Anastasia sat on the foot of her bed, tugging on the ties of her shoes that laced up her ankle. She sighed softly as she brushed her flowing hair away from her face. Why had Harry and Ron seemed so interested in her? She was used to being flirted with, but never had she had someone inquire so much into her personal life.

The door slammed as Hermione stormed it, "I am so sorry they were such pigs. They're usually not like this at all. You just threw them off their guard."

"Why would I do that?"

Hermione smiled, "Look at yourself Anastasia, your gorgeous, you come down in this cute skirt with a tank top and your hair flowing everywhere, don't take that in any way other than as a compliment. They were mesmerized, your new, they don't know how to react to you."

"Oh, I understand." Anastasia replied blushing.

"And, its just, well a lot of people are going to be caught off guard. Your last name is sort of infamous in the European wizarding community. Sorry."

"What's my last name got to do with anything?"

"Well, it's a long story . . ." Hermione mumbled, obviously trying to avoid the subject.

"It's a long night." Anastasia was not going to let her off the hook.

"Okay, fine then," Hermione smiled. "Do you remember, downstairs when Harry said he lost his parents when he was young too?"

"Yes, I remember." She replied slipping into her pajamas.

"Well, there's a lot more to that story." Hermione continued as she sat on the empty bed opposite Anastasia's. "Well when Harry was about one year old, Lord Voldermort murdered his parents. He was an evil wizard-"

"I've heard of him."

"Oh," Hermione said looking caught off guard, "Well, he murdered Harry's dad and then went upstairs too kill Harry, but his mum died protecting Harry and when Voldermort tried to kill Harry the spell rebounded and the spell rebounded back on him, severely hurting Voldermort and leaving Harry unscathed."

"How horrible."

"Ya, no kidding. The interesting thing about the whole attack though was that no one was supposed to know where the Potters were because of a charm that had been preformed that concealed their whereabouts in one living soul. When this happened the wizarding community believed that Sirius Black-"

Anastasia let out a small gasp, "Oh sorry . . . just the hiccups."

Hermione eyed her new friend, what she hiding Hermione wondered? "Well they thought it was Black because he was the Potters secret keeper. He was sent to Azkaban, the wizards' prison. Anyway three years ago the truth came out. To make a long story as short as possible, Sirius is Harry's godfather and was his parents' best friend. Sirius was in fact not the secret keeper but Peter Pettigrew, someone they also considered a friend was and he was working for Voldermort. Anyways, Black is still in hiding because most of the wizarding community considers him guilty. To add insult to injury, Voldermort returned in our 4th year. It was a horrible experience for Harry, Voldermort took his blood. So now the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, regrouped the Order of the Phoenix. They fought Voldermort sixteen years ago, and they're fighting him now. Only those in the order, and Harry's friends, you included, know the truth."

"Oh, wow! That's horrible!" Anastasia said looking somewhat shaken up.

"Are you ok?" Hermione questioned.

"Oh, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Anastasia replied digging into her trunk.

Hermione looked at her friend, but her vision was quickly diverted to the trunk. The seal on trunk looked incredibly familiar. She knew she had seen it somewhere, why couldn't she place it! "Hey Anastasia what's that seal on your trunk?"

"Oh, that's the Black family crest, ostentatious isn't it?" She said smiling. She pulled a piece of parchment out of her trunk and started to write.

Aunt Cecile,
Not to be rude or pushy, but please tell me everything you know about my family. My last name seems quite popular? Miss you and Uncle Brian loads, give him a hug for me!
Love,
Anastasia

"Who ya writing to?" Hermione asked.

"My aunt, just letting her know I'm okay."

"Oh cool, dear Lord it's late. Not to sound motherly we'd better get to bed cause Ron and Harry will be up early."

"Sounds good to me, I'm wiped out." Anastasia replied rubbing her eyes.

The girls climbed into their respective beds and turned out the light. As she lay there Anastasia wondered why Hermione kept looking at her like she was trying to solve a mystery. In the next bed over Hermione lay running the possibility that her new friend could be related to Sirius through her head, furthermore she wondered what Harry thought. She was determined to find out the truth behind all of this.