A/N: In this fic Sirius does not DIE!
Chapter1: I'm not James!
Harry and the crew were at Diagon Alley, picking up their things for their upcoming and final year at Hogwarts. They were chatting animatedly, about one thing or another, nothing extremely important. When Harry was interuppted.
"And then Wood comes swerving out to block hi-"
"James?"
"Excuse m-"Harry said, turning around.But this time Harry cut himself off. Standing infront of him was a beautiful woman, in her late twenties-early thirties. She had knee length choclate brown hair, honey colored eyes, and tan skin. She looked arabian.
"James I haven't seen you in so long! How's Lily? Peter? Remus? What about Sirius? I miss him so much!" she said hugging him. They were about the same height. The mention of Harry's parents hit him hard. It was like somebody, one by one, dropping bricks into his stomache.
"I'm not James," said Harry darkly. "He's dead, so is Lily. I don't know who you are neither do I want to, good day." Said Harry, turning back to Ron and Hermione, but before the woman could respond Hermione spoke up:
"Harry! This woman apparentally knew your parents, how could you be so rude?!" she turned to the lady, "My name is Hermione Granger. You?"
"Nadia Almarzougi," said the woman in a sweet but urgent voice. "Now what is this you say about Lily and James? You know them?"
"Why don't you come have a drink with us?" asked Ron, he looked attracted to Nadia, but nevertheless Hermione was thankful, as it got them a chance to speak with her.
"Yes that would be wonderful, if the young man whom I offended doesn't mind." She said, inclining her head towards Harry, and shaking Hermione's hand.
They walked into a café. Nadia insisted on paying, they sat down, Harry took a swig of his butterbeer, but Nadia wasted no time before she spoke. "So you know my dear cousin, but . . .you must forgive me, this man looks just like James." It shook Harry odd to be addressed as a 'man'. Even if not directly.It was Hermione to which Nadia spoke but Harry replied: "How do you know my parents?"
"I'm not sure I do . . .Their names?" she asked.
"You said you knew my parents, you said you knew James and Lily Potter, how do you know them?!" he asked quickly, he was warming up to this girl.
"No." she said flatly. "I will answer your questions after you answer mine." She said, though not in a rude way. She grinned, and for some reason Harry couldn't help but return the favor. "Now you know Lily and Prongs, how is this so?" she spoke as though she knew english but hadn't spoken it in a while.
"They were my parents, they're dead, they died, sixteen years ago." He said flatly, trying not to put any emotions in his words. "No. You're lying, that's not true. H-he c-can't b-b-be dead!" she said, laying her face on her arms, which she had crossed on the table, tears were running down her face.
"You are Lily and James's son?" she asked, lifting head back up, and wiping her eyes, almost as though she were determined Harry was lying. "They are dead. Where do you live?" she asked, as though trying to trap him, in his "lies".
"With my Godfather," but that was all he was going to say, he wasn't letting the ministry onto Sirius.
"How is Sirius, what about Remus?" but before Harry could answer Hermione spoke. "We need to show her where he is," she said it as though it were the simplest thing in the world.
"No."
"We could give her a test." Suggested Ron, who, so far had been silent.
"Who are the Mauraders?" said Harry.
Nadia spoke as if she were an older Hermione when she said: "Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Akso know as, Padfoot, Prongs, Moony, and Wormtail. And here's something I bet you don't know: They two other members join, the night after graduation. Nadia Almarzougi and Lily Evans: Privately known as Honey, and Emerald. The names were chosen according to our eyes," then she added on a softer note, "Not our animagus." She smirked.
Harry sighed "Let's take her."
Chapter1: I'm not James!
Harry and the crew were at Diagon Alley, picking up their things for their upcoming and final year at Hogwarts. They were chatting animatedly, about one thing or another, nothing extremely important. When Harry was interuppted.
"And then Wood comes swerving out to block hi-"
"James?"
"Excuse m-"Harry said, turning around.But this time Harry cut himself off. Standing infront of him was a beautiful woman, in her late twenties-early thirties. She had knee length choclate brown hair, honey colored eyes, and tan skin. She looked arabian.
"James I haven't seen you in so long! How's Lily? Peter? Remus? What about Sirius? I miss him so much!" she said hugging him. They were about the same height. The mention of Harry's parents hit him hard. It was like somebody, one by one, dropping bricks into his stomache.
"I'm not James," said Harry darkly. "He's dead, so is Lily. I don't know who you are neither do I want to, good day." Said Harry, turning back to Ron and Hermione, but before the woman could respond Hermione spoke up:
"Harry! This woman apparentally knew your parents, how could you be so rude?!" she turned to the lady, "My name is Hermione Granger. You?"
"Nadia Almarzougi," said the woman in a sweet but urgent voice. "Now what is this you say about Lily and James? You know them?"
"Why don't you come have a drink with us?" asked Ron, he looked attracted to Nadia, but nevertheless Hermione was thankful, as it got them a chance to speak with her.
"Yes that would be wonderful, if the young man whom I offended doesn't mind." She said, inclining her head towards Harry, and shaking Hermione's hand.
They walked into a café. Nadia insisted on paying, they sat down, Harry took a swig of his butterbeer, but Nadia wasted no time before she spoke. "So you know my dear cousin, but . . .you must forgive me, this man looks just like James." It shook Harry odd to be addressed as a 'man'. Even if not directly.It was Hermione to which Nadia spoke but Harry replied: "How do you know my parents?"
"I'm not sure I do . . .Their names?" she asked.
"You said you knew my parents, you said you knew James and Lily Potter, how do you know them?!" he asked quickly, he was warming up to this girl.
"No." she said flatly. "I will answer your questions after you answer mine." She said, though not in a rude way. She grinned, and for some reason Harry couldn't help but return the favor. "Now you know Lily and Prongs, how is this so?" she spoke as though she knew english but hadn't spoken it in a while.
"They were my parents, they're dead, they died, sixteen years ago." He said flatly, trying not to put any emotions in his words. "No. You're lying, that's not true. H-he c-can't b-b-be dead!" she said, laying her face on her arms, which she had crossed on the table, tears were running down her face.
"You are Lily and James's son?" she asked, lifting head back up, and wiping her eyes, almost as though she were determined Harry was lying. "They are dead. Where do you live?" she asked, as though trying to trap him, in his "lies".
"With my Godfather," but that was all he was going to say, he wasn't letting the ministry onto Sirius.
"How is Sirius, what about Remus?" but before Harry could answer Hermione spoke. "We need to show her where he is," she said it as though it were the simplest thing in the world.
"No."
"We could give her a test." Suggested Ron, who, so far had been silent.
"Who are the Mauraders?" said Harry.
Nadia spoke as if she were an older Hermione when she said: "Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Akso know as, Padfoot, Prongs, Moony, and Wormtail. And here's something I bet you don't know: They two other members join, the night after graduation. Nadia Almarzougi and Lily Evans: Privately known as Honey, and Emerald. The names were chosen according to our eyes," then she added on a softer note, "Not our animagus." She smirked.
Harry sighed "Let's take her."