Anna Diggory: Her Story

This is the story of Anna Diggory, an American witch who is pulled into the lives of our favorite Hogwarts' student after some unfortunate events. Follow Anna as she helps her new friends deal with life at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately…I don't own anything that you recognize. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling. I also don't own any songs that might appear in the story. The only thing I own is Anna.

Chapter 4: The First Day is Always Hell…

I woke up the next morning with a massive headache, from very little sleep. I grabbed my wand and muttered a spell that my mother had taught me for these occasions. Once the headache was gone, I looked at my surroundings…this wasn't my bed…and this wasn't my room…hell, this wasn't the hell I had been in for the past few weeks. I had started panicking when a familiar voice broke through my thoughts.

"Anna? Are you awake? Your stuff arrived last night. Anna?"

The curtains around my bed were opened to reveal Hermione Granger. Now I remembered were I was…I was at Hogwarts…

"Yeah, I'm up. Where is it?"

Hermione pointed to the trunk at the foot of my bed, along with a cage. I got out of bed and inspected the cage. Inside of it was a jet-black cat with green eyes…and a note.

Dear Anna,

By the time you get this gift, it'll be after your birthday. But it's better late than never. Happy birthday, Anna. She doesn't have a name yet, but discuss it with her.

Love,

Cedric

"Discuss it with her?" I mutter to myself. I put down the note and opened the cage. I reached inside and pulled out the cat. "Discuss it with her?" I muttered again. I looked the cat in the eyes and sighed. "What shall I call you? Luna? No…too Sailor Moon. Raven? No…" The cat looked at me as I thought of names…giving me a look when she didn't like the option. Then it hit me…"How about Jinx?" The cat gave me another look, as if telling me she liked the name. "Alright…Jinx it is, then." The collar around her neck started to glow, and her name appeared on the nametag. She meowed contently and jumped onto my bed. I opened my trunk to find everything in there, uniform included.

"Anna, are you alright? You don't look too well," Hermione asked with concern.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you have circles under your eyes and you have cuts on your arms and face."

"I'm fine, Hermione."

"Are you sure? You look-"

"Hermione! I'm fine. I swear."

"Alright," she said, defeated.

I picked out my bathroom stuff, my uniform, and other things I needed and headed towards the bathroom. I walked in and looked at myself in the mirror…Hermione was right; I do look like shit. I turned the shower on and set it to temperature. It felt so goodI emerged twenty minutes later smelling like an apple pie. My shampoo was apple; my conditioner was cinnamon; my body wash was vanilla. I walked over to the mirror and did my usual makeup, black eyeliner, black mascara, and cherry lip-gloss. I dried my hair and left it down. My uniform fit perfectly…but I didn't like it. I rolled the skirt up to the middle of my thigh, and I was satisfied. I walked out of the bathroom to find Hermione dressed and ready to go. I walked over to my bed and grabbed my black Panic! At the Disco messenger bag and walked down to the Common Room with Hermione. When we got downstairs, Harry and Ron were waiting for us. We walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast, and to get our schedules.

"I have all my classes with you guys… You think they did that on purpose?"

"Honestly, I wouldn't put it passed Dumbledore. He's probably just trying to make sure you don't get lost. This is a castle after all," Hermione said. Everyone continued eating, but me. I wasn't very hungry. The dreams and events from the past few weeks filled my head and consumed my thoughts.

"Anna?"

I was ripped from my thoughts by Ron's voice. My hazel eyes met his blue ones and I saw a hint of concern.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine, Ron."

"You sure? You haven't eaten anything yet."

"Ron's right, Anna. You don't look too well," Harry interjected.

"Fine," I sighed. "I'll eat something. Harry? Pass the toast." I ate two pieces of toast with butter and grape jelly before we headed to our first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts…

We walked into the classroom to find seats saved for us. Two guys were standing near the four empty seats. One of the guys was black with short hair and brown eyes. The other was white with brown hair and brown eyes. Hermione walked to a seat near the front of the class while I stuck close to Harry and Ron.

"Hey, Seamus! Hey, Dean!" Ron and Harry greeted the boys.

"Guys, this is Anna Diggory. Anna, this is Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas," Ron introduced. We started talking with the guys and I found out Seamus and I had stuff in common. I like talking to him…

Our fun was cut short when someone cut in…

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? New meat?"

I turned around to see the guy from the World Cup, Draco Malfoy.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

"Diggory. Anna Diggory," I said in a smart-ass tone.

"Mocking, are we?"

"I wouldn't have to if someone didn't introduce themselves like James Bond."

"Normally I wouldn't even THINK of touching a mud-blood. But I think I'll make an exception for you," he said, his lips hovering over mine.

"Drakey-Poo, I thought I was the only person you touched!" a pug-like girl said from beside Draco.

"Be quiet, Pansy!"

"I wouldn't touch her if I were you, Draco. I hear insanity is contagious."

I grabbed Pansy by the collar and pushed her against the nearest wall. I stared at her dead in the eyes. "You know nothing of insanity," I said venomously.

"Anna, let her go," Harry said, pulling on my arm. "She's not worth it! Just let her go!"

"Ms. Diggory, please release Ms. Parkinson. 60 points from Slytherin for Ms. Parkinson's comment and 30 points from Gryffindor for Ms. Diggory threatening Ms. Parkinson. Take your seats, now!"

I let Pansy go and Harry led me to my seat next to Ron. Harry sat in the seat in front of me and Hermione was diagonally across from Harry.

"Alastor Moody. Ex- Auror. Ministry malcontent and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story. Goodbye. The end! Any questions?"

The room was silent as our new teacher stared at us.

"When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

"Three, sir," Hermione answered.

"And they are so named?"

"Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will-"

"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct!" Moody growled, finishing Hermione's answer. "The Ministry says you don't need to know this. I say different! You need to know what you're up against. You need to be prepared…you need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!"

I turned around to see that Seamus was in fact sticking his gum under his desk…

"No way, the old codger can see out of the back of his head!"

"And hear across classrooms!" Moody shouted, chucking a piece of chalk at him. "So, which curse shall we see first?" He looked around the room to see if anyone would be willing to answer…none did.

"Weasley!" he barked.

"Yes," Ron squeaked.

"Stand," Moody ordered. Ron warily stood, looking at me for support. I gave him a small smile as he stood. "Give us a curse," Moody asked.

"Well, my dad did tell me about one…the Imperious Curse."

"Yes, your father would know all about that one. Gave the Ministry some trouble a few years back." Moody walked over to his desk and Ron sat back down. Moody enlarged a spider in his hand and cast the Imperious Curse on it. He made it do really funny things, like bothering students. Poor Ron, though…the spider went on his head and he looked scared. But then Moody put the spider on Malfoy…it was really funny! Then he almost made the spider kill itself.

"Scores of witches and wizards have said that they have only done You-Know-Who's bidding under the Imperious Curse. But here's the kick, how do we tell whose lying, from who's telling the truth? Give us another curse? Anyone?" Hands started to slowly raise as people got more into the lesson. He chose one student…"Longbottom, is it? Give us a curse."

"Well, there's…there's the Cruciatus Curse." Moody motioned for Neville to follow him to the desk. Moody put down the spider and pointed his wand.

"Crucio!"

Memories of that horrible night floated back into my head. I didn't see a spider being tortured…I saw my mom and dad. The pain in their faces and their contorted bodies. I saw everything as if were happening. Their eyes…..oh god, their eyes. The pain and hurt in their eyes… I stood there and did nothing to stop them… The shock paralyzed me to the spot. I shouted at myself in my head to move and fight…but my body wouldn't respond.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him! Stop it!" I heard in the distance.

The Death Eaters paused for a moment, my parents' bodies' relaxing as they lay there. Then it happened…

"Avada Kadavra!" I watched them die…looking at me as they left their bodies… Then the Death Eaters turned to me. Hitting and slicing…all over my body. I could feel the pain all over. I cried out it hurt so much…and the blood…so much blood…my blood…

Harry's P.O.V…

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him! Stop it!" Hermione screamed at Moody. He lowered his wand and picked up the spider. He set it on Hermione's desk and asked her to name the last curse. She shook her head no with tears in her eyes. Moody killed the spider with the Killing Curse. Then he had to mention that I'm the only one to survive it…

I heard a whimper of pain from behind me. I turned to see Anna in tears. She was scratching her arms and clutching parts of her body. All in all, she looked in pain. "Um…Professor? Professor Moody?" I asked.

"What is it, Potter?"

"Something's wrong with Anna…"

Moody walked back to where we were sitting and looked at Anna. He didn't seem in the least bit panicked.

"Potter, try waking her."

"Waking her, sir?"

"Just do it, Potter!"

I moved next to Anna and tried shaking her…it didn't work. She started crying harder from the pain.

"Talk to her, Potter." I looked at Moody like he had ten heads. "Just do it, Potter!"

I leaned next to Anna's ear and started talking…

"Anna, wake up. It's alright. It's not real. You're just imagining things. Wake up!"

Anna's P.O.V…

I lay there slipping in and out of consciousness. Pain surrounded me. My body wanted to give up. Give into what they wanted…but something wouldn't let me. Something held me back. A voice…

"Anna, wake up. It's alright. It's not real. You're just imagining things. Wake up!"

I knew that voice…

My brain kicked back into gear and I looked at my surroundings. I wasn't in my house. My parents weren't laying a few feet away from me dead. I wasn't on the floor dying. I was at Hogwarts. I was in my Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I caught Harry's green eyes and realized he was the one that gave me hope. The one that stopped me from dying. He stopped my demons from winning…

I threw my arms around Harry's neck, buried my face into his shoulder, and cried the tears that waited so long to be shed. He wrapped his arms around me and held onto me as I cried.

"Class dismissed," Moody said, clearing his throat.

Ron came over and took my hand while Harry and Hermione grabbed my things. Ron put his arm over my shoulder drawing calming circles with his thumb. The three of us walked down the steps of the tower, heading to our next class. Hermione was ranting about Moody performing those spells in a classroom…

"I mean, look at what happened to Anna, and did you see the look on Neville's face?"

Neville was looking out of a stained-glass window, it looked like it was crying…

"Neville-"

"You alright there, son?" Moody asked. Neville just looked at him and said nothing. "Come on, I want to show you something." He stared to walk away and Neville followed. "Ms. Diggory, you too."

I turned to head up the stairs, but the gang stopped me.

"Here's your stuff, Anna."

"We'll let McGonagall know where you are," Hermione said. She and Harry started walking down the stairs but Ron stayed behind.

"You alright?"

"I dunno, Ron."

"If you need me, you know where to find me."

"Thanks, Ron," I said smiling.

"No problem. See you in Transfiguration," he said, kissing my forehead. "Bye."

"Bye." With that, I walked back into the classroom.

Moody had a kettle over the fire and three tea cups out. I set my books and bag on a table and sat next to Neville. Neville and I started talking about what had happened to our parents…which was not an easy subject matter. The kettle gave a whistle and Moody poured the water into the cups. We sat and talked for a while. Moody gave Neville a Herbology books and then dismissed him.

"Bye, Neville."

"Bye, Anna."

"Anna," Moody started. "I'm sorry about what happened to your parents. They were good people."

"You knew them?"

"I knew your dad very well. And your mom was a sweetheart. It's a shame what happened to them…" I stayed silent and Moody continued. "I'm sorry about today in class. It had to be taught though."

"I understand, Professor. But I have a question…how did you know to wake me up?"

"Easy…your records. We all looked at them before you transferred in."

"Oh…"

"Are you alright?"

"I dunno. Professor, am I crazy?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I can't help but feel that I am," I said, tears forming in my eyes.

"You are not crazy, Anna. Where would you get such a stupid idea?"

"From everyone. That's all I've heard-"

"Listen to me, Anna. You are not crazy. You are the most talented witch I have seen."

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't know anyone your age who is as talented an artist as you are. You aren't crazy. I should know…"

"Thanks."

"Your welcome, Anna. If you ever want to talk, I'm here. I'm probably the only one in the school who can relate to how you feel. And I will be more than willing to help." I smiled at Moody and nodded my thanks. I grabbed my things and headed for the door.

"Professor?" I asked, turning around.

"Yes?"

"Thanks…for everything."

"Your welcome, Anna. Here's a note for McGonagall. So you won't lose points."

"Thanks," I said, leaving.

The rest of the day, no one said anything about what happened in Defense Against the Dark Arts…and I wouldn't have it any other way…

A/N: So…it's been over a month since I last updated…and I'm sorry. I was very uninspired for a short period of time…plus I had to re-watch this scene to get it right. But here's chapter 4...chapter 5 is being written as we speak…I started it before I finished this one…so it should be done soon. Please review…let me know what you think…

Mel.