Title: Future - Reconstructed to the Past
Chapter 2: Red Haired Wonders
Authors: Elf Toshiba
E-mail: angelchild03@aol.com
Disclaimerz: Well, here I am again. It is 3:07 a.m. in the morning over here on New Year's Eve.or rather New Year's Day now. I don't want to bore you with a ton of disclaimers, but you know the basic stuff: J.K. Rowlings owns Harry Potter and all associated characters. I own all that you see (unless other wise noted.) Well, on with the story.
Future - Reconstructed to the Past
Chapter 2: Red Haired Wonders
The seven teens stood, waiting for any news that would tell them if the young lass were all right. Instead of their normal goofing off, the twins, especially Fred, were withdrawn and stony faced. They nearly all jumped out of their seats when Madam Pomfrey exited from the drawn curtains around the girl's bed. Fred was the first to speak.
"Is she gonna be alright? Who is she? Where is she from? What is - " he was suddenly silenced as George slammed a hand over his mouth. Madam Pomfrey nodded her thanks.
"She will be fine. However - " she was cut off at the sound of the curtain opening. She spun around to find her latest charge standing outside the drape, clutching it in a white-knuckle grip as she surveyed the scene before her. Fred sprang to his feet and went to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, untangling her hands from the white shade and holding them lightly in his palms. Her brown eyes flicked up to his green ones and held. She nodded slowly and stepped forward and hugged him, gently laying her head on his chest. Fred seemed surprised but got over it quickly and enveloped her in a tight hug.
"Yea, I'm fine. Thanks a lot for saving me." The brown-eyed girl stepped back and glanced around the room. "Where am I?" her softly accented voice was light with confusion. "Where's my switchblade?"
"It's right here. I kinda took off of you so you wouldn't accidentally hurt yourself with it when we brought you in here." Fred dug into his pocket and withdrew the blade. "Cool knife."
Jesse laughed softly. "Thanks. My grandpa gave it to me a little less than a year before he.he died." Her voice caught slightly, and she shook her head as thought to clear it. "Would anyone mind telling me where I am?"
"Why, my dear, you are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." A new voice said from directly behind her. She gasped and spun around, popping out the blade from sheer reflexes.
"Come again? I coulda sworn you just said 'Witchcraft' and 'Wizardry'." Jesse said, blinking twice at the sight before her. The elderly man had a long silver beard and hair the same color and about the same length. She took a deep breath and popped the blade back in and placed it in its holder. "I think you must have made a mistake. I'm not a.a witch."
The wizened old man laughed softly. "No, m'dear. There has been no mistake. Your mother came here as did your father and grandparents."
"Okay.my mother told me she went to Mount Carmel.this is just too weird."
"Well, if you have any questions for her, she should be here within the next few minutes."
Jesse looked shocked. "That's impossible. My mother's dead. She died a few years ago. In a - a bad car wreck. I was the only survivor. My step-dad was driving drunk and got the car caught under an eighteen wheeler." She said softly, staring at the ground. She took a deep breath and swiped at her eyes. Fred put a comforting arm around her and she gratefully leaned into the embrace.
"Arisa, I am deeply sorry; we were not informed about your mother's passing." The aged man looked at her. "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster to this school. Is your grandmother still alive?"
"Excuse me? Arisa? Oh, um, yes. My grandma is still living." She replied a confused expression on her face. "But my name's Jesse. Jessica Northcott."
"Poppy, can you please go and fetch Carmela Latino, please?" Dumbledore requested, imploring her with his blue eyes.
"Certainly, headmaster." She turned to the rest of the congregated teens in the room. "Everyone out! The girl needs her rest." She ordered.
"Poppy, I think that Mr. Potter should stay. This involves him as well." The headmaster said as he placed an old hand on Harry's shoulder. "The rest of you, I will see you for the evening feast when Arisa Evans is sorted into her house."
"Who?" Jesse asked, sitting back on the bed as she watched her savior and the others leave the room. "Who's Arisa Evans?"
Dumbledore looked slightly alarmed. "Why, you are, my dear." The small brunette looked shocked. Suddenly, the doors to the room burst open as two women came rushing in. The first was undoubtedly Jesse's grandmother, as they shared similar traits: brown hair, tanned complexions and Italian looks. The second was the nurse, Poppy.
"Professor Dumbledore, I came as soon as Madam Pomfrey told me! Is my granddaughter okay?" she asked as she quickly walked over to Jesse's side and proceeded to hug her and check her over.
"Mawmaw! I'm fine, trust me!" Jesse replied, trying to breathe as her relative smothered her in attempted care.
"Mrs. Latino, Arisa is just fine. But I believe that she has some questions that you can answer. And I also have no doubt that you remember Harry, Rose and Michael's nephew?"
Carmela gasped and went over to Harry and grabbed him up in a hug, murmuring softly.
"Um.Professor Dumbledore?" Jesse cautiously asked, hoping she had gotten his name right. At his nod, she continued. "How does my grandma know him?"
Dumbledore chuckled softly. "I'm surprised you don't as well. He's your cousin."
Jesse's grandmother straightened and looked at the headmaster sheepishly. "After Anthony died, Rose placed a memory charm on her after she tried to curse herself."
Dumbledore nodded sagely. "I understand. Do you wish for the charm to be removed?" Carmela nodded. Jesse just looked as baffled as Harry. Dumbledore pulled his wand from his robes and placed it at Jesse's temple. He muttered a quiet spell and Jesse's eyes widened. She turned to her grandma.
"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" she grounded out, tears beginning to seep into her eyes. "You lied to me for the past sixteen years. You - you.SHIT! You made me believe that I was normal!" She shook her head. "You made me accept that my father was electrocuted when he was painting a house! How could you have let mum put that thing on me? My father died protecting me! NOT in some stupid freak accident!" she took a deep breath before continuing. But before she could continue, her grandmother interrupted.
"Jesse, we did what we thought was best. If you remembered that you father died protecting you from Voldemort, you would have gone out after him!" at her granddaughter's sputtering, she held up a hand. "And don't try to deny it. I know you too well; you're as Italian as I am, young lady."
"My true name is Arisa, Mawmaw." She ground out, eyes flashing behind the tears. "Remember? The name I was born with: Arisa Rori-Lorelei Evans. And I know remember everything; that night when Uncle James and daddy fought to protect Pocky and me. Aunt Lily was shielding us when Voldemort killed her and tried to kill us. I remember everything, Pawpaw teaching me everything I needed to know to go to Hogwarts and then some! I'm trained almost enough to get into seventh year! Now, can someone put my normal appearance back on? Please?" she finished, taking a deep breath and looked around the room. The headmaster nodded and, pointing his wand at her and murmured another spell. With this spell, Arisa's hair lengthened slightly and turned auburn- red and curly, with surprisingly straight bangs that went down to nearly her nose. Her eyes, previously a dark brown, turned to a glittering emerald green. On her forehead, however, was the same lightning bolt-shaped scar that her cousin had from Voldemort. She sighed as she pulled a hair tie from her wrist and proceeded to put her hair into a plait. Harry stared at her, unable to break his gaze.
"Evie!?" he cried out, standing and rushing to embrace her as she stood. The two cousins stood in the hug for what seemed forever. When they pulled apart, Arisa had tears leaking from her eyes and Harry had tears standing in his. They grinned and laughed at the same time before embracing again. Dumbledore cleared his throat. The duo withdrew from each other and looked to the headmaster who was smiling down at them.
"Well, I see that with a full recovery of memories, you finally remember Harry, Arisa. Now, if you will, please accompany us to the Great hall for the dinner feast. If you wish to stay here, I will have Professor McGonagall bring the Sorting Hat out so you can be sorted into your house." Arisa looked to her grandmother and with a grin that threatened to split her face, she nodded to Dumbledore and answered in the positive. "Very well. Wait up here for a few minutes while Madam Pomfrey checks over Arisa and then come down. Carmela, if you will." Dumbledore offered his arm to her and she thankfully took it as they recessed from the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey came bustling in and forced Arisa to sit as she did some final check-up on the young girl. Once pronouncing her fit, she allowed them to leave.
Harry threw an arm around her shoulder, causing Arisa to laugh out loud. "You're gonna love it here! I can't believe you're alive. The Dursleys told me you were dead." At his cousin's curious look he emphasized, "My mum's sister's family."
"Oh! You mean those horrible muggles that Dumbledore sent you to live with? I remember them!" she stated, a wicked grin coming across her face. Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Pocky! What would you say if I were to convince the headmaster to let you come live with me and Mawmaw? You could live in America with us! How cool would that be?" she declared, spinning to face him. She clasped her hands and turned forward. "I mean, we haven't seen each other in like over a decade! You would love it there! Trust me!" They descended a second set of steps before Harry got over his shock.
"Are you serious? I mean, really? I could come live with you?" he asked, his own green eyes wide and disbelieving. "I would love to, but normally I go to the Burrow at the end of the summer." he trailed off, glancing sideways at his cousin.
"The Burrow? What's that?" she queried.
"My friend Ron's home. Y'know the red-head that caught you?" Arisa nodded. "That's one of Ron's older brothers, Fred. He has a twin named George. The other three brothers have all graduated from here. Bill works with Gringott's, Charlie works with dragons, and Percy works for the Ministry of Magic. He also has a little sister that goes here as well. Her name's Ginny."
"Um.question? What's a Gringott's?" she asked, earning a quiet laugh from Harry.
"Gringott's is the wizarding bank."
"There are REAL dragons? Have you ever seen one?"
"Yeah. Hagrid used to have one, but he had to let it go, because it's against wizarding law to own one."
"Whoa. That is just too cool!" she squealed excitedly, practically skipping in any direction. "How much further 'til we get there?"
"We're here." Harry responded, guiding her through the doors to the Great Hall. When they entered, Professor Dumbledore stood and addressed the assembled students and teachers.
"I am very honored to anounce the newest student to Hogwarts School. Arisa Evans, if you would please approach the front." Arisa looked at Harry who gave her a supportive grin as he headed off in the direction of the Gryffindor table to sit with his friends. As Arisa strode to the front of the hall, whispers followed her. Once she reached her destination, she looked a little more nervous. Professor McGonagall stood and stepped down to the fidgety young woman. Arisa gave the severe looking woman a small grin as she tensely rotated her thumb ring. The elder lady smiled softly in return and gestured to the stool for her to sit on. Once Arisa was seated, McGonagall placed the hat on her head.
"Ah.Arisa. You have finally come to Hogwarts, hmm? I was beginning to wonder. Let's see now. You are much like your father. Same way of scheming and way of thinking. As for your mother, you have her same Italian temper and friendship. You and your grandfather are alike in the ways of how protective you are of your friends and people you care about and the fierce love you share for certain things. For this, you shall be a GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat shouted. A wild round of applause rang out as she stepped down to join her cousin at the Gryffindor table.
"Pocky! I did it!" Arisa giggles happily and hugged Harry. The surrounding students, consisting of the Weasley gang and Hermione, looked at her like she'd grown a second head.
"'Pocky'?" Fred questioned.
"Uh huh! My nickname for him." She replied, settling down and looking at her empty plate. "Um.where's the food?"
Harry chuckled. "It'll appear. Don't worry."
George looked to Harry, then to Arisa. "What happened to the girl from the hospital wing, Harry?"
"She's her." Harry answered, jabbing his thumb at his cousin, just as she was about to answer for herself.
"Come again?" Fred asked, looking at Arisa with confusion prevalent in his gaze.
"Well, here's a long story short. My mother placed a memory charm and also an appearance charm on me after my grandfather died. I was also given a new identity." While she had been talking the food had magically appeared. "Yum! Let's eat!" she cried as she began to fill her plate.
"Well, how do you know Harry?" questioned Ron, looking at the pudding that had just appeared in front of him.
"Hmm? Oh, he's my cousin. Haven't seen him in years of course. The evil Dursleys told him I was dead."
The remainder of dinner was comprised of Arisa answer several questions, sometimes with Harry's help, to explain the cause of her absence from the world of magic. Once they had risen, Arisa seemed to suddenly remember that she needed book to begin classes. However this problem seemed to be solved as her grandmother came back into the Great Hall loaded down with all her school supplies.
"God! Mawmaw, you are a lifesaver!" she squealed as she helped her with the parcels.
"Well, Arisa, I'd better be off. Owl me if you need anything, okay?" her grandmother departed with two final hugs and kisses for Arisa and Harry.
"Um.Pocky? Can you help with everything, please?" she asked, taking several small and medium packages into her arms. A small meow stopped her from going anywhere. "Did someone else hear that, or was it just me?"
"Nope, I heard it too." Fred said as he also picked up some bundles. Arisa sent him a grateful grin. As Harry picked up the remaining batch, the meow became louder. "Hey! Would ya look at that!" when Harry had picked up the remaining luggage, a small, black cat was unearthed, looking for everything peeved.
"Aw! It's adorable!" Arisa plopped down her items and picked up the tiny kitten. Placing it on her shoulder, she picked up her bundles again. She cooed softly at the small feline as they began the trek from the Great Hall to the Gryffindor dormitories.
Well. Finally. Damn, my back's hurting something awful.well, I hope the next installment will be out soon, but we have Hurricane Lili threatening us, so if I get some time off of school, I'll try and try up the third chapter, 'kay? Well, until then!
~Elf-chan
Chapter 2: Red Haired Wonders
Authors: Elf Toshiba
E-mail: angelchild03@aol.com
Disclaimerz: Well, here I am again. It is 3:07 a.m. in the morning over here on New Year's Eve.or rather New Year's Day now. I don't want to bore you with a ton of disclaimers, but you know the basic stuff: J.K. Rowlings owns Harry Potter and all associated characters. I own all that you see (unless other wise noted.) Well, on with the story.
Future - Reconstructed to the Past
Chapter 2: Red Haired Wonders
The seven teens stood, waiting for any news that would tell them if the young lass were all right. Instead of their normal goofing off, the twins, especially Fred, were withdrawn and stony faced. They nearly all jumped out of their seats when Madam Pomfrey exited from the drawn curtains around the girl's bed. Fred was the first to speak.
"Is she gonna be alright? Who is she? Where is she from? What is - " he was suddenly silenced as George slammed a hand over his mouth. Madam Pomfrey nodded her thanks.
"She will be fine. However - " she was cut off at the sound of the curtain opening. She spun around to find her latest charge standing outside the drape, clutching it in a white-knuckle grip as she surveyed the scene before her. Fred sprang to his feet and went to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, untangling her hands from the white shade and holding them lightly in his palms. Her brown eyes flicked up to his green ones and held. She nodded slowly and stepped forward and hugged him, gently laying her head on his chest. Fred seemed surprised but got over it quickly and enveloped her in a tight hug.
"Yea, I'm fine. Thanks a lot for saving me." The brown-eyed girl stepped back and glanced around the room. "Where am I?" her softly accented voice was light with confusion. "Where's my switchblade?"
"It's right here. I kinda took off of you so you wouldn't accidentally hurt yourself with it when we brought you in here." Fred dug into his pocket and withdrew the blade. "Cool knife."
Jesse laughed softly. "Thanks. My grandpa gave it to me a little less than a year before he.he died." Her voice caught slightly, and she shook her head as thought to clear it. "Would anyone mind telling me where I am?"
"Why, my dear, you are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." A new voice said from directly behind her. She gasped and spun around, popping out the blade from sheer reflexes.
"Come again? I coulda sworn you just said 'Witchcraft' and 'Wizardry'." Jesse said, blinking twice at the sight before her. The elderly man had a long silver beard and hair the same color and about the same length. She took a deep breath and popped the blade back in and placed it in its holder. "I think you must have made a mistake. I'm not a.a witch."
The wizened old man laughed softly. "No, m'dear. There has been no mistake. Your mother came here as did your father and grandparents."
"Okay.my mother told me she went to Mount Carmel.this is just too weird."
"Well, if you have any questions for her, she should be here within the next few minutes."
Jesse looked shocked. "That's impossible. My mother's dead. She died a few years ago. In a - a bad car wreck. I was the only survivor. My step-dad was driving drunk and got the car caught under an eighteen wheeler." She said softly, staring at the ground. She took a deep breath and swiped at her eyes. Fred put a comforting arm around her and she gratefully leaned into the embrace.
"Arisa, I am deeply sorry; we were not informed about your mother's passing." The aged man looked at her. "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster to this school. Is your grandmother still alive?"
"Excuse me? Arisa? Oh, um, yes. My grandma is still living." She replied a confused expression on her face. "But my name's Jesse. Jessica Northcott."
"Poppy, can you please go and fetch Carmela Latino, please?" Dumbledore requested, imploring her with his blue eyes.
"Certainly, headmaster." She turned to the rest of the congregated teens in the room. "Everyone out! The girl needs her rest." She ordered.
"Poppy, I think that Mr. Potter should stay. This involves him as well." The headmaster said as he placed an old hand on Harry's shoulder. "The rest of you, I will see you for the evening feast when Arisa Evans is sorted into her house."
"Who?" Jesse asked, sitting back on the bed as she watched her savior and the others leave the room. "Who's Arisa Evans?"
Dumbledore looked slightly alarmed. "Why, you are, my dear." The small brunette looked shocked. Suddenly, the doors to the room burst open as two women came rushing in. The first was undoubtedly Jesse's grandmother, as they shared similar traits: brown hair, tanned complexions and Italian looks. The second was the nurse, Poppy.
"Professor Dumbledore, I came as soon as Madam Pomfrey told me! Is my granddaughter okay?" she asked as she quickly walked over to Jesse's side and proceeded to hug her and check her over.
"Mawmaw! I'm fine, trust me!" Jesse replied, trying to breathe as her relative smothered her in attempted care.
"Mrs. Latino, Arisa is just fine. But I believe that she has some questions that you can answer. And I also have no doubt that you remember Harry, Rose and Michael's nephew?"
Carmela gasped and went over to Harry and grabbed him up in a hug, murmuring softly.
"Um.Professor Dumbledore?" Jesse cautiously asked, hoping she had gotten his name right. At his nod, she continued. "How does my grandma know him?"
Dumbledore chuckled softly. "I'm surprised you don't as well. He's your cousin."
Jesse's grandmother straightened and looked at the headmaster sheepishly. "After Anthony died, Rose placed a memory charm on her after she tried to curse herself."
Dumbledore nodded sagely. "I understand. Do you wish for the charm to be removed?" Carmela nodded. Jesse just looked as baffled as Harry. Dumbledore pulled his wand from his robes and placed it at Jesse's temple. He muttered a quiet spell and Jesse's eyes widened. She turned to her grandma.
"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" she grounded out, tears beginning to seep into her eyes. "You lied to me for the past sixteen years. You - you.SHIT! You made me believe that I was normal!" She shook her head. "You made me accept that my father was electrocuted when he was painting a house! How could you have let mum put that thing on me? My father died protecting me! NOT in some stupid freak accident!" she took a deep breath before continuing. But before she could continue, her grandmother interrupted.
"Jesse, we did what we thought was best. If you remembered that you father died protecting you from Voldemort, you would have gone out after him!" at her granddaughter's sputtering, she held up a hand. "And don't try to deny it. I know you too well; you're as Italian as I am, young lady."
"My true name is Arisa, Mawmaw." She ground out, eyes flashing behind the tears. "Remember? The name I was born with: Arisa Rori-Lorelei Evans. And I know remember everything; that night when Uncle James and daddy fought to protect Pocky and me. Aunt Lily was shielding us when Voldemort killed her and tried to kill us. I remember everything, Pawpaw teaching me everything I needed to know to go to Hogwarts and then some! I'm trained almost enough to get into seventh year! Now, can someone put my normal appearance back on? Please?" she finished, taking a deep breath and looked around the room. The headmaster nodded and, pointing his wand at her and murmured another spell. With this spell, Arisa's hair lengthened slightly and turned auburn- red and curly, with surprisingly straight bangs that went down to nearly her nose. Her eyes, previously a dark brown, turned to a glittering emerald green. On her forehead, however, was the same lightning bolt-shaped scar that her cousin had from Voldemort. She sighed as she pulled a hair tie from her wrist and proceeded to put her hair into a plait. Harry stared at her, unable to break his gaze.
"Evie!?" he cried out, standing and rushing to embrace her as she stood. The two cousins stood in the hug for what seemed forever. When they pulled apart, Arisa had tears leaking from her eyes and Harry had tears standing in his. They grinned and laughed at the same time before embracing again. Dumbledore cleared his throat. The duo withdrew from each other and looked to the headmaster who was smiling down at them.
"Well, I see that with a full recovery of memories, you finally remember Harry, Arisa. Now, if you will, please accompany us to the Great hall for the dinner feast. If you wish to stay here, I will have Professor McGonagall bring the Sorting Hat out so you can be sorted into your house." Arisa looked to her grandmother and with a grin that threatened to split her face, she nodded to Dumbledore and answered in the positive. "Very well. Wait up here for a few minutes while Madam Pomfrey checks over Arisa and then come down. Carmela, if you will." Dumbledore offered his arm to her and she thankfully took it as they recessed from the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey came bustling in and forced Arisa to sit as she did some final check-up on the young girl. Once pronouncing her fit, she allowed them to leave.
Harry threw an arm around her shoulder, causing Arisa to laugh out loud. "You're gonna love it here! I can't believe you're alive. The Dursleys told me you were dead." At his cousin's curious look he emphasized, "My mum's sister's family."
"Oh! You mean those horrible muggles that Dumbledore sent you to live with? I remember them!" she stated, a wicked grin coming across her face. Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Pocky! What would you say if I were to convince the headmaster to let you come live with me and Mawmaw? You could live in America with us! How cool would that be?" she declared, spinning to face him. She clasped her hands and turned forward. "I mean, we haven't seen each other in like over a decade! You would love it there! Trust me!" They descended a second set of steps before Harry got over his shock.
"Are you serious? I mean, really? I could come live with you?" he asked, his own green eyes wide and disbelieving. "I would love to, but normally I go to the Burrow at the end of the summer." he trailed off, glancing sideways at his cousin.
"The Burrow? What's that?" she queried.
"My friend Ron's home. Y'know the red-head that caught you?" Arisa nodded. "That's one of Ron's older brothers, Fred. He has a twin named George. The other three brothers have all graduated from here. Bill works with Gringott's, Charlie works with dragons, and Percy works for the Ministry of Magic. He also has a little sister that goes here as well. Her name's Ginny."
"Um.question? What's a Gringott's?" she asked, earning a quiet laugh from Harry.
"Gringott's is the wizarding bank."
"There are REAL dragons? Have you ever seen one?"
"Yeah. Hagrid used to have one, but he had to let it go, because it's against wizarding law to own one."
"Whoa. That is just too cool!" she squealed excitedly, practically skipping in any direction. "How much further 'til we get there?"
"We're here." Harry responded, guiding her through the doors to the Great Hall. When they entered, Professor Dumbledore stood and addressed the assembled students and teachers.
"I am very honored to anounce the newest student to Hogwarts School. Arisa Evans, if you would please approach the front." Arisa looked at Harry who gave her a supportive grin as he headed off in the direction of the Gryffindor table to sit with his friends. As Arisa strode to the front of the hall, whispers followed her. Once she reached her destination, she looked a little more nervous. Professor McGonagall stood and stepped down to the fidgety young woman. Arisa gave the severe looking woman a small grin as she tensely rotated her thumb ring. The elder lady smiled softly in return and gestured to the stool for her to sit on. Once Arisa was seated, McGonagall placed the hat on her head.
"Ah.Arisa. You have finally come to Hogwarts, hmm? I was beginning to wonder. Let's see now. You are much like your father. Same way of scheming and way of thinking. As for your mother, you have her same Italian temper and friendship. You and your grandfather are alike in the ways of how protective you are of your friends and people you care about and the fierce love you share for certain things. For this, you shall be a GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat shouted. A wild round of applause rang out as she stepped down to join her cousin at the Gryffindor table.
"Pocky! I did it!" Arisa giggles happily and hugged Harry. The surrounding students, consisting of the Weasley gang and Hermione, looked at her like she'd grown a second head.
"'Pocky'?" Fred questioned.
"Uh huh! My nickname for him." She replied, settling down and looking at her empty plate. "Um.where's the food?"
Harry chuckled. "It'll appear. Don't worry."
George looked to Harry, then to Arisa. "What happened to the girl from the hospital wing, Harry?"
"She's her." Harry answered, jabbing his thumb at his cousin, just as she was about to answer for herself.
"Come again?" Fred asked, looking at Arisa with confusion prevalent in his gaze.
"Well, here's a long story short. My mother placed a memory charm and also an appearance charm on me after my grandfather died. I was also given a new identity." While she had been talking the food had magically appeared. "Yum! Let's eat!" she cried as she began to fill her plate.
"Well, how do you know Harry?" questioned Ron, looking at the pudding that had just appeared in front of him.
"Hmm? Oh, he's my cousin. Haven't seen him in years of course. The evil Dursleys told him I was dead."
The remainder of dinner was comprised of Arisa answer several questions, sometimes with Harry's help, to explain the cause of her absence from the world of magic. Once they had risen, Arisa seemed to suddenly remember that she needed book to begin classes. However this problem seemed to be solved as her grandmother came back into the Great Hall loaded down with all her school supplies.
"God! Mawmaw, you are a lifesaver!" she squealed as she helped her with the parcels.
"Well, Arisa, I'd better be off. Owl me if you need anything, okay?" her grandmother departed with two final hugs and kisses for Arisa and Harry.
"Um.Pocky? Can you help with everything, please?" she asked, taking several small and medium packages into her arms. A small meow stopped her from going anywhere. "Did someone else hear that, or was it just me?"
"Nope, I heard it too." Fred said as he also picked up some bundles. Arisa sent him a grateful grin. As Harry picked up the remaining batch, the meow became louder. "Hey! Would ya look at that!" when Harry had picked up the remaining luggage, a small, black cat was unearthed, looking for everything peeved.
"Aw! It's adorable!" Arisa plopped down her items and picked up the tiny kitten. Placing it on her shoulder, she picked up her bundles again. She cooed softly at the small feline as they began the trek from the Great Hall to the Gryffindor dormitories.
Well. Finally. Damn, my back's hurting something awful.well, I hope the next installment will be out soon, but we have Hurricane Lili threatening us, so if I get some time off of school, I'll try and try up the third chapter, 'kay? Well, until then!
~Elf-chan