Hi! This story is a joint project between myself and a friend (who is not of Fanfiction) who lives quite a ways away. Please be kind and review.
I don't own HP, it's JK Rowlings dollhouse, I just play with the dolls.
Flames will be used for practicing pyrokenetic abilities in a controlled lab environment.
Belladona Basilixs was a queer girl, and she liked it that way. Even in the world of witches and wizards she was unique. Her appearance was whatever she wanted it to be, and her sense of dress was eccentric due to its muggle origins.
She lived in a large Manor known as the Flying Palace, and indeed it was a 'flying' palace. One day the house might be nestled in the German Alps, the next in the forests of exotic China.
She lived there with her sisters in all but blood, Ariay Phoenix and Ju Lee. Together, the two almost eleven-year-old girls, and their eight-year-old companion held sway over a small army of dedicated house-elves.
Unlike most house-elves, these house-elves, though not free, were given pocket money and had uniforms.
Belladona's father, Devon, was legally the guardian of the intelligent three, but he was always so busy with work and so ill-disposed to seeing his daughter, that he was never home. Ariay's parents, Matthew and Merope, were both dead, as was Bella's mother, Cicilia. Neither Ariay's parents, nor Bella's mother, had lived to see the first birthday of their children.
In looks and temperaments, the girls were near polar opposites. Bella, with her naturally raven black silk hair and killing curse green eyes, was of a sarcastic and condescending nature. Ariay, on the other had, with rich burgundy hair and gold colored cat eyes, was of a sweet and caring disposition. Their styles were different. At first glance, Bella was a lady of the early Victorian era, or perhaps, if it suited her mood, dressed in similar a manner to prep school boys, whereas Ariay looked as though she would be most comfortable at a skate park or a rock concert.
However, the two friends bore a great deal of affection to one another. Because of their similar predicaments, one orphan, one as good as orphan; and their similar interests, they were as close, and often times closer than natural sisters.
On this particular morning, tucked snuggly into the Italian countryside sat the Flying Place. Its occupants were all awake, and already busy. It was a strange matter, that though the birthday of the two elder was October 31st, they were accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for that year.
The plan was that they would finish what little business they had left in Italy and head home, to England, more specifically to Yorkshire. And so, by dusk, they were ready to go, and they were off.
Meanwhile, in England, at number 4 Privet Drive, Harry Potter escaped his relatives in a flying car, piloted by three boys with flaming red hair.
A Few Days Later…
"What did he say?" Mrs. Weasley asked her husband, as Harry disappeared in a swirl of green.
"Driagon Alley, I think." He replied, worried that something might happen to the unofficial member of the Weasley family.
Knockturn Alley…
Bella swept threw the crowd, her black ringlets bouncing, skirt swaying with each step as her button up boots clicked briskly on the cobblestone path. Her destination was Borgin and Burkes, and though she disliked dealing with what truly was a form of petty thievery, she knew that Borgin was a useful man in business, even if she did despise the pawn trade.
It startled her, of course, when her keen eyes saw Harry Potter scrambling to get out of the store before Mr. Borgin came out of the back, but instead, he was forced to hide in a cabinet, for Malfoy and his brat (oh, what was his name?) had just entered.
She slipped in behind with practiced ease and with her usual skill, slipping an invisibility cloak to Potter to create an illusion of invisibility. Malfoy was selling, she noted, somewhat satisfied to see the slimy pig squirm under Ministry pressure. She'd have to thank Arthur Weasly if she ever met the man.
Oh! How much easier she breathed after the dratted man and his anal twit of a son left. It made everything so much easier. She walked around the cabinet, as though examining it with the intent, perhaps, of purchasing the thing.
"I'm going to open this, and you're going to step out. You'll follow me closely until we're safely out of Knockturn Alley and then you'll find whoever it is you're here with, got it?" She whispered.
"Yes." Harry whispered back, and Bella opened the cabinet, being sure to give him room to get by with out tripping.
"Oh, good afternoon, Ms. Dona." Mr. Borgin greeted her in his oily voice.
"Has my order arrived yet?" She inquired, browsing the shelves with disdain.
"No, not yet. Should be in next Wednesday." He replied.
"Hm. I see coming was a waste of time. Ah well, I might as well bid you good day, Mr. Borgin." And with that, she and Harry swept out of the shop.
They walked the dark and somewhat twisted path till they emerged at last on Diagon Alley.
"There. Now, try not to get into trouble, green-eyes." Bella said, dusting the now visible boy off.
"'Arry!" A loud booming voice called.
They both turned.
"Hagrid!" Harry called, before being swept into a bone-crushing hug by the giant, much to the amusement of Bella.
"I'll see you around, Potter!" She called, before sashaying off to meet Ariay at Flourish and Blots. Bella smiled. Harry Potter. What a small world they lived in.
That evening…
The Flying Palace…
"What a day! Fie on that fool!" Bella cursed, stamping her foot on the floor. Ariay scowled as well.
"You would think he was God with the way he acted!" She groused, flinging herself into an armchair by the fire.
"Indeed! And to think, that brainless, spineless, fop is to be our Defense professor!" Bella sighed and gratefully accepted a cup of tea from the house-elf. "With any luck, some horrid sort of monster will find it's way onto the grounds, and rather than warding the thing off, that fool will make it angrier!" She continued, calming down some as she indulged in a rich after-dinner tea.