I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe, only Anya. Anything she quotes from Grindelwald I do not own either. We get to meet Harry in this chapter! Now that we are getting into the book/movie, chapters will start being longer. I'm also gonna mix the book and movies together. Some parts might be from the book, and some will be from the movie. I hope you guys enjoy!
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It had been two weeks since Hermione arrived at Grimmauld Place, and the teenagers occupying the house were often together, laughing and enjoying their summer break. The lone- blonde teenager girl in the house, however, would spend her days curled up in the old green armchair, Crookshanks in her lap, and reading the books she had found forgotten in the Black family library.
Hermione's cat had taken an immense liking towards Anya, and nobody really understood why. Anya didn't mind though; she had always loved cats and she thought Crookshanks was adorable. Not to mention, he seemed smarter than the average cat.
The adults in the house found her behavior unnerving but understandable. Mrs. Weasley had tried her best try get the girl to socialize more. Even often forcing the girl to clean one room or the other with Hermione and Ginny.
It wasn't that she hated the other teens, she just didn't know how to act around them or what to talk about. She had always been around her father and his acolytes, never other children. She didn't know the people the girls gossiped about, and she wasn't interested in Quidditch which the boys were obsessed with.
What annoyed her the most was that she wasn't allowed to attend the meetings the Order had almost every night. Ever since the meeting she was informed about Voldemort, they seemed to have pushed her aside and no longer allowed her in.
She didn't like being out of the loop of political and war matters. She had always been in the center of her father's meetings and his plotting; she used to be a part of something greater. Now, she spent her time reading and cleaning.
Dumbledore seemed determined for her to fight alongside them, but why would she when she had no personal investment? Sure, they could argue that she should want to protect the wizarding world and those that inhabit it, but that also came along with protecting the Muggles, something she wasn't very keen about. It seemed like this whole war was a waste of time.
Voldemort wanted purebloods to rule the wizarding world, and to be known as the most powerful wizard ever known. And the Order simply fought against that. The whole war seemed entirely baseless and shallow to Anya.
She had just come from a war where she had been fighting for the freedom of the wizarding world, she had been fighting for the magical community to be able to reach its highest potential, no longer having to hide in the shadows, in fear of what the Muggles would do to them. She fought for the greater good. This war was nothing, it had no meaning to her, this war had no goal besides 'defeat the bad guy'.
She wanted to learn more about the current time she was in, but the Order members often blew off her questions, and she wasn't allowed to tell the other teens about her time-travel, so they were out of the question.
She had been surrounded by people, and yet, she felt so entirely alone. She always had her father growing up, and Queenie was a constant in her life as well. Without the two of them, she had nobody. She felt cold without her father near. How could she continue without him? These weeks had been torture for her. Oh, how she wished she could visit him in prison, to let him know she was alive and well. But she had no idea which prison in the wizarding world he was held in, Dumbledore and the others refused to tell her.
Hermione and Ginny were close friends, and the Weasley boys all had each other along with their parents. Oh, how she hated to watch them interact with their parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were such nice people and she didn't hate them, not at all. Mrs. Weasley had gone out of her way to make Anya feel welcomed, and it warmed her heart. Granted, she did think Mr. Weasley's obsession with Muggles was a bit disgusting, but he was a nice-enough man. The hatred mostly stemmed from her jealously.
She was jealous that the Weasley children had their parents with them, and she was jealous of how motherly Mrs. Weasley was towards everyone. Anya's mother was never the motherly type, Anya loved Vinda, but she left a lot of be desired. Mrs. Weasley however was so warm and kind, and her cooking was to die for. The closet motherly figure she had growing up was her father's acolyte Queenie.
Queenie was a beautiful American witch that was a Legilimens, she was always so kind to Anya and would always try and make Anya's more feminine side come out when she was growing up. Anya's heart broke even more at the thought of the sweet blonde woman. She would never see Queenie again; she doesn't even know the fate the woman was dealt. Was she alive? In prison? Or was she dead?
Thundering footsteps broke Anya's concentration away from the fire she had been staring at. She'd decided to change it up and sat in the sitting room that evening. Crookshanks was once again on her lap, and a book was left open on the seat next to her. She looked towards the hall, to see Snape, Tonks, and Shacklebolt walking quickly towards the kitchen, Moody was thumping loudly behind them. Their faces were lined with disbelief, anger and even the slightest bit of panic.
She raised a groomed eyebrow at their rushed movements, why were they being so noisy? They were never like this on any other night the Order had a meeting. Had something happened? She got up to follow them, only for the kitchen door to be closed in her face.
A nasty scowl graced her lips and she spun around, marching back to the seat she just emptied. She plopped down and grabbed her book and began petting Crookshanks with her free hand. Before she could even start to read again, footsteps echoed down the creaky staircase.
Ron, Hermione and Ginny walked into the sitting room and looked around, trying to find the commotion from moments before. "What's going on? We heard people thundering about, its early for an Order meeting." Hermione asked the blonde.
Hermione and Ginny were really the only teens that tried to engage the girl in conversation. Fred and George had played the occasional prank on her, but she had still yet to fall for their candy pranks. Ron didn't seem to really like Anya, and always gave her nasty looks when he was in the same room as her.
Anya shrugged at the question, not looking away from her book. "It was Snape, Tonks, Moody and Shacklebolt. They seemed upset." She said casually, not letting the anger of being left out flood her voice.
"Really? I hope nothing bad has happened" Hermione's eyebrows furrowed in worry.
"I'm sure it's nothing Hermione" Ginny reassured the curly haired girl.
"Most Macabre Monstrosities? I read that book in second year. Are you interested in magical creatures?" Hermione asked, sitting down in one of the armchairs. Ginny sat on the other end of the couch Anya was on.
"Really Hermione? You're going to talk to her about a book? She hasn't wanted to talk to us before, why is she going to now?" Ron huffed before taking a seat in the other empty armchair.
Anya ignored his jab and focused on Hermione. "They are interesting yes. I met a handsome, but odd man once that was very obsessed with creatures, I was never able to have more than a couple conversations with him, however. Unfortunately, most of the conversations we did have never turned out…peaceful" Anya said with a smirk, thinking about the auburn-haired man she had met a few times. He was one of the men that always seemed to be on the hunt for her father. She couldn't remember his name though, but she knew it had something to do with reptiles.
"Did the two of you not get along?" Ginny asked.
"You could say that" Anya said vaguely, wanting to give more information, but knowing she would get in trouble with Dumbledore if she did. She may not like the man, but he was giving her protection and she was grateful for it.
"Are you going to be joining us at Hogwarts in September?" Hermione asked, eager that she was able to talk to the mysterious blonde that had lurked around Grimmauld Place since she arrived.
Anya nodded, closing her book and delicately placed her chin on her knuckles, leaning on the arm of the couch.
"What school are you transferring from? I don't remember reading about Hogwarts receiving transfer students." Hermione was confused at the idea. Why would someone leave their previous school? It's not like Anya wouldn't be able to attend her previous school just because she was in a new country.
"I was homeschooled previously." Anya said shortly.
"Homeschooled? You never attended school? How can you preform magic then?" Hermione sounded scandalized at the idea of someone not going to school.
"Magic doesn't come with attending a school. My father taught me everything I needed to know and more. Probably more than your schools have taught you." Anya said with a proud voice, not caring if she hurt Hermione's feelings.
"Oi! No need to be rude! She's just asking a question. Hermione is top of our class" Ron scolded from his seat.
"Truthfully? I never would have guessed." Anya was getting uncomfortable with all the questions directed at her, she wanted them to leave her in peace.
Hermione looked angry but before she could say anything in response to Anya's insult, the kitchen door opened, and Mrs. Weasley came out.
"I'm glad you are all here! Makes it easier than finding all of you. Harry will be arriving soon so all of you be well behaved. Ron he will be rooming with you like always. We'll have supper after he has arrived."
Hermione's, Ginny's and Ron's anger all vanished off their face once Harry's arrival was mentioned.
"Harry coming? He usually doesn't come this early." Ginny asked.
"He's gotten in trouble with the Ministry. Arthur sent word that Harry performed the Patronus charm in front of his cousin. Now, the Ministry is trying to expel him. Dumbledore thought it best if he joined us here." Sirius answered from behind Mrs. Weasley.
Three of the four teenagers jumped up with questions, leaving Anya took look at them all confused, and annoyed at their loud tones.
"He's being expelled?"
"They can't do that!"
"Bloody Hell!"
Sirius raised a hand to silence them, before explaining, "I'm sure Harry will explain everything to you once he gets here. The Order members retrieving him have just left. Dumbledore won't let Harry be expelled so there's no need to worry."
Hermione, Ron and Ginny went upstairs, sharing their excitement about Harry coming. Anya continued to watch them, even as their voices went away.
Sirius and Mrs. Weasley walked back into the kitchen after they gave Anya small smiles.
Anya could feel a small wave of excitement coursing through her at meeting Harry Potter. She still remembered what she had been told about him surviving the Killing Curse. She was fascinated with how he achieved it, there had to be more to it than just love as Dumbledore claimed.
She had been researching in the Black family library but was unable to find any spells or magic that could have been at work. She had to learn how to do it, it would put her at such a huge advantage. How many could say they didn't fear death?
The only other way she could think of was the Deathly Hallows. She knew the story by heart. It had been her favorite tale as a little girl, only to later learn that it was a true. Her father was always obsessed with the Deathly Hallows, believing it even more vehemently after gaining possession of the Elder Wand in his youth. However, the Invisibility Cloak and Resurrection Stone, remained out of his grasp.
She had always hoped that the wand would be passed to her after her father passed away, but now that would never happen. It had been stolen from him by Dumbledore. No matter how badly she wanted it, or as powerful as she was, she stood absolutely no chance in a duel against Dumbledore.
Maybe an hour had passed before commotion broke out in the hallway again. 'They must be back' Anya thought before standing and peeking into the hallway. Mrs. Weasley had already made it there and had pulled a dark-haired boy into her arms.
She held him a bit away from her body and spoke, "You're looking peaky; you need feeding up, but you'll have to wait a bit for dinner, I'm afraid…" She then whispered to Moody and the others, but Anya was unable to hear her. Everyone started walking to the kitchen door, but Mrs. Weasley stopped Harry before he could go in.
"No, Harry, the meeting's only for members of the Order. Ron and Hermione are upstairs, you can wait with them until the meeting's over and then we'll have dinner. And keep your voice down in the hall" She warned.
Anya had to roll her eyes, remembering the awful portrait that hung on the stairway. Anya had the unfortunate experience of meeting the portrait's inhabitant when she got too curious one day and pulled away the curtain hiding it. The voice's loud volume still echoed in her head over a week later.
"Oh! Anya! Perfect dearie, you can show Harry to Ron's room. I need to be back in the meeting, so you will have to do it for me." Mrs. Weasley smiled at the two before walking into the kitchen and quickly closing the door.
Anya and Harry stood in silence for a moment, both just looking at the other. He was taller than her by a good few inches, he had messy black hair that went in every direction, circular glasses, and a thin build. He was cuter than she'd expected.
Harry was at a loss at the unfamiliar girl standing before him. She couldn't have been older than him but why was she here? The name Anya didn't ring a bell to him either, but with the lack of letters he had been sent this summer, she could have been a secret that everyone was so willing to hide from him. Thinking about the lack of communication from his friends this summer made his blood simmer once again, the anger of feeling ignored was prevalent and was waiting to show its ugly head.
The silence seemed to have been too much for the blonde because she finally stepped forwards and held out a hand. "I'm Anastasia Rosier, but you can call me Anya. You are Harry Potter?" Her voice was deep, thick accent Harry couldn't place. Her voice was deeper than Hermione's or Ginny's, but it was still feminine. It was more of a seductive, cool voice then a light, musical once.
Harry took her cold hand and shook it politely "I am, it's nice to meet you". She let go of his hand before motioning towards the stairs and walking up them. Harry followed her lead, the stairs creaking ominously below them. The walls were dusty, and when they made it to the first landing, they passed glass jars lining the walls, filled with what Harry believed were the heads of house elves inside of them.
"Why are there heads on the walls?" Harry asked the girl in front of him. She simply shrugged at his question, not knowing the answer. They quickly made it to the second landing before Anya knocked on the first door to their left, opening it after a second had passed.
She let Harry enter first since it was his friends occupying the room. She had insulted them only an hour before and wasn't very excited to join them for conversation again.
"HARRY! Ron, he's here, Harry's here! We didn't hear you arrive! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Have you been furious with us? I bet you have, I know our letters were useless – but we couldn't tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn't, oh, we've got so much to tell you, and you've got to tell us – the dementors! When we heard – and that Ministry hearing – it's just outrageous, I've looked it all up, they can't expel you, they just can't, there's provision in the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life-threating situations –"
"Let him breathe Hermione" Ron finally cut the brunette's rambling off. Anya had walked away in the middle of Hermione's tirade, walking to where her and Ginny shared a room. It was empty, so she could only assume the tiny red-haired girl was with the twins.
Harry had turned around to look at the blonde, only to see she was gone. He furrowed his brows and turned to look at his best friends. "Who's the girl? She introduced herself as Anastasia Rosier."
Ron's grin quickly fell, and an irritated look crossed his face. Even Hermione's smile had fallen.
"Prideful git that one is. She hides out around here reading books about the Dark Arts. We only ever really see her at meals or when Mum forces her to clean with us. Reckon she's some kid from a Death Eater family. There was a Death Eater named Rosier who was killed during the first war. Probably gonna be one just like her family"
"Ronald!" Hermione scolded him for insulting the girl who was not there to defend herself. She turned to Harry with an uneasy look on her face.
"She isn't the most pleasant, but I believe she's just sad. She was here before I arrived two weeks ago. I've only talked to her a handful a times, she seems very intelligent, but she is interested in the Dark Arts like Ron said. I don't believe she's from a Death Eater family, however. She mentioned Rosier was her mother's name, who was French. Anya also mentioned she was born in Austria. So, neither she nor her mum are British, and from what I've read, most of You-Know-Who's influence has always been in England." Hermione explained.
"What's her dad's name then?" Harry asked.
"We don't know. She's never mentioned it."
"You think she might have connections to Voldemort? Don't you think it's strange that someone with possible family ties to a Death Eater just happens to show up after Voldemort has been brought back? I doubt it's a coincidence. She might be a spy." Harry theorized.
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other at his paranoia, but Ron felt it was justified against the girl.
"Dumbledore showed up with her late one night. Moody doesn't seem to care for her much, but the rest of the Order doesn't seem to pay her much attention. Mum, Sirius and Lupin are the only ones who really try with her. She sat in on two meetings when she first arrived but hasn't been allowed in anymore since." Ron said.
"She's joining us this year at Hogwarts, she was homeschooled before. There was something she said though when I first met her. I was talking to her about Paris, and she doesn't seem to have a good opinion on Muggles, but she said she doesn't care about blood purity—"
"She hates Muggles?" Harry asked with disgust.
"Well, she said she didn't hate them, just that they had a 'different value then those with magical blood'. It sounded familiar; I believe I've read something like that before. I've got to look in the library when we get back to Hogwarts."
"All the more reason she's no good. She's probably gonna be sorted into Slytherin and become best friends with Malfoy. She can share her interest in Dark Arts there with the rest of the scum" Ron spat, and Hermione gave him a scathing look.
"I'm insulted Weasley. And here I was, thinking you thought so highly of me" A cold voice at the doorway caused the three occupants to spin in that direction. There, leaning on the inner doorframe was the very witch they had just been talking about.
Ron scuffed at her. "Resorted to eavesdropping, have we?"
She raised a brow at him in a condescending manner. "I don't think it counts if you three are speaking loud enough for your conversation to be heard through the open door."
Hermione blushed at being caught gossiping, but Harry just looked angry.
"You should mind your business" Harry said to the girl, and her icy blue eyes turned to meet his emerald green.
"Mind my business? Forgive me, but I seem to recall the three of you were just talking about me. If anything was my business, this would be it. I don't appreciate people talking behind my back. Grow up and ask me your questions yourself." She said coolly, a glare directed at the three 15-year olds.
"Like you would answer them, you've avoided the questions Hermione has asked" Ron said with a scowl.
"I think I've answered the questions to the best of my abilities. I've told her where I was from, how I learned magic, and about my parents."
"You gave the vaguest answers possible."
"If you want to know more, then bring it up with your Headmaster. He's the one that doesn't want me to share more. I'd be glad to tell you all about me, I'm proud of who I am." Anya argued.
"A proud Death Eater, I'm sure" Harry spoke once again. She turned back to him with a dark smile.
"How presumptive of you, Potter. Your friends tell you my name is Rosier and that I like the Dark Arts and all the sudden I'm in league with your enemy? I'll tell you once and one time only. I'm not a Death Eater. Their goals are shallow and lack ambition, I would appreciate not being lumped together with such people."
Harry's eyebrows furrowed at the girl's words. "Then why'd Ron say you hate Muggles?"
"I don't hate Muggles; I don't run my life based on hatred. I simply think the Muggles have a different disposition; they have a different value if you will. Papa always said that magic blooms in the rarest of souls, so why should we hide that from the Muggles? I'm against hiding from them and giving them control of the world when we have seen all the wars, they have led themselves towards. I'm against their arrogance, their power lust, and their barbarity. That's where I stand. It's a greater ambition then simply enforcing blood supremacy."
Hermione had a puzzled look on her face, like the one when Anya had mentioned her views the first time. "You sound like the reports I read about the dark wizard Grindelwald. But he was far before our time."
Anya gave a dark smile, one that was clearly mocking them, "Perhaps" was all she said before standing straight and walking down the stairs.
"Whose Grindelwald?" Harry asked his two friends. Hermione looked pale and Ron looked unconcerned for the most part, but he had paled slightly.
"He was a very dark wizard, before Voldemort. He believed that Muggles were beneath wizards. He had a lot of influence in continental Europe, he was the leader of a revolution against the European Ministries to disband the Statue of Secrecy. I read about him in a List of Most Dangerous Dark Wizards of All Time, he's second only to You-Know-Who. If she believes the way he did, then it could be dangerous. Dumbledore ended Grindelwald's reign of terror back in the 40s, there's no way she has firsthand experience of it. Her family must have been followers of him but after his defeat, continued to pass the ideas to each generation. Like how the pureblood families do here."
"Great just what I need, another dark wizard fanatic! But now it's about a dark wizard I don't even know about!" Harry said throwing himself backwards on the bed.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much, mate. Grindelwald's been locked up for over 50 years now. One teenage girl isn't gonna bring him back." Ron said dismissively.
It made sense to Harry, how could a 15-year-old girl be any more dangerous than Voldemort and his followers? Sure, she might have some crazy beliefs, but perhaps being away from her family would change that. He could only hope she wouldn't turn out to be another enemy.