AN/ if you are a returning reader please read the last chapter I have changed things significantly. Thanks!
James Potter.
5 August 1974
The wind was howling through the valley but it did nothing to take away the screams of the people around me. I tumble out of the my bead and onto the polished timber floor, getting hopelessly tangled in the silk sheet.I can hear footsteps falling closer to my door and at the last second roll under my bed as I just manage to free myself from my sheets.
"Ilyra, where are you honey" It my mum, with a sigh of relief I scramble out of my hiding spot and hug her
"Natalia, there in the house!" my dad is wide eyed and panicked as he enters the room
"Will, get Ilyra out of here, take her to your brothers, away from this place, I'll hold the off as much as I can!"
"No you take and be-"
"You know as well as I do that I stand a better chance against these creature then you do, they aren't affected by magic will!"
My bedroom door slams down and the Markelas enter, they look similar to a wolf with jet black fur, the fur now soaked in blood.
My mother draws her sword as she slashes up, my dad grabs my arm another Markela enters the room, we start to turn and the last I see of my mother is when the Markelas pounce.
"MUM!"
Soaked in sweat I wake up in the new bed and for a moment I think I'm back in my house, back in my room as the Markelas are attacking, our whole town wiped out in one foul swoop. But its not, I'm in the house my father brought me to, the one of my Aunt and Uncles. Dorea and Charlus. Before last night I have never even meet them. Not once.
This room is too big, there house is too big, how can such a small family live here. I've been swallowed into this grand house. It truly is beautiful.
I talked to Dorea last night, and at least my relatives seems nice, apparently they have a son my age, I'll probably meet him today.
For the next few hours I stare at the ceiling. All I can replay is the last moments of my mother's life, and how I miss her, and how my father had to go away, HE LEFT ME!.
Throwing myself out of the bed I call for Trixie, the house elf that aunt Dorea told me about and with a pop she appears in front of me. She is not at all what I expected short, almost karki green in colour with bat like ears and eyes as big as tennis balls
"How, can Trixie help you missus"
"Would you be able to show me the way to the kitchen?... Please" at the mention of please Trixie perks up and stands prundly with what I can only assume to be a smile
"Follow me missus, Trixie will show you the way"
Once we are out in the hall i realise just how magnificent Potter Manor actually is, the walls themselves even seem to be perfectly crafted. Ever section of this mansion, for lack of a better work seems to be hand crafted away to be traditional yet light and airy. The hallway is lined with doors to which i can only guess to be bedrooms. looking closer to my own door i find that my name: Ilyra Potter is already carved into the label, on my travels I come across only one other door that had a label in this hall and is was James, my cousin.
When we reached the kitchen I set about familiarising myself with where things were and stared pulling out things to make chocolate chip biscuits. Trixie starts to protest in that it is her job to cook for the household but very quickly I convince her that I enjoy making things and together we start creating the dough and baking the biscuits.'
As the biscuit cook in the oven and we are sipping on newly made hot chocolates the door to the kitchen opens and a boy of about my age walks his hair is black and messy and is wearing square rim glass. He doesn't notice me on his way to the fridge but when he turns around, bottle of milk in hand he most certainly does.
I'm hungry...
First thought of the day gents, what a suprise! swinging out of bed and bound down the stairs into the kitched and head straight for some milk, okay so what cereal should i have this morning? Maybe i should-
Holy hell who is that? I stand there gob smacked as I see a girl in the room, she appears to be laughing with a house elf?, wait thats my house elf! who? what? when?
"Who the bloody hell are you?" I say my mind clicking to gear as the oddness of this situation comes to the forefront of my mind and the fact that there is someone I don't know in the kitchen of my house.
"Hi I'm Ilyra Potter, I'm your cousin. I only got here last night, It is nice to finally meet you James" she extends her hand to wards me in greeting
"I don't have a cousin on my dads side, who are you"
"Hey, no need to get all defensive I didn't know about you or my uncle untill yesterday either." DING! "Oh look Trixie the biscuits are ready!" turning to me "You want one?"
"... Sure" settling down in the kitchen we eat the freshly baked biscuits which I admit are quite great and start talking. Our fathers are brothers, her parents died in some type of raid, apparently her mother is elven and that is why we had never meet as these typed of elves generally stay away from wizards to protect their small communities as much as they can. what she likes to do and what she dislikes. She has never heard of quidditich, SERIOUSLY who has never heard of quidditich! So we start going over the rules and the games aspects and she seems to be enoying it and even want to be taught how to play, the distraction from what happen to her parent helps too I would assume.
28 August 1974
Over the past few week Ilyra and James have grown close, incredibly close. Infact they were now almost inseparable siblings. Ilyra was growing more and more excited about going to Hogwarts and meeting Sirius, Remus, Peter and Lily that James was always on about. It was mid morning and James was stepping me through the process of ridding a broom when uncle Charlus called us inside to meet an old man with an interesting choice in rodes, long silver hair and a beard that was surprisingly enough tucked into his belt... I guess it wouldn't fall into food that way.
"Professor Dumbledore!" exclaims James as soon as he sees the professor.
"Good Morning James, excited for the school year? Oh and you must be miss Ilyra Potter a pleasure to meet you." he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Ilyra, Albus here is headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he's has come to sort out your enrolment into the school and sort you into one of the houses". We head to the sitting room the looks over the backyard. There Professor Dumbledore briefs me on Hogwarts school, we are happy to have you join us, some rules. Before he pulls out a dusty old looking hat who he claims to be the sorting hat to determines on house before he puts it on me.
hmm, a transfer it has been I while since I have sorted one of you I jump slightly as the sorting hat starts to speak in my mind
when was the last on?
1863 I believe.., Now lets see where to put you?... your mind is quite organised for one so young and protected, I have to know to be able to sort you
I've built this mind castle to protect my mind from others, what do you need to sort me.
Oooh, Careful and strategic.. that could be Ravenclaw, or Slytherin... let me in so I can sort you properly child, I do this for every student that passes through Hogwarts.
Knowing it will get us no where to hold up my mental barriers I allow him through the front gates and into the foyer in my mind.
Bravary and Loyalty I see, these are prominent at heart... better be " Gryffindor"
"Congratulations miss Potter, It seems you'll be joining your cousin in Gryffindor House."
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~Thaliarya.