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Chapter Two: First Impression

It was about an hour or so before we all went downstairs again for dinner. As we took our seats around the table, Mrs Weasley kept shooting worried looks at me and Callie, as if she were expecting us to have a mental break-down at any moment. Mum wasn't eating with us; as soon as we entered the kitchen, she had left, not looking back.

I also noticed that all of the adults - this included three new men I hadn't seen before - gave Harry nervous glances. It was beginning to irritate me: Why was everyone so worried? I didn't know a thing about Harry, and if I was honest, I didn't really care about him, but nothing could be as bad as they seemed to think it was.

Two of the new men were sat at the top end of the dinner table. They were both quite young, but one looked as though he might have been ill, and the other's face was sunken and gaunt, as if he hadn't lived properly in years.

The last man, who was stood up next to Moody, looked a lot healthier. He was tall, with dark skin and was wearing deep blue robes.

I tried not to stare too much as the men sat down, but it was very difficult, especially when Harry beamed at the gaunt man and immediately took a seat beside him. Feeling like I was missing out on something, I turned my gaze away from them.

Hermione took a seat next to me with Callie on my other side. Ron sat himself next to Hermione and his mother, who had sat down at the other end of the table. Across from us, three seats remained empty.

"Who-?" I began to ask, but before I'd finished my question, two red-headed boys, completely identical in appearances, popped out of thin air into two of the seats. It was quite apparent that they were twins, and more than likely more members of the Weasley family.

They grinned broadly at their mother, who had drawn in a deep breath, probably to yell at them, when I broke in.

"Oh, cool! How did you do that?" I asked enthusiastically. Mrs Weasley and the twins looked at me; the boys both smiled mischievously and launched into conversation.

"Apparation, my dear lady," they said in unison.

"Fred Weasley at your service-" the one on the right said, taking a mock bow.

"- And George Weasley. I believe we haven't met?" I gave a small giggle as George pretended to tip a top hat at me.

"Destiny Dranias, pleased to meet you," I grinned, attempting a curtsy whilst sitting down, which, inevitably, did not work out, and I knocked my cutlery onto the floor. The twins laughed as I bent under the table to retrieve the silverware, glaring at them as I handed the knife and fork back to their mother, who soon returned with a clean set.

As she started to pour gravy over my roast potatoes, a girl no less than a year younger than me entered. Her hair was a blazing red, a trait I had begun to notice all the Weasleys shared. She sat next to Fred, in the last seat left.

"Now that we've all sat down," Mrs Weasley eyed her twin sons and daughter. "We can begin to discuss… Well, what needs to be discussed," she said, looking pointedly at the two men at the top of the table. I followed her gaze as I put a bit of scalding potato in my mouth and began to eat.

The ill looking man sighed and put his fork down. "Right, Molly. I suppose we'll start with Calista and Destiny, then," he mumbled. I frowned at him, confusion spreading across my features. What more was there to be told?

"You know why you can't stay in Greece anymore, I presume?" He asked. I stared at him, but I could see Calista out of the corner of my eye nodding her head slowly.

"Well, you know most of the story, then. You know you are both witches; however, your mother is not. She is going to stay here for the school term whilst you both go to Hogwarts, and then you will see her again at Christmas and in the summer."

"What's Hogwarts?" Callie asked softly from beside me.

"Hogwarts is a school for witches and wizards. Destiny, you will be in your fifth year with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Calista, you will be in your sixth - unfortunately, none of the others here will be in the same year, so you have the slight disadvantage of not having people you already know in your classes. School starts on the first of September; in a week Molly will take you into Diagon Alley to get all of your school things." Once he had finished, he began to eat again. I glanced at Callie, who was staring at her plate. I knew full well that she would make friends very quickly - she was far too likeable not to. But it wasn't difficult to guess that she was nervous of being alone.

The small information we had just been given by the man left me bursting with questions, but I decided it best to wait until I was with Hermione to ask them.

"And now, Harry. I believe Hermione and Ron have told you everything they know about the situation as it currently stands. However, there are a few things you may need to know…" The gaunt man began. Harry raised his eyebrows and nodded for him to continue. "The minister for magic is still refusing to believe Voldemort is back," he said whilst handing Harry a newspaper over the table. Harry scowled at the paper and looked up.

"'The Boy Who Lies?' He's telling people I'm lying?" Harry asked, an edge of anger to his voice.

"There have been articles about Dumbledore, too - if I'm honest, you two take up the front page most days. He's been using his power as Minister to influence the Daily Prophet, preventing anyone from learning the real truth about the Dark Lord."

"But why?"

"Fudge is frightened, to put it simply, and fear can do awful things to a person. He doesn't want a repeat of what happened last time You-Know-Who was in power: panic. And the best way for him to prevent that is by making himself and the rest of the wizarding world believe he isn't back."

"But… Voldemort must be doing something. Murders, kidnaps, anything - anything that proves he's back…" Harry muttered, laying the paper down on the wooden surface of the table.

"Voldemort is doing something, but nothing that the Ministry will notice if they're not out there looking for it. Voldemort has been gathering followers. Last time, 15 years ago, he had an army of dark creatures, not just Death Eaters, and we're certain he'll want that again. And… There's something else we believe he's been doing as well…"

Moody cleared his throat loudly. The man sat back in his seat slowly, glancing at Moody before continuing. "We have the feeling… That Voldemort is searching for something. Something he didn't have before."

"Sirius, watch it," Moody warned him, his eyes flashing darkly and preventing us from hearing whatever it was the man named Sirius was about to say next.

"What do you mean? A… weapon?" Harry asked hesitantly, glancing briefly at Moody before turning back to Sirius. Sirius opened his mouth to respond, but this time, Mrs Weasley cut in. Whatever it was he wanted to say, the other adults obviously did not want Harry to hear it.

"Stop, stop, stop! That's enough, Sirius, he's not ready for this! The boy's not even seventeen yet…"

"I've done plenty more than any other teenager I know of. I am ready to fight," Harry insisted, sitting forward in his seat. I snorted and looked away.

"What?" He snapped at me.

"Are you suicidal, by any chance? Or just stupid?" I asked, glaring at him. I didn't have to be a genius to figure out that this Voldemort, however much I despised him for murdering my father, wasn't someone to be messed with by a fifteen-year-old boy.

"Des!" Calista growled, digging her elbow into my ribcage as Harry's mouth opened to throw a retort back at me.

"Thanks for dinner, Mrs Weasley. I think I'm going to bed. It's been a long day." I muttered, getting up and rubbing my side, sure there would be a bruise there tomorrow morning.

"Oh, well, okay… If you need anything, just say…" She replied, watching me carefully, sadness filling her eyes. As aware as I was that she was only trying to be caring, I knew full well that I would not be asking her for any favours.

"I think I'm done too, Mrs Weasley, thank you," I heard Harry say from the kitchen when I left. Spectacular. Alone time with him.

I heard the door shut behind him as I began walking upstairs, and then the creak of the old wooden floorboards beneath his feet as he caught up with me.

"Destiny?" He asked, his hand brushing my arm as he made a move to grab it. I swung it out of his way, choosing to ignore him. "Can we just talk for a moment?" No, we bloody well can not talk, I thought, rolling my eyes at his persistence.

He sighed, finally giving up, and followed behind me in silence.

I entered the room I'd been in before, when I'd first arrived, and Harry followed in after me, frowning. "This isn't your room. This is mine and Ron's." I glared at him, stepping round him to the stand in the doorframe.

"Then would you be so kind as to tell me where my room is?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Not until you've talked to me." I scowled, moving back in to the room slowly and sitting on one of the beds.

"Fine. Shoot." He grinned briefly, but the smile quickly faded from his lips.

"We haven't had the best first impression of each other. I was just thinking… Why don't we start over?" He said, holding out his hand, which I simply stared at. Eventually, getting the message, he dropped it to hang by his side again.

"I'll take that as a no…" He mumbled as he sat on the other bed opposite me. Sighing, I leaned back on my hands, my eyes fixed on his.

"I don't know anything about you. I don't even know your last name-"

"-It's Potter-"

"-And your right. We didn't get the best first impressions. But you can't really have a second first impression, which is why I won't start over with you. Now would you show me to my room?" He rolled his eyes and stood up again, and I followed suit. Exiting the room, he walked further up the stairs to the next landing and then pointed to the only door there.

"You're sharing with your sister, Hermione and Ginny, since it's the biggest bedroom in the house…" He muttered, and with that, he turned on his heels and left me to my own company.

"Well, aren't you just a charmer," I mumbled to myself as the door shut behind him. I glanced around the room, taking in its appearance; it was pretty big, with four single beds fitting comfortably into it and still with enough space to fit a small desk, chair and a wardrobe. Admittedly it was rather dark, with the only grimy window letting in just a shed of light from the grey world outside. The walls were decorated with a fowl, outdated dark green wallpaper, and the floorboards were, as with the rest of the house, a faded mahogany, with a few cracks around the edges.

I sat on one of the beds without anything on it (since two of the beds had clothes and books strewn across them) and lay down, inhaling and exhaling deeply, holding each breath for three seconds, since I'd heard somewhere that it was supposed to calming.

It hadn't even been an entire day, and I already missed Greece, and my father more than anything else. One week ago everything had been fine. And then he just didn't come home…

Dad had always worked away, often going on long business trips to different countries. I could guess now that they weren't really business trips, but something to do with magic. As much as I loved him, a part of me couldn't believe he'd kept a wholly different world away from me. I sighed, rolling over onto my side and slipping the back of my hands under my head as a support.

I'd never see him again. I'd never hear his voice. He'd never play catch with me out in the garden. He'd never see Callie and me grow up… I was still coming to terms with all of this, but there was still another question lingering on my mind: What was it that was so special about us?

Something about Callie or me had made the most powerful and darkest wizard in the world kill our father because he wouldn't tell him about us, and neither of us had any idea what that special thing might be.

I fell into a deep sleep with that question still on my mind, still existing whilst my father did not.


I groaned loudly as I rolled over the next morning, facing the ceiling. I sat up slowly and looked around; Ginny and Calista were both asleep, but the bed that had yesterday had stacks of books piled on it was completely empty, and was now neatly made with the pillows fluffed and the duvet tucked in around the edges of the mattress.

"Hermione," I whispered to myself. Slowly, so as to not to wake up the other two, I got out of bed and pulled on my jacket over my flimsy pyjama top. Zipping it up as I shut the door behind me, I began to quietly descend the stairs.

I found Hermione in the kitchen with Mrs Weasley, nibbling on a piece of toast. She turned to face me when I entered, a small smile spreading across her lips.

"Hello, Destiny," she greeted me gently, motioning for me to sit down next to her.

"Hey," I muttered as Mrs Weasley turned to smile at me and dropped a few more slices of toast onto a now empty plate in the centre of the table. I grabbed a slice, spreading butter and honey on it.

"You're up quite early," Hermione said, obviously trying to make conversation as I took my first bite.

"What time is it?" I asked through the mouthful, and she rolled her eyes as crumbs fell into my lap.

"6 o'clock. Normally it's another few hours before anyone else comes down."

I nodded, swallowing and taking another bite. "Erm- Hermione?" I asked, suddenly remembering part of the conversation from the previous night.

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering about Hogwarts…" She smiled encouragingly, nodding her head for me to continue. "Well… We're going into Diagonal alley to get school stuff, right?"

"It's Diagon Alley, but, yes, we are, she answered, correcting me.

"I was just wondering what sort of stuff you need for a magic school…" I hadn't thought much about it at first, but I'd realised there must have been a whole list of things new to me about this school - not only would I be learning magic, but I was sure class systems would be different here to those in Greece, too.

"Oh - Well, you'll need a wand, robes, books, a cauldron, and you might want a pet - I suggest you get a cat or an owl."

"Um, right… What subjects are there at Hogwarts?" This I had been particularly interested in.

"Oooh, well there's Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and then there's Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, History of Magic, and Herbology, but I also take Ancient Runes, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures. Harry and Ron both take Divination, but I find it a rather silly branch of magic…" The look on her face suggested she could have talked about her subjects for hours. I grinned and nodded, pretending to know what it all meant.

"Is there anything else I should know about Hogwarts?" I asked, dreading her answer, sure there'd me an entire lest of strict rules to abide by, something I'd never been the best at.

"I don't think so… Oh, I've missed out the four houses! They're Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin."

"Houses? We get our own houses?" I asked, confused. She giggled softly, obviously amused at my lack of knowledge of the school she'd been attending for four years, going on to her fifth.

"No, I mean that we all share a common room and dormitories. You'll be sorted into a house when you get to Hogwarts. Everyone here who goes to Hogwarts is in Gryffindor."

"So no pressure. But seriously, if you end up in Slytherin, you're not welcome here again," Ron added as he walked into the room. Hermione frowned at him, shaking her head.

"That's not fair, Ron. Just ignore him Destiny, you'll be fine no matter what house you're in. And what are you doing up so early anyway?" She directed her question to Ron, a look of surprise crossing her features. He shrugged and took a seat beside me.

"Harry. He was… moaning."

"Moaning?" I asked sceptically, raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah - about Cedric," He said, looking at Hermione. Her surprised expression changed to one of pure worry, and she began to nervously twiddle with her thumbs.

"Who's Cedric? I didn't realise Harry swung that way..." Ron threw me a look, rolling his eyes.

"No, Destiny… Look, Harry had a hard time at the end of last year, and he's gonna have it even worse this year. He was moaning because he was having a nightmare about what happened."

"What did happen? Everyone's going on about Harry like he's some sort of saint, and then I get dirty looks when I don't know what's going on! Can't you just tell me?" I said, looking desperately at them both. They exchanged a look, and then Hermione sighed.

"I'm really not sure we should tell you. But I don't think you can go to Hogwarts without knowing… If I were you, I'd try to get Harry to tell you." I snorted at her suggestion.

"You really think he's gonna tell me? After yesterday?" I asked, and she sighed in response.

"It was only one day, and Harry was in a bad mood anyway. I can't really blame him for that, though…"

"Blame me for what?" Harry yawned as he came in. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Er - Nothing," she mumbled. He frowned at her but didn't ask further questions. He sat down next to Ron and began helping himself to the food Mrs Weasley had laid out on the table, piling his plate high and beginning to eat his breakfast.

"How come you were up so early?" Harry asked after swallowing a piece of bacon, turning to Ron, who suddenly became very interested in a loose thread on his jeans.

"Well - You were a bit… er, loud, last night," he muttered, almost too quietly for me to hear.

Harry flushed and also lost interest in the conversation. I, however, felt the need to further embarrass him, a small smirk turning my lips.

"Yeah, about someone called Cedric. I could hear you from our room - I'll be surprised if anyone within a 10 mile radius didn't…" My smirk widened as he slowly became redder with each word.

"You weren't that loud, Harry," Hermione told him whilst glaring at me. I grinned back, taking the napkin beside my plate to my face and wiping it around my mouth before laying it back on my empty plate.

"I'm only telling him the truth! It's better than lying." Harry scowled at me. I hadn't actually heard a word from him all night, but it was nice to see someone other than Callie or Mum upset.

Hermione rolled her eyes and we all went back to eating in silence, Harry or myself occasionally shooting glares at the other. When we'd finished, Mrs Weasley asked us to begin cleaning. By this time, most of the others had arrived downstairs and were eating their breakfast.

I was assigned the job of scrubbing the inside of a cabinet that Ron had just emptied when I became interested in the conversation the three teenagers had begun.

"So when's the hearing?" Ron asked Harry in a hushed voice.

"Monday next week," Harry replied gloomily, kneeling back on his knees.

"They can't expel you, you didn't do anything wrong," Hermione said soothingly, a hint of a frown between her brows.

"You've been expelled?" I asked, turning to look at him. His head twisted round to face me, an irritated look in his eyes.

"It's none of your business," he snapped. I shrugged and instead turned to ask Hermione.

"Why's he been expelled?" She sighed, shooting a look at Harry.

"She's allowed to know Harry, everyone else here does." He didn't answer, so she turned back to me. "He did magic outside of school, so he's got to go to a hearing. But it's not even his fault, he was defending himself, and the law clearly states that an underage witch or wizard can use magic in life threatening situations."

"We're not supposed to use magic? What's the point of being able to do it, then?" Harry raised his eyebrows at me incredulously.

"Only when we're underage; when you become 17, you can do magic whenever you want, but not in front of muggles," Hermione explained.

"Muggles?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forget how much you don't know yet! Muggles are people who can't do magic." I nodded slowly.

"So… My mum's a muggle?" Hermione nodded and smiled. Everything still seemed so strange, it felt like I was having to learn an entirely new and exotic language. At that moment, I felt quite thankful that I didn't have to learn English; my father being Greek and my mother English, I was fluent in both the languages.

No one really spoke much for the rest of the day; we finished cleaning two of the rooms, but after that, we were all so tired we only really had time for dinner and then straight to bed. As I lay there again, as I had the previous night, thoughts of my first impressions swam in my mind.

I hadn't known the boy for long, but it was obvious to me that Harry and I were far from being friends. I seemed to get on the best with Hermione out of the trio, but Ron seemed okay. In time, I could be close to them both. Perhaps Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad after all. At the moment, Callie seemed to have it the worst out of the two of us: None of the teenagers here would be in her year at Hogwarts. She would have to start off from scratch when she got to school…

Although I knew it shouldn't have helped, the thought comforted me as I fell asleep.


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