Blood Betrayal- Chapter 1: Last Names Are Unimportant
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter...except a poster or two...and I have copies of all the DVDs... Wait. I should stop. I could go on forever.
A/N: Please review! I would really like some feedback for this story. I want to know if it is any good, and worth continueing. Thanks!
The wind was picking up. It flew up inside my cloak, sending chills down my spine. I hadn't yet dared look at the tiny slip of paper that Albus Dumbledore gave me; I wanted to wait until I got to the place where he had instructed that I go. I pulled the hood of my cloak up, covering more of my face, and kept on walking. My left forearm was tingling slightly, which just made me more determined to continue with my mission. I had no idea how my father would react if he caught me, but I didn't care. This needed to be done. I had just passed a small children's playground. The swings were swaying ominously in the brisk October breeze, making a faint creaking noise that caused me to move quicker. I was gripping my long, thin wand in my right hand, hoping that I wouldn't have to use it. Soon, I had reached a small town, and upon seeing the street that Dumbledore had told me about, my heart skipped a beat.
Only a little while longer, then my new life will begin.
I halted under a streetlamp, in front of two houses. One had the number '11' posted proudly on the frame above the door, while the one to its right had a number '13'. For the first time since my meeting with the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I took the small bit of parchment out of the pocket in my cloak. Unfolding it, I read silently: 'Number Twelve Grimmauld Place is the headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix'. As soon as I looked up, a house appeared, pushing numbers 11 and 13 out of its way. The streetlamp above flickered, prompting me to head inside the shabby looking home.
Quietly, I made my way to the house, and knocked on the door three times toward the middle, and kicking it at the bottom once. That had been the secret knock that Dumbledore had given me, just to make sure that I was the one coming to headquarters this late at night, and not some intruder. Almost instantly, the door flew open, and my emerald eyes were met with sparkling blue ones, that resided behind half moon spectacles.
"Please, come in Olivia," Dumbledore said, stepping aside. "Thank you, Headmaster," I responded politely. Lowering my hood, I walked into the house, and was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of home cooked food, and men's cologne. "I expect you haven't eaten for some time. Would you like to have some of the magnificent roast that Molly prepared for this evening?" I felt my stomach rumble, so I replied with, "Yes, thank you. That would be fantastic."
Dumbledore led me to the kitchen, where he motioned for me to take a seat at the long table that was sitting in the middle of the room. With a flick of his wand, a plate of hot roast, mashed potatoes, and green beans appeared in front of me. I picked up the fork that was next to the plate and began eating with eagerness that was very unladylike.
When I was finished, Dumbledore flicked his wand again, and said, "Will you wait here a moment, I must go and fetch Harry. I would like him to meet you." I nodded, and removed my traveling cloak, and made myself at home. I looked around the small room, and found that it was quite homey. It certainly looked lived in, but it had an atmosphere of warmth and kindness. I knew that it had belonged to the horrible Black family; horrible except for the one son, Sirius. But it had long since passed into the hands of Harry Potter, and I could tell that he was trying to make it has welcoming as possible.
In a matter of minutes, I could hear footsteps coming from the stairs in the foyer, and I quickly stood up, and straightened my clothes. He might be the bane of my father's existence, but Merlin help me if I was going to meet the handsome Harry Potter in wrinkled clothes. I had just finished fluffing my hair when Dumbledore reentered the room, closely followed by the man I had been hoping to meet ever since I had realized what my father stood for.
"Olivia, this is Harry Potter. Harry, this is Olivia Riddle."
A/N: Short, I know, but I didn't know how else to end this chapter...