Category: Book ยป Harry Potter

Author: Twix3780

Language: English

Rated: Fiction T

Genre: Fantasy/Family

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: Welcome back! Merlin's Beard, has it been a year already? Before we start, I would first like to say thank you to everyone for their support throughout the first book. Your comments and reviews, even after I had finished posting the final chapter, were what kept me going through the last year, and pushed me to finish this sequel. I am both super excited and super nervous to see how these final years pan out, and I hope you enjoy the final journey.


FOURTEEN-YEARS IN THE MAKING

SUTHERLAND HEIR DISCOVERED ALIVE AND WELL.

By Jodie Mackie

Fourteen years ago, the Sutherland family was hit by a devastating blow when the bodies of Guinevere and Emrys were found in their family home in North Suffolk. Speculations arose through the Wizarding community that possible Death Eater intervention had occurred at the residence as the Dark Mark hovered high in the sky.

Witches and Wizards from all over the world offered their sympathies to one of the last Pureblood families, but many others held concerns for the young child that was said to have been in their care. Faye Sutherland was only two years old when she disappeared, believed to be dead.

However, we now know that she did indeed survive and has been living amongst us, hidden in plain sight.

Removed from her family, and kept from its History, young Faye has lived a life of secrecy as a young Muggleborn witch known as Teddie Green. Miss Green took the Wizarding World by storm back in 1991, when she started her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was sort into Slytherin house.

Slytherin house was founded by Salazar Slytherin in the late 10th century. It's characterised as favouring students with a set of specific qualities, such as, but not limited to, cunning, resourcefulness, leadership, and ambition. Traits that have led everyone to believe that students that graduate from Slytherin house are set to become dark witches or wizards.

Miss Green was believed to be the first Muggleborn in existence, to ever be sorted into such a pure and noble house, but now we know that is not the case.

~X~

"That's her."

"What's she doing back here?"

"I always knew Dumbledore was eccentric, but letting her return to school, what is he thinking?"

"She's his daughter, for Merlin's sake, she should be locked up in Azkaban like the rest of his nutcases."

Teddie clenched her teeth and kept her eyes forward as she made her way along the corridor of the train. It had long since left the platform, and still, people were peering out of their compartments or standing up to get a good look of her as she passed.

"Blaise and Daphne are probably in the end compartment," said Theo.

"We're almost there, Ted," said Mason.

Teddie shrugged. "Yeah, and I'll be able to hide for the next couple of hours," she said. "But what about at school?"

"Why should you need to hide anyway?" Theo asked. "Since when do you care about what people think?"

He had a point. She'd never cared about the way people muttered about her when she was just the 'Muggleborn in Slytherin', why should she care now? They didn't know the full story, and to be quite honest, neither did she.

Finally, they reached the last carriage and found Astoria sitting at the window. She looked up and grinned as the trio entered.

"You made it!" Astoria said, jumping up to hug them. "I thought I was going to be on my own."

"Where are Daphne and Blaise?" Mason asked, sitting beside her as Teddie and Theo pushed their trunks into the remaining racks available.

"They got made Prefects this year," said Astoria. "They're in the Prefects compartment getting instructions from the Head Boy and Girl. Mum nearly had a heart attack when Daphne showed her the badge. It's really pretty."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot that this year is Prefect year," said Theo. "Have they been gone long?"

Astoria checked her watch. "About ten minutes," she said. "Dad was a Prefect when he was in school, he reckons the Welcome Talk takes about an hour or so. You know, they need to welcome new Prefects, do introductions, and get their duties for the train."

"How was your summer?" Teddie asked.

"Boring," Astoria replied. "We spent it in Holland. Dad has family there. By the way, I'm sorry," she added. "We saw the Evening Edition. Mum and Dad were furious when it came out. They couldn't believe that the Daily Prophet would just out you like that."

Teddie forced a smile.

The train rattled further north, speeding them out into the open country. The weather couldn't seem to make up its mind - one minute everything was sunny and happy, and then the next grey clouds floated overhead and Teddie felt that they would burst at any moment, drowning everything in a river of water.

"How was your birthday, Tori?" Mason asked. "Did you get my gifts?"

Astoria's face lit up. "Yes, thank you, they're great," she said. "Auntie Lulu was confused, but I showed her how they worked and she was fascinated. She loves Muggles, you know, always has. Grandma doesn't approve of it, of course, but..." she said with a shrug.

"I know you're going into your third year but I never thought to ask," said Teddie. "How did your grandmother take you being sorted into Ravenclaw and not Slytherin?"

"Not well, unfortunately," said Astoria. "She was convinced that the Sorting Hat had made a mistake, and was ready to message Dumbledore and ask for a do-over. Dad managed to calm her down, but she's still a bit miffed."

Teddie hesitated. "Has she seen the Prophet at all?" she asked.

"You mean, does she know about you?"

Teddie nodded.

Astoria sighed heavily. "She was furious at mum and dad for letting Daphne and I associate with you," she said. "There were a few choice words about Muggles and Muggleborns that I wasn't supposed to have heard. But then she read that you were, you know..."

Teddie nodded.

"Well, let's just say that she's not fully accepting of our friendship; but she's not totally against it, either," said Astoria. "She seems to think that good thing's could come of it. But Grandma is always looking for an angle she can manipulate."

"Does she agree with Voldemort and his views of Muggles and Muggleborns?"

Astoria shrugged. "Dad never lets her discuss such matters when Daphne and I are in the room," she said.

"And with good reason," said Daphne, stepping into the compartment with Blaise. "Grandma doesn't approve of anyone that isn't pure and noble. Which is why it was hard to swallow you being a Ravenclaw and not a Slytherin."

Teddie raised an eyebrow as Daphne sat opposite her. "Hello to you, too," she said.

"Sorry," Daphne apologised.

"Tough morning?"

Daphne shrugged. "It could've gone better," she said. "We've been stuck in the Prefects compartment since the train left the platform - you'll never guess who the other Prefects are, especially Gryffindors."

"Wait, don't tell me," said Theo. "Potter and Granger?"

"One out of two, I'm afraid," said Blaise. "It seems Potter's fame only gets him so far. Weasley is the new Prefect for Gryffindor."

"Ron?" Teddie asked.

Blaise and Daphne nodded.

"I bet Potter's thrilled," said Theo. "He's usually used to getting his way."

Teddie sank into her seat and turned her attention to the window. She was used to her friends bad-mouthing Harry, and while at times she agreed that he did seem to get his way, there were other times that he didn't have that luxury. More often than not, he was just found in the wrong place at the wrong time.

~X~

The weather remained undecided as they travelled farther and farther North. At around 8 pm, rain splattered the windows and Teddie found it hard to make out anything beyond the glass. Instead, she took to watching rain droplets surge down the pane, mentally racing them like she used to do as a child in the back of her dad's car.

Half an hour later, darkness rolled in and the lamps flickered to life. The atmosphere throughout the train turned to excitement, as every passenger knew that as soon as the lights came on then they were almost to Hogwarts. For the first years, it was a chance to see the castle for the first time, while returning students were happy to be back.

"We should get changed," said Daphne, standing on her seat and reaching into her trunk for her robes. She did the same for Astoria and then ushered the boys outside so that they could change.

They then swapped over.

While they waited for the boys to change, Teddie noticed that the people that were in the hallways kept glancing back at her. She watched as they nudged their friends, and either nodded or pointed in her direction, and then turned away whispering.

"Ignore them," said Daphne. "They're just going on what the Evening Prophet says about you. They don't know the truth."

"I know, but this is the first article in the Prophet that I can't argue against it being false," said Teddie. "It is the truth, and as much as I hate it..."

"They don't know you, Teddie," said Daphne. "They're making theories based on a news article. They don't know the real you."

"Neither do I," Teddie muttered.

Daphne opened her mouth to argue when the compartment door slid open and Blaise stepped aside to let them back in. As she retook her seat, Daphne clipped her Prefect's badge to her robe, just like Blaise had done with his own.

At last, the train began to slow down.

"We will be reaching Hogsmeade station in two minutes," said the conductor's voice up and down the train. "Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

Daphne looked at Teddie. "We'll meet you up at the castle," she said. "Blaise and I are supposed to supervise the other students and make sure they know where they're going."

Teddie nodded and watched as they left. She then turned to the others and motioned for them to follow her. "Come on," she said.

Mason held tightly to his sister's hand as they were pushed and herded towards the carriages that would take them to Hogwarts.

"What are those things, d'you reckon?"

Teddie looked up as she heard Harry's voice from ahead. He was standing in front of the coaches while other students surged past him,.

"What things?" Weasley asked.

"Those horse things that are pulling the carriages," said Harry.

Ron looked perplexed as Teddie and her friends grew closer. He was staring at the space Harry was pointing at. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"He can't see them," said Teddie, breaking out of the crowd and stopping beside the two Gryffindors. "Not like you can."

Ron glared at Teddie. "What do you want?" he asked. "Come to do the job that dear old dad couldn't?"

Teddie bristled but chose to ignore him. Instead, she focused her attention on Harry. "They're called Thesterals," she replied. "I've been able to see them since the second year. Theo can see them too." She added, nodding towards the carriage where her best friend and brother had disappeared.

"What are Thesterals?" Harry asked.

"Well, they are what you see," said Teddie, pointing at the nearest horse. "But the story behind why some people can see them and others can't is rather daunting. Marcus told me that they can only be viewed by people who have seen death. I saw Quirrell die in our first year, and you saw Cedric last year."

Harry's face dropped.

Teddie reached for his hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean -" she started.

"No, it's okay," said Harry. "How are you, Teddie?"

Teddie shrugged. "About the same as you, I'm guessing," she said. "I don't believe what the Prophet is saying about you, by the way. I have believed you since the first day we met, and I still believe you now. Just know that you can count on me for anything."

"Thanks, Teddie," said Harry, smiling. He squeezed her hand and then released it, before following Ron towards the carriages.

Following their example, Teddie ducked into the one her friends were occupying and settled into the seat beside Theo. The door snapped shut, and the carriage started to move upward towards the castle.

~X~

The Entrance Hall was ablaze with torches and echoing footsteps as the students crossed the flagged stone floor and disappeared beyond the double doors of the Great Hall. Teddie parted ways with Mason and Astoria on the threshold and followed Theo to their usual seats at the Slytherin table.

Again, Teddie noticed that people were watching her, but this time she also noticed that they were split between whispering about her and whispering about Harry. Their gazes seemed to shift between the pair and their conversations were rattled with their names.

"I wonder how Potter is dealing with the news?"

"Yeah, I heard he and Green were friends."

"Do you reckon that will last?"

"Doubtful. She's the daughter of the man that killed his parents."

"I agree. If I were Potter, I'd drop her immediately."

Daphne and Blaise joined them a few minutes later, having caught one of the last carriages up from the station, and were in the process of seating themselves opposite Theo and Teddie when Parkinson decided she wanted to join in on the gossip.

"How was your summer, Faye?" Parkinson asked.

Teddie levelled her with a glare. "Before you even continue down that road, let me stop you," she interrupted. "My name isn't Faye, and neither you nor Malfoy has cared about my summer, much less my life, for the last four years, so let's not start now."

"I'm trying to be friendly," said Parkinson. "Dark times are heading our way, we could all -"

"You're trying to get a leg up in whatever's about to happen," said Teddie. "You probably didn't even come up with this plan yourselves; I wouldn't put it past your parents to tell you to try and befriend me."

Parkinson opened her mouth to reply when the Hall fell silent.

Teddie tore her gaze from her housemates, missing the glare that Parkinson gave her, and turned her gaze to the front of the Hall. The first thing she noticed was that the Gameskeeper and Care of Magical Creatures' professor, Hagrid was not present, instead, an unfamiliar woman sat in his chair.

Then, the doors at the back opened, and a thin line of first years trotted in. At the head of the line, carrying the familiar three-legged stool and old-frayed Sorting Hat was Professor McGonagall. She set the stool and hat on the stage and stepped aside.

The whole school waited with bated breath. Then the rip near the hat's brim opened wide like a mouth and the Sorting Hat burst into song. It rattled on and on about the founders and how they had built the school to teach others about the forms of magic - it mentioned how Slytherin only wanted students of pureblood, Ravenclaws wanted students who favoured knowledge, Gryffindors wanted students with bravery, and how Hufflepuff had no preference.

The song went on for a good five minutes before the hat fell silent and the hall burst into cheers, although there were a smattering of confused whispers and muttered conversations about what the Sorting Hat had been talking about during its speech.

"It sounded like a warning," said Malfoy, leaning forward. He stared intently at Teddie. "What do you think?"

"I think you need to stop talking to me like I'm your friend," said Teddie. She turned her attention to Theo, Daphne, and Blaise. "But he does have a point. It did sound like a warning. I wonder if it's given warnings before?"

Blaise shrugged.

"Abercrombie, Euan," Professor McGonagall called, silencing all lingering conversations.

A terrified-looking boy stumbled forward and put the hat on his head.

The hat considered for a moment before shouting - "GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table cheered.

Teddie rubbed her eyes as the first years thinned more and more. She cheered each time a new student joined Slytherin, eager to learn whether or not her friends knew of them or their families. She wasn't surprised to learn that they were all, at least Purebloods or even Halfbloods.

Finally, Rose Zeller became a Hufflepuff and McGonagall cleared away the hat and the stool.

"Finally," said Blaise, rubbing his hands. He and Daphne had missed the sweet trolley on the train, and although his friends had shared their lunch and snacks with him, he was still starving. There were only so many pumpkin pasties and chocolate frogs a person could eat.

As the Hall settled in for their evening meal, Dumbledore stood and opened his arms wide with a pleasant grin. "To our newcomers," he boomed, surveying the Hall over the top of his glasses. "Welcome! To our old hands - welcome back! There is a time for speech-making, but this is not it. Tuck in!"

There was a slight chuckle and then an outbreak of applause as Dumbledore sat down. Then the tables were covered with food in all shapes, sizes, and fragrances. Teddie inhaled deeply and reached for a plate of bacon.

Her friends laughed and she stuck her tongue out at them. Five years on, and she still wasn't bored of it yet.


Happy Birthday, Mason!

Happy 3rd Anniversary, Teddie!

Happy New Year all. I hope 2021 is better for you!

~Twix