Chapter 1: The New Neighbor.
Disclaimer: still don't own HP, boo-who.
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The community of muggles that lived on Privet drive were the worst sort. They hated the idea of anything unusual. So you could say this was not the best place for a thirty year old witch to move. Fortunately, or unfortunately, for her due to what she was told was a seizure twelve years ago caused her to forget most of her life previous to the 'seizure'. So she actually had no idea what or who she was. In effect she had to rename herself from her half memories; her name was now Annabel Bot. This was based off her real; though at the moment unknown, name Ann Abbot. As you know Ann Abbot would be the worst neighbor for these muggles, but considering that she did not think that she was a witch, she actually made a very good neighbor. With this in mind she made her way up to the door of number four, with a small present. She knocked on the door and a tall woman with a horse face answered. "Hello my name is Annabel Bot. I just moved into number 7." She said pointing to the only lot with out a neatly trimmed lawn. The horse face woman frowned in disproval on her lawn. Annabel sensing her disproval handed the gift into the lady, "This is for you." The lady opened the box to find a drawing of a stag, a dog, a lynx, sitting beneath a crescent moon, "I drew it myself."
The woman looked at the almost surreal picture, "This is amazing, please come in."
The lady led Annabel in to the kitchen where all of her family was sitting. "I'm Petunia; this is my husband Vernon..." She pointed to the beefy man then to a smaller version of her husband and said, "And this is our son, Dudley."
Annabel struggled with something to say nice about the family except to say, "Well Dudley is certainly the spitting image of his father."
It was then that Petunia moved in on the attack, "So do you have a family?"
Annabel sighed; she knew she did somewhere, where she couldn't remember, "No, It's just me in that house. That's why I haven't been able to clean anything." She added on trying to sound sorry about it.
"Oh, well maybe Harry can clean up your house for you." Petunia said sweetly pointing, to the fifth person in the room.
"Oh there is really no need for that, Mrs. Dursley." Annabel said politely.
"Oh really, I insist and you can just call me Petunia. I'm not that much older than you." Petunia said sweetly, testing Annabel again.
"Three years, and two weeks difference." Annabel mumbled without thinking.
"What did you say?" Petunia said in the same sweet manner.
"Umm, I said that… You are too kind for offering to have your …erm…"
"Nephew." Petunia supplied.
"…clean my yard."
"Oh!" Petunia said surprised, the girl had skipped the problem completely, "It's really no trouble at all. He could do it right now."
"Oh really there is no need. I was just going to clean my yard to day in fact."
"Great! Then he can help you." Petunia stood up and gave her nephew a sever look, making him stand up and implying that Annabel aught to do the same. To smooth this over Petunia started a different conversation, "Did you hear on the news this morning? About that Sirius Black man?"
Annabel's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened, "I heard." She said quietly.
"Oh I'm sorry, did you know some one that he murdered?" Petunia said apologetically.
Annabel stopped to think, no she didn't know anyone killed by him, she didn't even know him. Why was she starting to cry? And why was this horse face woman comforting her? But in keeping with her story she whispered, "Yes."
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Maybe you can come over later and we could talk about it." Petunia said sweetly leading Annabel down the hall.
"Oh there is really no need." Annabel sniffed, "I'll be fine, thank you by the way for your hospitality."
Petunia went on to say that she could come over anytime then proceeded to close the door in Annabel's face.
After the door closed Annabel turned to Harry and said, "Your aunts a bitch. Did you know that?" Harry didn't answer. "Hey you can talk straight to me. I probably won't even remember what you said in about two years."
That got Harry's attention, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that my memory is not something to brag about." Annabel said simply. When they crossed the street to her house Ann asked Harry if he could grab a rake and trash bag and start raking the yard. Thanks to what Annabel believed was a sheer amount of luck, but Harry thought might be magic the yard was cut and trimmed in record time. When they finished Annabel announced that it was time for lunch. Instead of making lunch she drove her and Harry to a small restaurant on the out skirts of London. She ordered a tuna fish sandwich and Harry ordered a small chips. "Oh come on a boy your age should eat more than that! Order at least a hamburger!" at Harry's confused face she said, "How old are you anyway?"
"Thirteen, today." Harry said shocked that anyone on Privet drive would care how old he was.
"Well then happy birthday! Are your Aunt and Uncle doing anything for it?"
"No. My uncle's sister is coming today, but she hates me."
"Oh. Well maybe we can go out for dinner tonight. Do you have any friends in the neighborhood?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"I know something about not being the favored child. I ran away with my three brothers and we all lived in a one room apartment in London, until we were seventeen. So whenever I see some one as unfortunate as I, I always try to reach out to them."
"Oh, I do have one friend."
"Great! We'll go back to my house, we can clean some more than I'll tell your aunt that I need to go out and buy new furniture, and I want to drag you along to do the heavy lifting. Then we can go and pick up your friend and have a party. Does that sound like a good plan?"
Harry was speechless, so he nodded as Annabel ordered him a cheeseburger. The rest of the meal past as Annabel pressed Harry for news about his school, all he could tell her was that he had was that it was boarding school, and he had four great friends, and one of them lived in the neighborhood. Even though the news wasn't very truthful Annabel still loved hearing it. She had been out of any loop for so long it felt good to hear news, even if it was a truck full of lies.
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"Oh thank you, Mrs. Dursley, your nephew will help me a lot tonight. And pass my respects to your sister in-law…. Yes… No thank you! Okay bye!" Ann said in to the phone, as she talked to Petunia. When she hung up the phone she and Harry drove to pick up his friend at the Polkiss's. When they drove up Harry got out of the car and asked if Orion was able to come out. Like Harry Orion was a wizard that attended Hogwarts, and he was adopted by the Polkisses when he was one, he was also bullied by Dudley's gang. Unlike though Harry this caused him to become a book worm, not a smart mouth.
With the two boys in the car Annabel drove the boys into London. "Where do you want to go?" Annabel asked. Both boys would have loved to go to Diagon Alley, but since Annabel was a muggle, they choose to go to the mall instead. Annabel told the boys to meet her at the food court in two hours, and then she gave them money for a movie. After the two boys left she made her way around the mall. She stopped in at a movie store and looked at some of the older movies. Sitting on top of a rack in the back was Lady Hawk. She stared at the movie for about ten minutes trying to remember where she had seen the movie before. Not remembering, she bought it anyway.
When she met back up with the two boys she told them that in order to keep with their cover they needed to go and pick out some furniture. At the furniture Annabel bought two plush red arm chairs, which strongly resembled the arm chairs in the Gryffindor common room.
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Isabeau Weasly was sitting on the floor of her room that she shared with Ginny in the Leaky Caldron reading her new school books. She would have preferred to get them at the beginning of the school year, because she had gotten one of the third years supply list the year. But her adoptive mother insisted that they wait until the official ones where sent. This annoyed Isabeau a lot because this means that she only had two weeks to learn all of her classes instead of the whole summer.
She looked at the wanted poster over her mirror again. Sirius Black the mass murderer looked down at her. He was still laughing his head off like what he had done was some sort of practical joke. She studied his face very closely; his grey eyes didn't bother her it was the rest of his face. Even though he looked like he had been through hell, which Azkaban was pretty close to, she could still tell that she had the same nose mouth, ears, not to mention hair. Her wavy black hair came to her shoulders and perfectly framed her face. she had known she was adopted from the her first memory. How could two red headed people make a girl with black hair, and bright blue eyes? What made things even more interesting was that she had seen those same grey eyes on
There was a nock on the door, "Come in!" she yelled.
"Ah Isabeau! Simply refreshing to see you." Fred Weasly said as he walked into her room.
"Yes, it is simply buffing!" George Weasly said as he pushed his twin out of the way.
Isabeau didn't even look up, "What do you two want? I can't give you money, and don't even think about advice for getting girlfriends."
"ah Isabeau, I deeply wounded to think that we would ask you for girlfriend advice." Fred said putting his hand over his heart as if she just stabbed him there.
"And I would never ask you for money." George Weasly said using the same wounded tone that his brother used.
"Then what do you want?"
"Mum told us to tell you to stop studying and come down stairs and eat dinner." Fred said seriously.
"Well you can tell your mom that she can send up a tray and I'll eat it later." Isabeau said turning the page in her Transfiguration book.
"Oh that's a shame…" George said evilly giving his twin a look.
"…because you'll never…" Fred said matching his brother's tone.
"…guess who finally…"
"…showed up."
"Who?" Isabeau said now actually looking at the two boys standing between her and the door.
"Your brother." George said.
Isabeau didn't say anything; she just stood up at lightning speed and ran out of her room running over anyone in her path. She came to skidding stop right in front of her brother. "Rion!" she screamed and hugged her brother. Isabeau was taller than her brother by a head, but that didn't stop him from being able to beat her at any physical activity.
"Hi Isa, long time no see." Orion wheezed as his sister crushed him with her hug.
"Oh sorry Rion. It's just I get so excited when I see you. It's the highlight of my summer."
"Even better than seeing the pyramids?"
"Are you kidding? You are so much more interesting than those things, for one you're alive."
"Thanks."
"Will you two sit down so that we can eat?" Ron asked loudly, bringing to two siblings back to earth. They had known about each other since they were able to remember, though they didn't meet each other until they were eleven and they met on the train. At school they acted like normal siblings, annoying each other and fighting, but at the end of school, and at the beginning Orion could always count on Isabeau to make a scene.
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When they reached the train station Mr. Weasly pulled Harry, Isabeau, and Orion aside, and made them swear that no matter what they heard they would not go looking for Black. They all promised, but Isabeau had her fingers crossed behind her back.
When they finally got on the train the only open compartment was the last one. When they sat down and Harry had told everyone what Mr. Weasly had said Hermione freaked out, "Black escaped to come after you! Oh Harry you're going to have be really, really careful. Don't go looking for trouble!"
"I don't go looking for trouble, trouble usually finds me!" Harry stated annoyed.
Isabeau laughed from her corner, "that's one of the biggest understatements of the year."
"Will you shut up? Harry's life is on the line here!" Ron said annoyed.
"So is mine and you don't see me or my brother pleading for attention." Isabeau said bringing a certain amount of venom into her voice.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked not at all phased, by Isabeau's tone.
"I mean that Sirius Black is the reason Orion and I are orphans. He killed my mother, or as good as killed her. She was a friend of your mother's Harry. She died trying to save her, and you. Now don't you think that he would want to finish his work?" Isabeau spat. She didn't tell them that Sirius Black was Orion's and her father, she hadn't even told Orion. The honest truth was that she was scared of Orion's reaction, the trio's reaction, and how it would feel to be Isabeau Black, instead of Isabeau Weasly. She wanted answers and she wanted them now. She would find her father even if it meant her death. Of course since the conversation had now drifted away from that subject she just opened her book on Transfiguration and read.
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"Isa-B-O" Draco Malfoy drawled as his two cronies Crabbe and Goyle held Isabeau back so that Malfoy could be able to hex her and have a clear shot. It was after dark and they had caught her coming back from Hagrid's hut on the grounds. "Don't you know that your little games are up?"
Isabeau spat at his foot, they had been fighting since they were in their first year, he called her a blood traitor, and she called him a git. Ever since there have been hexes flying. He turned and sent a bat boogey hex at her, and she ducked so that it hit Goyle. With that she grabbed her wand out of his hand and petrified Crabbe. When she turned to Malfoy he was already lying down, with a big black dog standing over him.
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AN: it gets better, this is fic takes place from here to the end of the seventh year. Orion and Isabeau aren't best friends with Harry but they aren't enemies. Please review. Thanks.