Chapter 5 Meeting The Boy Who Lived.
Alventine Cievers Nuray Iren Auphery Kelza Helting , which was her full name, or when Dumbledore was in an odd mood, with a Riddle at the end. Oh, she knew, she knew who her father was, she knew more about Hogwarts than any person there. Alventine, had one wish, just one dream that never diminished over the years, and it was to meet her father.
She knew people said he was a Dark Lord, but the ghosts and some old portraits knew his stories, and they all said he was quite clever. She wanted to meet him and know him, to know what he was like and if it was worth it to follow his ideals. Unlike her father, she did not intimidate, she charmed her way to the things she wanted. She had plenty of experience wriggling out of trouble throughout her time in school, except for Dumbledore, and her somewhat Head of House, Julius. Alventine was an heiress of Hogwarts, the Slytherin Heiress, (no surprise) but it also meant that the Headmaster was in charge of her, and her Head of House, was her guardian. Usually, one became the guardian of the next heir of Hogwarts once one graduated. So Julius, the heir of Ravenclaw, was back in school as the assistant Professor of Remus and her guardian. Her charms never worked against Julius, who always looked faintly amused by her behavior, and Dumbledore always treats her like a child, only allowing small things that she wanted. She would have to work on Dumbledore, it was frustrating to know that she was being manipulated, without any way of revenge.
She sighed and pulled out her wand, and watched as Harry walked into Ollivander's. She had two wands, one official and registered, the other, for...personal uses.
Alventine refused to believe her father was dead. At least, that was something she was sure of.
She turned to see a blond boy looking at them, a smile appeared on her face. It didn't mean she was happy, it just meant she had something to do.
§I'm happy. Let's get some Chocolate Frogs later.§ Sinetis hissed, twirling around her arm.
§Of course.§ Alventine stroked his triangular head.
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Harry and Alventine walked through the crowd with ease, but unfortunately, Harry never had too much good luck to last. In a few minutes, reporters were apparating to the front of Gringott's to a short boy with blond hair and a scar on his cheek. They were taking pictures of that boy, who was walking down the alley with a confident stride.
Harry was accidentally pushed into the reporters, and Aris hurried in after him. He was shoved to the front and the boy, not seeing a scruffy little boy in front of him, tripped over Aris.
"You will pay for that!" The boy shouted, pulling out his wand, Harry felt Aris' fury leak into himself, and dropped his apologizing demeanor. No one, absolutely, no one threatened Aris.
"I said I was sorry!" He shouted, his temper flaring. But the boy pointed his wand at Harry, Harry panicked slightly, he didn't know any magic...all he knew was that since that boy needed his wand to hurt him or Aris, he won't be having that wand much longer. Harry lunged at the wand, and wrenched it out of the boy's grasp, punching him so he was distracted in the first place. The wand slip through the boy's fingers and clattered to the ground, instead of going for the wand, the boy punched Harry on his right eye.
Alventine managed to slip through the crowd, but when she got to the front, Harry was already wrestling with that boy, the Boy-Who-Lived, Neville Longbottom. Longbottom's wand was lying forgotten on the floor, and apparently, the reporters now know who Harry was, the mass murderer's godson, Harry Potter.
Aris was helping Harry fight, and clearly Harry was winning. Alventine watched for a moment, it was always interesting to see people fighting physically, most wizards use wands, no one wanted to get their hands dirty.
But they needed to get out of here quickly.
"Need some help?" A pale pointed face young boy with white blond hair said. Alventine knew him from his father's many visits to Hogwarts, and the fact that he, like her, spent a lot of time in Diagon Alley. They were best friends, well, as best friends as one could be with a part lamia.
"Yes, Harry's in trouble, even though he's winning." Alventine pointed at Harry, Draco thought for a moment. His grey piercing eyes on Harry, who was busy on keeping Longbottom's fist away from his face.
"Harry Potter? That's hard, how will we distract the reporters?" He said, his brain in 'plotting' mode. Alventine grinned, Draco was good at plotting pranks, influenced by her of course. Lucius Malfoy had long since given up on teaching Draco pure blood manners, instead, wishing that the ruining of his heir might be enough for their Lord's little heiress to be happy.
"Let's put up some fireworks." She pulled her wand, and pointed to where Knockturn Alley was.
She hissed something in Parseltongue to increase the magic of the spell, illusions were her speciality.
The whole Alley seem to burst into fire, the reporters, eager to report something exciting, rushed towards Knockturn Alley, leaving the children behind.
Draco stowed his wand back into his robes, a smirk on his face as he pull up Harry from the unconscious Longbottom. Alventine gave him a look for him to compose himself before helping Harry up. It just wouldn't do it they were to let this boy who would fight the BWL into Dumbledore's clutches, and the first step was not smirking at him.
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"Draco Malfoy, pleasure to meet you, the reporters will be back in a second, and things won't be good with the Boy-Who-Lived unconscious." Draco said, helping the slightly bloody Harry up. Alventine led them through the many small alleys that were even more confusing then Diagon Alley, Draco followed like it was nothing that they were walking through places that didn't even look like a place to be walking in. For example, dark alleys, walls with secret passages, and even through walls.
"Where are we?" Harry asked, looking around curiously with his two black eyes, Alventine ignored him as she stared at another wall, while Draco turned to Harry with a mock look of a teacher explaining something.
"Well, I think we are somewhere in Diagon Alley." He said slowly, his face arranged into a smirk. Harry mock scowled at him in return. Aris liked Draco, so naturally, Harry couldn't hate him, Aris was usually right.
"He has no clue, Harry, really, sometimes even I get lost here, and I spend my whole summer here every year." She murmured, tapping a brick with her wand. The wall opened up again and Harry saw the familiar Leaky Cauldron.
Finally.
The reporters were finally gone, but nearly everyone was staring at Harry's bruised face and Aris.
"Why is everybody making such a fuss?" Harry complained, he got into fights with the local bullies every single day, nobody cared, it was life, try to defend the weak ones for Dudley, consequence? You get beat up. Not fight for the younger years? Well, you get targeted later because they weren't worth the whole gangs effort. Life.
"Because it's not every day the godson of the mass murderer Sirius Black gets into a fight with the symbol of Light, the Big-Headed-Wart-That-Can't-Die." Draco said sarcastically, he was a bit young for sarcasm, but hanging around with 'someone' too long does that to a person.
"You need a bigger vocabulary Draco." Alventine said, paying for their ice cream while she ate a chocolate muffin.
"Who's the Boy-Who-Lived?" Harry asked curiously, sitting down in the chair beside Draco in the little cafe.
:At least no one's staring.: Aris said helpfully, looking up at him curiously.
: Curiosity killed the cat, Aris.: Harry thought back, and the cat scowled at him. Harry thought it was quite funny that his cat had so many expressions.
:So you would be dead for asking about the Boy-Who-Lived.: She retorted, allowing Harry to scratch behind her ears. Harry chose to ignore her.
The two filled him on the basics of the wizarding world, and Alventine was careful not to give him a brainwash, it wouldn't do if Dumbledore found out about her manipulating other students. Julius would probably laugh at her ineptness, Alventine would prefer the laugh, Dumbledore was just too hard to deal with.
§Wolfy at three o' clock.§ Sinetis hissed, Alventine swiveled around. True, Remus was striding towards them.
:Wolfy?: Aris asked, Sinetis slithered down Alventine's arm to face the cat. §Remus Lupin, the wolf man. But we aren't suppose to call him that. It's not like he could hear though.§
"Harry! There you are, I've been looking all over for you! Have you been in a fight?" Harry, was actually watching Remus with a new light.