I'm whittling away the last few days of summer by writing as much as possible. I still have a little over a week until school starts but I'm hoping to have this finished by December. I'll explain how my updates will be during the school year next week. Anyway, I have a question for my readers! After this story is over, would you like to see a prequel (Sirius and Audrey) or something new? Review your replies!

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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THIS, EXCEPT FOR ANY CHARACTERS YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE. JK ROWLING IS THE SHIT!

CHAPTER 36

I don't think Friday could have come sooner for me, though I only had three days to learn the part it was nothing, maybe it was because I was so eager. The concert started at seven thirty, and Hisoka summoned me to her quarters an hour early to help me get ready. I wasn't even sure what to wear, I pulled a V cut black chiffon gown with a gold trim just below the chest and gold straps from my trunk and sprinted to the West side of the castle.

"You're wearing black?" said Hisoka, opening the door.

"Yes…It's a concert." Asia replied, clearly not understanding Hisoka's bizarre question.

Hisoka sighed. "Ivy-"

She insisted on calling me by my stage name most of the time.

"-You're the soloist, not the accompanist. You need to stand out."

"Won't my playing stand out enough? Being a soloist?" Asia said in a childlike manner, a joking smirk on her face.

Hisoka laughed. "Clever, I've taught you well, but you must stand out as much as possible." She waved her wand and the dress turned white. "Much better, now go put it on."

After Asia had finished applying some make up and getting dressed, Hisoka fixed her hair, throwing it over one of her shoulders and curling the ends.

Everything went by so quickly, and before I knew it we were situated on the stage. There are only four accompaniment parts, so three stands were doubled and one was separate. We were in a half circle formation, I was on the far left and from there it went in chair order, normally, in this case Angeline would be seated and sharing a stand with Edgar, but because Hisoka was posing as Amami Emi, and was a guest of the ensemble, she sat with Edgar, Angeline sat with Elizabeth, Jonathan sat with Darius, and Lucia sat alone.

"Eighteen years ago, the English Chamber Orchestra was honored to have one of the greatest cellists of this century as a member of the ensemble." Mr. Martine began, addressing the full house."Ayla David, had the most graceful way of working any stage she performed on, unlike any performer I had witnessed since cello virtuosi Hisoka Emi, who I had seen on the stage as a young boy."

As you can guess, my mother also had a stage name, though keeping her initials was her downfall in so many ways.

Asia glanced at Hisoka who smiled slightly, flattered by Mr. Martine taking mention of her.

"Hisoka Emi, daughter of a famous Japanese geisha by the same name, was a mentor of many great cellists during her hay day, but as she grew older, she was too tired to teach. One day, when she was strolling through the streets of London she discovered a very young Ayla David playing in Saint James Park. Hisoka described the playing as something so beautiful that she had never heard before, and was quite astonished to find that the producer of this sound was so small. From that day forward, Hisoka mentored Ayla all the way until a week before her death. But Miss David was not the last of Hisoka's students, that was Amami Emi, her great granddaughter and close friend of Ayla's who has agreed to grace us with her presence on the stage tonight."

Mr. Martine pointed at "Amami" who stood up and gave a small bow.

"Tonight, we are still grieving for the loss of a dear friend and a fundamental loss to the music world. Tonight, Ayla David would have been thirty four. She died twelve years ago in a horrible automobile accident. It is my pleasure to tell you, that Ayla's spirit lies somewhere with her daughter, Ivy, who also honors us tonight on this very stage. Though the two are very similar, I'm sure you will see differences. But I will tell you, that Ayla's grace lives through her daughter. Tonight, we have our cellists playing the prelude of Bachianas Brasileiras, composed by Heitor Villa-Lobos in Ayla's memory."

Edgar gave Mr. Martine a look as if to say, 'it's about time.'

I sang through my cello that night, I can still feel and hear the sounds reverberating through my chest thinking about it. This was a memorial for my mother, but to me this was saying goodbye, because I was never given the chance to. Bachnianas Brasileiras is something like a sad waltz, it has beauty and elegance but it is tragic. All I could think of was her face, that is all I saw, her face. I've been told that this was the best performance I had ever given, but always a part of me says "You could have done better."

At the last main solo of the piece, something astonishing happened. The last phrase for the solo cello was pianissimo, but the soloist was joined by had her eyes closed for large portions of the piece, picturing her mother, and trying to find her within the music, she noticed at the end though, that someone was in duet with her. She had a fair guess about who was playing with her, she knew the sound well. Asia opened her eyes, and saw a small smirk on Angeline's face.

I played it off as nothing on the stage, but in reality I wanted nothing more than to throw her off of it. The rage that was pounding through my veins was unreal to me. I knew Angeline didn't like my mother, or myself, but to be so disrespectful during my mother's memorial was so outrageous.

After bows, the entire section went backstage.

"She'd be so proud." Edgar whispered, tears brimming in his eyes.

Hisoka stood next to him, nodding.

Severus, Remus, Oliver, Jenny, and the Headmaster had shown up at the concert and used one of the back doors to meet Anastasia backstage. Jenny told Oliver to wait behind a curtain, for he wanted to surprise his Angeline entered the backstage area, before Asia, Edgar, or Hisoka could say anything Elizabeth walked right up to Angeline and slapped her.

"You are a disgusting, immature, foul bitch." Elizabeth spat. "How dare you? How dare you insult Ivy in such a way. You may have had a rivalry against Ayla but who are you to try to steal a solo during Ayla's memorial?"

Angeline said nothing, but wore a venomous stormed away and Asia and Edgar wore shocked looks.

"My, my…" chuckled a familiar voice, Albus Dumbledore.

"Elizabeth is always so quiet…I would have never expected that." Edgar said, shaking Albus' hand.

"I am glad that Elizabeth did it before she could do something." said Hisoka, who was holding Asia's twitching wand hand.

"Breathe." Edgar reminded Asia, she nodded and exhaled. "No earthquakes please."Asia gave a shaky laugh.

"Ah how cute!" Angeline came striding over, taking in the appearance of the wizards. "The lackey has a circus family!"

"Angeline, don't you have somewhere to be? Such as a whorehouse?" Edgar sneered.

"I was about to ask your protégé the same question!" Angeline laughed in an airy fake fashion.

"Tell me, how is it that Ayla only had a memorial on her thirty fourth birthday, twelve years after her death. Twelve! What a peculiar number, not tenth, not fifteen, but twelfth. How did that come about? Doing favors for Mr. Martine?"

Severus scowled, now finally understanding the hatred Audrey had for this muggle, and the hatred her daughter harbored for her as well.

"No, Angeline. I'm pretty sure you are the only performer in this ensemble that uses that type if currency." said Asia in an innocent playful voice with a harsh hidden tone.

Severus smirked proudly as Angeline stormed off."She's quite enchanting, isn't she?" said Hisoka in her musical voice.

Dumbledore chuckled. "Always so clever with your speech, Hisoka. I can now see where Audrey had her cleverness."

"The Headmaster is always too kind." Hisoka said in her musical voice.

Jenny went up to her best friend and threw her arms around her. "I'm so proud! Not only did you play beautifully, you fended off an evil wench."

Asia laughed at this hugging her back. "Thanks. I'm glad that you came."

"I'm glad I did too." Jenny grinned. "I have a surprise for you though, so close your eyes."

"Oh god." said Asia, closing her eyes. "Is it a tap dancing inferius?"

"No!" Jenny said, while Oliver walked over to Asia. "Though I'd love to encounter a tap dancing inferius, this is much better. Open your eyes!"

Asia didn't say anything, but instead grabbed Oliver and kissed him.

"Hello to you too. That was a great performance by the way." He said, pulling out of the kiss.

"You didn't have to come. You have Quidditch tomorrow!" She had tears brimming in her eyes, she was flattered.

"I know." He replied. "I'll be fine." He smiled and then whispered in her ear

"You look beautiful."

She kissed him.

"If you two don't stop sucking off each other's faces I'm going to have to start failing Mr. Wood." Remus said jokingly. "Shall we go?"

Dumbledore nodded, taking out a plate from his robes and his wand. He tapped the plate making it a portkey and the seven grabbed on.