Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Note: This story will contain facts from both the books and movies.
Note 2: This story is strictly AU, will have OC, and characters may be OOC. Also, this story takes place in Harry's sixth year. Sirius is also alive in this story.
Warning: Yaoi and Yuri alert.
Harry Potter
and
The Feathers of Freedom
Chapter One
Father's Comfort
Have fun and Come Home
It was night. Atop a small hill rose a tall, white mansion. Inside the huge mansion was a family, breaking into pieces.
"You are an abomination!" A man roared at the child before him. The child was eight, and she simply stood and listened to her parents rant. She was completely emotionless, and didn't seem to care much of what her parents said. Her seriousness was unnerving.
Three other children watched helplessly as their parents screamed at their sibling. They were two girls and one boy. The first girl was eleven, and she stood to the side. Her knees were weak; she didn't know how to help her younger siblings. The second girl was only six and in tears, hiding behind her brother. She screamed for her parents to stop, but they didn't listen. The next was their nine year old brother who held his younger sister, trying not to cry himself.
"Why can't you just be a normal child!?" Their mother questioned the girl. "Why couldn't you have been born a normal child!?"
The girl didn't answer, but only continued to stare. The man grew angry at his unresponsive daughter and immediately slapped her. To this, the youngest girl screamed, more tears flying. She pleaded to her parents to stop, but they continued to be deaf to her.
"Get out of my house before I kill you!" The man screeched, "Get out! Get out!!!"
The girl simply turned on her heels and walked towards the door, without a word or sound. The man glared at her back as she reached the door. His wand whipped out, and he pointed it at her.
"No!!!" Screamed the youngest daughter, flinging her small frame at her father, trying to knock the wand from his hand.
The girl turned on her heels. Her eyes widened as she saw her younger sister fly and hit the wall, collapsing to the floor unconscious.
"Stop it!" The boy shouted at his father. In his rage, the man advanced upon his own son. The boy quickly turned to the girl, who was now crying: she'd caused their pain. "Get out of here! Hurry!"
"But – " She protested.
"Go Aletheia!" The boy yelled, "Go, now!"
Aletheia turned on her heels and ran from the mansion. Tears fell down her cheeks as she heard more shouts and screams from behind. She ran and ran, engulfed in darkness, pain, rage, and fear………
Aletheia's eyes snapped open only to look at calm grey blue eyes. His handsome face was framed with black hair, tall and muscular, but not overly so.
"F-Father…" Now thirteen year old Aletheia choked out to her adopted father.
"It's okay, Ally." Regulus, now in his mid thirties, spoke to her softly, "You're going to be alright. I'm sure of it."
Aletheia pressed her face into his chest, tears falling once again from her purple eyes. They were extremely dark purple eyes, but the color of them shifted lightness and darkness depending upon lighting.
"Are you sure you want to accept this job offer?" Regulus asked her.
Aletheia immediately nodded, "I've nothing else to do, what with my…"special" magical powers. Working at Hogwarts is all I will probably ever get."
"But Defense Against the Dark Arts? That's a pretty shifty position. The stakes…"
"Please, Father, don't tell me you believe in that so called curse too!?"
Regulus sighed and smiled softly at his daughter, "I suppose…But if you really want to go to work, then I can't stop you."
"I'll make you proud, Father." Aletheia stated.
"I'll bet you will. But you do realize that this means you'll be seeing your brother and sisters."
"Yes, and so?"
"You'll be their teacher, and after five years…Won't it be a bit awkward?"
"Not so much; after all, I have kept in contact with them. Thank god they managed to get away from our original family. I just hope they've gotten along as well as they tell me."
Harry Potter walked with Ron and his family as well as Hermione through the busy train station of King's Cross, pushing there own possessions on trolleys towards Platform 9¾. Hedwig lightly hooted, Pig zoomed around in his cage, and Crookshanks lightly purred in his basket.
"Harry Potter!" A squeaky voice sighed to him as a puff of smoke suddenly appeared on his trolley.
"Sssh!!" Harry hissed to Dobby the House Elf. "Shut up! And get down!"
Dobby quickly hid behind Hedwig's cage, looking about for some hidden danger.
At his confusion, Hermione said, "People don't just up and appear in puffs of smoke in Muggles' area."
"What're you doing here anyway?" Ron questioned.
"Don't be mean." Ginny stated.
"Do you mind moving?" A sharp and familiar voice spoke behind them. They turned to see Draco, his things being pushed by a servant. "Unlike you blathering idiots, I don't want to be late for the train. Now, move."
Draco and his servant pushed past the four and on to the gateway to Platform 9¾.
A moment later and Draco was joined by Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Draco wasted no time in detaching himself from the pesky group, disappearing without another word to them towards the luggage area, his servant following.
"Well that was weird." Ron stated, "Usually he'd say something more than 'Move' to us."
"Hermione!" A voice called above the crowd. A girl suddenly emerged from the sea of people, already dressed in her black robes. She seemed urgent, and her face expressed worry. Her hair was dark black, a bit wavy, and reached slightly past her shoulders. Eyes, deep and understanding, were a shining cross between aqua, aquamarine, and cerulean.
"Ziba?" Hermione questioned.
Ziba ran up to Hermione, panting hard as if she'd been running for a while now, "Hermione, have you any idea where my younger sister Chaele is? We got separated in the crowd, and I can't find her!"
"Calm down!" Hermione said, calming her frantic friend down.
"Who's she?" Ron questioned.
Harry kicked his friend in the shin. Ginny giggled.
"We just got here, but we haven't seen Chaele." Hermione said.
"What's she look like?" Harry asked.
"She's shorter than us, because she's going to be a first year at Hogwarts this year. She's got really long, light black hair, the tips a sunny brunette with the same colored highlights too. They're natural, and her eyes are the same color as mine, if not a little lighter. She's also wearing her robes now too."
"We'll help look for her." Ginny commented.
"Thank you!" Ziba said before turning to return to her search.
"You still haven't explained who she is." Ron said
"Oh, honestly Ron, don't you even recognize her!? You should!" Hermione answered
"She does look familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it." Harry said.
"You're both idiots, aren't you?" Ginny questioned, "She's a sixth year Gryffindor too!"
"She is!?" Ron asked, "Hm…You'd think I'd know that by now."
"It's only because you two are blinder than a bat." Ginny said dryly.
"We really should be helping her find her sister." Harry said.
"Harry's right." Hermione agreed, "We can discuss this later." They waved goodbye to Dobby.
The students were boarding the train now. Still no sign of Chaele. The group waved goodbye to Mrs. and Mr. Weasley before boarding. They found a compartment in the back, as usual. Shortly afterwards, Luna and Neville joined them.
Across the hall, Harry noticed, sat Ziba across from a boy. He was fourteen and had dark black hair, much like Ziba. His hair was cut short, but not military style short, and his eyes were just a bit darker than Ziba's. Ziba caught Harry watching and smiled. Her friend turned to him as well and waved.
Harry smiled back at the two before turning back to his friends.
"We've gotta get to the front compartment." Ron stated, standing with Hermione, "Prefects job you know."
His friends nodded, and the two left the compartment.
She wandered aimlessly through the halls. She'd been searching for her sister and brother for so long, she nearly missed the train. Now everywhere she looked, the compartments were all filled.
She walked by a particular compartment and found that there was one seat, in between two boys. The compartment was full of people she didn't particularly know, none of which were in the stories that her sister or brother told her. Except one of the boys, the pale one with silvery blonde hair. She remembered her sister talking about him and remembered his name to be Draco Malfoy.
Resigning, Chaele slowly slid the door open. All talk ceased, and they all turned to look at her. Chaele became more self conscious of herself than normal, and shyly stepped into the compartment. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Mentally, she shook herself and built her courage up.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if that seat was taken…"
"Why yes, I believe it is." Pansy rudely answered, even though it completely obvious that it wasn't.
Recognizing the aqua eyes, Draco threw Pansy a glare. She withdrew. Draco turned to Chaele, "What's your name?"
"Chaele…Chaele Fortunata." Chaele answered timidly, but looked him straight in the eye.
Now he for sure knew who she was, or rather who she was related to. Sighing to himself, Draco said, "There's not one sitting here. Sit."
Pansy, as well as many of the others in the compartment, minus Blaise who was the other one beside the empty seat, looked as if they were going to protest, but stopped at Draco's icy stare.
Chaele, finding courage in his words, moved to sit next to him and Blaise. Draco turned to her again, "So, is your sister Ziba Fortunata?"
Chaele nodded, "Yes, she is. Have you heard of her?"
"She's a stinkin Gryffindor." Pansy spat, "Everyone's heard something about the stupid girl."
"How dare you insult my sister." Chaele said firmly, anger blazing in her words.
"Oh, a pipsqueak like you thinks you can challenge me?" Pansy asked, "Me? A Slytherin sixth year!?" Pansy stood, her behemoth like state evident.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Hm…" Chaele said bluntly, shyness lost, "I think I just remember my sister telling me about you. Were you the "duck footed idiot" who kept "stepping on Draco's feet" during the Yule Ball in your fourth year? Or were you the idiot who said pixie dust can actually make you fly?"
Pansy's face nearly turned red at her words, anger bubbling forth. Chaele simply stared back, waiting for her to say something else. Instead, Pansy's wand whipped out, pointing it immediately at Chaele.
The compartment door suddenly whipped open and in stepped a thirteen year old girl. Her hair was dark black, extremely long, and tied in a fancy Chinese style. In her hair was a nice Chinese hair pin; it was a chopstick like stick placed inside her hair, with decorative hangings off the end depicting a silvery dragon and a white phoenix. Instead of the regular robes everyone wore, she wore an elegant Chinese pien-fu. It was black, the long billowing sleeves and sash a midnight blue. A white phoenix like bird extended over the beautiful clothing.
"That's quite enough." The girl said in a beautifully calm voice. The girl had been developing for quite sometime, even for a thirteen year old. Her skin was fair, smooth, and a tad bit pale, and she had a petite chest. Chaele's eyes widened.
"And who're you supposed to be?" Pansy scoffed at her.
"Your new teacher." Aletheia answered her deep, calm eyes landing on Pansy momentarily.
"Our new teacher!?" The students in the room sounded.
"A kid like you?" Draco jeered.
"Yes." Aletheia said. "Now, Chaele, come along then."
Chaele nodded and stood. She momentarily stopped and turned towards Draco and Blaise, "Thank you."
Chaele turned back to her sister and the two exited together, the compartment of people watching confusedly.
"That wasn't exactly the group of people I expected you to be sitting with today." Aletheia commented once they were in the hall.
"I didn't expect you to be here either!" Chaele said. "Are you really coming to be a teacher?"
"Well, there's a post open, isn't there?"
Chaele nodded, "This is wonderful! Wait'll I tell Ziba and Varick!"
"A bit excited aren't you?" Aletheia raised an eyebrow at her ecstatic sister.
Chaele giggled, and Aletheia rolled her eyes.
"First years!" Hagrid shouted above their heads, "First years this way!!"
"I've got to get going." Chaele turned to her sister as they departed the train.
"Go, then." Aletheia turned to her as well, "I'll see you during the Sorting Ceremony."
Chaele nodded before striding towards Hagrid with the other first years.
Aletheia disappeared into the crowds of people as well. As she weaved among the crowd, Regulus's voice floated back to her:
"Just have fun with it. No one's pressuring you. Just have fun, and come home."
A smile spread across Aletheia's face. "Yes Father."
To Be Continued...