Chapter 3 ~ Joining the Right Side
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do however own Naharri and some of the concepts in the story.
Warnings: OOc-ness, girl Harry, [only for part of the series] created concepts, language, gore, yaoi, [eventually] cross-dressing/transgender
Pairings: [future] Naharri/Tom R or Voldemort, Draco/Blaise, Ron/Hermione, and will probably pair Ginny with someone. I don't like her so …
Right …:
Light bashing, Dumbles bashing, Weasley bashing, only semi-insane Voldemort, and I cannot stress this enough … girl Harry, albeit it a bad ass one.
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It was nearly a year later when she got her Hogwarts letter. Remus and Sirius took her to Diagon Alley for her school supplies. She picked up books, potions ingredients, and some treats for Tails. It wasn't until she stepped into Madam Malkins robe shop that she met anyone her own age. Her father and Sirius followed, but they left her to be measured for school robes while they went to look for a new wardrobe for her. She'd grown out of her other clothes.
After being fussed over by the shop owner a voice asked,
"What's your name?"
"Naharri Black." She answered, wondering who this boy was.
"I am Draco Malfoy. A Black? Who are your parents?" the boy asked, curious. The name, was actually weird enough for people to not be able to tell her gender. That's how she liked it, and the boys clothing she wore helped too. He would have no idea …
Before she could answer or Draco could ask anything else Sirius and Remus came over to her.
"Find someone your own age?" asked Sirius.
"yes Sirius. This is Draco Malfoy." Said Naharri.
"Malfoy? You Lucius' son?" asked Sirius.
"yes, Lucius is my father. From the looks of it you are a Black. Sirius Black." Said Draco.
"Yes, we have to go." Said Remus, gesturing toward the owner to get the price for their purchase tallied up.
"Leaving so soon Naharri Black?" asked Draco.
"I still have some things to do before going to Hogwarts." Replied the girl, following the sound of Remus' footsteps as he left the room. They paid for the clothing and then made their way to the wand shop.
"Ms. Black, I was wondering when I would meet you." Said Olivander as they entered.
"yes … that is my name … How did you know?" she asked.
"You may look rather masculine and with those clothes you can fool most, but not me. You are here for a wand … try this one. Holly and Unicorn hair …" he said, giving her a box. She opened it and pulled out the wand inside. When she waved it sparks flew and hit a glass ornament on the cashier's desk.
"Not that one." Olivander said.
She shook her head and gave him the wand. They tried a number of wands but none of them worked. A large pile was stacked behind Olivander, but he did not seem uneasy at all.
"Let's try this one. Holly and Phoenix feather …" he said, handing her a wand. This one was still wrong.
"That one neither … I was so sure …" he said. Sirius had to hold back laughter. He remembered being quite difficult to find a wand for when he was in his first year.
"I think … maybe … this one … yew and dragon heart string … 12 ½ inches …" Olivander said, passing her a box.
When I touched the wand it was warm. I waved it, feeling magic flowing freely and it was so right.
"That's the one! The yew is normally for dark spells. Are you dark Ms. Black?"
"Not exactly." I said, and it was true. I would call myself neutral right now, just like my father. Being dark at the moment wasn't exactly a good thing.
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At King's Cross Sirius and Remus stood beside me. I could hear many voices, but there was one that stood out.
"That's the Weasley Matriarch." Said Remus.
"Weasley?" I asked.
"They have a lot of kids. I think it's seven or something. We never really got along very well." Sirius said.
"Just you or the 'gang?'" I asked.
"Peter was the only one who got along with them. He was a brown-nosing fool. I wonder how he became one of us in the first place …" Sirius said. I growled softly and started walking in the direction the barrier should be. This was going to be an interesting year.
On the other side a boy started to talk to me.
"What's your name?" he asked. I sighed, I was going to have to use my 'adoptive' name now, but technically it wasn't true … Could I get away with not using the surname and still have people believing that I was the girl-who-lived? Not that I wanted that fame, but maybe …
"Naharri Black." I told him.
"Black? I guess … I am looking for someone …" he said.
"Who?"
"I am supposed to find the child-who-lived." Said the boy.
"Who are you? I gave you my name … it's only customary …" I said, putting a bit of seduction into my actions. Whether I was thought a boy or girl, my father taught me it could get you a long way. Not that I would use it often.
"… I … I am Ron Weasley." He said. I smirked.
"You found the one you are looking for." I said.
"Wha? That's … you're not …"
"Sometimes I think people are so stupid." I said, brushing the fringe out of my forehead. The lightning bolt scar stood proudly against my somewhat tanned skin. Ron gasped and then grabbed my arm.
"I want to be your friend. … Naha …"
"It's Naharri, and no I will not associate with you unless it's absolutely necessary." I said.
"What … Why?"
"I do not like weasels." I said as I left him there.
I could feel Draco's aura come toward me as I made my way toward the train.
"That was bloody brilliant. I hate the Weasleys myself. There is the Malfoy-"
"I am aware of the grudge." I said, my voice a bit harsher than I meant.
"i-"
"Sorry, I am just a bit annoyed. Why can't people believe what is right in front of their face?" I asked, closing my eyes and growling inaudibly.
"Who knows, that's a mystery to all of us." Said Sirius as he came up behind me. I could feel Remus nearby too.
"I think it's stupid that I tell someone who I am, and they don't believe me." I said.
"What did you tell them?" asked Father.
"That I am the child-who-lived." I said.
"Really?" Draco asked.
I blew my bangs out of my face and turned to him. He gasped and then lightly touched my wrist. This was a bit more tolerable than the weasel, but still not something I wanted to deal with. The only people allowed to touch me are father and Sirius. I removed his hand and glared at him.
"Does everyone have to try and touch me, knowing who I am? What the fuck is so special about this? It's not like I remember what I am supposed to be famous for." I said, my voice nearly hissing.
Draco grasped my wrist, and I could feel him shuddering. Okay …
"You … I …"
"Be careful Naharri, there might be things that you can do that will attract people to you worse than others." Father said into my ear. Thankfully Draco didn't hear it, for that would be hard to explain.
"Like what?" I whispered.
"I am not completely sure …" he said.
"Even I felt that." Said Sirius.
"Right …" I said.
I dropped Draco's hand and started off toward the train. After getting hugs from both Sirius and Father I went aboard. Draco was close behind me and he followed me to a compartment. I turned around and glared at him.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I want to get to know you better. You seem like a decent person." He said.
"Sure … I am certain your father would approve."I said scathingly.
"He would if you were a Slytherin. You just might be …"
"Who the fuck knows. I won't know that until the feast tonight. Will you and the rest of the fucking world stop annoying me?" I asked.
"I guess I can leave you lone for a while. There are some people that I want to talk to. I guess I'll see you later Naharri."
"See you around … Draco."
If he was surprised by the use of his given name he did not comment on it.
A girl came into the compartment fifteen minutes after Draco had left. I was reading a book I'd translated into braille when the knock came. Without waiting for an answer the girl came in. Her perfume was nearly putrid with how much of it she was wearing.
"… have you seen a toad? Neville hear's lost one." She asked. Neville? Then I concentrated and could feel another aura, this one very weak.
"No." I said, going back to my reading. The girl huffed and dragged the boy, Neville, out of the compartment.
Half an hour later Ron came into the compartment. I recognized the aura and slammed my book shut.
"What the fuck do you want Weasel?" I asked.
"… I just wanted …"
"I don't fucking care," I said.
"Ronny-kins,"
"Come with us," two voices said almost in unison. I blinked and then flashed a smirk in the direction Ron should be. He growled and huffed as he was taken away.
Draco came in an hour later. I was about to snap at him when I noticed the foreign aura near him.
"I would like you to meet Blaise Zabini. Blaise this is Naharri Black, the child-who-lived." Said Draco.
"Nice to meet you." Said Blaise as he shook my hand. He did not seem to be too bad.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" asked the Zabini boy. I had never really thought about it much before.
Now that you mention it …
"Probably Ravenclaw or Slytherin." I said.
"Why?" asked Draco.
"How do you figure that?" Blaise asked.
"I like reading and learning, and then there is the fact that people with Gryffindor traits don't seem to get along well with me." I said.
"Really?" Blaise asked.
"That Weasel will most likely be in Gryffindor. From what I've read about them … that's where he'll probably end up." I said.
Draco and Blaise exited the compartment and went somewhere else after that. Ron came back, seeming furious.
"Why did you let them bloody take me with them!" he nearly shouted, the noise making me cover my sensitive ears.
"Shut the fuck up Weasel." I said.
"Why should I … I should curse you-"
"already ahead of you … ColoVari." I said, casting the spell without a wand.
The kid was so stupid, he probably wouldn't know it was advanced magic I shouldn't be able to perform as a … before a first year. He squeaked as his hair grew out and turned pink. I came up to him and pulled on the hair.
"This suits you Weasley." I said as I pushed him out of the compartment. The best part about that spell, he, nor anyone else, could remove it. I made sure of that, and a simple 'finite' would do nothing.
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I was glad when we finally got to the castle. The man who instructed us to get into small boats had a weird aura. It was almost as if he was hiding his magic …
Either way, he wasn't too bad, although his English was nothing to be desired. I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm as I sat in a boat with the weasel. Draco and Blaise were in another boat, and I was just unlucky to have the girl who asked about the toad pull me into the same boat with Neville and Weasel.
Draco and Blaise came up to me as Professor McGonigall left us just inside the castle walls.
"I trust you can tell the wrong sort apart … but just in case …" Draco said as he grabbed my hand and shook it.
"… right if I end up in Slytherin I will be sure to find you." I said. Sometimes I wondered if he was only talking to me because I was the child-who-lived. There was a possibility that was not the case, for he talked to me in the robes shop …
"I am here as well. Unlike Draco, I will befriend you no matter which house you end up in." said the Zabini boy. I nodded and then the Professor came bak.
She explained how the sorting worked and we were led into the Great Hall. Immediately the sound and various auras assaulted my senses. I clutched my head and pressed down on the pendant hidden underneath my robes. It was shaped like a wolf, and its purpose was to dull auras and sounds until I could block them out myself. Father gave it to me when I turned seven, and it was rather useful.
"Granger, Hermione." McGonigall said as I could hear the girl walking to the stool. Only a few seconds after the hat touched her head …
"Gryffindor!"
I scoffed and pressed down a bit harder on the wolf pendant, the clapping making things worse. I was going to have such a headache later …
"Malfoy, Draco."
"Slytherin!"
"Longbottom, Neville."
"Gryffindor!"
"Potter, Nahari."
"That is not my name." I hissed.
"That is what we have on the roster …" McGonigall said.
"I would think that a professor would respect my wishes and call me by my rightful name." I said bitterly.
"What is your name then?" she snapped.
"Naharri Black." I said. I had wondered why my name wasn't called before …
"Fine, Black, Naharri."
"Very interesting …" the hat said as I put it on.
"Whatever the fuck you do … not Gryffindor." I hissed.
"Why not … that is where-"
"I will not be a filthy lion …" I snapped.
"Alright … this is hard. I see loyalty for your parents …"
"I am not a fucking Hufflepuff."
"I see … I also see a thirst for knowledge … but that is not right either … Better be … Slytherin!"
I held back a sigh as I made my way over to the Slytherin table. That took way too fucking long.
I could feel eyes on me as I was eating. I made sure to close my eyes as I tried to figure out who it was. Father and Sirius explained about wizards who could read minds, a skill which as called Legilimancy. They told me that Dumbledore could use it, and therefore, I should be cautious. They said it was too soon to teach me how to fully prevent it, but they did start teaching me. One way, was to not look directly into the eyes of the wizard in question.
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Later that night I climbed the stairs to the Slytherin boys dorm. Father and Sirius had agreed with me on this. It was much better and safer for me to masquerade as a boy. Even Dumbledore would surely have trouble figuring out I was not a boy. Besides … girls were infinitely annoying and I did not want to be around them any more than I had to.
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A/N:
That ends this chapter. I hope people are actually liking this. I am working on the next chapter already.
R and R