Sitting in the Great Hall waiting for the first years to come in and be sorted Anastasia glanced around the hall in deep thought. She couldn't remember when the whole mess with Bret and the families had become what it was today. She sighed and silently reminded herself that promises had already been made that could never be broken.

"Hey Anastasia, wake up." Hermione said waving a hand in front of her friends face.

"Oh hey, sorry!"

"You doing alright, you seem spacey." Hermione questioned.

"Of course I'm alright, why wouldn't I be? Hey, look the first years are here." Anastasia said glad to be able to switch the topic.

Both girls looked up at the timid first years who had just entered the Great Hall. Anastasia couldn't help but relate to excitement and fear they had to be feeling at this point, she was feeling it too, but was glad she wasn't being sorted in front of the entire school.

After an enormously satisfying dinner the four of them trudged up the seemingly endless stair cases to their common room. Upon entering Anastasia was amazed at the room before her. The rooms at her old school hadn't been nearly as nice or homey. It wasn't long before the large groups of Gryffindors started to dwindle down as people stumbled off to bed.

"Well, I'm off to bed." Anastasia announced breaking the silence that was hanging over the common room. Anastasia heard a murmur of agreement as Hermione followed her up the stairs.

Anastasia stared up at the ceiling asking the questions that she had asked herself so many times before. The answers never changed though, the fact remained that her life was planned, people had been murdered, and her aunt and uncle were not the people the appeared to be. Forcing the thoughts out of her mind Anastasia turned on her side and fell asleep.

When she awoke the next morning the thoughts that had haunted her the pervious night were no longer as bothersome as they had been. However, they had been replaced with new one. As Anastasia went down to the common room she pondered the idea of breaking up with Bret, it would certainly no please a lot of people back home.

"Morning Anastasia." Harry greeted.

"Hey there, how are you doing?" she replied.

"Not bad. I was just getting ready to go down for breakfast, want to come?"

"Absolutely, I'm starving."

As the pair made their way to the great hall they exchanged small talk. Both could not help but feel attracted to the other.

As they entered the great hall they found Ron and Hermione and sat down with them. Not long after, Professor McGonagall came around handing out their schedules. As Anastasia glanced at her schedule she noticed a note written in the bottom margin.

Anastasia, please see me in my office as soon as you get this.
Professor Dumbledore.



Anastasia tapped Harry on the shoulder and showed him the note.

"Well you better get going then." He said smiling.

"I am, I'll see you latter."

"I hope so." Harry replied grinning

As she exited the great hall she was greeted by Professor McGonagall.

"Follow me Miss. Black." She said leading the way down a corridor.

"Professor McGonagall, ma'am, what's this about?" Anastasia questioned.

"It's not my place to tell you, I'm sure the headmaster will." She replied stopping in front of a statue. "Lemon drop." She muttered and the statue moved. "In you go miss Black, the headmaster is waiting."

Anastasia cautiously made her way up the stairs, somewhat nervous about what may have caused this sudden meeting. Upon reaching what appeared to be an office door Anastasia knocked.

"Please come in Miss. Black." Professor Dumbledore said as he opened the door.

"Thank you sir." Anastasia replied taking the seat across from his desk. "Is everything alright sir?"

"Yes and no my dear, up until last night I had been under the impression that your aunt and uncle were should we say, model citizens. Unfortunately in my quest to fully understand the world in which you were brought up I uncovered some very disturbing information. Do you know what I am talking about?"

"Yes sir. My aunt and uncle I assume."

"You're correct, there is much more than meets the eye."
"Yes sir." Anastasia replied looking at the floor. Her aunt and uncle would never forgive her if she said too much during this conversation.

"Anastasia, for your own safety, I need you to tell me what you know about your aunt and uncle's dealings with Lord Voldermort." Dumbledore said looking at Anastasia.

"Well sir, it's a terribly long story."

"My dear, it is imperative you tell me what you know."