Heh. I finally got fed up with Harry Potter and having them mess around
with spells. So I decided that this fan fiction would be about the OTHER
side of magic, or rather magick. Have fun! (Cackles evilly)
It was the summer after 5th year, Harry sat down on his bed and grumbled quietly and his uncle and aunt were once again working on cleaning the house, Dudley, whom had not lost much weight, was trying to fit into some of his old suits to look presentable. Vernon was expecting a president from a large company in America, and his daughter, so Harry was to be confined to his room all day, which there was no complaining on his behalf.
Harry kept himself in his room, Hedwig on his shoulder, he stroked her feather solemnly, his mind too busy on his god-father. It was so hard to believe Sirius wouldn't be coming back... He had no one left, no family. Sure the Weasley's went out of their way all the time to make Harry feel at home and welcome during his stays there, but it wasn't the same. That last glimmer of hope had been stolen away once again. Voldemort had taken all of his family, now. He clenched his fist and took in a sharp breath.
The door bell rang, and he looked up to the clock, it was a quarter to 5. He heard the sounds of the bustling of Vernon and Dudley to the door to greet their guests. Harry sighed and put Hedwig back in her cage, lying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
The girl whom stood before the Dursley's was not at all what they had expected. They were ready for a proper young English lady in a spring dress, with pale makeup and slightly curled hair... They were not ready for the girl that had short black and purple hair, blue eyes, and porcelain skin that wore a black silk chanise from medieval times, a short black leather skirt and fishnet stockings with knee high leather boots. A silver pentacle was around her neck and in the center was a garnet, the only bit of color besides silver and black that was on here, with the exception of her gray-blue eyes.
The man who stood next to her was exactly as they expected, tall, broad shouldered, and extremely proud. He had soft brown eyes and auburn hair, nothing like his young female accomplice. Petunia forced a smile and held out a tray of cheese and crackers, offering it to their guests.
"Mr. Grace! What a pleasure to meet you at last!" Petunia tried to keep her eyes from the deranged girl in black and on the man.
With a hearty laugh Mr. Grace nodded. "Indeed it is! Let me introduce you all to my daughter, Aoibh." He clasped his hands on the girl's shoulders, again with his proud smile. (((Author's Note: btw. Aoibh is pronounced (Eev). Kind of like Eve only short.)))
"Ah yes. Hello, Aoibh. This is my wife, Petunia, and our son Dudley." Vernon smiled through his teeth and then lead the way into the living room.
"So how old are you, Aoibh?" Petunia smiled at her, forcing herself not to look away.
Aoibh just stared straight at her. After a moment of silence she responded.
"I'm 16..."
"What a coincidence!" Petunia nearly shrilled. "Our Dudley is 16 too."
"Well look at that, Aoibh. Not four days into the country and you've met another kid your age." Mr. Grace beamed as he and his daughter sat down on the couch, creating a circle with the Dursleys.
Aoibh glanced at Dudley, and made no move to strike up a conversation. Instead, she merely slouched back in the couch and glanced from her father to the other adults, without moving her head. She made a soft murmur as her father moved one purple bang out of her face. Once he seemed content she pushed her head forward, the bang falling back into its original place just over her right eye.
A few hours passed and random commentary was brought up. Aoibh stayed silent unless directly asked a question too. The smell of lemon cleaners burnt into her nose as she would glance around the room, most of it coming from the kitchen and the dining area. Near 6 Petunia announced dinner was nearly ready, and Aoibh excused herself to the bathroom.
She headed upstairs, figuring the facilities wouldn't be downstairs in such a small house. Once in the hall she noticed a light on in one room and headed towards the door. Placing a hand on the wood and she half closed her eyes. She opened the door and peeked in; a boy was lying on the bed, back to the door.
"I was being quiet." He grumbled. "What do you want?"
Aoibh tilted her head to the side and stepped into the room, her boots making a soft clunk on the wood.
"They embarrassed of you, or something?" She arched an eyebrow.
Harry nearly jumped out of his skin and turned around. His green eyes wide in fear and disbelief. Aoibh just stared at him, not moving at all, but waiting for the reply.
"You're not supposed to be up here." He murmured softly.
"What are you doing up here?"
"I could ask the same to you."
"Are you that fat kid's brother?"
Harry nearly lost himself at that remark, holding back a smirk. "No. I'm his cousin. My name's Harry, Harry Potter."
"Aoibh Grace." She glanced to the owl and her eyes seemed to glimmer with curiosity.
"Is she yours?" Aoibh stepped towards the bird and held her hand to the cage bars. "She's beautiful."
"Err... Yeah. Her name's Hedwig." Harry rubbed the back of his neck, he didn't know what to do, he couldn't kick her out, she'd complain and Uncle Vernon would probably lock him up forever.
"Pretty name... I have a cat named Tadewi." Her eyes never left the owl, as the bird nibbled on her fingers. Standing up straight, Aoibh looked towards Harry. "You're Aunt finished dinner. We better go?"
"We?"
"Duh. We. Aren't you hungry?"
Harry hadn't thought about it, but he was hungry, he didn't eat earlier that day when Petunia was cleaning the house, nor did he think she even made anything for him to eat to get him out of the way... He nodded at her and she turned towards the door and walked down the stairs, Harry close behind, nervous as to what his aunt and uncle would do to him after all of this.
Petunia nearly dropped the plate with the roast chicken as she looked up to see Aoibh and her nephew. Trembling a bit she placed the roast bird on the table. Vernon turned red with fury, but made a nervous glance at Mr. Grace, and decided it was best to calm down, or at least try.
"I found someone upstairs. I figured I should tell him dinner was ready." Aoibh walked off to sit next to her dad at the dinner table.
Harry paused and stood still as he looked questioningly at his aunt and uncle.
"Of... course..." Petunia gritted her teeth slightly. "Sit down, boy..."
"Err... Umm... This is our nephew, Harry, Mr. Grace... Didn't show much interest in dinner earlier...Not a real social one..."
Mr. Grace just smiled at Harry and nodded. "Nice to meet you, Harry."
It was the summer after 5th year, Harry sat down on his bed and grumbled quietly and his uncle and aunt were once again working on cleaning the house, Dudley, whom had not lost much weight, was trying to fit into some of his old suits to look presentable. Vernon was expecting a president from a large company in America, and his daughter, so Harry was to be confined to his room all day, which there was no complaining on his behalf.
Harry kept himself in his room, Hedwig on his shoulder, he stroked her feather solemnly, his mind too busy on his god-father. It was so hard to believe Sirius wouldn't be coming back... He had no one left, no family. Sure the Weasley's went out of their way all the time to make Harry feel at home and welcome during his stays there, but it wasn't the same. That last glimmer of hope had been stolen away once again. Voldemort had taken all of his family, now. He clenched his fist and took in a sharp breath.
The door bell rang, and he looked up to the clock, it was a quarter to 5. He heard the sounds of the bustling of Vernon and Dudley to the door to greet their guests. Harry sighed and put Hedwig back in her cage, lying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
The girl whom stood before the Dursley's was not at all what they had expected. They were ready for a proper young English lady in a spring dress, with pale makeup and slightly curled hair... They were not ready for the girl that had short black and purple hair, blue eyes, and porcelain skin that wore a black silk chanise from medieval times, a short black leather skirt and fishnet stockings with knee high leather boots. A silver pentacle was around her neck and in the center was a garnet, the only bit of color besides silver and black that was on here, with the exception of her gray-blue eyes.
The man who stood next to her was exactly as they expected, tall, broad shouldered, and extremely proud. He had soft brown eyes and auburn hair, nothing like his young female accomplice. Petunia forced a smile and held out a tray of cheese and crackers, offering it to their guests.
"Mr. Grace! What a pleasure to meet you at last!" Petunia tried to keep her eyes from the deranged girl in black and on the man.
With a hearty laugh Mr. Grace nodded. "Indeed it is! Let me introduce you all to my daughter, Aoibh." He clasped his hands on the girl's shoulders, again with his proud smile. (((Author's Note: btw. Aoibh is pronounced (Eev). Kind of like Eve only short.)))
"Ah yes. Hello, Aoibh. This is my wife, Petunia, and our son Dudley." Vernon smiled through his teeth and then lead the way into the living room.
"So how old are you, Aoibh?" Petunia smiled at her, forcing herself not to look away.
Aoibh just stared straight at her. After a moment of silence she responded.
"I'm 16..."
"What a coincidence!" Petunia nearly shrilled. "Our Dudley is 16 too."
"Well look at that, Aoibh. Not four days into the country and you've met another kid your age." Mr. Grace beamed as he and his daughter sat down on the couch, creating a circle with the Dursleys.
Aoibh glanced at Dudley, and made no move to strike up a conversation. Instead, she merely slouched back in the couch and glanced from her father to the other adults, without moving her head. She made a soft murmur as her father moved one purple bang out of her face. Once he seemed content she pushed her head forward, the bang falling back into its original place just over her right eye.
A few hours passed and random commentary was brought up. Aoibh stayed silent unless directly asked a question too. The smell of lemon cleaners burnt into her nose as she would glance around the room, most of it coming from the kitchen and the dining area. Near 6 Petunia announced dinner was nearly ready, and Aoibh excused herself to the bathroom.
She headed upstairs, figuring the facilities wouldn't be downstairs in such a small house. Once in the hall she noticed a light on in one room and headed towards the door. Placing a hand on the wood and she half closed her eyes. She opened the door and peeked in; a boy was lying on the bed, back to the door.
"I was being quiet." He grumbled. "What do you want?"
Aoibh tilted her head to the side and stepped into the room, her boots making a soft clunk on the wood.
"They embarrassed of you, or something?" She arched an eyebrow.
Harry nearly jumped out of his skin and turned around. His green eyes wide in fear and disbelief. Aoibh just stared at him, not moving at all, but waiting for the reply.
"You're not supposed to be up here." He murmured softly.
"What are you doing up here?"
"I could ask the same to you."
"Are you that fat kid's brother?"
Harry nearly lost himself at that remark, holding back a smirk. "No. I'm his cousin. My name's Harry, Harry Potter."
"Aoibh Grace." She glanced to the owl and her eyes seemed to glimmer with curiosity.
"Is she yours?" Aoibh stepped towards the bird and held her hand to the cage bars. "She's beautiful."
"Err... Yeah. Her name's Hedwig." Harry rubbed the back of his neck, he didn't know what to do, he couldn't kick her out, she'd complain and Uncle Vernon would probably lock him up forever.
"Pretty name... I have a cat named Tadewi." Her eyes never left the owl, as the bird nibbled on her fingers. Standing up straight, Aoibh looked towards Harry. "You're Aunt finished dinner. We better go?"
"We?"
"Duh. We. Aren't you hungry?"
Harry hadn't thought about it, but he was hungry, he didn't eat earlier that day when Petunia was cleaning the house, nor did he think she even made anything for him to eat to get him out of the way... He nodded at her and she turned towards the door and walked down the stairs, Harry close behind, nervous as to what his aunt and uncle would do to him after all of this.
Petunia nearly dropped the plate with the roast chicken as she looked up to see Aoibh and her nephew. Trembling a bit she placed the roast bird on the table. Vernon turned red with fury, but made a nervous glance at Mr. Grace, and decided it was best to calm down, or at least try.
"I found someone upstairs. I figured I should tell him dinner was ready." Aoibh walked off to sit next to her dad at the dinner table.
Harry paused and stood still as he looked questioningly at his aunt and uncle.
"Of... course..." Petunia gritted her teeth slightly. "Sit down, boy..."
"Err... Umm... This is our nephew, Harry, Mr. Grace... Didn't show much interest in dinner earlier...Not a real social one..."
Mr. Grace just smiled at Harry and nodded. "Nice to meet you, Harry."