I looked around the grand hall. I saw my brother, watching with excitement. A kid with short messy silver hair was shaking beside me. He was weak, that much was true. Paul was his name; Paul Bielschmidt. Cousin of the infamous Gilbert Bielschmidt. Said man was sitting up at the table before us eleven year olds.
My brother, Rajesh, says I should lighten up. How could I lighten up, when the stories he told, I would be dragged into. As the apparent Deputy headmaster called our names, I became impatient. Finally he reached my name. As I approached I lifted the hat, setting it on my head. Despite the headmaster's half order to sit, the hat shouted ravenclaw. I tossed the hat back on the small sad excuse of a stool, walking to the table that had erupted. I saw my brothers sad face. I gave him a shrug which made him give a half smile, nod and cheer for the kid that was placed in his house.
After another twenty minutes, we were allowed to eat. I had been starving. I would have lied if I said I wasn't nervous. My anxiety had gotten the best of me, making me not eat all day.
I looked over at Paul. He had been placed in Hufflepuff, making me wonder if he was put in the right house. Was any of us put in the right house? I looked over at my grandfather. He was sitting at the table, being a teacher at Hogwarts was hard for him, with all his grandchildren living with him, their parents out of the picture.
"Sakina, was it? I'm Alice Kirkland." I looked at this girl. She had bright green eyes, blond pigtails and glasses. She was on the short side, at least compared to me she was short.
"I know who you are. Your brother, Oliver, cousins. This is a world where we all know one another... Even the Jones manage to slip in everywhere." I responded, "Everyone knows the Jones is the largest family in the Wizarding world. It use to be the Weasley's, and before that, the Black's." The table had gone quiet. Alice leaned over and whispered, "That name is taboo around here. You most certainly should not speak of the name again." I looked at her, "Why? Because he was the only man to have ever escaped Azkaban? You realize he was cleared of all charges right?" They seemed weary, as they all seemed to not look at me. I sighed, looking to Rajesh. He was giving me a quizzical look, but I shrugged. I stood up when i finished eating, walking over to Rajesh, "I need the bathroom." I said. I noticed some eyes on me. Raj laughed, "That's what your prefects are for!"
"Yes, but you are Head boy. Show me now." He sighed, standing up, grabbing a pork chop with a fork, eating it as he led me. "I don't know how you can eat while walking. Grandfather must have been shaking his head with an 'Aiya!' muttered"
"Perhaps, but short of telling me not to throw my food, he can't tell me how to eat it. As long as it isn't being thrown."
"Once again, I wonder how it is you became head boy." I stared at all the moving pictures. I recognized most, as I was one of few that Grandfather was able to teach about the wizarding world. It seemed really important these days that we learned about everyone major in the wizarding world before we entered hogwarts. I began to think of my older brother, who never got a Hogwarts letter, and my cousin who also never got his letter. Grandfather had taken care of the whole family, but not all of us were lucky to recieve a letter.
"What do you think Kin and Hira are doing?" Rajesh seemed to go rigid, stopped his chewing. He swallowed, "Heres the bathroom. When you come out I'll answer."
I didn't take long, maybe three minutes before I headed to the door. Just as i opened the door, i tripped on something, falling on my face. I heard two sets of laughs, looking up I saw my brother laughing hysterically and something floating above him, spinning.
"Oh god Peeves! That was just what we needed!" I stood up growling, but started laughing with them.
"Hey! She laughs at her own demise! I like her!" The ghost said, then went off, waving bye. I looked at the asian before me shaking my head. I dropped my arms to my side when i saw he was becoming solemn. Our brother and cousins non-magical ability was a sore subject for everyone.
"I spoke with our brother, when he never received his letter. You were too young obviously, but he was so distraught. He thought he would be cast out of the family. He took it so personally, that he refused to eat with the family. Grandfather tried, though futile, to get Hiro out of the room, but he couldn't even speak to Grandfather. For a while we thought maybe the rest of the family had been cut. Then you got your letter, so we know it is just those two." he paused, seeming to think of his words carefully.
"Hiro thought he was done. That Grandfather would kick him out. Obviously he never did but… I talked him out of his fear, and after I got him to talk to Grandfather, he had calmed down. Actually, I been writing to him every few days because…" he looked around, ushering for us to start walking. "I know he can't use magic, but I had been teaching him potions!" he had a big grin, and I looked at him, dissapprovingly.
"So you are the reason he got badly burned, and I was sworn to not say anything to grandfather."
He nodded, reaching the grand hall doors. I sighed, "Remind me to avoid you at all costs here. Id rather not be burned." I went to grab the grand hall door, but Raj grabbed me looking serious.
"You know it is just Hiro and Kin home now, right? Hiro might teach kin in potions but… we both know kin is a lot more sensitive than Hiro is."
"What are you trying to imply, raj?" I asked, eyes narrowing at him. Part of me knew, knew how kin was, and he was not like the rest of us in any way shape or form.
"I am just saying, he didn't have me to help this summer, and although Hiro can help, no one was there but you. You and grandfather. You like to shut yourself in, so this summer was a big hit on Kin. He had no family beside him when he really needed it. Don't be surprised if we get bad news, is all I am saying."
I knew what he meant, but as the realization sunk in, it hurt. For the first time it felt like I had betrayed my family. "Look, just write Kin every so often. He'd appreciate it, that's all." I nodded, walking in, brother following right behind me. He kissed my cheek, gave me a reassuring smile, and left for the Hufflepuff house. I went back to Ravenclaw, looking up at my grandfather. He was poised as usual, seeming to be inching away from this very large man wearing a scarf beside him.
Sitting down the girls leaned towards me, wanting to know who the cutie from Hufflepuff was. I glared, "It's my brother." they all blushed, leaning back, looking away again. Once more I sighed. 'Please let this year get over quick…' I thought to myself.
The night was over, as we headed to the dorms. I got dressed for bed, the other girls were taking longer than what I was use to. I decided I'd go for a walk, leaving the room. Surely the first night I wouldn't be in trouble. I saw the lounge was packed, but continued on anyway. This house might be hard, since our Family had always been in Hufflepuff, the exception being grandfather, whom was in Slytherin. I closed the door behind me and started down the staircase, just wanting to explore the area.
"Yo!" I stopped, sighing. So much for exploring. I turned and saw blond hair, blue eyes and glasses running towards me. "Yes?" I replied, attempting to feign innocence.
"Best if I come with ya. You'll get in trouble if you are alone." my eyes widened in surprise.
"You're going to walk with me and not make me go back in?"
"Nah. Ravenclaw tower is usually abandoned, but first night, teachers go EVERYWHERE. So, as long as you have me, you'll be fine. Names Alfred, I'll be your Hero tonight!"
"Well, Alfred, I'm Sakina, and thank you, but why would just your presence keep me from getting in trouble?"
"I'm 7th year Prefect. Been Prefect three years running, unfortunately Rajesh got Head Boy, so I don't have rounds. Just headboy and headgirl tonight." I nodded, as we began to descend the ever moving staircases. We walked in silence for a moment, then he began making noises with his mouth. It began to be annoying, but I felt rude asking him to stop. It seemed like it was either noises or conversation. Lesser of two evils I suppose.
"So Alfred, You said you are a 7th year prefect. What do you plan on doing after Hogwarts?" He seemed to slump his shoulders.
"I actually don't know…" He admitted. "I am very good at many things, but… I can't seem to find the right place to go. I spoke to someone from the Ministry of Magic, I qualify for many positions, however they said I had to choose one. With the Dark Lord go-"
"Voldemort."
"Shh!" he looked around panicked. "You must never speak his name! You know he died right on our grounds, his spirit could be lingering! Some say just whispering his name could bring him back from the dead!" I laughed. Downright laughed. We had stopped three quarters down the tower.
"If it was that easy, He'd be terrorizing us right now. I read all about him, and his reign. Ever since he was in School he was a nuisance. A very smart nuisance, but he is never coming back. He died when Harry killed him. To think, an 18 year old boy, running his entire life from this foe, he knew nothing about, must be…" I struggled to find the word to fit this strangers feelings.
"Amazing?" I shook my head,
"Terrifying." I decided that was the most accurate. To run from an unknown force, but knew it was after you, all the while running towards it to kill it? It most certaintly sounded like terror was the most accurate.
"Terrifying? Why would that kind of adventure be terrifying? I mean yeah, He-who-must-not-be-named was amazingly strong, and a bad guy, but to be like, 'Yo bro! Stop your crap! I'm going to take your bloody ass down!' and succeed, that was amazing."
I looked at him quizzically. I continued walking, him following as I figured.
"How much of the story do you know?" I was very curious at this point. Grandfather was adamant that we learned our history, but the story of 'The boy who lived' had always grasped my attention.
"To be honest, I was out of class that lesson, and I was excused for the week, so not much. Just that Harry's parents were killed by him, he had a run in during the Triwizard Tournament and then killed him on school grounds three years later."
"Oh Alfred, there is so much you don't know!" We were walking down a corridor, seeming to be heading for the great Hall. "Voldemort did kill Harry's parents, but Voldemort tried to kill harry too. He failed, and Albus Dumbledore…" I continued on about Harry's protection, His years at hogwarts, to how he never graduated Hogwarts,was in hiding with his best friends for two years, on some kind of secret mission according to some rumors. Then he was killed, somehow brought to life, and killed Voldemort. He had many enemies, but a lot of friends who had died, and that most of the students today would not be here if it had not been for the young man. "It is why I cherish Hogwarts and the Wizarding world so much more. My grandfather, he was in custody for having stolen magic. Harry freed him and when he was told to escape the country, he was heading for China. However… the death eaters had captured him again, but he put up a fight. He went into hiding much like the other muggle-borns." We had come to the Great Hall stopping in front.
"Sounds like you are really into the dude." I nodded. "If he had not saved my Grandfather, he would not be here now, teaching, he would not have had my mother, who in turn would never have had me."
"Wow… looks like I missed a very important lesson…" I nodded.
"Voldemort is a very dark stain on the Wizarding world, a man who had almost achieved immortality and yet, Harry was the bravest to face him on his own."
"What happened to Harry after that? He return to school?" I shook my head.
"He became an Auror. I heard he has a scar on his cheek from his work though. A lot of Death Eaters are still on the run, if they are still alive."
"You seem to know a lot." another voice chimed. I jumped, looking up at the Main Entrance. There stood a man with a young boy beside him, a young girl on his other side. The man had glasses, and two scars, one on his cheek, another on his forehead.
I went straight, bowing. "I-it is such an honor sir!"
"Don't bow. I haven't earned that honor just yet. I am only dropping off two new students."
The boy had dark black hair, pale skin. The girl looked about the same age, but hair longer, and a dark brown. They both seemed to have dark green eyes.
"Who is he?" Alfred asked.
"Oh, I am Harry Potter. What's your name?"
"Oh!" Alfred seemed to get excited. "I'm Alfred Jones! Seventh year prefect!" He held a hand out. They shook as Harry smiled. "I'm taking these two to Ludwig's office. Best you two get back to your Dormitories." He nodded at us to get going.
"Sorry Mr. Potter. I just went for a stroll because I couldn't sleep. Alfred was just accompanying me so as I would not get in trouble."
"Alfred sounds like a nice guy to do that. Well, I must be going, Good Night."
"Good night." me and Alfred said in unison. We turned to walk back to Ravenclaw tower, but I called out to Harry, "Sir! If it isn't too much to ask, could I borrow an afternoon of your time? I would love to conduct a personal Interview. There is so much the community does not know, same as I, and I would like the holes filled in if you will."
He seemed to contemplate. "I think we can arrange that. Someone needs to conduct a proper interview." he smiled, waving and ushered the kids to keep moving.
"I can't believe you have an interview with Harry fucking Potter! Day one and you are already going to be a big hit!"
"Hardly." I responded, having already formed several questions in my head.
"What are you going to talk to him about?" Alfred asked eagerly.
"Everything. There were so many rumors going around Hogwarts during his stay, no one ever asked him his opinion on what happened. We only know the major points, like the Triwizard Tournament, no idea how his name got in the goblet, but Voldemort came back the night the tournament was over, and Cedric Came back dead. We don't know what happened that night. The battle at the Ministry, that the Ministry did not know of. Rumors Voldemort was there, but no knowledge of how he got in or if he was even truly there. Albus' death, who killed him. Rumors that he left Harry, Ron and Hermione gifts, but no word what they were. There was an altercation supposedly at the Lovegood's home, but nothing concrete on it all the way to the Battle of Hogwarts, and what transpired that day or even What Harry was even doing there. Most of the people who were fighting were all either former members of the Order of Pheonix from the first Wizarding World, or graduated students, exception of Harry and his two best friends as they had never graduated school."
Alfred seemed perplexed "How do you know so much? I don't think anyone in our house knows as much as you and Ravenclaws are the most intelligent."
"I just really followed the stories. Grandfather was adamant about it." I responded. We began the ascent of the tower. "Do me a favor?"
"Sure!"
"Don't tell anyone. I want one on one, but… I don't want people to know until the interview is done, as well as the article."
"Really!? This is BIG news, but sure. I'll keep it hush hush." She nodded.
"Oh, and thanks. I think I'll sit in the Common room a bit get all my questions set out."
"No Problem. I need to figure out my Quidditich try-outs anyway."
"Really? You know back home, my family plays Quidditch. Grandfather is rep, but we all form mini teams. We form two teams, unless people don't want to play, then minimum is one seeker, one keeper and two chasers. Sometimes if it's an odd number, we'd have them be neutral and to go for the first person they see. I always got Seeker. I'm the best at it."
"Really?" We got into a talk about my families plays and Quidditch all together, that by the time we got back to the Common Room, we say and continued talking until the early morning. We both looked at each other sheepishly, getting ready for our classes, knowing we wouldn't be able to get any sleep now. He pinned a date and time for try outs on the bulletin before leaving. As Everyone filed out for class, I took a look at the try outs. It was Seeker and Beater, and that no first years could try out. I felt dejected at that. "After the whole night of talking…" I muttered heading to Breakfast. I sat down, pulling the schedule out once I arrived at the Ravenclaw table. I saw there was three hours before my first class. "So, Anyone happen to know Charms first lesson?" I asked, looking around at everyone. I got wierd looks and it was extremely uncomfortable. "What? I just want to be prepared."
"Sakina, We don't have class today. It's Sunday." I blinked, then laughed, "Oh Silly me! I completely forgot!" I laughed nervously, and got up, grabbing some snacks, "Excuse me." I started heading for the doors, planning to sleep in today.
"Sakina baby!" I turned confused. It was Alfred, hugging me before I could react. "Please come to try-outs today!" He beamed.
"But, you said no first years…"
"Yeah, because I want you to try out only. You'd only embarrass the other first years." he grinned. I chuckled. Okay, he more than made up for his post.
"Alright. I'll be there this afternoon. I'm headed to the dorms, Got that thing, don';t forget." He nodded, "Got ya."
Just as I started for the door, the Headmaster spoke, "Students please take your seats! We have some new news to share this morning. Last night, We did not get to all students, as some had to confirm and verify some information with the Ministry. They arrived late last night and now, they must be sorted. We also have a transfer student, From Durmstrang. You all Remember the winner of the Triwizard Cup last year, Alejandro Carreido." he waved his hand, the hat and stool appearing before him. Harry walked into the Great Hall, three kids in tow. The two from last night, and a third bigger kid. I assumed he was Alejandro.
He had long brunette hair, pulled back into a red ribbon pony. He had tan skin and beautiful Green eyes. He most certainly was handsome, meaning all the girls were going to follow him like lost puppies. I sighed. "This is going to be a terrible year…" I muttered.
The transfer went first, being placed in Gryffindor. The table applauded, and then the girl went. She was placed in Slytherin. "Sirius Black." the room went rigid. You could feel the tension suddenly like it was choking everyone. He walked up and was announced Gryffindor. My ears perked, looking surprised. A black had survived? I wondered how that was possible, all the blacks were dead, no relatives anymore, no one left to own the secret Black home.
"One more announcement." Ludwig yelled, "As many of you have learned about the story of 'The boy who lived' He is partaking in an interview which is being conducted by a Hogwarts Student. Sakina Kushala, who has asked Mr. Potter for an interview, this afternoon, was accepted, and will be placed in the school paper, as well as the Daily Prophet. Let us wish her luck, on this Historical moment for not only her, but the wizarding world altogether." he nodded, then went to sit down. I was dumbfounded. I didn't want anyone to know until after!
Harry walked over, "I have to make a run now, but i'll be back in time for lunch, After we both eat, we can go somewhere private to conduct the interview, okay?"
"Y-yes sir." I mumbled. He smiled, patted my shoulder and walked away. The room erupted after he left, with congratulations, questions for me to ask him as well as how I knew him. It seemed the hype of new students died quick with the idea of a first year conducting a very big interview.
A/N: Hello lovelies. First off, This will take me some time to write, create the full plot etc. To start, the year is 2046, Harry Potter is 66 years old. Sakina is a big fan and she is going to explore Harry's life a bit, but live a life of her own(as I have discovered some theories both canon and not) that I am going to exploit. When this entire story is done, I will have a final chapter, that has all the notes from the beginning that helped me out here. So when I say this is done, and a new chapter is uploaded soon after, you will know what it is. Also! all other stories are on Hiatus, until further notice(not sure If I stated this before or not so I will again) This will be the only story I work on for the time being. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you enjoy this story as well! If you have any information about what character represents what, let me know. I will post who represents what as far as the Hetalia world goes, but to clarify!
This is the Harry Potter Universe, The Hetalia Characters live within it but they do not have the personification status, they are just human witches and wizards.
