Wormtail, Mooney, Padfoot, Prongs and the Snake

By: Gold Alchemy


Disclaimer

I sadly do not own Harry Potter; those copyrights belong to J.K, and will not be used for financial benefits. This Fan Fiction, is purely for entertainment purposes.


Chapter 1: Beginnings

Like everyone else in the family I had the usual dark hair, brown eyes and a fairly pale skin tone. But certain things were noticeably different about me. I, not like my family the Potters, had curly black hair and rather harsher facial features. I, Alexandra Potter was the only daughter of Dorea and Charlus Potter; and James by brother, their only son.

My mother and father were quite old for wizarding standards when they had James and I. James was 8 months older than I was, which I found quite displeasing. See, my birthday was on November the 15th and Hogwarts always started on the 1st of September. This morning James had received his letter to Hogwarts, mother and father were every so pleased that their only son would be going to Hogwarts and to hopefully follow in the footsteps of father being in Gryffindor.

I on the other hand had no intention of being in Gryffindor; well did I have a chance? The sorting hat chooses which house is better suited to you (not your family). See, I had rather strong character traits. I am very loyal, passionate, resourceful, dynamic, jealous, obsessive, suspicious, manipulative and unyielding. Some of my traits were definitely Gryffindor ones, but, I did have a rather good reason to be in Slytherin. My personality does befit a Slytherin very well, and I always preferred it as a house too.

"Come on Alex, the foods getting cold, stop sulking in your room and come downstairs. People will be arriving any moment now for my birthday celebrations. COME ON!" James said in his happiest voice.

"Alright I'm coming! Stop yelling you giving me a headache" I got up from my bed and straightened out my robes. For a very wealthy wizarding family, I had the best clothes possible, well the best of everything. I wore blood-red robes with ruby jewellery; real rubies obviously!

As I walking down the long spiralling stairs I saw nearly 100 people had turned up to wish my brother a happy birthday, or they had just wanted to come because the Potters were a wealthy family with lots of influence. As I looked around, everyone that I saw was from the Ministry of Magic; dads old friends.

"I would like to make a toast to my son" said father in the most boastful, proud voice.

"We are gathered here tonight to congratulate James as he turned 11 today and on getting his letter to Hogwarts. I'm sure that he will make the family name proud and be a credit to Gryffindor, to James"

"James!" everyone said in the most boring tone. Where were my congratulations to getting into Hogwarts? Well I hadn't quite gotten my letter yet, but it wasn't long till I did. I hope I got a party! But considering that I was a girl, I don't think that I would get a party. My parents loved me dearly but they were old fashioned and girls were kept in their places, kind of like my mother.

No one would have guessed that my mother was actually a rather gifted witch. She was constantly being overshadowed by my father who loved to boast about his money and power. Our family was not even that old, it was only 100 years old, give or take a few years.

As the night progressed, everyone kept getting louder and noisier, after dinner I took refuge in the library and started to read about a tale of ogres and trolls. The father clock chimed at midnight, the noise started to dim out and everyone eventually flooed home.

1st October

I walked down the stairs and into the dinning room where our house elf Pippy brought me some breakfast. I normally wake up at 5:00am, I enjoy reading outside while waiting for the sun to rise. This morning was different, the sun didn't rise at it's normal time which was ever so displeasing. But to my surprise the family owl Lysandra was perched on the arm of my chair. And in its mouth there was an envelope addressed to Alexandra Potter, which even said top floor of Potter Manor. I opened my letter with trembling hands.

Dear Miss Potter

We are pleased to inform you that your have been accepted

Into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. Please find enclosed

A list of all necessary books and equipment…..

"Oh my god! MUM! DAD!" I had never screamed this loud in my life.

"My letter came from Hogwarts it's here! Look father" I handed over the letter and hugged my mother with such force that I nearly made her fall to the floor.

My mother and father both looked very pleased for me, as did Pippy who was now bouncing around excitedly. James walked down the marble stairs very slowly yawning in his Gryffindor robes.

Clap clap clap James clapped right in front of me with a rather smug look on his face.

"Well finally your letter arrived! It's about time; mum wouldn't let me buy any of my school supplies until you got your letter. Mum can we go now to Diagon Alley. Please! I want to go and get my wand!"

"Yes, well I suppose we can go, bear in mind that nothing will be open at the moment, but we can always go and have something to drink at the Leaky Cauldron. Come and eat some breakfast, go and have a shower, and get dressed; we will be leaving no later than 8. I would like to do all our shopping in less than 4 hours. I know that you will insist on spending 2 hours looking at broomsticks."

"Yes, I will be ready in no time at all" James said to mother as he leaped up 5 flights of stairs.

We were all ready to leave by floo at 7:45am. As usual James flooed first, mother followed. As the dim room came into view, I stepped out of the fire-place and walked towards my mother and James who were sitting at a table in the Leaky Cauldron.

"My, it's busy this morning Tom" said father.

I completely zoned out of my father's conversation to Tom. I was staring at a young boy, he had to be my age. He too had similar colour skin to mine, fair but not white and had black hair. He turned around and looked into my eyes, he too had brown eyes. When I stared into his eyes it was like I was looking into his soul, his eyes were soft but at the same time he looked very cheeky.

I quickly turned around then turned back to see if he was looking at my direction, to my surprise he continued staring at me and smiled directly at me before I quickly turned around.

"Father who's that family sitting over there?" father knew most of the wealthier wizarding families in Britain. And I could definitely tell that this family was wealthy as they were all wearing immaculate clothes; the mother, father and two boys.

"Ah, those are the Blacks" my father said in a satisfied tone. He lightly got out of his set and made his way over to their table.

To be continued..