I do not own Harry Potter, only Anya. We get to meet Hermione in this chapter! I know the last chapter was boring, that's why I'm doing a double update this time. I'm going to try and make a schedule of updating at least every other week. I hope you guys enjoy it!
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When the girls arrived back to Grimmauld Place, the place was lively. Ron was playing a game of wizarding chess with Lupin, and Sirius was cheering Lupin on, while the twins were huddle over a pile of papers in the corner.
"Is this what you have done all day?!" Mrs. Weasley said loudly, placing her hands on her lips, eyeing the males in the room. Lupin and Sirius side-eyed each other, fighting smiles. Ron paled and stammered his response, and the twins hardly bothered to glance up.
"This place desperately needs to be cleaned up! I was hoping you lot would take initiative without me telling you, but I was wrong! Go get ready for supper" She scolded before marching into the kitchen.
Anya and Ginny looked at each other before Ginny broke out into laughter. Anya smirked, shifting the bags in her hands. "Good shopping trip?" Sirius voice broke the laughter.
Anya looked at him for a second before nodding. "I think I managed to get the clothing I needed. There were odd garments that I bought but I am excited to try them. The blue trousers, what did you call them Ginny?" Anya asked looking at the red-haired girl.
"They are jeans, Anya." Ginny responded with a smile. "Right" Anya nodded before walking up the stairs to put her new clothes away in the dresser. She pulled out a simple white t-shirt, a pair of shorts Ginny had convinced her to buy and her black converses. She walked to the bathroom where she took a quick shower and changed into her new clothes. She admired herself in the mirror, observing the way the clothes made her look. The shorts showed far more skin then she was used to, but she didn't find herself hating it. They were a relief to wear with the heat that she had experienced shopping. It wasn't hot like this when she left Paris.
She waved her hand and her hair dried itself quickly. It fell in waves down her back, but she threw it up into a messy ponytail with the new hair ties she had gotten while shopping. She put on the shoes and walked downstairs to join everyone.
The other teens were still in the sitting room, Lupin and Sirius seemed to have walked away. She didn't really feel like joining the others, so she helped herself into exploring the house. Most of the doors were locked, but she soon found one that wasn't.
When she opened the door, her eyes widened in shock, before morphing into an excited look. It was a library! Bookshelves lined every inch of the walls, filled to the brim with books. She walked to the closest one and ran her hands along the dusty spines. She saw many titles she was familiar with; some of which she had already read and others that she recognized from her father's study. Many of them were focused on the dark arts but she was alright with that, sometimes those were the most interesting.
Her father had taught her the dark arts, making sure she had a well-rounded knowledge of magic. Why should she not learn certain magic because others thought it was 'evil'? Restrictions like that only prevented people from reaching their full potential, and she refused to limit herself. She had to make her father proud and being powerful was one of the best ways to do that.
She grabbed a dark purple book. Secrets of the Darkest Art by Owle Bullock, she remembered this book in her father's study. It was one that she was supposed to read when her father started her lessons again, but that wasn't going to happen anymore. She took the book and waved her hand at a green armchair to clean off the dirt before she took a seat.
She started to read the book, intrigued with the knowledge it would provide to her. She had always been an avid-reader and had an inherited thirst for learning. Her father always boasted about how she inherited his intelligence and hunger for knowledge. She didn't know how long she had been in the library before a voice broke her concentration.
"There you are! We have been looking everywhere for you, Hermione just arrived, and Ginny wants you to meet her. Molly is also finished with supper." Sirius spoke from the door.
Anya nodded before closing the book and setting it down on the chair, fulling intending to continue her reading after she ate. Sirius eyed the book before paling. "You shouldn't read the things in here. They are dark and evil, nothing a girl your age should be reading" He scolded in a quite tone.
She raised a blonde eyebrow in his direction. "I'm familiar with the Dark Arts, Black. Papa taught me a large collection of spells, some you would consider good, and others you would consider bad."
Sirius looked at her with a dark look in his eyes. "You shouldn't continue that. That's not good magic to know. It will get you into trouble."
She scuffed and started walking down the hall with him next to her. "Papa has no discrimination against the different kinds of magic and neither do I. How can I reach my full potential if I completely ignore entire subjects of magic? Some of which can be incredibly useful. Your Order says you are fighting a war, yes? Some of those 'dark' spells can save an ally's life at the expense of an enemy's. Should you let an ally die just because a spell is labeled as 'dark'? I don't think so." She said, looking at him from the corner of her eyes.
He stayed silent after giving her a sharp look, one that was full of distrust. She rolled her eyes at him before arriving to the sitting room. An unfamiliar girl had joined the group of redheads.
She was taller than Anya by what she guessed was 3 or 4 inches. She had curly brown hair and intelligent, bright brown eyes. She had a thin build, not as curvy as Anya, but curvier than Ginny. She was pretty, Anya thought.
Anya seemed to have caught the girl's attention when she walked in with Sirius.
"Oh? Hello! My name is Hermione Granger, and you are?" The brunette greeted Anya politely, extending her hand to shake.
Anya took her hand in a firm grip and gave a polite shake. "Anastasia Rosier, but you may call me Anya."
"Rosier? Aren't they a French pureblood family? You don't sound very French; you have more of a German accent. Where are you from?" The girl rambled quickly. Anya looked at her, considering on how to answer the girl's questions. They were innocent enough and it wouldn't hurt anyone if she knew where she was born.
"My mother was a Rosier and I took her name. However, I was born in Austria. You are close with the accent, its Hungarian not German."
"Why do you have a Hungarian accent if your mother was French? Was your father Austrian? Although if you took your mother's name, I would assume you were closer to her, causing you to have more of a French accent."
"No, I am closer to my father, he is Hungarian."
"Oh! I've never met someone from Austria or Hungry before! You will have to tell me about your native country. My parents and I visit France often, what part was your mother from?" Hermione spoke quickly.
"Paris" Anya said shortly.
"Paris is such a beautiful city! The Louvre is my favorite place to visit, the artwork is magnificent! Have you been?"
"No"
"You haven't?! I figured you would have been with your mother being French"
"It's an attraction for nem varázslatok, they swarm it. I would never visit it" Anya said with disgust.
"Nem varázslatok? What does that mean?" Hermione repeated with terrible pronunciation.
"No magics." Everyone continued to give her confused looks.
"People with no magic. What do you call them here in England?" Anya said rolling her eyes slightly. Everyone looked at each other for a second. "We call them Muggles"
"Muggles? How…endearing" Anya sneered. Hermione raised her eyebrows, and everyone fidgeted.
"Do you hate Muggles? I hope you don't share the pureblood supremacy ideals that many do." Ginny said spitefully from the couch.
"I don't care about pureblood supremacy. Anyone with magic is equal in my eyes. I also do not hate those you call Muggles. They simply just have another value." Anya said with an air of superiority.
Hermione took a step backwards and away from Anya, an upset and angry look on her face, but her eyes looked like she was trying to figure out a complicated puzzle. Before another word could be said, Mrs. Weasley called for everyone to come eat. Everyone filed into the kitchen, many of the adults already being in the room, all of who looked familiar from the previous night.
Anya recognized Tonks, Moody, and Shacklebolt who were already sitting around the table. Lupin and Sirius were sitting in the same spots as yesterday. Anya took the empty seat next to Lupin again, taking a small comfort in the man's non-threating aura. Everyone started to fill their plates after everyone had been seated. Laughter and conversation filled the air around Anya, but she didn't join in. She was taking the small occasional bite while lost in her thoughts.
"What all was she allowed to share? She would be open about her identity if she didn't fear it being leaked to the Ministry. That's the last thing she needed right now. No one had seemed to agree with her statement about nem varázslatok either. She needed to get into the habit of calling them Muggles. She would have to be careful around Hermione. She could tell that she was intelligent but there was no way she would be able to figure out her identity just from that small amount of information."
Her thoughts were interrupted when everyone started to stand and clear off their plates. She looked down to see she had pretty much finished everything on her plate. She allowed her plate to be sent to the sink and stayed sitting with some of the adults.
"Now, all of you upstairs. There is an Order meeting tonight." Mrs. Weasley waved her hands to shoo off her children.
"But Mum!" Ron complained
"We are of age!" The twins shouted in unison.
"No! You are still to young! Now go!" Mrs. Weasley said in a tone none of them wanted to argue with. They redhaired boys mumbled on their way out, Ginny and Hermione following behind.
Before the girls walked out the door, Hermione turned back around. "Mrs. Weasley, how come Anastasia is able to join the Order meeting? She can't be much older than Ron and I." She asked, looking over at the blonde.
"She's a special case according to Dumbledore. Off you two go, you must be tired from traveling Hermione." Mrs. Weasley said gently, and the brunette nodded before sending one more glance at the smirking Anya before walking out.
The room filled with the other Order members; they took their seats until finally Dumbledore joined the group. He stood at the end of the table, facing everyone with a smile.
"Good evening! Now let's start before it gets too late. Any news about the Ministry?" Dumbledore said, addressing the ministry workers at the table.
"No, Fudge is still raving about how mad Harry and you are. He is obsessed with making sure no one believes the two of you. Its been hard to bring the topic up in conversation." Tonks said.
They continued to inform Dumbledore on small things that had happened since last night, but there didn't seem to be anything exciting or groundbreaking considering everyone's glum demeanor. Anya looked around lazily, not fully understanding everything they were conversing about. She still had no idea who this Voldemort was or what he was doing, let alone who this Potter was they all talked about.
Anya attention was finally caught when Dumbledore mentioned her name. "Miss. Rosier, I believe its time we fill you in on what's going on in our world. Do you have any question first?"
"What is this Voldemort? It would be nice to know more than just him being a dark wizard, yes?" Anya said, and Dumbledore nodded.
"Voldemort is a very evil wizard who strives to become the most powerful wizard known. He promotes the supremacy of purebloods, and for the extermination of Muggles and Muggleborns alike. Him and his followers have murdered hundreds of people in the last 20 years. He was defeated 14 years ago but was just recently brought back and is trying to once again gain power."
"What a waste of magical blood. The deaths of nem varázslatok, sorry I mean Muggles, can be excused, but not the Muggleborns. If his only aspirations are to be considered the most powerful then he should crawl back under the rock he came from. Power should be used to achieve freedom and the betterment of all wizards, not just himself and his followers. And what do you mean, brought back?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"We do not condone the murder of anyone, whether they be Muggle or magical, Miss. Rosier. Remember that" He said sternly before continuing.
"We believed he had been defeated and destroyed 14 years ago but it seems we were all mistaken. It seems he avoided death and had gone into hiding, restoring his power until he was ready to start his plans again." Dumbledore informed.
"How was he defeated?"
"He tried to kill a young baby named Harry Potter."
"A baby? Your 'oh-so-powerful' enemy was destroyed by a baby? If its that easy, then why are you all so afraid of him?"
"Harry Potter was not a normal baby. He survived the Killing Curse, which led to Voldemort's defeat."
"He really survived the Killing Curse? But that's impossible! How did he do it?" She asked with a dark gleam in her eyes that reminded Dumbledore strongly of Gellert when he was formulating ideas.
"With love, Miss. Rosier" Dumbledore said like it was the answer for everything. She scowled, unhappy with his answer but knowing she would get nothing else out of him about it at that moment.
"So where is this Harry Potter? If he is so valuable, why is he not here under the guard of your Order?" She asked, leaning back into her seat.
"His currently lives with his Aunt and Uncle. He should be here soon enough, he usually joins the Weasleys for the summer around his birthday." Lupin explained to the girl next to him.
"I am excited to meet this Harry Potter. He must be fascinating, yes?" She asked, her eyes glimmering.
Dumbledore's blue eyes narrowed at the young Grindelwald, afraid of the ideas she must be forming. If she was anything like her father, Dumbledore knew her ideas were nothing innocent.
"Potter is a good lad, don't try and fill his skull with your father's repulsive reviews on 'wizard domination'" Moody sneered from across the table. Anya hissed at the man's blatant disrespect for her father.
"How are you insult my father's views! He wanted what was best for the wizarding world! His actions are justified because they were for the greater good!" She spat at the auror.
"Why you little- "
"Enough!" Dumbledore's tone was commanding, drawing all eyes to him. "Miss. Rosier, Grindelwald's actions revolved around violence and the oppression of the non-wizarding community. Nothing can justify murder. You have been taught these ideas, but you must let them go and live a life on the side of the light. I would hate to see you follow Grindelwald's footsteps and end up in prison, or worse, dead." Dumbledore said gently.
Anya stood so quickly; her chair let out a screech when it scratched the wood floor of the kitchen. Her small hands slammed on the tabletop and she leaned in Dumbledore's direction. "Let them go?! Papa would be so disappointed in me if I let go! I was born and raised to believe and work for the greater good! I was born to help him achieve his goal. Why should the wizards have to hide in the gutters like rats! We have been blessed with magical blood, and yet we hide it! I would give my life for my father and his beliefs!"
Dumbledore look at her with sad eyes. He knew how alluring Gellert's ideas could be, he had once shared them as a young man. He could only imagine how strongly they were rooted into the young girl in front of him. Looking at her angered face, he felt his heart lurch with how similar she was to her father.
"My dear girl, there will come a time when you will open your eyes, I just hope it won't be too late when they do." Dumbledore said pitifully.
"Never" she spat, glaring at the man. Oh, how she hated him. It was his fault she was here! It was his fault that she was separated from her father, she was alone in a time she knew almost nothing about. She was alone in a foreign country, and alone in her beliefs. Were there no more of her father's acolytes? How could her father's achievements and influence fade in such a short amount of time? She should have fought harder to stay with him in Paris. If she had, then perhaps he would have never been captured. She would have been at his side and together they would have freed the wizards from their chains. But no, she was in here, alone and afraid.
Everyone soon emptied out the room, leaving the girl alone with her thoughts.
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Yayy! Chapter 4 is done, and I hope you guys like it! We get to meet Harry next.
I also want to take a second and say that I do not condone hatred or discrimination of any kind. Anya is a flawed character to has been shaped in her father's image. Grindelwald was a political extremist. I thought it would be nice to experiment with a darker character, more then just the regular death eater one.
Let me know what you guys think in the reviews!