Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as it belongs to J.K. Rowling. I also do not own the concept of the Abhorsen or anything related to it, as it belongs to Garth Nix. I own Felicia, who is going to be a big surprise in this chapter.

I know school for them usually starts the first of August, but for this story, it's the thirteenth. I thought Dumbledore was a little too laid back, so I decided to make him seem sorta normal, but it's probably just for this chapter.

"(Speaking in a different language)"
*Actions while speaking*

Harry Potter and the Abhorsen
Chapter Two: Appearances

Harry awaited with bated breath and watched as the students filed into the Great Hall. No one seemed to notice him sitting there, all alone, at the Gryffindor table. His friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were so worried that they didn't notice that he was sitting across from and right next to them.

"Where do you think Harry could be?" Ron asked Hermione, "I mean he wasn't on the train and now I can't find him anywhere along the table."

"Right across from you, you dolt!" Harry roared, sick of being ignored.

Hermione and Ron jumped a good six feet into the air. Hermione turned to him, clutching her chest where her heart felt as if it would explode.

"Harry!" she complained, "You didn't have to yell so loud!"

"Sorry," Harry stated softly, "It's just that I hate being ignored."

Suddenly the doors open and Professor Mongongal appeared with the first-years. All looked scared and apprehensive, as they usually did. Halfway through the sorting, Harry tuned everything out and found himself watching the Sorting Ceremony from outside his body.

Suddenly the doors flew open with a bang and that yanked Harry back to his body. A cloak figure ran in and stopped in the middle of the hall. Harry was suddenly gripped with fear. A single sign glowed on her forehead, Harry somehow knew it was a woman, as she looked up at the High Table.

Dumbledore nodded, a mark also showing upon his forehead. The stranger let down her hood, revealing a woman with long black hair and dark green eyes. Harry saw a look of fear and surprise on Serevus Snape's face and one of joy and utter confusement on his godfather's.

"(The demon is stirring and without the Abhorsen to help us, it soon will rise. We need the boy now. Send him to us.)"

"(No,)" Dumbledore replied softly, "(No, he is not ready. He just has found out about his heirtage.)"

"(What?! He is the Abhorsen!)" she yelled out in disbelief, "(Why has he not been readied?! Did you think that he didn't-)"

"What you are you babbling about?!" Snape roared, "Speak your native tongue o' sister mine!"

Everyone froze as they realized what Snape had just said. If it was true, then the young woman was Snape's sister. She turned to face the Great Hall and bowed.

"Allow me to introduce myself," she spoke softly in English, "I am Felicia Black. I am one of Harry's godmothers. Severus Snape is my older brother. Sirius Black, who I see has been found innocent, is my husband."

Felicia's introduction hit the two like a ton of bricks. Not only was Sirius married, but to Snape's little sister. No wonder the two of them never got along. Sirius had just gotten to the Gryffindor table, grabbed Felicia, and spun her around, laughing and crying at the same time.

"I trust you two can get reaquainted later?" Dumbledore asked from the High Table and smiled when the two nodded.

'What language had she, and Dumbledore, been speaking?' Harry questioned in his mind, 'What was the mark about?'

Harry was thinking so hard that he almost didn't hear Hermione gasp. Glowing on his own forhead was a similiar mark. He heard the whole Hall gasp in shock, as Hermione had.

"(Abhorsen,)" Felicia gasped, dropped to one knee, and bowed her head, "(I knew not that I was in your presence. Forgive me.)"

"(Rise,)" Harry stated in a calm voice, speaking in the same language that Felicia was, "(I am yet not who you address me as. I have yet to awaken myself or my powers.)"

"(I understand,)" she replied and bowed her head once more.

The whole hall gaped at the two as if they had just grown a second head apiece. Hermione, like the rest of the student body, Sirius, and the professors, was staring at them as if they were crazy. Dumbledore, on the other hand, looked on knowingly and sighed.

"Students will go their houses now. Prefects will lead the first-years. The Head Boy and Head Girl will take note to have their meeting with the Prefects away from my office, preferably in the potions room. Harry Potter, Felicia and Sirius Black, you three will go to my office and wait while I do some damage control."

"Sir!" Harry yelled as the students filed out, "Please don't get Moine or Ron. I want to tell them everything. After I find everything out that is!"

Dumbledore smiled secretively. "Of course, but no getting help."

Harry nodded vigorously.
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Dumbledore strode into his office and sat down at his desk.

"I'm getting to old for this," he commented under his breath.

He turned to Harry, Sirius, and Felicia.

"The time has come for your search to begin. You will have my permission to use the books in the restricted section. However! *at this outburst Harry jumps* I have given Madame Prince strict orders to not let you check them out. Mogget comes and goes as he pleases and will come to you when he feels the time is right. Originally he was a pure white cat, but my sources tell me that he may have changed his color to seem like a normal cat."

He turned to Felicia and Sirius.

"As for you two, I suggest you hold you reunion somewhere else like the shrieking shack."

The three nodded and were excused. Dumbledore sat back with a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He looked at Fawkes, who was looking at him with a sort of pity look.

"That boy is going to be the death of me," he told the bird quietly, "I'm just glad he doesn't go looking for trouble."

Harry was soon about to realize the truth about his past and when that happened the world would find out the real meaning of terror.