I do not own Harry Potter; I own only Anastasia. This isn't going to be a super exciting chapter, its mostly just to kind of build on Anya getting used to being around the Weasleys and her shopping. We meet Hermione in the next chapter!
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Anya's eyes felt heavy with sleep as they reluctantly opened to greet the sunlight streaming through the moth-eaten curtains. She huffed and turned her head away from the annoying light, burying her face into the silk pillow.
A rustling sound next to her caused her to grab her wand under her pillow and sit up straight in the bed. She quickly spotted the red-haired girl she met last night that was looking at her with an awkward smile.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" Ginny apologized while pulling on her socks.
"It's fine" Anya ran a hand roughly through her hair, winching when her fingers snagged on a tangle. Ginny's small giggle caused her to send the younger girl a glare.
"You can use my hairbrush if you like. Mum said we were going to Diagon Alley after breakfast so you will be able to get one then along with some clothes." Ginny said.
"Diagon Alley?" Anya racked her brain trying to remember if she knew the location.
"It's where witched and wizards go to buy magical items and whatnot. It's an amazing place! I can't believe you've never heard of it." Ginny said with a smile.
"I didn't grow up here in England. I spent most of my life in France." Anya quickly pulled off the pjs, not worried about Ginny seeing her in her underwear. "Did you go to Beauxbatons? You don't sound French."
"No" Anya asked curtly, ignoring the comment about her accent. She pulled on the clothes she had worn the night before. Her shirt and pants were stiff with sweat and the random splatters of mud and a red substance to be what she believed was blood. She scowled and ran her hand over to clothes, the stains and stiffness fading away.
She turned to grab her boots when she saw Ginny looking at her with surprise. She sighed, knowing the girl would probably annoy her with more questions. She rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed to pull on her boots. They were also dirty she thought as she waved a hand carelessly and those cleaned themselves as well.
"You can do wandless magic?!" Ginny exclaimed in excitement. Anya smirked briefly before sitting upright and staring at the girl proudly.
"Of course, I've been taught by the best. Now, before you ask me more questions, can we walk down to breakfast? I'm famished." Anya stood up and walked towards the door, Ginny following her out the faded black door.
Ginny watched the new girl as she walked in front of her. Anya's long hair swished against her lower back. Her posture was straighter than any teenage girl Ginny had ever seen. Her steps were confident, and her head was raised high, looking at the various paintings that lined the dingy stairway. She had a confident air that bordered arrogant and egotistical. She walked liked she owned the place, even though she had been there less than 24 hours.
They quickly made it to the bottom of the stairs, multiple voices echoing from the kitchen to their left. Anya waited for Ginny to fully come to a stop at the bottom of the stairs before allowing the red head to enter first. Anya entered the room with only the slightest hesitance. She had her arms bent at the elbows, while her hands were clasped behind her back, standing the way her father had taught her to. The familiar stance brought her comfort and she hardened her eyes when she saw the room was filled with people.
Laughter was echoing in the room, but it quickly quieted when everyone caught sight of the blonde. Their eyes shot to her form, the adults shot each other looks the younglings didn't understand, while the red headed twins shared a smirk with each other.
Anya raised a brow challengingly at the now silent group as she spoke. "Please, don't stop on my account." She raised her hand in front of her easily and walked to the empty seat next to Lupin. He gave her a brief nod and a polite good morning that she returned. He turned back to his conversation with Sirius when Mrs. Weasley came bustling over to the girl.
"How did you sleep? I'm glad you could join us for breakfast, who knows when you last ate! Now, eat up before we leave for Diagon Alley." Mrs. Weasley waved a wand and food began to pile onto the girl's plate.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. It looks delicious." Anya thanked, never one to forget her manners. Her parents had always been a stickler for manners. Her father always told her it was one of the quickest ways of getting people to respect her, outside of using fear. Her mother said it was a characteristic that a lady of her standing needed to possess. Mrs. Weasley gave the girl a small smile before turning back to the other end of the table. Anya ate in silence, listening to the mundane conversations taking place around her.
She chewed on a piece of bacon, when her eyes caught the subtle movement in her cup of tea. Her chewing slowed as she narrowed her eyes, seeing the liquid beginning to boil. She shot a glance down the table where the red-haired children sat to see the twin boys smirking in her direction. She raised a brow at them before turning to her cup and taping the rim twice, causing the bubbles to slow to a stop. She lowered her hands to her lap, acting as if she was wiping them off on the napkin she had on her lap. She quickly pulled her wand out of her sleeve and gave it a wave under the table before putting it away once more.
She grabbed her fork again to take a bite of her eggs before turning back to the boys. "Bloody Hell! What's going on with your hair?!" The gangly red-haired boy said pointing at the twins with his fork.
The twins looked at each other, seeing their hair was gradually turning into a bright turquoise.
"Why George, I think that color matches your eyes."
"I was just thinking the same as you Fred."
The two cracked grins and turned to the blonde who was smirking at them with glittering eyes.
"You foiled our prank- "Fred said.
"-just to play your own" George said.
"Well done!" The two finished in unison.
Anya shrugged innocently, "I have no idea what you're implying. I'm enjoying my breakfast in peace."
"What's your name?" They asked in unison. "Anastasia Rosier, but you may call me Anya. And you are?" She responded.
"I'm Fred, that's George. Ron's the one stuffing his face over here" The Fred said with a grin. "Hey!" Ron said before shoveling eggs into his mouth.
"It's a pleasure to meet you" She said with a nod. They turned back to each other, no doubt trying to plan a prank towards her since she had spoiled their last one.
The roar of the fire in the next room caused Anya to glance at the door, feeling a powerful presence now in the house. A slight sneer graced her lips when she recognized the feel. 'Dumbledore' She thought bitterly, quickly letting her face go blank before anyone took note of her disdainful look.
The old man entered the kitchen with grace no one his age should have. He had on pastel pink robes this time, with a long matching hat. His eyes were sparkling, and a gentle smile was on his face. "Dumbledore! Are you here to join us for breakfast? We have plenty to go around." Mrs. Weasley said.
"Oh no Molly, I'm just here for a moment. I wish to have a word with Miss. Rosier if I could" Dumbledore looked expectantly at Anya's blank face. The girl nodded and folded her napkin in half before gracefully standing from the table to follow the old man into the sitting room.
She said nothing when they came to a stop, allowing Dumbledore to lead the conversation. She wanted to speak to him as less as possible, still bitter after learning he was the one to put her father behind bars. "I took the liberty of going to Gringotts for you. I explained the situation to the goblins, and they are in the works of reopening your father's vaults for you."
"They weren't emptied?" She asked.
"No, the goblins knew you were alive, and you were listed on the name for the vaults to be passed to. The Ministry was unable to enter or empty your father's vaults." Dumbledore informed the girl brightly. She nodded, relief flooding through her body at knowing she would not be left penniless in this strange time she had been sent to.
Her father may not have been the richest, but he was able to gain a very comfortable amount of wealth throughout his campaigns and youth. Many wealthy wizarding families donated to his cause, and he was able to acquire many treasures and artifacts through his travels. His parents had left him quite a large sum as well after they passed, with him being their only child. Her mother had also placed a large amount of gold into the vault for Anya's use if she remembered correctly.
"I took the liberty of obtaining some money for you to use for your shopping today. I thought it would be helpful in preventing the Weasley children from being suspicious of your parentage if you all didn't have to make a trip to Gringotts." Dumbledore said handing over a heavy cloth bag.
She graciously took the item before placing it into her jacket pocket. She nodded and glanced at his blue eyes, ones that held a sparkle she couldn't identify.
"You won't need to worry about any school stuff during this trip. Those letters will be sent out later in the summer." Dumbledore said.
"Why do I need to attend your school? Papa taught me everything I need to know." Anya asked coldly. She could feel the slight fear curling in her chest at the thought of being thrown into an unknown environment. She never grew up around any other children. She could lead an army if needed but how would she interact with other teenagers? She was far different from any other 15-year-old girl and she didn't want to bring attention to that aspect.
"You need to blend in. It would be strange for a 15-year-old to not attend school, my dear. Besides, one can never learn to much, and surrounding yourself with others your age will be good for you." Dumbledore said with a grin and a clap of his hands.
"Now, I must be off. I have matters to attend to. Good-day Miss. Rosier" He said and walked back into the fireplace throwing down Floo powder.
"Dumbledore's office. Hogwarts." He said being engulfed in those familiar green flames.
She gave a nasty look to the fireplace the Headmaster had left from before walking back into the kitchen to rejoin the others.
When she walked back in the table was cleaning itself of dishes. They dumped the food in the trash and floated to the sink where they were being washed by an enchanted brush.
"We are going to be traveling by Floo. Are you ready to go dear?" Mrs. Weasley said smiling brightly.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley" Anya said politely.
"Very good! Ginny is going to going with us. I figured it would be nice for us girls to spend the day together" Mrs. Weasley led the two girls to the living room, and they all took a handful of floo powder.
Mrs. Weasley gave Mr. Weasley a quick kiss "We will be back before supper," She stepped into the fireplace and threw down the power shouting, "Diagon Alley!"
After Mrs. Weasley vanished, Ginny copied her mother and disappeared in green flames as well, Anya following swiftly behind.
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They had arrived in the Leaky Cauldron from the Floo. Mrs. Weasley led them to a back room before tapping on some bricks on the wall. The bricks shifted and crumbled, reveling a bright street that was lines with shops. Numerous people were walking the street, going about their shopping.
Anya looked around with bright eyes, trying to hide her amazement. She had never been to Diagon Alley before. Her father never traveled to England with her when she was growing up. She always thought it was because he didn't have a large influence on the country compared to the continent.
"Let's go to Madam Malkin's first. It's the best place to get clothes here" The trio walked to a purple store with mannequins in the windows. They walked into the floral smelling shop, an older woman greeting them enthusiastically. "Good morning! How can I help you ladies today?" The older woman greeted them.
"Good morning Madam Malkin! We are here to buy Anya some clothes. She has moved here but doesn't have any luggage with her." Mrs. Weasley explained to the short lady dressed in mauve.
"Not a problem!" Madam Malkin walked to Anya and grabbed her hands, holding them to her sides. Madam Malkin looked over Anya's figure, muttering to herself. "You are quite a curvy girl! Many girls would be jealous! I know I certainly am! Very beautiful too, I believe you will look best in lighter tones. These dark colors of yours only wash out your skin" Madam Malkin laughed teasingly. Anya's cheeks blushed a faint pink.
Her mother had always talked about Anya having a good figure, but it was different hearing it from a stranger. She felt uncomfortable with her clothes being mentioned as well. Black had always been one of her favorite colors to wear, she tried to emulate her father's style but with a more feminine touch.
Madam Malkin let go of Anya's hands and led her over to where more casual clothing racks were located. "Let me know if you need any help dear!" The kind lady walked away with a smile. Anya turned to the racks and started looking through everything.
There were many shirts with short sleeves and the midriff of them were quite short as well. The pants were an odd rough blue material. There were so many bright colors and designs, Anya felt out of place. She was used to suit ensembles; waistcoats, dress pants, button ups, vests and the occasional blouse and skirt. These clothes were…strange.
"Mrs. Weasley, are there clothes that are more…sophisticated? I've never worn clothes likes these. They all seem so...casual." Anya asked with a hint of distaste.
"Let's ask Madam Malkin"
Mrs. Weasley called for the shop owner and told her about Anya's plight. "I'll have some button ups and dress pants around here. You wear waistcoats my dear? Those are usually more of a men's clothing item. And your jacket is a smidge out of style dearie."
"I prefer a more antique look." Anya said simply.
Madam Malkin nodded before walking over to a rack with blouses and button ups. She started pulling out pinks and purples before Anya stopped her. "I would like to stick with simple colors. Black and white would be best, blue and red are acceptable as well."
Madam Malkin huffed a bit before pulling out some white and black button ups, and few other various items. She handed them over to Anya and made a motion to lead her to the dressing rooms.
"Try these on and see what you think. We can go from there." Madam Malkin closed the dressing room door behind her and left Anya alone. Anya made quick work of the clothes.
After trying on the garments, she picked out four simple white button ups. Four black ones, and two red ones. They were all neatly fitted to her shape and were modestly complimenting. She picked out a basic black waistcoat with silver buttons. Along with a grey one with black buttons. She picked out five pairs of black pants that were tighter in style then what she was used to, but she liked how they flattered her hips and rear-end. She chose two pairs of the rough blue material pants, both of which flared out gradually at the knees.
She had a few simple tops that were more towards the current fashion. She picked out some shoes, mostly sticking with boots. She had found a pair of black combat boots, a pair of black converses along with a white pair. She had also found flat thigh high black boots that she knew were going to be her favorite.
She had found three new coats as well. One was a leather jacket that zipped at a slight angle starting at her left shoulder. She found another coat that was a bit more elegantly detailed then the other two. It was black with a stiff collar. It had golden accent and golden leafy embroidery that rested on the chest and wrists. The shoulders had gold line straps that met buttons closer to the neck. The ends of the sleeves were lined in gold. The collar had gold around the edges, with the leafy pattern sewn into the center. It was beautiful and something she could easily see her mother wanting her to wear.
She had also found a tailcoat that was more her style. It was long, reaching the back of her knees. It had a waist coat built into the front where it could be clasped by silver buttons. The collar was stiff and reached the center of her neck. There were nine buttons that lines each side for decoration. It made her heart ache because it reminded her of a jacket her father wore in a picture, she had seen of him as a young man.
She had gotten many undergarments as well, slightly fascinated with all the different shapes and cuts of the bras and panties they had.
When they left Madam Malkin's, it was late afternoon and the girls were starving. "Mum, can we go back? I'm starved! Plus, Hermione is coming tonight, and I don't want to miss her!" Ginny said.
"Yes, yes, we can head back. We will have to come back in a few weeks anyways for all of your school supplies." Mrs. Weasley led the girls back to the Leaky Cauldron quickly, muttering about what she was going to make for supper, and how the twin had hopefully not caused mayhem while she was gone.