Chapter Thirteen
Etain yawned, staring into her coco-pops as though they held the answers to everything. Her Mum was sat at the kitchen table staring blindly into space while sipping her tea that Etain's Dad made her every morning.
Medusa bounded in.
"Etain, there's a vulture in the Living Room for you, Dad went spare but he left for work about a minute ago so..."
Etain frowned but nevertheless decided to check. She opened the door and shrieked. A huge bird leapt into the air, startled and flew around the room before settling back on the sofa. Etain narrowed her eyes when she saw the letter tied to one of its legs.
Dear Etain,
Meet Nekhbet, she's Father's newest bird. I thought you might appreciate borrowing her for a while since you haven't been replying to any of our letters. I was offended, and then I remembered you don't own any owls so I stole Nekhbet, have her for the rest of the summer. Mother certainly won't miss her moulting all over the breakfast table.
Expect a Howler from Pansy; she's on the verge of sending one to Hermione as well. Blaise, thankfully, is only sulking, no less unpleasant but at least easier on the ears.
Muggleborns aren't very good at communicating are they?
Speaking of communicating, Potter doesn't seem to be very good at it either. Apparently Longbottom's written to Pansy all in a flap because he thinks Potter's been kidnapped or something. Typical Gryffindor overreaction. Anyway, Longbottom supplied an address, as though we were going to go on a rescue mission or something but I thought you might be interested just for future reference.
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Nothing else is happening at the moment. I'm quite bored.
Oh well, still fairly early days.
Draco
She shrugged and decided to deal with Potter first.
Potter,
Are you being cruelly tortured? Don't bother replying, Neville hasn't had one and I think he should be priority. I'll come to your house so I can beat the snot out of you,
Grey
Etain thought for a moment before heading back into the kitchen. Her Dad had already left for work so it was just Meda and her Mum.
"How would you two like to go on an adventure?" She asked, batting her eyelids.
"Entailing?" Meda looked up from her examination of Jormugandr's teeth.
"I'm not entirely sure. Lots of sneaking around." She shrugged. Her Mum's eyes snapped up and she smirked, her eyes glinting, looking healthier than usual.
"Sure."
Etain and Meda looked at each other and slowly started to grin.
"She's back." Etain whispered to Meda.
Most school children look forward to the Summer Holidays, the holidays, the lack of work... Or, in the Grey children's case, their mother coming out of hibernation.
Meda often said it was a shame their father worked practically every day, all day, all summer and never really got to spend time with her.
Etain often said she acted the way she did because she didn't sleep enough at night.
When she commented on it, which was not often, Rebecca often remarked that perhaps they ought to switch their thinking before hypothesising.
When she remembered who Duncan Grey was, of course.
It was as though he didn't exist unless he was in front of her.
That didn't really matter to Meda and Etain though, their mother was like a best friend, and older sister and a mother all in one.
Duncan wasn't. The last time Etain could remember having a heart-to-heart with her father, he'd told her she'd infected Meda.
Needless to say, the conversation had not gone well.
"I'm in too." Meda announced, standing up.
"Fantastic! Let's go interrogate an eleven year old then! Actually, how old is Potter?" She trailed off as she remembered something.
She lived in Glastonbury, how on earth was she supposed to get to Surrey?
She was pondering this conundrum when a small creature, wearing what appeared to be a pillowcase, appeared in front of her.
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded once she managed to close her mouth. Meda and her Mum stared in shock.
The elf tensed but before it could disappear, Etain grabbed it.
The next thing she knew she was in the middle of an elegant but huge foyer with blonde, blue-eyed portraits staring straight at her.
"Bugger."
"I'm bored." Draco announced.
"Go and do your homework." Narcissa told him distractedly, glancing up from her parchment.
"I've done it already."
"Send a letter to one of your friends."
"I already have."
"Read a book."
Draco paused.
"I'm not that bored."
She laughed. Lucius walked in.
"The meeting was cancelled. Fudge caught an illness. I suspect it was adultery."
"Can't he do that in his own time?" Narcissa asked disgustedly.
"His wife is treating him." Lucius smirked. "I was going to contact the Daily Prophet but then I remembered the two thousand galleons I bribed him with to slow down the new Muggle Protection Act. Really, the law is ridiculous! I mean its one thing to stop people killing Muggles, quite another to prevent everyone, regardless of age, performing any magic that could be construed as offensive in a Muggle neighbourhood, even indoors." He sneered. "Thankfully the Wizardgamot are in the process of correcting it. I mean, the transfiguration of Muggle objects was on the list! "
"Let me guess, that idiot Weasley tried to pass it." Narcissa sneered.
"Who else? I'm just thankful he doesn't have money enough to back his ridiculous ideas." Lucius put his arm around her waist.
"Draco, could you go and get my wand please. I think I must have left it downstairs." Narcissa asked.
"Mother, we live in a Mansion, I'm afraid you'll have to be slightly more specific." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Don't be rude." She lifted her nose in the air. "You'll have to look, it could be anywhere."
He started to protest but when he saw the look his parents were giving each other he decided he really could spare the time after all.
Draco sighed and headed downstairs, briefly thinking of locking the door, and then decided that if they got walked in on by some poor House-Elf it was their fault.
He turned and started down the stairway to the foyer. He glanced up and froze.
"Uh... Hi Draco."
Well, summer just got more interesting.
Blinky popped into the Study-Where-His-Master-Was.
His arrival was heralded with a shriek.
"Blinky! What have I told you about coming in when the door is closed." The Master snapped, hand twitching towards his wand.
"Blinky is sorry, Master, but a Lady is downstairs and the Floo is closed and the Apparation Wards are up and-"
"I don't need to be briefed on every security feature! I should know what's there; I bought or made most of them!How could anyone get in?" Master snarled. Blinky cringed.
"Yellow-Lady-With-No-Wand just appeared, Master. Young Master is with her." He closed his eyes. He might just get through this-
"You left my son alone with some stranger that randomly popped into the House?!"
Or not.
"Dobby was there, Master!" Seeing the Master was ready to explode Blinky quickly added. "And Yixy, she was there too!" He squeaked.
"Thank heaven for small mercies-"
Mistress interrupted Master frowning slightly.
"What do you mean Yellow-Lady-With-No-Wand? A blonde Muggle?"
"Narcissa, how would a Muggle-Wait, the Anti-Muggle charms are up, are they not?" Master glared at Blinky.
Before Blinky could answer, there was a knock on the door.
"Mother, Father?"
Narcissa flicked her wand at the door and Draco walked in.
"I thought you said you lost that?" Draco pointed at her wand. Narcissa looked slightly sheepish.
"Well-"
"Never mind. Anyway, Etain's here-"
"That filthy Mudblood in my home?!" Lucius howled.
"Lucius." Narcissa warned.
"But Cissa!" He scowled. "I told Draco not to invite her!" He glared at Draco pointedly.
"I didn't!" He held up his hands. "I don't know why she's here!"
"Ah! Breaking and entering! I'm going to-" Lucius started towards the door.
"Lucius!" Narcissa waved her wand at the door and slammed it shut. "You are not to go anywhere until you've calmed down!"
"But Cissa-" He whined.
"No! Now Draco, what, exactly, is going on?" She raised her eyebrows imperiously.
"I don't know, Etain doesn't either. She said she doesn't understand how she got here, she was just standing in the foyer staring at the wall when I saw her." Draco shrugged.
Blinky popped into the room again.
"Master! Dobby is being a bad Elf! He is getting rid of the Yellow-Lady-With-No-Wand!" Blinky started to pull his ears frantically.
"What?!" Draco gasped and immediately ran out of the room and down the stairs.
"Draco!"
Narcissa and Lucius raised their eyebrows at each other and followed at a more dignified pace.
Etain ducked just in time to avoid the sofa that crashed into the wall behind her. Unfortunately, not fast enough to avoid a blast strong enough to knock her off her feet. She landed with a thump, dazed and was almost forced out of the door.
"Dobby is a bad Elf!" A slightly smaller Elf crashed into the creature attacking her.
"I is doing what the Masters tell me, Yixy!"
The smaller Elf- Yixy- waved her hand at the larger Elf- Dobby- and a curtain wrapped around him, trapping him.
"Yellow-Lady-With-No-Wand is Young Master's friend! He told us to watch her!" Yixy's voice got higher.
"Master told us to be getting rid of intruders!" Dobby squeaked back.
"Young Master made Yellow-Lady an exception!" After making sure Dobby was restrained, Yixy helped Etain to her feet and started to dust her off.
"Is Miss hurt?" Yixy asked, checking her over.
"No, just winded, thank you." Etain smiled at the little Elf. "Who's he?" She asked, glaring at Dobby.
"Dobby is a Bad Elf, Miss." Yixy patted her leg. Dobby opened his mouth to protest but before he got a sound out, Yixy clapped her hands and his mouth disappeared.
Yixy clicked her fingers and the sofa repaired itself and returned to its proper place.
"What's going on?" Draco shouted as he charged down the stairs.
"Young Master!" Yixy gasped. "Dobby is a bad Elf! He is attacking Young Master's friends so Yixy tied him up!"`
"Well done, Yixy." Draco calmed down slightly. "Are you hurt?" He asked Etain, scanning her concernedly.
"No, but really he has some nerve." She huffed. "Bringing me here and then attacking me!"
"Who brought you here?" Draco's eyebrows shot up.
"Who brought her here?" Demanded Lucius from the top of the stairs.
"Just what I'm trying to ascertain." Draco frowned.
"What's going-"
"Dobby brought me!" Etain interrupted, frustrated.
There was a pause.
"Dobby is a bad Elf!" Yixy exclaimed.
"Where is his mouth?" Lucius asked, finally.
"Yixy took it, Master! Dobby is saying bad things."
Narcissa stroked her ears fondly and Yixy looked as though she were about to die of delight.
"Return it." Lucius ordered, but not harshly.
Dobby's mouth appeared again.
"Silence." Narcissa told him. "Now, what is going on?" She directed this question to Etain.
"Well, Draco sent me a letter mentioning that a friend of a friend who's friends with Harry Potter was upset because they hadn't heard from him. The friend of a friend gave Draco Potter's address under the impression we would go and... Save him from ungodly torture or something- he's a Gryffindor, they're all, like, personified Victorian tragedies. Anyway, I assumed Potter'd just dropped him or something so I decided to go over to his house to yell at him; I sent a letter and was just trying to figure out how to get there when Dobby turned up. I grabbed him and...appeared here, saw Draco and was attacked. An eventful day." Etain nodded, lips pursed.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes and stared at Dobby.
"What were you doing at Miss Grey's residence?" She enquired coldly.
Dobby started to bang his head against the wall.
"Is he trying to kill himself?" Etain asked, eyes wide.
"Nah, its just punishment." Draco shook his head, getting bored. "Freeze." He told Dobby, quite calmly. The Elf went completely still.
"What were you doing at Miss Grey's residence? I order you to give me a truthful answer." Narcissa repeated. Dobby's eyes welled with tears.
"What's wrong with him?" Etain whispered.
"It is a disgrace for a House-Elf to need to be given such an order, Miss." Yixy explained, looking grimly satisfied.
"I was seeing if Master was there, Mistress." Dobby answered, terrified.
"Why would I be at a Muggle House?" Lucius sneered, Narcissa elbowed him in the ribs. "No offense." He added quickly, glancing in Etain's direction.
"None taken, I didn't expect to appear at a Pureblood's House either." She smiled back innocently.
"Master's new bird was sent to Harry Potter from that address." Dobby squeaked.
Narcissa made her face completely expressionless.
"You aren't having an affair are you Lucius, Darling?"
Lucius' eyes widened, he paled and started to gibber.
"How could you think such a thing, Cissa?! I have never been there in my life! I-"
Narcissa laughed, interrupting him.
"I lent Nekhbet to Etain, Father, because she doesn't have an owl." Draco explained warily. For a moment Lucius was at a loss for words.
"You-you- Urgh! I give up!" He announced, throwing his hands up.
"How did you know Etain sent a letter to Potter?" Draco asked Dobby.
"Dobby is a Bad Elf!" Dobby wailed. "Dobby was trying to stop Harry Potter going to Hogwarts!"
"Uh, I think you're about a year too late, Dear." Etain interjected sarcastically.
"Why would you do that?" Lucius looked completely dumbfounded.
"Master is getting rid of the Book, Dobby wants to save Harry Potter!" Dobby's eyes shone.
"Do you want me to get you a fan club badge?" Draco muttered.
"What does stopping Potter going to Hogwarts have to do with letters? I'm confused." Etain moaned.
"Dobby is taking Harry Potter's letters, if he thinks his friends have forgotten him, he might not want to go back to school! But I could not touch a Malfoy bird." Dobby looked down again. "So Dobby set fire to the letter."
"While Nekhbet was carrying it?" Narcissa asked curiously. Lucius made a strangled noise.
"Big Bird dropped the letter!" His ears drooped.
"She was probably traumatised." Lucius muttered.
"What's that about a book?" Etain frowned.
Lucius and Narcissa exchanged glances.
"I was going to drop it off anonymously at Hogwarts for Dumbledore to deal with. You know the Ministry, it would be in the papers in no time. Well, that or some idiot might actually use it."
"What if a student finds it?"
"That's true." Lucius sighed. "I could always pass it along to the Ministry through someone unexpected." Narcissa's head shot up.
"Weasley."
You're a genius, Cissa!" He pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Uh, what's going on?" Draco and Etain looked at each other bemusedly.
"Nothing. Everything is fine." Lucius answered naturally.
"That's right. We'll have to give Dobby clothes, of course, but if he has time enough to sneak off, I should think Yixy, Blinky, and Nixy will have no trouble with the extra work." Narcissa agreed. "Now where do you want me to drop you off? Do you still want to go to Mr. Potter's house, Miss Grey? I need to do some shopping anyway so I can drop you home again. Draco? Are you coming?"
"Sure, Potter lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Draco shrugged as though he didn't quite understand what he'd just rattled off.
"I'll side-apparate you." She held out her arms.
"I'll deal with Dobby." Lucius glowered at the Elf.
"Bye!"
"I hate apparating!" Etain staggered over to a tree and leant on it.
"Yeah, yeah, now where's Potter?" Draco looked around as though expecting him to suddenly appear.
"Number Four." Etain responded in a deadpan.
Draco shot her a withering glare.
"Come on then!" Etain skipped past him. "Hang on." She paused and turned to look at Draco. "Ae you wearing anything under those robes?"
"Excuse me?" Draco blinked.
"We're in a Muggle neighbourhood, Draco." She rolled her eyes.
He shrugged and pulled them off over his head, crumpled them in a ball and shoved them under a bush.
Etain stared. "Do you know how strange we're going to look?" She was wearing a black pinafore dress, with black shoes, black tights and a black top underneath.
Draco was in a suit. A full suit, with a tie.
"Everyone's going to ask who died." She continued, eyes stuck on the suit. "Do you have a top-hat to go with it? A cane? White gloves?"
"I left my hat at home, Father says I'm not old enough for a cane." He shook his head. "I have gloves though!" He pulled a pair out of his pocket and put them on.
"Wow. You wear that every day?" Etain just could not stop staring.
"Yeah, robes aren't very practical. Around the Tudor period, Purebloods started wearing casual clothes under their robes in case they get into a duel. Father said to get into the habit."
Etain mouthed 'casual?'.
"What do women wear?" She asked, trying to remember if she'd seen Pansy put a ball gown on underneath her robes.
"Well, usually dresses of some sort, clingier ones, you know, that don't get in the way so much. We're a lot more liberal than Muggles. They made women where tons of layers." He nodded in satisfaction.
"Why don't they just wear trousers?"
"Trousers?!" He gasped.
Very liberal.
"Never mind." At least the suit isn't yellow or purple.
Etain skipped up to the front door of number four and rapped politely.
A whale answered the door. Etain smiled, hiding her shock, while Draco stood aloof at her shoulder.
"Hello." She made her voice smooth and polite.
A miniature whale appeared at the larger one's side. Or perhaps it was a walrus, the moustache...
"Sorry to bother you." She batted her eyelashes coyly. "We're new in the neighbourhood and we met someone called... Harry? In the park, I was just wondering if he was in." She cocked her head and smiled again. Draco stayed silent.
"You don't want to go anywhere near him." The walrus warned. Etain could see Draco getting irritated. "He goes to St. Brutus' Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys, now my boy-" He clapped a hand on the whale's shoulder. "Dudley, on the other hand-"
Draco suddenly turned to face the walrus and said brightly.
"Oh what a coincidence! I go to St. Brutus' too!"
The walrus and the whale's eyes widened.
"Oh, I forgot the introductions!" Etain clapped her hands. "This is my boyfriend-" She simpered. "His name's Draco, like, Dragon, you know? I'm Etain. He goes to St. Brutus', I go to the Girls' version, we met at a joint fundraiser." She simpered again, then lowered her voice. "Draco's in there because his mother refused to let him play with his friends when he was eight and he beat her half to death, everyone's terrified to say no to him. I-" She announced. "Have a combination of bibliokleptomania and bibliophagy*^. I broke into someone's house, stole all their books and ate them. I was so under the compulsion though that I attacked the owner." She looked extremely sad and then her mood changed abruptly. "So... Can we see Harry?"
"Freaks." The walrus muttered. "Boy!" he yelled. As Potter came down the stairs both Walrus and whale were off like a shot, back to the Living Room.
"Bibliophagy?" Draco muttered into her ear.
"I read about it somewhere. I don't think it's right though, I don't know if kleptomaniacs are violent or not." She shrugged. "Oh well. I think Madam Pince is a bibliomaniac, you know. That's obsession with books."
"How do you know about this stuff?" Draco didn't look freaked out, he seemed quite interested. A pleasant change.
"A Primary School project. I didn't have any pets at the time." She explained.
"Excuse me?" Potter stood there, looking quite surprised.
"Let's go to the park. I refuse to stay near those creatures!" Etain flounced off.
"You're Muggleborn!" Potter called after her.
"My parents don't look like they ate my twelve other siblings and act as though they're about to introduce 'Blind Date' until there's a little weirdness and then call people freaks!" She huffed.
"You said you ate books!" Draco muttered. "My parents would have been a bit freaked too."
"They aren't my parents." Potter corrected.
"I didn't think so, you're nicer... When not cursing people to faint every day." Etain smirked.
"Which reminds me, we never did speak about that, did we?" Draco asked pointedly. Etain rolled her eyes.
"Save some for Blaise and Pansy, dear. Anyway, I'm sure you were wondering why we visited."
"It crossed my mind." He grinned.
"Well, you haven't been getting letters all summer." Potter stiffened. Etain continued, ignoring him. "Your friends were getting worried because they'd written endless letters and they weren't getting any back."
"But you said-" Potter protested.
"Shut up." Draco whacked him on the back.
"Thank you. A deranged House-Elf was taking all your letters, you had tons, I'm sure you'll get them back any day now. Just please remember to reply, Neville thought you were being tortured!" Etain scoffed.
"What's a House-Elf?" Potter scratched his neck.
"Look it up-" Etain waved dismissively.
"I can't." Potter said quietly. Etain exchanged a look with Draco.
"What do you mean 'can't'?"
"My uncle locked my things away in my old- the cupboard under the stairs." Potter turned faintly red.
"Your old what?" Demanded Etain, suspicion creeping into her mind.
"Nothing."
"Tell me!"
"I-I"
"Tell me!"
"Fine my old bedroom! Happy?!" He turned to walk away.
"YOUR WHAT?!" Etain exploded. A nearby tree caught fire.
"Etain-" Draco laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Is that why you're stick-thin?! And that lump of lard! Freaks! I'll show them freaks!" She started back towards the house, fists clenched. "THAT'S CHILD ABUSE!" She turned around quickly. "Did they physically abuse you? Broken bones? Beatings? Random strikes? Fire pokers?"
"Where do you get this stuff?" Draco murmured. "Just leave it, Etain."
"LEAVE IT!" She shouted.
"Etain." Draco muttered through clenched teeth. "People are staring."
She took a deep breath. And another.
They didn't help.
"We're going to break you out, Potter." She informed him very calmly. "Like, right now."
"They didn't physically abuse m-"
"What are you wearing?!" Etain just noticed his clothes. "Why that-"
"Etain! Since when do you care about Potter?" Draco scowled petulantly.
"Since... Actually that's a very good point. Why do I give a damn about him? By all rights I should still be angry with him. Well, the poor boy is a bit clueless."
"Hey!"
"He's kind of like a really annoying younger brother." She continued thoughtfully. "Hear that Potter? I have officially adopted you. Now, come on, let's get your stuff."*
"My uncle locked me in my room." Potter had no idea why he was telling her this, but he figured it would just make her even more angry. "This weird thing turned up and wrecked my room and ruined a business meeting*1 so Uncle Vernon locked me in my room, put bars on the windows and refused to let me come out. He pushed food through a cat flap."
"That would probably be Dobby." Draco remarked calmly. "Right Etai-Etain! Get back here!"
Etain knocked on the door again. This time a horse answered.
"Quite a menagerie. Move out of the way, I'm here to pick up Mr. Potter's things." Etain glanced behind her. "Go and pack, Harry."
He stared at her for a moment, then his aunt. The horse made no move, looking to be simultaneously digusted, affronted and relieved. She finally sniffed and went back inside, watching carefully to make sure no-one touched anything they weren't supposed to.
"What's going on?!" The walrus burst in.
"Harry is leaving." Etain informed him icily.
"You freak! Get out of my house!" With a roar the Walrus lunged for her and grabbed her hair, he dragged her along the floor towards the door.
He didn't get very far.
Or rather, he didn't get very far before Draco's wand was almost up his nostril.
"Let go. Now." Draco growled.
"You can't do magic outside of school." The walrus hissed triumphantly.
"I'm a Pureblood, the rules don't apply to me. But if you want to test it..." Draco trailed off. The walrus backed away but before he withdrew his hand, Draco grabbed it and pulled the strands of hair he'd yanked out, off.
"You're from St.-" The walrus started to gibber.
"You lied. We lied. Everyone lied." Etain shrugged nonchalantly and got to her feet. "Wow, it's amazing how often I get that reaction."
"What do you mean?" Potter asked, frowning.
"Never mind that. Why aren't you getting your stuff?" Etain snapped.
"I have some clothes." He lifted a plastic bag up. "And Hedwig." He lifted up a cage. "But my magic stuff is locked away." He gestured to the cupboard.
The walrus, horse and whale were out of sight so Etain sighed and got down on her knees. She looked at the lock for a moment and sighed in relief.
"Deadbolt. Pin and tumbler thank God. Are there any flat headed screw drivers and a couple of paper-clips hanging around anywhere? Go and get it then. Meda is much better at this sort of thing than I am. Still, we deal with what we have."
Draco looked at her strangely.
"Meda and I went through this girl-scout/MI6 phase and learnt how to pick locks. It was ages ago, luckily I sort of remember how to do a few simple ones. It will take ages though."*2
The back door slammed and three distinct shapes hurried out to the car. Draco sighed.
"May as well try."
One and a half hours later he really regretted saying that.
"Your policemen must be incompetent if criminals use that method." Draco commented yawning, once she was done. "Mother's probably gone home."
"Well how will we get back then?" Etain glanced up from hauling Potter's trunk out. Potter already had his broom.
Draco grinned evilly.
"I have enough money for the Knight Bus."
"I hate you so much." Etain gasped as she and Harry staggered off the bus. Draco's only response was laughter.
"Mum! I'm back!"
Harry was almost knocked over by two blonde blurs.
"Etain! Where were you?!" Meda cried.
"I was worried sick!" Rebecca exclaimed.
"When that- Who's this?" Meda caught sight of Harry, who was trying to back away. "Is it that Draco Malfoy you were telling us about?"
"Certainly not!" Harry protested vehemently.
Rebecca turned with a polite smile on her face and froze.
"J-James?" She stuttered.
Then her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
*^- Both of those are actual mental illnesses. I can't remember where I read about them, I think it was in a novel or something, but I checked and they are real. Not terribly common, but real. Those sorts of things tend to stick in my mind.
*- No they aren't actually brother and sister. Etain just has this weird compulsion to steer everyone she meets. Like Hermione, Neville etc. You'll see more of that in later chapters. You'll have also noticed that she really doesn't hold grudges and she also believes in fair and unfair- ironic considering she doesn't believe in good and evil.
*1- Obviously this is an AU story, Dobby in this story did not actually talk to Harry, he just turned up and wrecked the meeting. Harry was definitely locked up in his room with bars on the windows, but really, would you refuse two people who turned up on your doorstep claiming to be criminals? Vernon was probably thinking 'Go on Boy, do something to upset them!' Look at the way he reacted in the books when Harry told him Sirius Black was his Godfather!
*2- I actually looked this up. It was quite easy to understand actually, it is actually possible and I hope it doesn't come across as Mary-Sue-y. Seriously though, you can learn how to pick basic locks online. Simple if you understand the theory.
Anyway, this was a fun chapter to write. In the next one Etain is going to Diagon Alley and then to Hogwarts. I can't decide if Snape should take her again along with Meda- maybe Harry- and her Mother (Can't really see her letting herself get left out again) or if they should tag along with other people.
Review and give me your opinion!
LyssaOneiroi
P.S. On the subject of Harry- blame KillerTeddyBear. She recommended so many Harry/Ginny fics I had to read one and it has made me see him in a different light.
He will of course continue to be stupid in my fic, but I have decided to redeem him somewhat. Not that he'll be hanging around any Slytherins except Etain any time soon.
P.P.S. About second year. What do you guys think about Ginny and Luna?