Chapter 1

Anja sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, staring out one of the windows.

'There goes Harry.' She whispered to herself.

A black haired boy that was standing with the group of other wizards and witches walked away with a very large man, a woman who looked like a horse (in Anja's opinion, and a boy that was an exact copy of the man (who was probably his father).

One of the wizards that were standing with Harry was walking towards Anja's compartment. Anja looked away and hid her face, which was now covered in tears, with a book. What book? She didn't care.

There was a knock on the sliding door.

'Come in.' Anja mumbled. She knew who was at the door and knew what they were going to talk about. How? Anja had only told mom, dad, Professor Dumbledore and Sirius.

The door slid open and there stood Anja's godfather, Remus Lupin. He didn't stand for very long and sat down across from his goddaughter.

'You read upside down?' Remus asked Anja.

She didn't answer, and didn't do anything.

'I've tried that before.' Remus continued, 'When Lily and James died. It didn't work.'

Remus looked up from the floor and at Anja. He put his hand on the book and pulled it down, but saw nothing but long brown hair covering Anja's face. Remus rolled his eyes and tucked her hair behind her ears.

'You know it's not your fault.' He said staring at her eyes that were closed.

Anja shook her head, 'Yes it is.' She whispered.

'Why?' her godfather asked.

'Sirius wouldn't have gone if I showed up after Christmas. He was so happy to see me, as her. He wanted to show off. '

'And because he didn't want anything to happen to you or Harry. That is why he went with us. It is not your fault. Remus said.

Anja looked up to see Remus' brownish yellow eyes staring back into her eyes that were hazel.

'Harry hates me.' Anja said changing the subject but told the truth.

Remus just sat there holding the book that he took away from Anja.

'He hates me because I spent the past six months with the only parent he had, after his mm and dad and he never talked to him during the time I was with him.'

Remus nodded. 'True.' was all he said.

He stood up and took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to Anja.

'I'll wait until you're ready.' He said and walked out of the compartment and away form the train. Anja stared at the handkerchief and then out the window. 'Things were so much easier when I wasn't a witch.' She said to herself.

Anja stood up and walked to the sliding door, opened it and walked down the corridor, while wiping her eyes.

'So how is she doing Remus?' Tonks asked taking her eyes away from the spot (where the muggles took Harry 'home') for the first time.

'She's doing okay, but not her best. She still thinks that it's her fault and know she thinks that Harry hates her.' Remus answered.

'I wouldn't blame her.' Moody growled, 'But I don't blame the boy either.' he added, pulling his bowler hat down over his magical eye, so that the muggles wouldn't see it.

'Do you know if she's talked to anyone since... you know?' Mrs. Weasley asked.

'Well according to Dumbledore, Anja has become great friends with Hermione and Ginny. Harry gave her the cold shoulder and so did Ron.' Remus concluded.

'Shh! ' Tonks hushed them, as Anja came into view.

Mrs. Weasley was struggling not to go and give her a hug, so Mr. Weasley held her hand.

When Anja reached the group she asked 'Where's Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George? '.

'They left right after Harry did dear.' Mrs. Weasley answered Anja's question.

Anja nodded. She walked up to Mrs. Weasley and gave her a hug. Mrs. Weasley smiled. Anja's tears were back and Mr. Weasley took Mrs. Weasley away to a safe distance.

Anja wiped her eyes and said, 'I think I want to go home now. ' She looked towards the parking lot and saw a Ministry car.

'The Ministry as agreed to drive you to Number- Oof! '. Remus elbowed Tonks in the ribs. 'I mean you know where.' She finished rubbing her ribs.

'Okay.' Anja replied, 'Where's my trunk? She asked looking around the group.

'In the car.' Moody said for the first time since Anja came to stand with them.

Anja nodded for the thousandth time that day and walked to the car and got in.

The car ride to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was long and quiet.

Anja sat in the back of the car while Remus sat in the front of the car with the Ministry driver.

During the long drive, Anja stared out the window, daydreaming and wishing that the day Sirius disappeared behind that veil never happened, that it was all a dream.

The ministry car stopped in front of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Anja stared at the house, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened the car door. She stepped out and walked to the front door, more like walked through the door to the yelling of Mrs. Black's portrait.

'Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, be gone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers-' Mrs. Black's portrait screamed at Anja.

'Shut up you old hag.' Anja said. Not wanting to look at the portrait, she kept walking.

'Don't you walk away from me like that you-' the portrait started.

'What?' Anja had lost her temper turning to look at the ugly portrait, 'A traitor to the son you never loved after he ran away? A muggleborn? A mudblood? '. Anja was now staring at the portrait, pissed off beyond all reasons.

'Your son that you never loved after he ran away at the age of sixteen, is DEAD!' she yelled, tears running down her face. 'The one who was going to marry the witch inside of me, is DEAD! '.

Anja looked away from the portrait. 'I hope you're happy now!' she yelled at it.

Anja ran up the stairs to her room. She flung herself onto the bed. She cried for a few minutes and someone knocked on the door.

Probably Remus Anja thought.

'Come in.' she gasped through her pillow that smelt so oddly familiar, of men's cologne, like the Adidas stuff she bought for Sirius.

The door creaked open. Anja raised her head and opened her eyes for the fist time since she entered 'her' room. She looked at 'her' bedside table. There were two pictures on the bedside table; one of her and Harry!

'Crap!' Anja said under her breath.

She had run into Sirius' room instead of hers.

'It's an easy thing to do.' came Tonk's voice from behind her, 'His room being right next to yours.

'I'd better get out of here before Harry finds gets here.' Anja said lifting herself off the bed that once belonged to a good friend by the name of Sirius Black.