Slightly Important Authors Note: Anastazia's name has been changed to Andara, on the grounds that it was the same as my pen name. Originally I had this posted under my other name but It got no reviews after it was up for a week so I brought it over to this one and uploaded the chapter in which I did not change her name. Soo…now you know!
Chapter Two: The Girls
"What?" Andara shrieked, and Remus suppressed a groan. Can't say five sentences without her freaking out. He thought, It's weird how she knows all about most of the things Dumbeldor talks about, she obviously knows I'm a werewolf, called me Moony. That's probably why she's protesting, doesn't want to like with a monster.
"Miss. Steelsong-" Dumbeldor began.
"Andara, or I suppose if you insist on calling me Miss something or other call me Miss Black. Now, there is no reason for you to curse Mr. Moony with my constant presence when I am more that capable of taking care of myself." She said calmly, pushing black hair behind her bright violet eyes.
"I realize that Miss Black, but you see the ministry does not like to have teenagers roaming the streets and insist that they live in proper homes. Also, your history is against you." He said with a barely suppressed smile.
"What history?" She asked innocently, and Harry noticed just how much she looked like his godfather, it was weird. They had the same features but Miss Black did not look the least bit masculine. "I hardly ever caused trouble sir, and there are very good explanations for when I did." She said.
"I'm sure that there are. Now, Remus is supposed to be on assignment for the rest the next month but It doesn't matter because at the moment he is living with some of the Order at Grimbauld Place so you'll go there. The Weasleys," he said, gesturing to the red headed couple who still seemed annoyingly nice, "Will be there to act as the supervising figures. Any questions?" he asked, his blue eyes twinkling.
"One, how the bloody hell did you find me?" She asked, still upset that people had figured her and her mothers con out.
Dumbeldor smiled. "Magic." He said before leaving.
"Alrightly then." She said, playing with the gold chain at her neck. Her mother had given it to her on her eleventh birthday, telling her it had been her fathers and he would have wanted her to have it.
"Hello there Ana, I'm Mrs. Weasley and I'm so happy to welcome you to our family." She said, standing up and walking over to where Andara was sitting, Harry was pleased to note the girl looked terrified. Serves her right, talking about Sirius like that. His own daughter and she thinks he is, was, a death eater. He thought viciously, he already detested the girl.
"Um, yes, nice to meet you too Mrs. Ah, Weasley." Andara stuttered, completely thrown off guard by this woman, family? What family, I don't do the whole family thing, okay lady. She thought as she was ushered towards the door…
Two days later Andara was very much avoiding the people in this house, she opted for the company of the books in the library rather that the company of the overly nice people who wouldn't let her say bloody hell. Normally she didn't read much, preferring to gain knowledge from experience but if her father wasn't a murderer who was he? All people here would say was that her was a good man, nothing about the life he lived, the people he was friends with. The only thing she knew was what her mother had told her, she met him after she graduated from Beauxbatons and he was in France for the summer. She got pregnant and he flew the coop. Two years later he had blown up a street in muggle London and kill about a dozen people, and laughed about it. That was something that really intrigued her, why would you laugh after killing a dozen people? So she had set to researching killers who had been deemed insane. The point was to see if laughter was a normal thing they did after they killed, it turned out that it wasn't.
A week after her arrival she had built a virtual fortress out of the books she scanned and piled, the only way in was to crawl under the table, so when a head popped out next to her legs she screamed and grabbed her wand. It was that boy, she realized a second later, Harry Potter. "Um…hi." She said after a few moments of him looking at her like she was very stupid.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked, standing up and looking at the books circled around them.
"Research." She said simply as he picked up a book.
"An Overview of Court Cases which Involved Those of an Insane Mind." He read. "Sirius wasn't insane. And you won't find any information on him here. That damned house elf made sure of that." He said.
"Well then what was he? He was the only person within a mile capable of that kind of damage." She said, Harry looked at her and shook his head.
"Wormtail." He said simply.
"Worm-Peter?" She asked and then it dawned on her, he could turn into a rat, there were rats all over from the sewers. "Bloody hell." She whispered and leaned back in her chair. "So then he wasn't the Potters secret keeper." She mused, looking at him as he shook his head. "And Peter betrayed them. Is he dead yet?" She asked.
"No." He said, looking at her.
"Good, cause I'm going to kill him." She said, getting up and crawling under the table.
"Why do you get to kill him?" He asked indignantly, following her out.
"Because you got to kill the bloody house elf." She said.
"Effing house elf." He swore.
"Why did you kill the elf?" She asked as she stood up and dusted herself off.
"Freaking house elf was giving information on the Order to Voldemort." He said, watching her reaction to Voldemorts name, she didn't even blink. "And when I got back from school he's put all these posters up that depicted Sirius death. So I set him on fire." He said nonchalantly.
"I see." She said, a little disturbed.
"I know its creepy." He said after a moment.
"A little yes." She said with a smile. Harry headed down the stairs, Andara paused at the top. She really did not want to deal with all those people again.
"You can't hide forever." Harry said and she nodded.
"Yes, but I would like to try." She said sadly.
Oddly enough the evening wasn't that bad. Everyone acted like she was normal though she was positive Mrs. Weasley had told everyone how awful she had been at the Ministry. All Andara had to do was nod and smile and pass the beans. If I have to smile any friggin longer I'll faint. I really will. She thought as she smiled and passed the potatoes. It seemed Harry had only come to get her for dinner and was now back to talking to his friends, Ron and Hermy something had arrived this morning. Andara only knew because she had heard the portrait downstairs go whacko about mudbloods. She had yet to actually see this portrait, supposedly it was of her great grandmother and the Order had yet to figure out a way to get it down. Andara was pondering this as a mad swept in, all she saw was a black object coming towards her and time seemed to freeze.
She was seven again and the bad men were coming, her mother had locked her in a closet and told her not to make any noise. The bad men came when mother did something someone didn't like. They never punished mother though, they other girls whined about it, they said it wasn't fair. But now the men dressed in all black were sweeping about the room, checking for weapons is what her mother called it, and then the man with the black cape entered and Andara slid to the floor, or fell out of her chair shaking as the people in the kitchen would later describe it.
"Andara, honey are you quite alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked when she woke up. Andara sat up, looking around wildly.
"The man with the black cape…" She gasped, "He was here…wasn't he?…Yes, he was here." She said, answering her own question. "Horrible man…" She gasped before standing up. "Filthy…god-awful…" She rambled as she walked out of the kitchen in a not-so-straight line. She heard Mrs. Weasley protesting but she had to get away, far away, she had to escape reality.
She ran up the stairs, all the way to the top floor and then down the hallway and into her room. She pulled off her jeans and yanked on the loose, black sweatpants she wore when she was dancing. She pulled off her sweatshirt and pulled on her favorite tank top, blood red and just a little looser than skintight it was the most comfortable thing she owned. Grabbing the soft leather ballet shoes she ran back the way she had come. Down the stairs and around the banister she stumbled as a loud shrieking started in front of her.
"You!" She gasped as she looked into the eyes of her great-grandmother.
"Bastard spawn of a disowned son!" The woman started shrieking.
"Oh shut up you old hag!" She yelled, equally loud before sprinting off down the hallway to the ballroom. She wasn't sure how she knew where she was going, or how she even knew there was a ballroom in this house, it was one of those odd things she just knew. Like how some people knew when it was going to rain. She flung open the door and darted through.
It was very old, and very dusty but at the moment Andara could have cared less. With a wave of her wand the music started, Beethoven's fifth piano concerto, her favorite. The music started and she breathed, calming herself before moving. She spun and darted across the floor, her feet leaving intricate patterns in the dusty floor. She jumped, pulling her arms into her chest as she spun like a top, she landed perfectly, a grin on her face, and after a week without practice she could still do it!
"Andara?" A voice asked from right next to her and she slipped, the ground coming nearer and nearer, she pulled her wrists towards her so she wouldn't break them when she hit the floor. An arm wrapped itself around her waist and the floor retreated as she was placed back on her feet. Harry was inches from her face.
"Gods!" She cursed, shaking her head like a confused puppy.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, surprised me is all." She said, waving her wand and the music paused.
"You know something?" He asked with a smile.
"What?"
"You always curse when I come within ten feet of you." He said with a sly grin on his face.
"Oh, that." She said with a Mona Lisa smile. "That's only because whenever you come within ten feet of me you scare the crap outta me." He smiled.
"Or maybe you are just easily scared?" He asked with his own secretive smile.
"Me? Hardly, I've lived with some of the scariest people you'll ever meet." She said, waving her wand slightly and causing the soothing sounds of Evanescence to percolate through the room.
"And yet a boy like me scares you, and Snape scares you." He said looking her in the eye.
"He didn't scare me." She said defiantly. "He surprised me is all."
"Well he did it very well then huh?" he asked, a tone of disbelief in his voice. A girl with slightly bushy hair ran into the room, looking out of shape and completely out of breath.
"Andara is it?" She asked, a tone of patronizing disdain in her voice and Andara immediately winced at the tone.
"Yes, you're Her-herminny?" She asked sighing when the girls face showed she had gotten the name horribly wrong.
"Hermione." She said, glancing at Harry and smiling brilliantly before turning to look back at Andara.
"What is this racket you've got playing?" She asked snottily. Andara was taken aback. This girl was downright rude!
"It's music darling, not something that you would know about, it's not mentioned in many of the books I've seen you reading." She said with a smile as she glided out the door.
A/N: I know Hermione comes off as a brat in this chapter; I may alter the situation so that the girls do eventually become friends, or I may not. Depending upon how the story goes. More of Ron in the next chappie, maybe. Review!