Rise of the Phoenix
Chapter 4. Kind of a time jump here. I only own Artemis, the rest belongs to J.K.R.
It was now time to go to Hogwarts. Artemis looked at her packed suitcases with a sad, tilted look. She'd be leaving Grimmauld Place and Beauxbatons. A single tear slipped down her cheek. Artemis almost never cried. It was so unbelievable that the portraits in her room gasped. "Oh shut it." Artemis cracked a smile. Before she walked out her bedroom door she said, "I'll see you in the winter." Then Artemis locked her door and went down the stairs with her luggage. Kreacher was at the bottom waiting for her. "You will be missed Madam." He sniffled. "See you in winter Kreacher." Artemis smiled. "And listen to Uncle Sirius." She added assertively. "Yes Miss." Kreacher nodded. She gave the house-elf a light pat on the back and got into the flying car. She sat in between Ginny and Hermione. Artemis couldn't stop herself from thinking, Great; I have to sit in between a blood traitor and a mudblood. She didn't like that she thought that, but she had been raised by Walburga. Andromeda had sometimes stopped by after Walburga had died trying to teach her that other wizards that weren't perfect pure-bloods weren't all that bad. She had mostly succeeded but there had still been some of Walburga's lessons on the importance of being a pure-blood still embedded in her brain. "So, are you excited to go to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. Artemis nodded. "It's a great school you know. I don't know what Beauxbatons is like though so I really can't say it's better." Hermione sighed. "Beauxbatons was filled with self-absorbed Veelas, I didn't belong there. If Hogwarts is different than Beauxbatons it's bound to be better." Artemis told Hermione. "Well, some of the Slytherins are self-absorbed. Not all, but most." Hermione replied. "That Pansy Parkinson would carry around a mirror in hand everywhere if she could." Ginny laughed. "Right, that's Draco's girlfriend. I've never liked her." Artemis added. "How do you know Pansy Parkinson?" Ginny asked with a quizzical look. "I celebrate every Christmas with the Malfoys and Draco always brings that girl along. She is so annoying." Artemis answered. "I think I like you." Ginny smiled. "Friends?" Artemis questioned the two girls. "Friends." They agreed. Artemis smirked.
Artemis had been, of course, sorted into Slytherin. Most of the students had been quite frightened by hearing the last name Black. They automatically thought Sirius was her father. Although, when Artemis had left to use the lavatory she heard Draco saying it wasn't Sirius, but Regulus the Death eater. Then he started going on about how Sirius was too much of a disgrace to the family to have an heir in Slytherin. She came back and sat away from Draco. "I heard you've become friends with the Weasley girl and mudblood Granger." He said standing up and walking over to her. "Yes, I have. Do you have a problem with that, Draco?" Artemis snarled. "Actually, I do." Draco said. "Well, too bad. I can choose my own friends, Draco. And I just happen to pick better people to hang out with than you." Artemis replied. Sure, maybe Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini weren't bad but the others were torture.
Artemis went up to her dorm room and wrote a letter to her uncle. Dear Snuffles,
So far it's been okay at Hogwarts. Hermione and Ginny are rather nice friends. I got sorted into Slytherin and had to sit with the dimwit crew. (A/N: I personally love the Slytherins) I'll get over it, I guess. Harry is doing well and so am I. Hoping you're okay.
Love,
Artemis P. Black
She walked up to the Owlery (A/N: ?) and tied the letter to one of the owl's feet. "Number 12 Grimmauld Place. You do know where that is?" Artemis said to the owl. It looked like it had nodded. As it flew off, Artemis heard someone open the door. "Hello." A voice said. She turned around. "Oh, Harry. You kind of scared me. Writing to Snuffles?" Artemis rambled. "Yeah, you?" Harry asked. "Yes, I-I did." She replied. There was an awkward silence. "Well, I'll see you later Harry." Artemis said then rushed out. This was going to make things a lot harder than they were.