Chapter One
The arrival
Harry lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. Could his summer be any worse? It was
doubtful! His best friends were both out of the country until school started. Ron was
visiting his brother Charlie in Romania, and Hermione was vacationing with her parents
in America. So Harry was stuck spending the whole summer with the Dursleys. Usually
he would spend part of the summer with Ron and his family. Well it definitely couldn't
get any worse!
Harry trudged down to the kitchen for lunch. Uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia were already sitting down, but Dudley was no where insight. Maybe Dudley had finally gotten to large to fit through his bedroom door, because it was unusual for him to be late to lunch. never missed a chance to eat.
"Where's Dudley?" Harry asked.
"Getting ready." Shrieked aunt Petunia.
"For wh...?"
He was interrupted by uncle Vernon.
"Don't ask questions," He said irritated
Harry now noticed that uncle Vernon was wearing his best suit and unt Petunia was wearing a frilly pink dress. He knew the Dursleys liked to eat but this was ridiculous. After about twenty minutes of sitting, Harry's stomach began to growl. Where was Dudley? He finally waddled in wearing a beige sweater and freshly ironed khakis. His hair was slicked back with what seemed to be a whole can of axel grease. It was plastered to his forehead.
"Oh, Duddykinns you look adorable!" cooed Aunt Petunia. Harry was getting annoyed why were the Dursleys acting so weird, and Dresses up for lunch?
"Boy!"
"What?" Replied Harry.
"My niece is coming today boy, she's coming at half past one. My sister has to go away for work in Paris and we have agreed to care for her for a while probably the summer or longer. He paused for a moment, staring menacingly at Harry." She will be arriving on the bus from Pembroke at two but I want you ready in case she's early."
Well it had happened, Harry had finally gotten to the bottom of the hole and Uncle Vernon had thrown him a shovel.
"I didn't know you had two sisters." Harry said.
" Well now you know." Uncle Vernon informed him, with a note of irritation in his voice.
Great, any niece of Uncle Vernon's was going to be worse than Dudley if she was anything like Vernon Or his other sister Marge. Whom Harry had Accidently blown up two summers before.
He had hit and all time low, Double Dudley. He frowned imagining a large girl about the size of a hippo with short blonde hair, and an evil grin. Standing next to Dudley forming a fist, ready to knock Harry's lights out.
"Don't frown at me boy!" Screeched Uncle Vernon.
"I-I-I wasn't." stammered Harry.
"Now as I was saying," continued Uncle Vernon. "You are to go up stairs wash up and get ready. I want you to be presentable by one, in case she's early. I don't want you disturbing her while she's staying with us for however long that is, and if you dare mention your abnormality to her you will have to answer to me."
Harry knew he was talking about the fact the he was a wizard. The Dursleys would not have him talking about anything to do with magic under their roof.
"Well what are you sitting here for boy?" asked Aunt Petunia.
"It's lunch time I'm hungry!" Replied Harry.
"You can eat later!" She said, "now go!"
Harry got up and walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, as he reached the stairs an unpleasant nosie filled his ears.
"And remember boy don't you dare mention the m-m word!"
It was a quarter past one and Harry was feeling irritable. He had washed up and put on his "best" clothes. Which consisted of one of Dudley's old dress sweaters; a particularly large and forest green one, that came down to his knees. And a extremely baggy pair of blue jeans that he had to turn up five times so that he wouldn't trip every time he took a step. He opened his wardrobe and starred at his reflection in the mirror. He picked up a comb from his bedside table, and tried to comb his hair. Since it was naturally untidy this was a difficult task. It took him about five minutes to get it into some sort of order. Then he flung himself down onto the bed, once again staring at the ceiling. Yes, he thought his summer could get worse. It just had! At least he thought, with a sigh of relief. She wasn't related to him.
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Sarya sat in the back seat of the city bus, that was taking her to # 4 Privet Drive were she would be spending the next few years of he life depending how her mothers new costume designer. She had never met her aunt, uncle, and cousin. She felt nervous. She was only told a week ago that she would soon be arriving at Privet Drive. The bus hit a bump, she left the seat and flew about a foot in the air, and landed hard on her backside. Her purse spilled, and the contents rolled under the seat in front of her. She got up and scrambled to retrieve them all and put them back in her purse. She sat down and placed her purse at her side.
She wanted to lie he head down and sleep, but she knew if she did she might miss her stop. Sarya turned and starred out the window at the quickly passing landscapes. Small cottages could be seen every once in a while, but it was mostly large and developed houses. They were nothing like her home in the small town of Pembroke. Pembroke was located on the western coast of Whales. Remembering her homeland brought back a few things that she rather not remember.
Whales had long been rumored to have magical heritage. It wasn't unusual for children to got to school and learn about divination and such. Sarya never really liked this though magic frightened her, not that she didn't think it was fascinating, but the fact that if someone used the powers they were given unwisely the world could be plunged into the darkness of hatred.
Sarya didn't believe in magic or witchcraft. It would be great if magic really did exist. The witchcraft of her people was not really magic just skill that people had learned, fortune telling and crystal ball gazing, divination properties mostly, but some took what they had learned for granted not used it to help people in need, but to ruin their lives and tear apart their world. And so one had done to her family torn it until their were no more tears to cry, and it was impossible to mend.
While trying to push her unforgettable memories out of her head, Sarya's eyelids began to drop. She lay her head on her hand and slowly drifted into an uneasy sleep
Sarya opened her eyes, the landscapes were still zooming by, now littered with tree's and shrubs. She felt an odd breeze. She looked forward to see if the driver had maybe opened a window.
She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. It was as though someone
had pushed the mute button on the remote control. The bus had vanished and she was sitting on a broom stick. In front of her was a boy around the same age with untidy black hair. He was wearing long black robes, and a pointed black hat. He turned around and smiled at her. He had beautiful green eyes and, she starred upward a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. It was partly hidden by his wild bangs. He started to speak, but the watcher was still taunting her by note letting her hear the boys words.
"This your stop?"
"Huh, wha?" Sarya still trying to here what the boy was saying. She opened her eyes and stared around she was still on the bus that was now stopped.
"This your stop kid?"repeated the driver.
Sarya sat up and stared out the window. They were stopped on a quant suburban street, all the houses were the same and a street sigh stuck in the ground on the corner read
PRIVET DRIVE
Sarya grabbed her purse and stood up. She opened the overhead compartment and pulled out her things; a large army green duffle bag and, a smaller black bag. They were filled with her possessions. She slung the duffle bag over her shoulder and before picking up her black bag stuffed her purse inside, and walked up to the front of the now empty bus.
"Yep," replied Sarya.
"Well I don't have all day!" Said the driver impatiently.
"Yeah O.K. I'm going!"
Sarya stepped off the bus and onto the paved street. With some difficulty because of the added weight of her bags. Sarya looked at the mail box next to her, #1 . She turned and headed in the opposite direction down the street. She heard the bus leaving and then silence. She got to #2, #3, and finally #4. Sarya set her bags down and looked up the driveway of #4. Then back at the mailbox. Yes, this was it #4 Privet Drive. Where she would be spending the next few years of her life.
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"Down here now!"
"O.K."shouted Harry.
Harry got up and bounded down the stairs three at a time he wanted to get it over with, say hi as his aunt and uncle had instructed and never talk to her again. He got to the hallway and went into the living room, he practically jumped into the chair. Dudley, Uncle Vernon, and aunt Petunia were already there. Dudley was standing nervously near the door as if to take her bags, Harry knew better though, was this a joke the only thing he ever lifted was his fork. Uncle Vernon was still wearing his suit, But aunt Petunia now had a fuzzy shawl draped around her shoulders and was sitting on the couch. Uncle Vernon was standing next to her.
"Ooh, oh, she's here!" Squealed Dudley.
Harry got up to look out the window but Uncle Vernon put out a hand and held him back.
"Sit," he commanded. Harry sat.
"Wow, she's really pretty!" Cried Dudley.
Great His Nightmare had just been confirmed. If Dudley thought she was pretty then she must be about the size of a troll and twice as ugly. He thought about the troll he and Ron had fought with trying to protect Hermione, Halloween of their first year. Did she carry a club and have dull dead looking skin too? Dudley scrambled to the door and reached for the handle. Perhaps her brain wasn't extremely large and she didn't have the brains to beat him up. Well Dudley would teach her soon enough.
Harry's mouth fell open, he had a loss for words. Dudley obviously had better taste in girls than Harry had originally assumed. Before him stood a girl no older than he was, with shimmering brown hair that fell down just below her shoulders. She had elegant mysterious silvery eyes that sparkled in the dim lamp light. She wore a whit tank top and a light green skirt that came down to her ankles. She wore sandals and her toe nails were painted a dark blue, which seemed to be reflected in her silvery eyes.
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Sarya walked down the driveway and stepped onto the front porch. She reached her hand out to open the door, but a few inches from the knob it turned and the door swung open. Before her there were three people; a bony horse faced woman with a light pink dress, and a fuzzy pink shawl rapped around her shoulders. A large man with no neck stood next to her. He wore a black suit with a pinstripe tie, which clashed horribly with his ensemble. They looked as if they were dressed for a formal dinner party. Then her gaze was directed to a boy slumped in a lounge chair on the far side of the room. He had untidy black hair, and his eyes they were strangely familiar. A deep emerald green. The boy, it was the boy from her dream. She looked and sure enough a lightning bolt was slashed across his forehead.
"Um, hi." he muttered. Then he jumped up, turned on his heels and fled up the stairs. She heard a load slam. She felt hurt , why had he run away when he saw her? She pondered this for about a second. Then the lady spoke
"Hello dear I'm your aunt Petunia and this is your Uncle Vernon, your mothers brother." She gestured toward the plump man standing at her side.
"Was that my cousin?" asked Sarya
"No, no dear that was Harry sort of an accident really. Did he bother you dear? If he did we can take care of him, would you rather he eat in his room?" Said Aunt Petunia. She looked as though she totally loathed the boy and wished to the greatest extent that Sarya would say yes.
" No, replied Sarya. "It's O.K." She added quickly.
"Oh," said Aunt Petunia. "Well your cousin Dudley is over there." She pointed a bony finger behind the door. A large boy waddled out from behind it. What little hair he had was plastered to his forehead. He wore a beige sweater, and khakis.
"Dudley aren't you going to ask to take our guest's bags Duddy dear?" questioned Aunt Petunia.
"Um, yeah." He grinned at her and said,"May I take your bags?"
"Yeah, O.K." replied Sarya.
Dudley reached a chubby hand out for her bags. She handed him the black bag, and the duffle bag. He shouldered the duffle and held the black bag. He staggered toward the stairs. He swayed on the spot and tumbled to the ground.
"Are you O.K.?" asked Sarya.
"What did you do to him?"
"Wha," Sarya turned behind her stood aunt Petunia positively fuming at her.
"I-I didn't do anything." She said taken aback. "H-he asked for my bags." she sputtered.
"Petunia dear please calm down." Uncle Vernon looked as though he too was mad but was trying to make a good impression.
"I'm sorry I wouldn't have let him carry them if I didn't know he could handle it." she said.
"Sorry I'm just a little protective of my baby!" Aunt Petunia was bitting her lower lip and speaking through gritted teeth.
Dudley really seemed to want to obey his mothers orders and insisted that he carry something of Sarya's. She ended up digging out her purse for him too carry. He lead her up the stairs and past a shut door, this thought Sarya must be the strange boy's room. The door to the room next-door was open and Dudley lead her right to it.
"this is your room." He said.
"Thanks," replied Sarya. Dudley just stood there staring at her. "What?" Sarya asked.
"Um, d-dinner is at half past five." she finally said.
"Right is that all?"
"Yes," he said.
"Buh, bye." Said Sarya, and quickly shut the door in his face. He was really starting to annoy her, the way he stared. Sarya set her bags down on the floor and flopped onto the bed. She stared at her new room and took in her surroundings; The walls were a creamy color. There was a dresser , who's drawers had been opened so that she could place her clothes inside. A night stand was next to her bed with a lamp. On the far side of the room was a wardrobe, it was the wall that connected her's and that boy's. Behind the door was a large papasan. The canopy bed she was lying on now. And next to her dresser a large window that was letting in the afternoon sun.
She got up and unzipped he black bag, inside were her clothes she picked them up and placed them neatly into her dresser drawers. She set her purse on the dresser top, and took out her brush and alarm clock, and set them both on the night stand. She then picked up her night gown which she had not put away yet. It was her favorite, one that had belonged to her mother. A long, lavender silk, sleeveless, night dress. She planned on wearing it that evening to bed. She got up and unpacked her duffle after everything was put in it;'s place she stuck her hand in the bag to check and make sure she had gotten everything. She pulled back her outstretched hand holding a large deck of cards. She cringed, her mothers tarot cards. They had been passed down from generation to generation. The only thing she owned that revealed her heritage. She had really hoped she would never own the cards. She opened the drawer containing her socks and buried the cards deep.
Sarya sat on her bed and looked at her clock it was half past four it had taken her a long time to unpack and settle down. She opened one of her top drawers and retrieved her curling iron, eyeshadow, lipstick, and some suitable clothes, and prepared to get ready for dinner.