Hey A/all. This is Chapter one of The Black Heir: First year. It's been a work in progress for a while and has a good few chapters already written. Updates will be when I write a new chapter or weekly depending on how soon a new chapter gets written.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. As sad as that fact is it is a fact none-the-less.
Summary: How can a chance encounter with his Godfathers daughter change Harry's life? Warning will contain spanking but it won't be the focus. Pairings HarryXGinny, RonXLuna, NevilleXOC. Some Hermione bashing.
I am looking for a Beta to help out with my stories.
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Evelyn Celeste Black was a very odd child, for one knew absolutely nothing about her real mother; however her family were more than happy to repeatedly tell her about her deranged mass murdering father. She was also a witch, a very powerful witch to say the least, though she didn't know that yet… all she knew is whatever she really wanted to happen, happened.
Evie looked much younger than her eleven, almost twelve years; she was small and very scrawny, with messy dirty blond hair and mysterious silver eyes. Her eyes were mostly dull, making her look like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, although sometimes when she was able to have fun – which was very rare – they shone a beautiful silver colour.
"Get up!" Yelled the woman who opened the door before slamming it shut; Evie's legal guardian. Evie didn't know how she'd come to be here. Her Aunt said her Dad came in left her with them and then disappeared off to kill a huge bunch of people. No-one had ever come for her and so they had reluctantly taken her in. Lucy and Magnus repeated that they should have taken her straight to an orphanage; she didn't know why they didn't. Evie was forced to call them Aunt Lucy and Uncle Magnus out of respect.
Evie woke up with a start, her silver eyes wide and sleep filled, her dream had been good her Mum was talking to her, telling her how special she was and how loved she was, but it was just a dream and real life beckoned. Evie yawned and stretched as she got out of the tiny uncomfortable, so called 'bed'. She was wearing a large boys top and trousers rolled up several times though they were still very long. She padded out of the room and down to the kitchen, cracking eggs into a bowl and mixing them up, adding salt, milk, cheese and pepper.
"Get the post brat," an older boy said. He walked passed, elbowing Evie hard in the ribs. She yelped, but nodded rubbing her ribs; there would be a bruise tomorrow that she'd will to go. "Yes Grant," Evie said sighing as she hurried out into the hall and picked up the post. She checked through the post and carried it back into the kitchen. Evie walked back to the kitchen and handed the mail to the boy called Grant.
Once she had cooked a large pan of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, mushrooms, fried bread, hash browns and grilled tomatoes; the woman who had woken her up pushed her roughly from the kitchen. "Get up to your cupboard and stay out of sight until I call you to wash up. Don't forget your Uncle Magnus is having important guests over today so you will be locked in your cupboard," Aunt Lucy said.
Evie was just about to nod obediently when an owl swooped in with a letter and landed on the kitchen counter in front of her. Evie blinked at the owl. She'd never tried to talk to owls before, all other animals she could talk with, although not so well with snakes. 'Hello?' She said mentally creating the connection with the owl. The owl cocked its head to one side. 'You mind-speak to me chick?' A rather peculiar voice spoke in Evie's head. 'Yes, my name is Evelyn but I go by Evie,' Evie sent back along the connection. 'Pleasure to meet you Evie, my name is Aria young chick.'
The connection was broken by a fierce blow to Evie's right cheek.
"What is the meaning of this girl?!" The woman screeched raising her hand to strike again.
"Sorry Aunt Lucy! I'm going," Evie yelped. Her hands shook a little in her rush to untie the letter from Aria. 'Bye Aria, you have to go now, thank you for my letter,' Evie said quickly. She stuffed the letter into her oversized pockets. Aria squawked in indignation and flapped her wings angrily at Aunt Lucy. 'I cannot leave chick, I must await your reply,' she said to Evie.
Evie hurried out the room, Aria still perched on her shoulder. She opened the door to her cupboard and sat down on the tiny 'bed' stuffed around the boiler. She fished the letter out of her pocket and read the address.
Miss Evelyn Celeste Black
Upstairs Airing Cupboard
25 Spencer Road
Plymstock
Plymouth
PL9 7DF
Evie blinked in shock, 'who?' Evie asked Aria in utter confusion. Who knew where she slept? Aria nipped Evie's ear affectionately. 'Read it my young chick, you will find what you read even more amazing,' she said fondly. Evie opened the letter and then almost dropped it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Evelyn Celeste Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Evie looked at Aria for some kind of explanation. If she didn't know it was impossible she would have thought the owl was smiling at her. 'Wha… am… wha… I… I have so many questions I don't know where to start. Is this even real?' Evie asked completely and utterly lost. Aria blinked and cocked her head to one side again. 'You do not know of magic young chick? I do not deliver to those who do not know of the world. I shall see to it that a visitor comes to explain things to you.' With that Aria launched off Evie's shoulder and flew out of her cupboard.
Evie willed the door to shut and lock with a flick of her hand; hand motions seemed to help direct what she wanted to happen. She continued to stare in confusion at the letter, deciding she might as well read the next page
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
5. Full set of Hogwarts uniform (Trousers for wizards, skirts and tights or socks for witches)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
By Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
By Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
By Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
By Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
By Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
By Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
By Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
By Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad. Familiars are exempt from this rule as it is considered illegal to separate a witch or wizard from their familiar.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
This only caused Evie more confusion. Where on earth was she supposed to get these things? A cat wouldn't be too hard – just look in the newspaper for kittens going to a good home, but that was a may, not a need.
"Get down here and clean up!" Her Aunt yelled. Evie sighed, putting the letter to one side and getting up. She already missed Aria.
Evie willed the door to open and unlock with a flick of her hand. She was so used to being able to just do things she didn't even need to think about it mostly. Sometimes she didn't even need to move her hand. She was always careful to avoid doing it in front of her Aunt and Uncle though; if they saw her the beating she'd get would be awful.
Evie took a moment to try and think how to explain the letter to her Aunt and Uncle. She would wait till Aria returned of course, but the question was still there. She had no money, no possessions, nothing she could give to pay for the equipment. Evie didn't think she could leave an IOU. She knew her Aunt and Uncle would never pay for her to go to a school like Hogwarts.
Her cousin Grant went to Dr Challoner's Grammar School in Buckinghamshire, a private all boys boarding school. He didn't get in on his own merits however, it was only due to the fact her Uncle Magnus went there as a boy and his Father had been one of the school governors. Not that her Aunt would ever admit that. Evie was set to go to the local secondary school, a normal state school.
It was a mark of how little her Aunt and Uncle cared for her Evie thought; that they paid a large yearly fee for Grant and paid for his expensive school uniform without batting an eyelid, whereas Evie's school uniform was to be a few old shirts and trousers of her cousins that had definitely seen better days and second hand jumpers and ties.
There was also the small issue of bedrooms. Evie lived in a large four bedroom house, with an open kitchen-diner, large living room area, a study, utility room and double garage downstairs; four large bedroom's upstairs – two with en-suites and a huge bathroom. Evie didn't have a bedroom; instead she slept in the airing cupboard. She didn't have a bed; instead she had a shelf that had a few blankets on top of the hard wood and a single ratty blanket to sleep under. She didn't even have a light, but she'd learned how to create light at a young age.
Evie didn't mind her living space too much, really she understood why it was the place for her, but sometimes – like today when she had been having such a wonderful dream it hurt a lot.
Evie would often sit and dream about her Father and Mother. She used to dream that really her Father was a spy and the people he killed were evil people who were responsible for the death of her Mother. He wasn't allowed to say that though and his people were working to free him. That dream died when she was around seven. It was also the same time she'd woken up unconscious in hospital with almost no memory of how she got there. All she remembered was agonising pain, her Uncle, and a baseball bat. She'd later over heard her Aunt and Uncle discussing how it was impossible she was getting better, her Uncle claimed he broke her spine; her Aunt insisted he must have done it wrong.
Now, Evie just dreamed that her Father didn't kill people, that he raised her himself and she had never heard of her Aunt and Uncle. She always hated it when she did, because it made the day that much harder, it made the constant hunger for food she lived with that much more difficult to struggle through, it made the pain of the abuse that much harder to take.
"What are you doing you worthless lazy little brat? Get down here and clean up!" Aunt Lucy screeched upstairs.
Evie started shaking herself out of her musings. Her Father was an insane mass murdering mad-man. Her Mother was a complete and utter mystery and she was a nasty little piece of work who needed the nastiness beaten out of her regularly. She'd have to forget about Hogwarts and whatever she was. There was no way she'd get to go and her letter was probably a mistake. When the person coming to get her saw her they'd apologise for the mistake and leave.
Evie took a few deep breaths to centre her thoughts. Yes the letter had been exciting and yes she would love the chance to escape to Hogwarts – wherever it was – but it was just one of her little dreams that would only hurt.
Evie was going to forget about the letter and forget about Aria. She had other animals to talk to and they were the only ones she could trust not to hurt or judge her. Even the teachers at her primary school couldn't help but judge her, they wouldn't hurt her – she could see that – but they did judge her. She could have been the top of her year, but if she did, she'd be accused of cheating and that was not an incident she'd like to repeat. Breaking three ribs, both wrists, her collar bone, and getting a nasty concussion after having her back torn to shreds by her uncle's heavy work belt and being tossed down the stairs made sure of the fact she never tried hard in lessons again.
Resolve shakily rebuilt, Evie headed downstairs; time to get back to the real world.
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There you go, there's Chapter one. Let me know what you thought and whether it's worth continuing. Updates will be as regular as I can make them.
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