Introducing…Lydia's second year!
For those that don't know, I'm Erin. I'm 16 and a sophomore in high school. And this is the sequel to my original story Harry Potter: The Second Black, which followed the story of the first year of my beautiful Black, the only daughter of the infamous Sirius Black. This story follows her second year :)
Like I said in the summary, you DON'T have to read the 1st one to know what's happening in this story, cause I'm basically going to sum it up within the first few chapters. I really hope you all enjoy this story! It's most likely going to be shorter than all the sequels I'm going to write because (1) I care about CoS the least even though I adore it, and (2) I really wanna get to book 3! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! But I do own Lydia ;)
Chapter 1
Harry and Lydia's Worst Day Ever
"Wakey, wakey, my bestest friend in the whole wide world!"
I pounced on top of a small black haired boy who lay asleep in the bed next to mine. He wouldn't be asleep for long with my help!
"Harry, Harry, wakey! Today is special! Today is your twelve birthday! You've got absolutely no presents, but that's ok, because you've got me! Wake up, Potter!"
My best friend, Harry Potter, woke slowly with a growing grin, pushing me off of him. He seized his round glasses from the nightstand and placed them crookedly over his emerald green eyes. Messing up his already untidy black hair, he pushed himself off the bed with effort. Normally, he was up long before me on an average day but I had woken myself up early today to wish him a happy birthday.
"Morning, Lydia," he greeted me with a yawn. "Shall we?" he offered. I took his hand and we tramped down the stairs to the kitchen where I knew the dreaded Dursley family would be waiting. And sure enough when we arrived, the Dursleys (Harry's pig-like aunt, uncle and cousin—my foster "family", if you could call them that) made no acknowledgement of our presence and no effort of kindness, like usual. Harry and I were used to this.
Vernon was the first to speak—more accurately, yell—at us. "Will you two control those bloody owls of yours! Third time this week they've caused a ruckus in the middle of the night!"
"They're bored! They need to stretch their wings! Then maybe they'll stop—"Harry began, but he was interrupted by his repugnant uncle.
"Oh no, I know what will happen if those owls get let out!" Vernon snapped. "Do I look stupid?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to answer that?" Vernon glared at me just as his son, Dudley, let out a gigantic long burp. I scrunched up my nose. "That's disgusting, Dudley," I commented in revulsion. He merely bit off another piece of bacon and smirked at me. I hated that large, revolting, stupid pig. Luckily, as much as he attempted to act otherwise, he was terrified of me.
"Pass the frying pan," Dudley ordered rather rudely to Harry. Harry could barely refrain from rolling his eyes.
"You've forgotten the magic word," Harry said irritably. Now, normally this would have been a simple expression—something that teachers and parents will use to teach their children manners—perfectly normal. Not in this house.
It was like a time bomb had gone off. Dudley gasped, falling straight out of his chair and onto the pristinely cleaned floor. His mother, Petunia, gave a small scream, and her husband's face had turned a deep shade of purple.
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT SAYING THE 'M' WORD IN OUR HOUSE?" Vernon bellowed. I rolled my eyes, getting ready to stick up for my best friend.
"Bloody hell, calm down! He meant please! Jeez!" I cried.
"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY?" Vernon continued to scream, as if I hadn't spoken.
"Excuse me? I think it went the opposite way around," I broke in again.
"I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!"
"You're calling us abnormal?" I commented.
"AND WILL YOU SHUT UP?" he directed his attention towards me, shouting now in my direction instead of Harry's. I didn't even flinch. Instead, I raised an eyebrow and smirked indifferently.
"Not likely. By the way, magic! Magic, magic, Hogwarts—I'm going to Hogwarts, my magical school where we learn magic!"
I barked out a dog-like laugh and then bolted from the kitchen, knowing Vernon would be chasing after me by the color of his face and his expression—he was furious. Which meant that I had done my job. The Dursleys despised any mention of mine and Harry's kind. What's that you ask?
We were magic, in a simple matter. I am a witch and Harry is a wizard. For most of our lives we hadn't had a clue about this bit of information—the great muggles (non magic folks) of Dursleys had "forgotten" to mention it. It wasn't until last summer when a large but gentle half-giant named Hagrid knocked down our front door and handed us two letters that would alter our lives forever. Now, I couldn't imagine my life without that enchanted first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I wasn't related to the Dursley's in any way possible—thank god! It was a twist of unfortunate luck that I got placed here with Harry. Not that I wasn't grateful that I had the chance to grow up with Harry—the boy I consider my brother in every way but blood and wouldn't give up for anything in the world. In fact, it was rather unlucky that we both ended up here.
Harry's parents were dead. Murdered by an evil wizard named Lord Voldemort. Voldemort (more commonly called He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who) hunted Harry when he was merely a baby. On Halloween night of 1981, Voldemort arrived at their door, looking for Harry. His parents—Lily and James Potter—sacrificed themselves for their son. When Voldemort had moved onto Harry, his mother's love protected him and caused the destruction of Voldemort. Harry was left with only a thin lightning shaped scar on his forehead. But Voldemort still wasn't gone; Harry had faced him just last year and defeated him once again! Harry was rather famous in the wizarding world, and I had a feeling his fame was only going to grow.
As for me, I am the daughter of a murderer. I hadn't a clue who my parents were until last year. I discovered that my father is Sirius Black, a highly secured prisoner at the wizard prison Azkaban. 11 years ago, he killed a street full of muggles along with one wizard. And this isn't what bothered me most. The award for that went to the fact that I apparently look and act exactly like him. I hear the phrase 'you look like your father, but have your mother's eyes' almost as much as Harry does! In the case of my mother—well, I had no idea who she is. I'm not allowed or supposed to see her or something; I don't even get. But I longed to meet her every day of my life—as well as my father. I didn't care who he was; I still needed to meet him…
I believed people when they told me I looked like my father. How was I not to; I didn't know what he looked like! My hair was long, black as night and wavy; my skin was practically as white as chalk; I was considered incredibly beautiful though I was only 11 (almost 12)—three apparent qualities of the Black family, the oldest pureblood family in the wizarding world. Of course, I wasn't a pureblood. I had learned last year that my mother was a muggle-born, making me half-blood. I was said to have my mother's eyes; they were a deep, dark, rich chocolate brown.
I've worn a single necklace every day since the day I was born. It was a simple necklace—the chain was shiny silver and the pendant on the end was a black dog with diamond eyes that shone as brightly as the sun. It glittered as if it was brand new although it was as old as I was (11, nearly 12)! On the back read three things: my full name (Lydia Andromeda Black), my birth date (September 5, 1980) and what I'm pretty sure are my parents initials (S. Black & S. Black).
Besides being the daughter of a murderer, growing up with a family of Muggles I had absolutely nothing to do with and being the best friend to the Boy Who Lived, I had one particularly unique feature about myself. I am a Metamorphmagus; a very rare type witch or wizard that can change their appearance at will. Usually when I get angry, my hair will uncontrollably fade to a deep, bright red. I hadn't exactly mastered the skill of it yet, but it was useful to have.
Both Harry and I longed to be back into the wizarding world. Everything about it was better than our life with the Muggles. I missed my other best friends Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron's twin brothers Fred and George and my cousin, Jason Ericson. I also missed my other friends such as Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Blaise Zabini and of course, Hagrid. Well, clearly none of them felt the same, seeing as they hadn't written Harry or me all summer. I craved to see the colors of my House Gryffindor (majestic red and gold), fly on my broomstick (I was the Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team), drink pumpkin juice everyday and even to sit in Professor Binns' boring History of Magic class! …Ok, maybe not the last one.
I had managed to escape Vernon Dursley mostly because I was thin and quick and he was a great lump that couldn't run if his life depended on it. When I was positive it was safe, I strolled back into the kitchen, waiting for my chance to irritate the Dursleys even more.
"Now as we all know," Vernon spoke loudly, clearing his throat, "today is a very important day." I saw Harry look up in complete shock. I was quite surprised as well. He couldn't actually mean he remembered (or cared about) Harry's birthday, could he? "This could be the day I make the biggest deal of my career." I groaned loudly, annoyed. All three of the Dursleys shot daggers at me with their expressions. I could honestly care less.
"Wow, wonderful, Dursley," I sarcastically complimented him. "Well, while you're dealing with your amazing business dinner, I'll be somewhere where you're not celebrating your nephew's birthday. Honestly," I shot at them in disgust. Harry tried not to smile. "Come on, Harry." Harry immediately followed me, glad to get away from the Dursleys, who all looked besides themselves in rage. Once again, I had successfully done my job.
"Thanks for that," Harry said, grinning at me. "Though, something tells me we're not joining in on dinner tonight." I shrugged with a smirk.
"Not like we were going to anyway," I responded, with a laugh. As we stepped out the back door, I nudged him with my elbow. "Didja see the look on his face, the great prune? You'd think they'd learn to ignore me by now, but no, every time they—what the heck is that?"
"What?" Harry questioned curiously. I stared intently at the hedges. Something was there! Or at least it had been there. I shook my head, moving to sit on the patio bench with Harry.
"I thought I just saw—nevermind."
It was a hot summer day. The sun blazed overhead. Under the shade of the garden bench, it was just the right temperature; not too cool and not too hot. Harry and I rested our heads on each other, both lost in our own thoughts. Though we had each other, it was still lonely here.
"I just don't understand why they haven't written," I broke the silence with a sigh. "Ron was going to invite us to stay and everything."
"I don't either. Maybe Dudley's right—maybe we haven't got friends at Hogwarts…" Harry trailed off sadly.
"Don't say that! Of course we've got friends there…they just aren't acting like it, that's all," I scolded him, slightly bitterly. "Especially after they got that glimpse of what the Muggles are like at King's Cross. Just imagine what Hermione'd say when she learned they locked up our homework." Harry half heartedly smiled, recalling Hermione's work ethical ways of life.
Concentrating extremely hard, I pictured Hermione's face in my mind and imagined myself as her. A tingling all over my head erupted, like goosebumps when you get the chills; I could tell that my face now resembled Hermione's. "The nerve of that awful family, locking away your homework! Don't they understand you two could get detention—or worse, expelled," I mocked, imitating her voice. Harry cracked up, as did I.
"You've been practicing!" Harry commented, referring to my Metamorphmagus abilities. Unfortunately, I couldn't hold someone else's appearance for very long and almost immediately after I halted my concentration, the tingling on my face indicated that I had returned to my normal features—but not before Dudley had seen.
Dudley ran screaming. "MUUUM! She's doing it again! You-know-what!"
"You've got to be kidding me," I said, skeptically. Our next few hours consisted of doing all of Petunia's cleaning chores while she created her precious pudding for her dinner guests. It wasn't until nearly 7 that my best friend and I were permitted to come into the house. We stomped immediately upstairs to the room we shared.
I had just managed to get into the room before I was stopped, for someone—something—stood on Harry's bed. It was something I had never seen before! It was a little creature with ears like bats, giant green eyes and a long pointed nose. Its only clothing was what appeared to be a ratty, filthy pillowcase. It seemed to take no notice in me whatsoever, but gazed at Harry adoringly.
"Harry Potter!" it squeaked in a high-pitched voice, much louder than we would have liked considering we were supposed to be pretending like we didn't exist.
"Friend of yours?" I asked Harry.
"Erm—I have no idea," he answered nervously. "Um, sorry, but—who are you?"
"What are you is a better question?" I muttered under my breath. The creature did not hear, but Harry still stomped on my foot, hard.
"Dobby, sir. Dobby the house-elf," the creature replied and bowed low to the ground. "It's an honor to meet you Harry Potter, sir. So long have I wanted to…"
"Th-thank you," Harry stuttered. "Look, not that I'm not pleased to meet you, Dobby, but now's really not the best time for us to have a house-elf in our bedroom. I don't want to sound rude, but is there a reason you're here?" Dobby nodded eagerly.
"Oh, yes, sir!" the house-elf exclaimed, once again way too loudly. "Dobby wonders where to begin…"
"Sit down," Harry offered politely. This apparently, was a mistake. Dobby burst into loud tears, sobbing, "Sit down? Never…never ever…"
I tried to shush him, but I could not be heard over the elf's sobs. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything—"
"Offend Dobby! Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard before—like an equal—" Dobby cried. I flinched.
"Look, er, Dobby—Lydia, by the way—we need to keep very quiet, okay? We would really appreciate it if you were, er, quieter," I said to the elf, trying to be as polite as possible. I did not want to set him off again. Dobby nodded apologetically, wiping his teary eyes on his rag of clothing. "Why wouldn't have other wizards treated you like an equal?"
"The wizard family Dobby is bound to serve—one house and one forever…Dobby usually has to punish himself, miss. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door just for coming to see Harry Potter, miss. If they ever knew Dobby was here…" the house-elf told me, wringing his hands around each other.
"Your wizard family doesn't sound very decent," Harry said. Dobby shook his head, but without warning, started banging his head against the wall. Loudly. I flinched again and raced out of the room to peer down the stairs. I just barely dodged being seen by Vernon. They without a doubt could hear us. Luckily when I had returned to my room, Harry managed to calm Dobby down well enough.
"Why don't you escape?" Harry asked.
"A house-elf must be set free, sir. The family will never set Dobby free, sir. Dobby will serve until he dies." What? That was so sad! There had to be some other way…some way he could get away from his family. Harry thought similarly.
"That's awful! There has to be another way!" I said.
"Isn't there any way we could help you?" We soon learned to keep our mouths shut, for Dobby had broken out in grateful wails once again. I nervously glanced at the door, expecting the Dursleys to barge in any second.
"Such kindness from both sir and miss!" Dobby wailed. Anxiously, I left the room once again to get an update on the pigs. They were moving to the kitchen now and Vernon and Petunia were speaking louder than ever, trying to block the noise coming from upstairs. I hid again as Vernon threw a few angry looks upstairs.
"Just the plumping! No need to fret! Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Mason! Petunia has cooked an absolutely marvelous meal!" Vernon boomed. I heard a clanking of silverware and a brief conversation coming from the kitchen, as well as no sound from mine and Harry's room, so I knew we were safe for the moment.
But it didn't last long. From our room erupted a sudden outburst of yelps and dull thuds. I cringed once again; out of all days, Dobby had to come today. Why? Suddenly, I heard Vernon say, "Dudley must have left his television on upstairs, the little tyke!" My eyes widened in fear, and I rushed to our room and Vernon started to stomp up the stairs.
"Quick, hide Dobby!" I cried, but Harry was already way ahead of me. He stood in front of the closet, a panicked look on his face. I hurriedly lay down on my bed, trying to appear casual. Vernon barged in, looked very angry.
"What in the devil are you doing?" he growled, teeth gritted. He held up a warning finger. It didn't help at all that my black barn owl, Crescent, hooted excitedly and tried to irrationally nip at it. "One more sound and the two of you will wish you've never been born!"
Harry let Dobby out of the closet once Vernon had stomped away. "See what it's like here? This is why I have to go back to Hogwarts?"
"Wait what?" I asked, confused.
"Dobby says that I can't return to Hogwarts because I will be in mortal danger," he explained rapidly. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What? Harry has to go back! As do I! It's the only place where we've ever fit in! All of our friends are there—"I started.
"Friends that don't even write?" Dobby answered slyly. Harry frowned, but not from sorrow.
"Hang on—how do you know our friends haven't been writing us?"
Dobby looked down guiltily, wringing his hands again. "Harry Potter and his friend mustn't be angry with Dobby—"
A lightbulb clicked in my head, and my hair faded slightly to red. "You've been stopping our letters?" I cried, forgetting about the Dursleys temporarily. Dobby pulled out a tightly wrapped package—it was a giant stack of letters. I could see the writing of Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, Fred, George, Jason and even one from Neville! I made a lurch for them, but Dobby quickly pulled it out of my grasp.
"Dobby wanted Harry Potter to think his friends had forgotten him…then maybe he would not want to return to Hogwarts…unfortunately that meant Dobby had to take Lydia Black's letters…Harry Potter had to believe," Dobby said. Harry lurched for them as well. "And Harry Potter and his friend will get them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word. Harry Potter will not return to Hogwarts!"
"No!" Harry rejected angrily.
"Then Harry Potter gives Dobby no other choice," he said sadly. My eyes widened and my stomach sickened when the house elf reached for the doorknob and darted out of the room. Harry immediately followed him. I was frozen for a few seconds. If the Muggles saw him…
Dobby and Harry stood in the kitchen when I found them. Petunia's pudding masterpiece was floating high in the air, threatening to drop. "Hogwarts is my home. Just please don't—"Harry was begging. I hid behind the door. No good could come of this.
"Then Dobby must do it, sir."
I stared in horror as the pudding splattered on the floor, walls, Harry and everything it could reach. Before the dish could cling and break on the floor, Dobby had Disapparated with a crack. Not a second later, the Muggles raced into the kitchen and Petunia screamed. Harry stood shaking in the middle of the kitchen, covered head to toe in cream.
"Just my nephew and his friend. They're both very disturbed, that's why we keep them upstairs," Vernon tried to cover. It seemed as though it had worked, though the Masons looked very shocked. I was just barely peeking around the door, but the Dursleys were able to see me. Harry was forced to scrub the mess, and I stepped in before he could get yelled at.
"Wait, it wasn't his fault!" I cried, stepping in front of Harry.
"Then who's was it?" Vernon growled very sharply. Well, I couldn't very well tell him it was a house elf—that'd just get us in more trouble.
"It—it was—me," I told him bravely. "I, uh, told him too. Thought it'd be funny."
"It was both of us!" Harry cut in hurriedly, trying to save me from getting all the blame.
"Just clean—it—up," Vernon snarled. "I'll deal with you once our guests leave."
And Vernon left to attend to the Masons. Harry was still shaking; we assisted each other in cleaning the kitchen. But of course, there was indeed a way this day could get worse, because in flew an owl! This was the last straw for the Masons. Mrs. Mason ran from the house, screaming bloody murder—apparently she was afraid of birds…how irrational. Mr. Mason fled not longer after; he was not too happy.
Eyes flashing dangerously, he handed Harry the letter the owl had dropped on top of Mr. Mason's head. I listened intently and horrified as Harry read. They were aware that the Hover Charm had been performed at this house and it was reminding us to not use any more magic over the holidays or we may risk expulsion.
I banged my head heavily against the wall, groaning, "Why, Dobby? Stupid, stupid Dobby!" Petunia looked at me as if I was crazy, but Vernon focused on Harry, a demonic glint in his eyes.
"Slipped your mind to tell us that you freaks aren't allowed to use magic outside of school?" Vernon questioned, an insane undertone in his voice. My hair faded red at the word 'freaks'. "Well, I've got news for you, boy…I'm locking you up…you're never going back to that school…never! And you… you can join him, girl!"
I performed a last resort move. I made my hair fade to the deepest red I could manage, as well as my eyes. I growled like a vicious dog, baring my teeth. Dudley and Petunia screamed; I had managed to look a frightening as possible. "You bloody Muggles are not locking us up, and we are going back to Hogwarts," I barked viciously. Vernon, unexpectedly, was unfazed.
"Oh, are you?" he growled back, and took Harry and me by the hair, dragging us upstairs. I did everything—I tried to bite him, scratch him, kick him, etc. Nothing worked. We were stuck,
By next morning, we had bars on our window—and absolutely no chance at Hogwarts this year.
Kinda a cliff hanger there, haha. Hope you guys enjoyed it and REVIEW! :D I wanna hear what you guys think!
CaptJess :)