It was a horribly hot day in Surrey, as Misha woke up that morning. She
was dripping with sweat by the time she got dressed and went out the door.
She could see her 'friend' down the drive in bushes, outside his parlor
window. Misha wanted to call out to him, but she didn't want to start a row
between herself and Mr. Dursley, Harry's uncle. He was always terribly rude
to her even when she was extremely polite to him.
The only time she got to see Harry was during the summer, because during the school year he was supposedly at St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys, and she refused to believe that is were the Dursley's sent him, especially after what had happened with the owls no less than five years ago.
She could admit that strange things have happened surrounding her friend, Harry. However they were no stranger than hat always happens in events surrounding her. Besides the fact that she seemed to be the only who noticed that 'incident' with the owls.
Misha had this strange feeling that he and she were connected. It might have been the strange man with the long, white beard and the half-moon spectacles that used to visit her before accident. Or, it might have been the fact that strangely he knew about him before he came to stay with the Dursley's when she was barely two years old.
When she was nearly eight, she had been playing with a stick that her mother kept in her room, and whilst playing with it, a red spark had come out of the stick and knocked her unconscious. She was in a coma for nearly four years before she finally came out of it. There was a strange lady by her bed when she woke up. She introduced herself.
"Hello Misha, I know we haven't met before, but I am your sister, you can just call me Tonks." She said in a sweet, tenderly voice. "You've been in a coma for the last four years and Mum was getting freaked that you'd hadn't stirred yet. She's said that you've missed quite a lot since you been out."
"What do you mean?" She asked. Misha never knew she had a sister. She had never even seen any pictures of this lady that was sitting in front of her. The only girl that was in the pictures at home that she could remember was a girl with long white hair. Tonks had a brownish-black hairdo.
"The start of...school. The headmaster was sad that you couldn't make it." Tonks said. She realized what she said and made to cover her mouth.
"What school?" Misha questioned.
"Never you mind..." Tonks replied. "Come on, and let's get you home." That had been almost five years ago. The heat was getting to Misha as she sat down on her lawn. All of the sudden, a man in a dress appeared in front of her. It was a man with slick black hair.
"Ah, you must be Misha." He said coldly. "I am here to see Tonks if she is still here." She could have thought she heard him mutter under his breath, "It must be awful on the Tonks, with this child not being able to attend..."
"I am afraid she already left. She said something about getting to work early for something."
"Okay, if she returns later, tell her that Sirius needs to talk to her about how Mr. Potter is making out..."
"You mean Harry, right?" She asked. The man said nothing.
"G'day, Ms. Tonks." He said abruptly and then left.
"Note to self: Never talk to a crazy man in a dress." She said lying down on the grass with the heat bearing down on her. After a few minutes, the heat was getting to her and she got up and went back inside her house.
When she got inside, she looked into the parlor and saw her mom talking to the fireplace. Upon closer inspection, she could see her father's head in the fire place.
"...Dumbledore said, even if it's been 7 years since she was supposed to start at Hogwarts, he could let her in with this year's first years and have her take accelerated courses. He said it would be best let her be able to defend herself, if You-Know-Who has really returned."
"What about her school supplies, we don't have enough in Gringott's to buy her the books."
"Professor McGonagall said that she has every book Misha will need in her personal library. Not to mention all of the books in the library at Hogwarts."
"How are we going to break this to her, I mean since that accident when she got a hold of my wand, and even since before, we led her on like we were a normal family, she doesn't know that we are a wizarding family, and what about Nymphadora. We have been trying to tell her to stay in one common form every time she comes home."
Misha was shocked by what her parents were talking about. They had been lying to her, for her entire life.
"I hate you!" She yelled running into the parlor. "You have been lying to me forever. I hate you both." She ran from the parlor and up the stairs to her room. Once there she grabbed her cloak. Her mom tried to follow her. But once she was in the room, Misha had already gone down the trellis and was running down the street.
She kept running. Eventually she was out of Little Whinging and out of Surrey all together. She was all alone now.
The only time she got to see Harry was during the summer, because during the school year he was supposedly at St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys, and she refused to believe that is were the Dursley's sent him, especially after what had happened with the owls no less than five years ago.
She could admit that strange things have happened surrounding her friend, Harry. However they were no stranger than hat always happens in events surrounding her. Besides the fact that she seemed to be the only who noticed that 'incident' with the owls.
Misha had this strange feeling that he and she were connected. It might have been the strange man with the long, white beard and the half-moon spectacles that used to visit her before accident. Or, it might have been the fact that strangely he knew about him before he came to stay with the Dursley's when she was barely two years old.
When she was nearly eight, she had been playing with a stick that her mother kept in her room, and whilst playing with it, a red spark had come out of the stick and knocked her unconscious. She was in a coma for nearly four years before she finally came out of it. There was a strange lady by her bed when she woke up. She introduced herself.
"Hello Misha, I know we haven't met before, but I am your sister, you can just call me Tonks." She said in a sweet, tenderly voice. "You've been in a coma for the last four years and Mum was getting freaked that you'd hadn't stirred yet. She's said that you've missed quite a lot since you been out."
"What do you mean?" She asked. Misha never knew she had a sister. She had never even seen any pictures of this lady that was sitting in front of her. The only girl that was in the pictures at home that she could remember was a girl with long white hair. Tonks had a brownish-black hairdo.
"The start of...school. The headmaster was sad that you couldn't make it." Tonks said. She realized what she said and made to cover her mouth.
"What school?" Misha questioned.
"Never you mind..." Tonks replied. "Come on, and let's get you home." That had been almost five years ago. The heat was getting to Misha as she sat down on her lawn. All of the sudden, a man in a dress appeared in front of her. It was a man with slick black hair.
"Ah, you must be Misha." He said coldly. "I am here to see Tonks if she is still here." She could have thought she heard him mutter under his breath, "It must be awful on the Tonks, with this child not being able to attend..."
"I am afraid she already left. She said something about getting to work early for something."
"Okay, if she returns later, tell her that Sirius needs to talk to her about how Mr. Potter is making out..."
"You mean Harry, right?" She asked. The man said nothing.
"G'day, Ms. Tonks." He said abruptly and then left.
"Note to self: Never talk to a crazy man in a dress." She said lying down on the grass with the heat bearing down on her. After a few minutes, the heat was getting to her and she got up and went back inside her house.
When she got inside, she looked into the parlor and saw her mom talking to the fireplace. Upon closer inspection, she could see her father's head in the fire place.
"...Dumbledore said, even if it's been 7 years since she was supposed to start at Hogwarts, he could let her in with this year's first years and have her take accelerated courses. He said it would be best let her be able to defend herself, if You-Know-Who has really returned."
"What about her school supplies, we don't have enough in Gringott's to buy her the books."
"Professor McGonagall said that she has every book Misha will need in her personal library. Not to mention all of the books in the library at Hogwarts."
"How are we going to break this to her, I mean since that accident when she got a hold of my wand, and even since before, we led her on like we were a normal family, she doesn't know that we are a wizarding family, and what about Nymphadora. We have been trying to tell her to stay in one common form every time she comes home."
Misha was shocked by what her parents were talking about. They had been lying to her, for her entire life.
"I hate you!" She yelled running into the parlor. "You have been lying to me forever. I hate you both." She ran from the parlor and up the stairs to her room. Once there she grabbed her cloak. Her mom tried to follow her. But once she was in the room, Misha had already gone down the trellis and was running down the street.
She kept running. Eventually she was out of Little Whinging and out of Surrey all together. She was all alone now.