IMPORTANT: This was actually the sequel to 'Darling Briana', but I decided the sequel was better than It's first part, so…enjoy this one instead, because Darling Briana was deleted by my retarded laptop. I changed some of the content, so, if you've read Darling Briana and see some differences…You'll know what I mean. I hope you enjoy!

-Cassidy J.

Disclaimer: Hell-to-the-freaking-no

I smirked slightly as I eyed the Pensieve Mum kept in her basement. I was off to Platform nine-and-three-quarters in a day's time anyway, so, what better way to pass the time by being a sneak?

I grinned devilishly like the Gryffindor I was, and snagged a random memory out of the box of phials she keeps her memories stored in.

I poured it in the Pensieve, and ducked my head in.

I was in some kind of passageway. It seemed dark, cold, and damp.

I heard some inhuman growling from in front of me. I squinted my eyes, and a large, jet black dog stepped into the light that seeped in through an above crack.

My eyes widened, and I stepped back cautiously. A twig snapped. Dammit.

It suddenly barked at me, and bounded full speed towards me.

I let out a short, girly shriek as I snapped my head out of the Pensieve.

I bumped right into someone. I turned. Mum.

"Erm…" I said pathetically.

"It's okay, darling. One must always have an adventurous streak, right?" Mum smirked.

I love my Mum.

If Hermione were here, she'd be lecturing me about not snooping in people's stuff.

"So what memory did you see?" She asked, pulling me up off the ground.

"I was in some dark passageway…a large black dog growled and bounded straight at me," I stated, that would never leave my mind now.

"Oh…that wasn't my memory. It's a friend's. He asked me to store it for him…Didn't exactly want to remember it," Mum looked slightly pale.

"Oh…alright then," I said, not wanting to make Mum any paler.

"Well, then. I believe Roger is waiting upstairs?" Mum went back to normal.

I blew a long puff of air annoyedly, blowing a golden curl from my face.

Roger Edwin. He's my stepfather, you see.

Mum THOUGHT she was in love with him, but, she then realized she wasn't soon after the marriage. Like Hell I'd change my name to 'Scarlett Grace Edwin'. So, I kept my surname.

No one at Hogwarts will ever forget me, Scarlett King, the cheeky Gryffindor girl.

Mum never had the courage to kick Roger out 'cause he's a nice guy. He is a nice guy, but sometimes he's too nice. And protective.

I hate Roger so much.

He just walks into my life, me, who was at four years ago a little nine year old girl, and pretends he's my real father.

That douche won't even let me have a bloody cat.

Mum pretends she's in love with the guy, but she's my Mum. I know her.

She's still not over my Dad.

My REAL one. You know, the one who knocked Mum up with me.

Mum always told me stories of her and Dad at Hogwarts. And his friends. She never said any names; Only friends.

I haven't got a clue who my Dad is. Only that he's got my silvery gray eyes.

I'm not trying to be vain or anything, but I was born this way; Just beautiful, as Mum and Hermione say anyway.

Mum was a beauty back in her days at Hogwarts; And she said Dad was just the same.

Girls flagging him down every day, and he only ever cared about Mum. And she still loves him.

It's sad, really.

We went up the stairs, and I rolled my eyes as Mum and Roger pecked each other on the cheek.

"Please try to keep that to a minimum as I digest my strawberries," I said seriously.

Roger chuckled and rolled his eyes, and Mum smirked as I dipped a strawberry in sugar before popping it into my mouth.

I love fruit. It's a fact.

"So when are we leaving for Diagon Alley?" I asked.

"As soon as you're done, darling," Mum smiled.

"These can wait," I said, covering the plate of strawberries and placing it in the fridge.

"Ready?" Mum grabbed hold of Roger's hand, then mine. I nodded.

I felt the familiar feeling of being roughly shoved in a pipe spinning like the tilt-a-whirl on crack for a minute or two, then it was over.

I love Diagon Alley; It's where I get everything.

There was a usual bustle, and I saw little soon-to-be first years nervously enter Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Aw, I remember when I was that little.

"Scarlett? Is it okay if Roger takes you shopping for your school stuff? I need to do something important at Gringott's," Mum looked at me.

Great. I'll be alone with freaking Roger. Mum walked hurriedly towards Gringott's. What was she so stressed about? We were quite well off.

"So, Scar-" I cut Roger off.

"First off, my name's Scarlett. Not 'Scar'. So, here's what will happen. I'm taking the money that Mum gave me to buy my schoolbooks. You'll do whatever, and I'm buying my school stuff alone. Clear, Roger?"

Sometimes it was like I was the parent and HE was the kid.

Well, I had to have SOME control over what's left of my freedom.

"Fine. Just be careful of Sirius Black!" He called to me as I left.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said annoyedly.

I knew all about Sirius Black. Some infamous prisoner that escaped Azkaban recently. It's all over the Daily Prophet. It's also got everyone wary and on their toes, looking around every corner before turning it.

I looked down at my school supply list.

Flourish and Blott's was in the direction I just came from. Great.

The end of Chapter 1. How was that? Please review!