Harry Potter a fan fiction
By Sarah Belk
This is a note to Harry Potter fans and my dear fans:
This is my first fan fiction I have ever written. I decided to make a Harry Potter fan fiction after reading the sixth book, I thought it was amazing but had a few things I would have liked to change. Some of you will hate me for changing the story around, but I wanted to tell this story through the eyes of a different character all together.
It isn't my intention to ruin the Harry Potter series, nor is it my intention to ruin the characters JK Rowling had invented.
My intention for this book is to mainly put my ideas in along with JK Rowling's.
I hope you like this book, and read it many times over.
With all my love in the world for JK Rowling's talent to bring these brilliant characters to life, and to inspire me to write my own books I leave you now with my own interpretation of Harry Potter: and the half blood prince.
Chapter 1
Remus Lupin knocked on the door of an orphanage in Ireland. The orphanage was very old with over run vines growing up the wall and dead flowers rotting in the front.
An older lady answered the door shortly afterwards, she wore an old black maid's uniform that was long overdue for a thorough washing.
"Hello sir, what can I help you with today?" she asked as she ushered Lupin in the brightly colored drawing room and seated him in the comfort of a chair. Her voice was very soft and comforting to hear.
"I'm here to see one of your orphans, she came in here a few months ago. I believe her name is Elisabeth."
"well." she said as if pondering the name. "There are a lot of Elisabeths that reside here, do you know how old she would be?"
"I think she's around the age of sixteen, her father's last name was Faller, if that helps narrow it down a bit."
Without hesitating the old lady started walking up a long corridor towards a huge white marble stair case.
"Emma?" she called up the stairs.
A short time later a very young woman looked down at her from the top railing. She tried to calm down a boy who was crying in her arms.
"What can I do for you Mrs. Watson?" she asked.
"I need you to fetch Samira after you're done with Timothy. There's someone here to see her."
"Right away Mrs. Watson." she said as she hurried down the hall.
Mrs. Watson walked back to the drawing room to meet with Lupin once more.
"Elisabeth doesn't go by her first name any more, she likes to be called by her middle name the name her father gave her, and he called her Samira."
"Do you know why he gave her that name?" asked Lupin.
Mrs. Watson sat on the couch across from where Lupin sat.
"She didn't say, but then again she doesn't talk much. She never really talked at all since she's been here."
"Do you know what happened to her father? Or her mother?"
"Her Father came to talk to us a short time before he died, he told us that Samira's mother abandoned them when she was born, and that they didn't have any other family in Ireland at that time. A few weeks past without a word from Mr. Faller, but then her father was found dead in his home, the police are still trying to investigate his death, since is was a little odd how he died."
"How exactly did he die Mrs. Watson?" Lupin asked sternly.
Mrs. Watson looked down as she tried to recall.
"I remember reading it in the paper that he was killed by what looked like a heart attack. But the police have no clue what could have done it, the people next door said he was as healthy as ever and never showed any signs of illness."
"And where was Elis-- I mean Samira at this time?"
"She was at the local book store, working as always."
The room fell silent for a short time.
"Are you with the police department Mr.?" Mrs. Watson asked now noticing that she never caught his name.
"My name is Lupin, and no, I'm not with the police department. I'm merely here to talk to Samira and see if I can adopt her."
"Well, in any case would you like a cup of tea or coffee while you wait for Emma to bring Samira here?"
"I think tea would be wonderful." Lupin said.
Mrs. Watson left the room, leaving Lupin all by himself in the drawing room.
He looked around at the paintings that hung on the walls; most of them were painted by the children who lived there. Lupin stood up and walked towards them to get a better look at them.
He came to a painting that caught his eye, it was a red bird engulfed in flames, likely to be a phoenix Lupin thought.
He read the scribbled name at the bottom of the painting and realized it said Faller.
As he backed away from the painting he noticed that most of the paintings were by Samira Faller. And that most of them were paintings of magical creatures and of people that Lupin knew.
He noticed with great shock that she was able to paint Sirius Black in astonishing detail. And at the bottom of the page next to her signature was a small title that said 'an innocent angel'.
Lupin smiled at this title, he missed Sirius after the incident at the ministry and longed to see him again and talk to him.
He continued to stare at the paintings when Emma came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Mr. Lupin?" she asked.
He nodded.
Emma walked to the doorway and brought a young girl in.
The young girl was playing with her long blue hair as she walked towards Lupin.
"Mr. Lupin, this is Samira Faller." Emma said, putting both of her hands on her shoulders.
"Samira this is Mr. Lupin, he's here to talk to you, so please be on your best behavior."
Samira nodded. Then Emma left the two alone as she closed the door to the drawing room.
The two were silent for a long awkward time.
"So I see you like to draw." Lupin said trying to make small talk.
"My father taught me." she said in a low voice.
Lupin sat in the chair again and gestured Samira to sit on the couch.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"I was a dear friend of your father's. You look just like your mother, but you do have your father's eyes." Lupin chuckled. "Thank you." she said quietly.
Another long silence filled the room.
"Do you like it here?" he asked.
"As much as a snow owl likes to be caged." she said.
He chuckled a bit at her simile.
"Why are you here?" she asked him.
"Like I said before I was a dear friend of your father's and I just recently heard about his passing. I know you don't know me but your father trusted me with your safety before you were born, and I'm willing to take you back to my home in England."
Samira was shocked.
"I always wanted to go to England, my father talked about it so much, will I be able to go to a school like the one my father took me to?" she sounded very excited now.
"Well what kind school did your father take you too?"
Samira was almost silent.
"It's going to sound crazy." she said. "But he took me to a school that taught magic. I doubt you heard of Durnstrang. " she said under her breath.
Lupin's face lit up, not only was she Edward Faller's only daughter, but she was also a witch.
"Of coarse you can go to a school that teaches magic, I know of a really great school that would take you in."
"What's that?"
"Hogwarts. It's one on the best school's in all England, many witches and wizards go there, and you can make lots of friends too."
Samira was smiling as Lupin continued to talk about Hogwarts, his home and his friends.
"So when can I come and stay with you?" she asked eagerly.
"Well I can take you home with me today if you'd like."
Samira ran through the corridor and up the stairs into her room at the far end of the long hallway.
"Emma!" she yelled as she packed her rucksack.
Emma walked in with a load of clothes in her arms.
"Is that nice man going to adopt you?" she asked.
Samira closed her rucksack and threw it across her shoulder.
"Yes, he's an old family friend, and he came to take me away to England."
Emma put down her load of clothes and hugged her.
"I'm so happy for you Samira, I wish you the best."
Samira hugged her back tighter.
"I'm really going to miss you Emma." Samira's eyes started to tear.
"Oh, don't cry on my account. But I guess if you are going be gone I might as well give you something."
"You don't have to get me anything."
But Emma left the room before she heard her, when she came back Emma was holding a book.
"Here I want you to have this, I bought it for you after I found out that you were a witch."
Samira took the book from Emma
"It's a potion book. Where did you get this?"
"I got it in my neighborhood a few months ago, I thought you might use if you were ever adopted." Emma paused for a second.
"It should be the book for year six but if not, I'm sure Mr. Lupin would buy you the right one."
"Thanks, Emma. You're a true friend."
Emma gave her one last hug before picking up her laundry again.
"I hope you make your father proud at your new home." she said as she left the room.
Samira sat on her bed for a moment, she looked around to make sure she didn't forget anything. Then after a few minutes headed down the hall and down the stairs, where Lupin stood by the door with Mrs. Watson.
"Are you all set?" Mrs. Watson asked her.
Samira nodded to her and followed Lupin out the door to his car.
Once they both were inside Lupin turned to her and said,
"Forgive my driving, I'm a lot better on broom."
Samira laughed at his honesty, because he drove horribly on the Irish road all the way to a small house in the middle of a long dirt street.
Samira slowly opened the door to look upon the building she would soon call home.
It was a small house with crimson exterior and vast windows on the second floor.
Lupin walked up and opened the dark grey door to the house for Samira to walk in.
The house was very spacious and had little to no furniture in it.
"I hope you pardon me for this house's décor, but we're not going to be staying here much longer. We're on our way to a friend's house to stay until I receive word of your transfer to Hogwarts."
Samira put her rucksack near the door.
"Are they anyone that I know?" she asked him.
"I'm afraid not, but Arthur does have children your age who are also going to Hogwarts, I think you would like to meet the lot of them."
Samira sat down on the only chair in the large living room.
"I've never really had other witches and wizards for friends before."
"Then I'll make a call to Arthur and see when it's most convenient for us to stop by." Lupin headed to what Samira guessed to be the kitchen.
"Make yourself at home." Lupin called back to her.
"You're joking right?" Samira asked.
But Lupin didn't answer her instead he went over to a small fireplace and pulled out a small bag out of his coat. He proceeded to pour a strange powder into his hand and threw it on the fire.
Samira looked away. And started to sketch the country side that she saw while on her way to the house. Lupin came back a few minutes later and stood by the kitchen archway.
"Where is the bedrooms at?" she asked.
"They're up stairs to the left." Lupin pointed.
Samira followed his finger to a staircase that was dimly lit, and preceded to clime the stairs slowly.
When she got to the top she looked around for any door that lead to a bedroom.
She came to an opening that had no door to it, but did have a bed inside. She walked in and set her rucksack by the doorway. There was a candle on the end table near the bed and lit it to reveal an almost empty room like the one she was in before. The one thing that she did like was that one of the vast windows almost completely took up one whole wall. Samira walked into the moonlit floor and stared out into the fields that surrounded the house. She strained to make out a town in the distance which Samira thought looked pretty big for an Irish country side.
Just then Samira felt a sharp pain in her stomach, like all of her organs were exploding simultaneously. She let out a great yell and within minutes Lupin rushed thru the opening to find Samira collapsed on the ground. He picked her up and placed her on the bed. As soon as she was out of the moonlight she awoke.
"What happened to me?!" she asked frightened.
Lupin struggled for an answer for a long time then he ran to a small dresser and grabbed a small mirror, that's when Samira saw. Her hair was a dark black and she had grown dog ears. Her eyes changed from her innocent hazel to a horrible bright yellow.
"You're a werewolf." Lupin said. "Just like your father and me." he finished.
"But I don't understand! This never happened to me before, why did it happen now?"
Lupin took back the mirror.
"I think someone knew and gave you a potion before every full moon. Or just kept you from going out into the moonlight. But now that you didn't take it, and you stepped into the dim light you are seeing the aftermath of the accursed moon."
"Can you fix this?"
"Yes, but you'll have to wait a little bit while I make the potion." Lupin walked back down stairs leaving Samira in her bedroom.