully trapped me with them.
We pull up to a fairly large farm house. Sirius leads the way inside, only pausing to wave hello to Remus who I completely ignore.
"Alright, this is the kitchen, and through the back is the dining room," he says starting a tour. "The family room is back the way we came, and that's basically it down here. Then upstairs there are five bedrooms. You and I share a bathroom that connects the two of our bedrooms together. Remus got the master bedroom because it was closer to the nursery. The last bedroom will be Lexi's and for now she will have the hall bathroom with Teddy, not that that really means much."
"Wait, our rooms are connected? Why did you think that would be ok?"
"They aren't connected. There are two doors. Which is the definition of not connected."
"We might as well be living in the same room," I grumble under my breath, but unfortunately Sirius hears me.
"I can arrange for that to happen, if that would better suit you. I am going to be honest right now, and tell you that if I think you need twenty four hour supervision, than it is what you will get. Your safety is my top priority. And even if you hate me now, I am ok with that because I know you won't always," he says coming over and placing a hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off before opening up the door to my room.
Its simple room, painted in a light blue with dark blue carpeting. In the middle of the wall facing me is the bed. On the right side a closet and desk and on the left wall, the door to the bathroom and a dresser. There isn't much to it, but I guess it will work. I debate picking something random to complain about but it seems like it'd take too much energy so I just shrug my shoulders and start to unpack.
Sirius soon stops me though, and with a flick of his wand he has my bags unpacked and the room clean. He turns to me with a smile that I do not return. Way to remind me that the one thing I love I don't have here. Thanks.
Sirius then walks out of the room and tells me to follow him. We walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where Remus is sitting at the table. He smiles and stands up coming over to me to give me a hug, that I don't return. The room is painted yellow and has large windows that look out over the back yard. The cabinets are all done in a dark wood stain, and the counters are all marble. I can't help but admire it.
"How was the flight?" Remus asks after pulling out of the hug.
I shrug my shoulders and sit down at the table.
"A verbal answer would be nice. I know you can talk, and some people consider it rude to answer in a gesture," he scold me and so I look up giving him a slight glare, but hopefully not enough to get me in trouble.
"It was fine," I bite out before turning my attention back to the table and crossing my arms.
"Alright, well you must be hungry. We saved you a plate of food from dinner," Sirius says standing up.
"No thanks, I got food on the plane. I am just going to go to bed," I say before standing up and retreating to my room. This is going to be a very long year.