AN: This part of the story is from my character's eyes. If you want one from Harry and his friends' point of view, check out Heaven and Earth: The- Boy-Who-Lived. If you read both, you'll see the story from my eyes. Well some of it anyway. I gotta keep some of its secret you know. It keeps the suspense. Anyway, enough of me babbling. Lets go on with the story.

PS: // is for thought and * is for memory.

Chapter 1:

Vega walked through the barrier between platform 9 and 10. She carried a trunk with her and an empty cage. The platform 9 and 3/4 was packed with students ready to start a new year in Hogwarts. //All right, I'm Arista Andromeda. Arista, not Vega.// She tried to remember of her new name. She found it hard to remember anything as Voldemort's voice rang over and over in her mind.

*"The wizard told the truth, Vega. You are not a Muggle."*

Her head spun as the truth struck her again. Just a few months ago, she just found out that she wasn't a Muggle after all. She was not someone she thought she was for nearly fifteen year. She was someone she had considered as 'weaklings' for most of her life.

*"Witches, wizards, they're nothing without their wand. They grow too reliant to it."*

Yet these 'weaklings' had also put the only misery on her life. The only reason why she must do what she did. And know she found out that she was a witch, her mother was one and so was her father. //Father...// the thought put her down. She chose not to think about it and concentrate instead on the task ahead.

A long, red train came with 'Hogwarts Express' written in front of it. //Hogwarts Express. Well, I guess this is the one then.// She queued with many other witches and wizards. She felt extremely compelled to be so close with one without being able to do anything about it yet somehow she felt familiar to it. The only time she was this close with these 'people' were when her sword was under their necks.

"Hullo. You are new aren't you?" Vega swivelled her head. A boy was smiling at her with a toad in his arm. The boy looked no older than her. She nodded once.

//Smile, Vega. You have to smile. Remember your task? It's going to acquired quite a number of these.//

She smiled almost forced by her conscious. //No more of these, please. It's killing me.// Her thought wandered at those times when she could simply be herself without force. When the sun still shone on her days, when she was still free. She snapped her thoughts back to reality. //Those days gone long ago.// she reminded herself. //Long time ago.//

"I'm Neville and this is Trevor." The boy pointed at his frog. His voice reminded her that she was not alone. The boy smiled again and she swore that she had seen the smile before.

"Hi, I'm Veg... Umm I mean, Arista. Nice frog you have there," Vega lied and faked another smile.

"Do you like frog?" Neville looked at her with surprise. "I've never found anyone who like my frog."

"I love frogs. They're really cute." Vega smiled as she forced her will to stop herself from throwing up. Sighing, she went inside as she saw the door were empty of people.

"Bye, Arista!" Vega walked inside, pretending not to hear these words.

//It's enough stupidity for a day. These people are the reason why we have to live the way we did. Remember that!//

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Vega walked inside, looking for an empty compartment. She walked up the corridor, checking every compartment but none seemed to be empty. Gave up, she decided to just sat in any compartment as long as there's an empty seat in it. She walked to the next compartment and slid open the door. Inside sat three students. All seemed to be no older than her but remembering of her looks, she would probably look younger than what they would think. "Excuse me, is there an empty seat..." Her eyes darted to the only seat left. The seat was filled with stacks of books.

Disappointed, she started to walk away when one of the students called out, "There's a seat left. Come in."

Vega looked at the seat. The books had been moved away from the seat to a girl's lap. She recognised her as the one who called her, as there was only one girl amongst them. She grinned broadly. A place to rest her feet. She cares naught of anything else. Including the fact that she was again in the midst of a witch and two wizards. "Thank you," she said earnestly and dropped on the seat.

Taking a deep breath, she regained her strength and started to lift her trunk. The two wizards saw her trying to lift her trunk and helped her. //Wow! These people are nice?// They went back down and she caught something from the corner of her eyes. //Harry Potter? A seat and now this? What a struck of luck!//

"Wow. You're Harry Potter." Vega looked around to see the other two. "And you must be Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley."

"How do you know about us?" Ron asked. "And who are you?"

"I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Arista Andromeda. It's..."

"You're Arista?" A boy appeared from the open door.

Vega swivelled her head towards the boy. Pale faced with grey eyes and blonde hair. //Neat blonde hair, just like his father who should have done a better job at raising a son.// Her eyes narrowed and before long her sword was out and went under his neck.

"Malfoy." Vega hissed, her gaze was icy cold. "Draco Malfoy son of Lucius Malfoy, don't even try to hex or jinx me if you still love to see another day." Vega talked very quickly and low so that no one could hear her except Draco who was right in front of her. And even then, her voice was barely above a whisper on his ear. Draco put his wand down. "Your father should have told you not to interrupt another Death-eater, I believe, and you should know better." Draco looked at her questioningly before being answered with a cry.

"Go away. What do you want from me? Stop hassling me about my parents." Vega sounded almost like she nearly cried. Very different from her previous, emotionless voice. She looked at Draco with a deadly looked and he walked away.

"You will pay for this, Arista," he shouted and smiled mischievously. //So she's Vega.//

Vega stared back in confusion. //Why did he smiled? Weird.// She walked back into the compartment. She changed her expression. It showed that she had almost cried. Or as close as she could get.

"What did he said?" Ron asked, "What about your parents?"

Vega almost laughed. How easy it was to play her part, she wandered why she dreaded at all about this task. "I'm an orphan." She lied. She dropped her head voluntarily. "I was raised in an orphanage until my foster parents adopted me." Tear dropped from her eyes. //Hey I can get used to this.//

"Arista, your parents. Are they...?"

"They're Muggle, Harry."

"It's a really nice sword you have. Did your foster parents give you this?"

Vega looked at Hermione. //Great. They have to know everything do they?// Sighing she thought of another lie but she thought again. //What if she know of the stone?// I better tell a part of the truth.// "No, they don't. The sword and the stone are mine. My foster parents gave none of it. I was found with it." She sat down and put the sword away.

"The stone it had on it is beautiful. I think I've seen it somewhere," said Hermione.

"Really?" Vega looked at her with deep curiosity. "I've never seen another before. Could you show me if you see it again?" Hermione nodded and smiled.

"Are you new?" Ron eyed her. Analysing her look.

"It's my first year at Hogwarts." Vega smiled. She was going to say something else when a sound came from outside the window. A white bird was hitting the window with its beak while trying to keep up with the train. Ron opened the window and the bird flew inside.

Vega eyes widened as she recognised the bird. "Odea," she called and the bird came to her. It perched on her arm and she strokes it gently.

"Caladrius!" Hermione shouted. The bird was as shocked as the rest of the company who glared at Hermione. The bird started to flew from Vega's hand but she calmed it down.

"What's wrong with you Hermione?" Ron asked. "I thought that you saw you know You-Know -Who for a moment."

"Don't be silly Ron. He can't get anywhere near Hogwarts. Caladrius is a type of a very rare bird and it looks exactly like yours, Arista."

"Caladrius?" Harry eyed the bird.

"Yes, if you read your book for this year, Caladrius was in it. Caladrius or Charadrius is a completely white bird that will turn its head away from a person who will die. But if the person is destined to live, it will look at the person and draw the illness to itself. That is why it's also named the Chooser of Fate."

"What happen to it then?"

"It will fly to the sun where the illness will be burnt away," Vega said, "You are right, Hermione. Odea is a Caladrius. And we're really good friend too, aren't we?" She strokes the bird's feather lovingly. The bird replied back with an affectionate peck to her finger. "I love her so much that my wand has the feather of Odea for its core. I asked Mr Olivander to do that and he agreed after finding out that no wand would suit me better."

"Who gave you that bird Arista?"

"Who else but her dead parents, Potter." The door slide open and now two other boys came also with Draco.

"Found your bodyguards, Malfoy?" Harry, Ron and Hermione stood in front of Vega with their wand ready. "Why can't you just leave her alone?"

"My business is with Arista, not you. Move out of the way, Potter." Draco stepped forward and everything was about to turn bad when a witch came to sell food and stopped them.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Draco walked away with Crabbe and Goyle following behind. After a while Crabbe said softly, "So that's Vega? You-Know-Who's daughter?"

"That is what my father said."

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"Is what Draco said true? That your parents gave you the bird?" Hermione looked with fascination at the bird on Vega's arm. Vega nodded weakly. The bird and the stone were the only remaining of her parents. Harry shut the door.

Odea flew from her arm to her shoulder. Vega looked at the bird and whispered softly so that no one could hear her except the bird, "I'm going tonight, mother. I'm sorry. It was all my fault." The bird looked back at Vega. Pain was on its eyes. It shook its head and flew down to its cage.