asteria nova black and harry potter her brother in all but blood are ready to take Hogwarts by storm but there's only one problem, Harry is sorted into Gryffindor and seems like a perfect fit there but asteria or ria to most people definitely doesn't belong in the house of the brave, she should have let the dirty old hat put her in Slytherin after all, whoops. (light weasly bashing, dumbeldor bashing )

(Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters apart from my own characters. this is based in the first book a harry potter and the philosopher's stone, I apologize if I get anything wrong as this will the first time ever I have wrote a fanfic on here without using a pre-existing character I have written with before so please bear with me...

just a small key to help you guys out with reading this:

( brackets )- internal thoughts or facts about the story/characters.

arrows -parseltongue.

/two dashes/- writing or text on paper i.e their Hogwarts letters.

... anyway I hope you enjoy this story, love mcxxxxxxx)

I was dreaming, it wasn't a nice dream but a dream nonetheless and these days my dreams are better than reality and here comes reality banging on the door of the cupboard where I and my brother Harry sleep. unfortunately for me as much as I want him to be Harry isn't actually my brother .but he is my best friend, my only friend.

Anyway back to reality.

the banging got louder and then Harry's aunt Petunia screamed "GET UP YOU FREAKS ITS MY DUDLEY'S BIRTHDAY AND EVERYTHING MUST BE PERFECT SO GET YOUR LAZY BUTTS OUT OF BED AND MAKE BREAKFAST!"I groaned and rolled other to see Harry's hand stretching out trying to find his glasses in the haste to get up and out of our room before Dudley made his way downstairs ,I couldn't help but giggle when Harry started to fall off the bed in his attempt to find his glasses,

still giggling I grabbed them for him "here " I said passing them to him "thanks "he replied blushing as he put them on ,he looked over at me and said "you better brush your hair before aunt petunia sees it " as he hands me the old broken brush that used to be aunt petunia's.

I shiver remembering what happened last time, my hair has always been hard to tame as it was long, brown and it stopped just past my waist in twisted waves and it was always getting tangled but I wouldn't dare cut it even though harry's relatives hated it because it was a part of me that made me stand out, unlike harry I don't have an amazing features that made me different like his dark obsidian hair or his stunning emerald eyes. well unless you count my scar but that's nothing.

Although my hair was hard to tame it was nothing compared to Harry's shaggy black hair that broke three combs last time we attempted to try and control it and after that we just gave up on trying as harry's relatives had threatened to kick us out if we broke another one of there precious combs that they spent as little money as they could on, after all no good freaks don't deserve the luxury of toiletries or even basic necessities of everyday life.

I was knocked out of my train of thought from more banging but instead of on the door it was coming from the stairs above us I braced myself for the dust clouds as soon as I heard it, harry however was not so lucky as he breathed in a lot of the falling powder and ended up coughing roughly .i pat him on the back trying to help him cough it up as I glare at the ceiling above us knowing that Dudley was jumping on the stairs to cause a reaction from one of us most likely me as I didn't have quite the patience harry had in fact I am rather hot-headed which gets me in trouble a lot, especially in this house.

I could hear Dudley laughing at harry's coughing before he ran down the rest of the stairs and as harry went to open the door to our cupboard still coughing, the door was pushed back which made harry fall back against the wall of the cramped cupboard and hit his head.

"oh my god i hate him, so much" i growled to myself before looking at harry "are you alright ,Harry?" i asked helping him up ,he looked a little dazed and he was rubbing his head so he must have been hurt but he just brushed it off saying" I'm fine ria don't worry about it, come on we've got to go make breakfast" and he opened the door to our cupboard and stepped out, successfully this time.

we both walked into the kitchen beside each other harry still rubbing his head but obviously knew not to complain in front of the Dursleys there was a long list of rules at the Dursleys and complaining was high on that list.

me and my brother in all but blood knew that we weren't wanted in this house and had done ever since we were old enough to see and in the Dursleys eyes taking in one blood-related orphan with weird parents was bad enough they certainly didn't want another not blood related one to go along with him but here I asteria nova black am, with a family who hates me more than they hate their own nephew which is saying something because they practically ignore his existence and treat him as nothing more than a cheap servant.

But enough about that harry and me get on to making the Dursleys food with the stuff that was thrown at us by aunt petunia as we walked into the small kitchen/dining area in the back of the house, me and harry were very acquainted with this room because it had been one of our chores to cook for the Dursleys ever since we were tall enough to reach the stove (while standing on one of the dining room chairs at least).

uncle Vernon says that us freaks need to earn our keep but I think its more just because the ugly sod is too lazy to do it himself.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon are already sat at the table while we get to work, Vernon sat there reading the newspaper and Dudley counting each present in his large pile of them loudly and only making it past 20 before he decided he had given up (i didn't even know he could count that high)and winned to aunt petunia to just tell him how many he has this year.

aunt petunia not wanting to see her little dudders in pain from counting any higher and actually using his brain for once tells him "36 dear" and I don't know whether to laugh or run for the hills as Dudley turned the ugliest shade of red before screeching out "36!...BUT LAST YEAR I HAD 37!" never mind the fact that most of his presents are a lot bigger and a lot more expensive this year than they were last year.

aunt petunia not even attempting to tell her spoiled son this says "but we'll get you two more while were out today how does that sound" trying to calm the tantrum that her little baby is about to throw while uncle Vernon just chuckles at her and says something I didn't pay enough attention to catch, just as harry finishes his sparse breakfast compared to the fat lump that is his cousin and is bringing over the last things from the counter that he had made i don't even know when (i really should start paying more attention) the phone rings in the living room and aunt petunia gets up to answer it.

Dudley not even caring that his adoring mother isn't watching is tearing through the wrapping paper of his new games console and television that he had got to replace one of the many he had broken over the years and he is just unwrapping his new bike (I don't really know why he needs a bike when he doesn't exercise but, oh well) when aunt petunia walks back in with a sour expression on her face "bad news Vernon,the naybour cant watch them