Chapter 2: DADA
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Sarah Black and Alex Noir. The rest belong to JK Rowling
Once Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Alex got to Hogwarts and the sorting had ended, Dumbledore stood up.
"We have a new girl here this year. Her name is Alexandria Noir," Dumbledore gestured towards Alex. She stood up and went to the front of
the great hall. "She is 16 years old but she will not, however, be attending the school. She is already a graduated witch. She will be the DADA
assistant as well as the Potions assistant."
Harry was puzzled. Alex hadn't said she would be assisting in potions. "And now she will be sorted into her house," Harry was again puzzled.
She was in Gryffendor. She was sleeping with a Gryffendor blanket on the train. Dumbledore put the sorting hat on Alex's head. Almost
immediately it had placed her in Gryffendor. Harry clapped loudly as she sat down across from him. Hermione glared at her. Ron was too
busy waiting for food to notice. Suddenly food filled the plates on all the tables. Harry couldn't see Ron through all the food that was piled on
his plate. Alex laughed at Harry's surprised expression when she took out her wand and pointed it at her goblet.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked. But before she could answer the contents of what used to be pumpkin juice turned into a sizzling orange
drink Harry didn't recognize.
"Mmmmm..." Alex moaned as she lifted the goblet to her lips and drank it.
"What is that?" Ron asked from underneath all of his food.
"Live wire" Alex answered simply. "It's the best drink on earth."
"It makes noise." Harry added.
"It's soda. Duh...You have had soda before...right?" Alex asked looking deeply concerned for Harry and Ron's sanity.
"Err...No. Should I have?"
Before Alex could respond Hermione sat strait up. "It's awful for you Harry! Its-" But Alex had already ready turned Harry's juice into a
brown liquid Harry sort of backed away from, and turned Ron's drink into a red liquid.
"Harry, yours is Pepsi. Or I refer to it as ispep, and Ron, yours is Code Red, which is sort of a companion to mountain dew, like mine."
Harry bravely drank the brown liquid.
"Good?" Alex asked.
"Surprisingly...good." Harry said though still looking a bit disgusted with the drink.
"What does Live wire taste like?" Ron Asked drinking all of his Code Red remarkably fast.
"You will never know."
"I'm a prefect!" Ron said angrily."
"I'm a teacher." Alex said smirking.
"Then may I inquire why you are sitting with the students?" Hermione asked.
"Well you see, the 5 separate tables, unlike the students think, are not to represent authority. Obviously, a 36-year-old teacher like
Professor Snape is not going to be interested in speaking with an 11 year old girl right? And obviously a 150-year-old man will not be
interesting to a 16-year-old girl. The Slytherins don't want to talk with people that think everyone should be treated equally like the
Hufflepuffs. It's a matter of interests. Not a matter of authority. If a 16- year-old teacher wants to speak with people her age, then she's
welcome to."
No one spoke after that. No one had anything to say.
Alex left before Ron and Hermione showed the students to their common room. Harry followed close by them.
"I wonder where Alex went." Harry said.
"Well, duh!" Hermione said rolling her eyes. "She went to the Teachers Chambers. She isn't going to stay with us!"
"You don't seem to like her very much Herm," Ron whispered.
"Oh I like her a lot. She seems quite intelligent and nice in my opinion. But I don't trust her. I speak French you see." Hermione explained.
Harry cut her off. "Ok herms, out of all of the things you've said in your life, that was the most random that i have EVER heard you say."
"If you would let me finish!" Hermione glared him, "Alex Noir has a few suspicious things about her. Number 1, her eyes."
"What about her eyes?" Ron asked suddenly neglecting the path to where they were going and nearly fell off one of the staircases before
Harry pulled him back.
"Well," Hermione began, "If you haven't noticed," she lowered her voice so that only Ron and Harry could hear, "if you haven't noticed, they
are gray."
They had reached the common room and before Harry or Ron could ask what that meant, Hermione fled to her dormitory.
The next day in the common room, Harry, Ron, and Hermione met before going to the great hall.
"Hermione, what the hell did you mean yesterday about Alex having gray eyes?"
"Do you know how rare it is to have gray eyes if your a witch or wizard? I've seen tons of muggles with them, but the only other magical
person I've ever seen with gray eyes is Sirius."
Harry paled slightly at the mention of Sirius's name. "Shh! People could hear you!"
"Harry, well...Sirius is dead," Ron hit the top of his head with his hand and rolled his eyes, "and so it doesn't matter how much people look for
him or accuse him because he can never go to Azkaban!"
"Yeah? Well I prefer that people don't consider him to be a mass murderer and it won't look good if we give people the impression that
we're are or have been in contact with him!" Harry spat. He didn't like thinking about Sirius or the department of mysteries. Every time he did
a little voice in his head says, 'you did it! It's all your fault! You killed Sirius!'
"Fine. I'm sorry Harry." Hermione muttered as her voice softened.
"What does it matter if gray eyes are rare or not?" Harry asked her, determined to change the topic.
"Well, it's proven that people with gray eyes have a strong magic...So strong that it can sometimes be used for evil. I don't think Alex is using
it for evil. But it is also proven (Though the facts are very vague) that people with gray eyes are connected some way or another. Sometimes
biologically, but that doesn't necessarily mean that biological gray eyed people have that power. It could be genetics and only one person
actually had the power. But sometimes it has nothing to do with genetics. Sometimes people that have a strong trait of green eyes (Like the
Evans, Harry) and they can randomly have a gray-eyed baby. And somewhere else someone is also a gray eyed baby. They would be linked
by their power and sort of...Sort of destined to help each other." Hermione explained taking a deep breath.
"You think Alex is somehow connected to Sirius?" Harry asked.
"Do you remember yesterday when I told you I could speak French?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron both nodded. "Well...In French, Noir
means Black."
Harry sat across from Alex in the Great Hall. "So you doing your first lesson today?"
"That's right." Alex was looking through a file on the table.
"What's that?" Harry asked her.
"Lesson plans..." Alex said looking annoyed.
"By the way, we haven't seen the new DADA teacher yet. Do you know who it is?"
"Yes, A good friend of mine. She's American."
"American?" Harry said. He didn't even know that Hogwarts was an American school or admitted American students/teachers.
Harry's first class was DADA with the Slytherins. He was a little late because he had stayed behind talking with Alex. When he finally reached
the classroom he could hear the noise of someone holding someone else back. Turned out, the entire Gryffendor house was restraining
Neville, who had gotten quite a bit taller/stronger, from Draco Malfoy. A woman was yelling at the top of her lungs (Harry made the
assumption that it was the teacher) and Harry took out his wand. "Silencio!" he hissed at Draco who was shooting painful insults at Neville.
Then pointing his wand at Neville and whispered, "Pertificus Totalus!" and Neville fell, flat as a board, on the ground.
"EVERYONE SHUTUP!!!" the teacher screamed and everyone sat in their seats quietly. "You all should be VERY grateful I don't believe in
yelling or that's the way we'd be communicating." The teacher said flinging a long lock of her golden hair out of her face. "Now, 20 points
from Slytherin. As for you Neville, 10 points from Gryffendor." The woman's Dark brown eyes drifted to Harry. Not his scar. To Harry. Her
eyes narrowed. "Are you...Are you Lily's son?" she asked softly. For once in Harry's life, he wasn't "The boy who lived." He was "Lily's son."
He like it much better.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm Harry Potter," Harry said sitting down beside Hermione.
"I went to school with your parents Harry."
Harry felt very uncomfortable talking about this in front of the entire class, so he just nodded.
"Anyway. Before I was so rudely interrupted," she shot a dirty glance at Malfoy. Harry noticed that she hadn't taken the silencing charm off
of him yet. "I was saying that my name is Sarah Black." A couple people gasped at her including Harry. "I am proud to say that I'm Sirius
Black's wife." She looked as if ready to take on the harshest of comments.
"Professor Black, does Dumbledore know this?" Pavarti asked Sarah.
"He does. And I got married to Sirius when I was 18 and that before he was a convicted murderer."
Harry was completely stunned. Why had Sirius never told him? Wouldn't that make Sarah his godmother? Why hadn't he met Sarah before?
So many questions ran through his mind before Alex stormed through the door yelling, "I late! I'm really sorry! I'm here now!"
Sarah laughed. "It's alright Alex. Class, I am sure that professor Dumbledore already informed you that Alex will be my-Oh, Sorry Draco."
Draco was banging on the table in an attempt to get Sarah's attention. She took the silencing charm off him.
"Why the hell did Neville only get 10 points off? He was trying to kill me!!!" Draco immediately burst out angrily.
"Because Draco, What you said to Neville, or what you were going to say to him, is far more painful than anything that he could have done
physically to you. You've got a lot to Learn Mr. Malfoy. I'll be informing your mother about this incident. I'm sure that she'd want to know if
her son was making fun of the sanity of other boy's parents. You're lucky you're a Slytherin Malfoy. Gryffendors think of others before
themselves, verses Slytherins who are completely self-centered. Neville's parents as I'm sure you know," Sarah lowered her voice and bent
into Draco. Harry and Ron used extendable ears to hear what she was saying, "lost their sanity to Bellatrix Lestrange because they were
brave and they fought for what they believed in."
"Well that's not much incentive for me to be brave now is it?" Draco sneered at her.
"No it's not. But do you know what would have happened to them if they hadn't bee brave?"
"Yes I do. They would have been accused of being a death eater."
"That's right. Now is that an incentive?" Sarah asked. Draco nodded dully so that he wouldn't lose house points. The DADA lesson ended
quickly and Alex met up with Hermione in the hall.
Harry's next class was potions and he could hardly wait to see how Alex would handle this lesson. He walked into the classroom with Alex
and she walked to the front of the room. "Hello Severus." Harry couldn't believe that she addressed him by his first name.
"Good evening, Alex," Snape responded to Harry's surprise.
"Which lesson are you doing today? I was to busy trying to review with DADA that i forgot potions." Alex said smiling slightly.
"We're doing the Protean potion," Snape responded as he rolled his eyes.
"Alright class!" Alex boomed enthusiastically, "Welcome to the N.E.W.T. Potions class. Congrats on making it into this high class. I know from
personal experience, that Professor Snape does not just accept anyone into this class. Since you are all so advanced, we will be starting off
with the protean potion! It is similar to the protean charm, which you will learn at the beginning of next year with Professor Flitwick.
Considering that this potion requires two people, I suggest that you pair into groups of 2 or 3." Alex looked around the room, hearing a
shuffle of chairs the students rearranged themselves to be seated together. Everyone was put in pairs of two for the exception of Harry,
Ron, and Hermione. "Hermione, could I please ask you to leave Harry and Ron's group. Nothing against you, but i doubt that mixing 3
people's DNA will work successfully."
While Snape gave directions, Alex and Hermione sat down a small desk near the back of the room.
"Hermione, your a clever girl. I'm guessing that you would have already noticed a few suspicious things about me and have already told Ron
and Harry about it." Alex said quietly.
Hermione jerked head up. "Yes! So then you are a gray-eyed witch! I mean, trait wise and power wise." Hermione began anxiously.
"Yes. And I am connected to Sirius Black. Not biologically. I'm not part of his family. But by our eyes, yes we are both connected."
"I knew it!" Hermione exclaimed.
"But Hermione, I must ask you not to tell Ron and Hermione. They will find out when I leave-" Alex started but was cut off.
"When you leave? What do you mean?"
"Hermione, certain gray eyed witches are called White Tigers."
"Those are myths!" Hermione snorted.
"Your intelligent, but you don't know everything. White Tigers are the most rare type of wizard/witch on the earth. They live as a muggle
until they are 12 and are then reborn into the wizarding world but they still contain the memory of their past life. It's not reincarnation, as
many people seem to think. Reincarnation is a fake belief. Ordinary wizards and muggles cannot be reborn if they don't fulfill their life
obligation in their first life. White Tigers are reborn many times in the same body, in a different world, and they remain with the powers of a
White Tiger and they are anamgi. You can guess the animal." Alex explained. She was doing the potion with out thinking and it seemed to
Hermione that she had done it many times before. "And by the way," Alex added, "If you do tell Ron and Harry, I will find out, and I will
erase each of your memories. Not all of it of course. But the whole white tiger bit."
That night When Harry, Ron, And Hermione were talking in the common room, Harry asked, "Hermione, what were you and Alex talking
about in Potions today?"
"Uh, I dunno. The difference between a Polyjuice potion and the Protean potion," Hermione lied. This would have been very convincing,
considering that Hermione was a major bookworm, but Harry found a flaw in her brilliant excuse.
"Hermione, you've gotten used to getting answers right. That wasn't even a particularly hard question. So why did you shout, 'yes i knew it'
in the middle of class?"
Hermione was spared having to answer that question when the portrait hole swung open. Alex came waltzing in and she sat down by
Hermione. "Herms, can I see you up in the girls dormitory for minute?" she asked.
"Your not allowed in there!" Ron shouted rudely, "Teachers aren't allowed-"
"To walk into the dormitory of the opposite gender unless of an emergency. Maybe you never noticed Mr. Weasley, but I'm a girl." Ron
frowned and Alex dragged Hermione up the stairs and to the right. They sat on Hermione's bed and Alex began to look through her bag,
which she had put on top of Lavenders bed that was right by Hermione's.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"There's a flaw in my plan to help Sirius."
"What's that?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I intended to go back in time with Harry to stop Bellatrix form killing Sirius. It would have been quicker. But now I have to actually get
him out of the veil in present time."
"Why and how?"
"Why is because the damn spell I was going to use to get us back there doesn't work in this world. The world I was previously in was
like...classic magic to muggles. Wizards wore pointy hats and witches had warts and warlocks were evil. That's the only world i learned the
spell in and its the only world that it'll work."
"And how?"
"In order to get Sirius out of the veil, we need the one who put him in the veil, which is Bellatrix, the one he cares most about, that's Harry,
but the last on is tricky. His one true love."
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Sarah Black and Alex Noir. The rest belong to JK Rowling
Once Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Alex got to Hogwarts and the sorting had ended, Dumbledore stood up.
"We have a new girl here this year. Her name is Alexandria Noir," Dumbledore gestured towards Alex. She stood up and went to the front of
the great hall. "She is 16 years old but she will not, however, be attending the school. She is already a graduated witch. She will be the DADA
assistant as well as the Potions assistant."
Harry was puzzled. Alex hadn't said she would be assisting in potions. "And now she will be sorted into her house," Harry was again puzzled.
She was in Gryffendor. She was sleeping with a Gryffendor blanket on the train. Dumbledore put the sorting hat on Alex's head. Almost
immediately it had placed her in Gryffendor. Harry clapped loudly as she sat down across from him. Hermione glared at her. Ron was too
busy waiting for food to notice. Suddenly food filled the plates on all the tables. Harry couldn't see Ron through all the food that was piled on
his plate. Alex laughed at Harry's surprised expression when she took out her wand and pointed it at her goblet.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked. But before she could answer the contents of what used to be pumpkin juice turned into a sizzling orange
drink Harry didn't recognize.
"Mmmmm..." Alex moaned as she lifted the goblet to her lips and drank it.
"What is that?" Ron asked from underneath all of his food.
"Live wire" Alex answered simply. "It's the best drink on earth."
"It makes noise." Harry added.
"It's soda. Duh...You have had soda before...right?" Alex asked looking deeply concerned for Harry and Ron's sanity.
"Err...No. Should I have?"
Before Alex could respond Hermione sat strait up. "It's awful for you Harry! Its-" But Alex had already ready turned Harry's juice into a
brown liquid Harry sort of backed away from, and turned Ron's drink into a red liquid.
"Harry, yours is Pepsi. Or I refer to it as ispep, and Ron, yours is Code Red, which is sort of a companion to mountain dew, like mine."
Harry bravely drank the brown liquid.
"Good?" Alex asked.
"Surprisingly...good." Harry said though still looking a bit disgusted with the drink.
"What does Live wire taste like?" Ron Asked drinking all of his Code Red remarkably fast.
"You will never know."
"I'm a prefect!" Ron said angrily."
"I'm a teacher." Alex said smirking.
"Then may I inquire why you are sitting with the students?" Hermione asked.
"Well you see, the 5 separate tables, unlike the students think, are not to represent authority. Obviously, a 36-year-old teacher like
Professor Snape is not going to be interested in speaking with an 11 year old girl right? And obviously a 150-year-old man will not be
interesting to a 16-year-old girl. The Slytherins don't want to talk with people that think everyone should be treated equally like the
Hufflepuffs. It's a matter of interests. Not a matter of authority. If a 16- year-old teacher wants to speak with people her age, then she's
welcome to."
No one spoke after that. No one had anything to say.
Alex left before Ron and Hermione showed the students to their common room. Harry followed close by them.
"I wonder where Alex went." Harry said.
"Well, duh!" Hermione said rolling her eyes. "She went to the Teachers Chambers. She isn't going to stay with us!"
"You don't seem to like her very much Herm," Ron whispered.
"Oh I like her a lot. She seems quite intelligent and nice in my opinion. But I don't trust her. I speak French you see." Hermione explained.
Harry cut her off. "Ok herms, out of all of the things you've said in your life, that was the most random that i have EVER heard you say."
"If you would let me finish!" Hermione glared him, "Alex Noir has a few suspicious things about her. Number 1, her eyes."
"What about her eyes?" Ron asked suddenly neglecting the path to where they were going and nearly fell off one of the staircases before
Harry pulled him back.
"Well," Hermione began, "If you haven't noticed," she lowered her voice so that only Ron and Harry could hear, "if you haven't noticed, they
are gray."
They had reached the common room and before Harry or Ron could ask what that meant, Hermione fled to her dormitory.
The next day in the common room, Harry, Ron, and Hermione met before going to the great hall.
"Hermione, what the hell did you mean yesterday about Alex having gray eyes?"
"Do you know how rare it is to have gray eyes if your a witch or wizard? I've seen tons of muggles with them, but the only other magical
person I've ever seen with gray eyes is Sirius."
Harry paled slightly at the mention of Sirius's name. "Shh! People could hear you!"
"Harry, well...Sirius is dead," Ron hit the top of his head with his hand and rolled his eyes, "and so it doesn't matter how much people look for
him or accuse him because he can never go to Azkaban!"
"Yeah? Well I prefer that people don't consider him to be a mass murderer and it won't look good if we give people the impression that
we're are or have been in contact with him!" Harry spat. He didn't like thinking about Sirius or the department of mysteries. Every time he did
a little voice in his head says, 'you did it! It's all your fault! You killed Sirius!'
"Fine. I'm sorry Harry." Hermione muttered as her voice softened.
"What does it matter if gray eyes are rare or not?" Harry asked her, determined to change the topic.
"Well, it's proven that people with gray eyes have a strong magic...So strong that it can sometimes be used for evil. I don't think Alex is using
it for evil. But it is also proven (Though the facts are very vague) that people with gray eyes are connected some way or another. Sometimes
biologically, but that doesn't necessarily mean that biological gray eyed people have that power. It could be genetics and only one person
actually had the power. But sometimes it has nothing to do with genetics. Sometimes people that have a strong trait of green eyes (Like the
Evans, Harry) and they can randomly have a gray-eyed baby. And somewhere else someone is also a gray eyed baby. They would be linked
by their power and sort of...Sort of destined to help each other." Hermione explained taking a deep breath.
"You think Alex is somehow connected to Sirius?" Harry asked.
"Do you remember yesterday when I told you I could speak French?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron both nodded. "Well...In French, Noir
means Black."
Harry sat across from Alex in the Great Hall. "So you doing your first lesson today?"
"That's right." Alex was looking through a file on the table.
"What's that?" Harry asked her.
"Lesson plans..." Alex said looking annoyed.
"By the way, we haven't seen the new DADA teacher yet. Do you know who it is?"
"Yes, A good friend of mine. She's American."
"American?" Harry said. He didn't even know that Hogwarts was an American school or admitted American students/teachers.
Harry's first class was DADA with the Slytherins. He was a little late because he had stayed behind talking with Alex. When he finally reached
the classroom he could hear the noise of someone holding someone else back. Turned out, the entire Gryffendor house was restraining
Neville, who had gotten quite a bit taller/stronger, from Draco Malfoy. A woman was yelling at the top of her lungs (Harry made the
assumption that it was the teacher) and Harry took out his wand. "Silencio!" he hissed at Draco who was shooting painful insults at Neville.
Then pointing his wand at Neville and whispered, "Pertificus Totalus!" and Neville fell, flat as a board, on the ground.
"EVERYONE SHUTUP!!!" the teacher screamed and everyone sat in their seats quietly. "You all should be VERY grateful I don't believe in
yelling or that's the way we'd be communicating." The teacher said flinging a long lock of her golden hair out of her face. "Now, 20 points
from Slytherin. As for you Neville, 10 points from Gryffendor." The woman's Dark brown eyes drifted to Harry. Not his scar. To Harry. Her
eyes narrowed. "Are you...Are you Lily's son?" she asked softly. For once in Harry's life, he wasn't "The boy who lived." He was "Lily's son."
He like it much better.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm Harry Potter," Harry said sitting down beside Hermione.
"I went to school with your parents Harry."
Harry felt very uncomfortable talking about this in front of the entire class, so he just nodded.
"Anyway. Before I was so rudely interrupted," she shot a dirty glance at Malfoy. Harry noticed that she hadn't taken the silencing charm off
of him yet. "I was saying that my name is Sarah Black." A couple people gasped at her including Harry. "I am proud to say that I'm Sirius
Black's wife." She looked as if ready to take on the harshest of comments.
"Professor Black, does Dumbledore know this?" Pavarti asked Sarah.
"He does. And I got married to Sirius when I was 18 and that before he was a convicted murderer."
Harry was completely stunned. Why had Sirius never told him? Wouldn't that make Sarah his godmother? Why hadn't he met Sarah before?
So many questions ran through his mind before Alex stormed through the door yelling, "I late! I'm really sorry! I'm here now!"
Sarah laughed. "It's alright Alex. Class, I am sure that professor Dumbledore already informed you that Alex will be my-Oh, Sorry Draco."
Draco was banging on the table in an attempt to get Sarah's attention. She took the silencing charm off him.
"Why the hell did Neville only get 10 points off? He was trying to kill me!!!" Draco immediately burst out angrily.
"Because Draco, What you said to Neville, or what you were going to say to him, is far more painful than anything that he could have done
physically to you. You've got a lot to Learn Mr. Malfoy. I'll be informing your mother about this incident. I'm sure that she'd want to know if
her son was making fun of the sanity of other boy's parents. You're lucky you're a Slytherin Malfoy. Gryffendors think of others before
themselves, verses Slytherins who are completely self-centered. Neville's parents as I'm sure you know," Sarah lowered her voice and bent
into Draco. Harry and Ron used extendable ears to hear what she was saying, "lost their sanity to Bellatrix Lestrange because they were
brave and they fought for what they believed in."
"Well that's not much incentive for me to be brave now is it?" Draco sneered at her.
"No it's not. But do you know what would have happened to them if they hadn't bee brave?"
"Yes I do. They would have been accused of being a death eater."
"That's right. Now is that an incentive?" Sarah asked. Draco nodded dully so that he wouldn't lose house points. The DADA lesson ended
quickly and Alex met up with Hermione in the hall.
Harry's next class was potions and he could hardly wait to see how Alex would handle this lesson. He walked into the classroom with Alex
and she walked to the front of the room. "Hello Severus." Harry couldn't believe that she addressed him by his first name.
"Good evening, Alex," Snape responded to Harry's surprise.
"Which lesson are you doing today? I was to busy trying to review with DADA that i forgot potions." Alex said smiling slightly.
"We're doing the Protean potion," Snape responded as he rolled his eyes.
"Alright class!" Alex boomed enthusiastically, "Welcome to the N.E.W.T. Potions class. Congrats on making it into this high class. I know from
personal experience, that Professor Snape does not just accept anyone into this class. Since you are all so advanced, we will be starting off
with the protean potion! It is similar to the protean charm, which you will learn at the beginning of next year with Professor Flitwick.
Considering that this potion requires two people, I suggest that you pair into groups of 2 or 3." Alex looked around the room, hearing a
shuffle of chairs the students rearranged themselves to be seated together. Everyone was put in pairs of two for the exception of Harry,
Ron, and Hermione. "Hermione, could I please ask you to leave Harry and Ron's group. Nothing against you, but i doubt that mixing 3
people's DNA will work successfully."
While Snape gave directions, Alex and Hermione sat down a small desk near the back of the room.
"Hermione, your a clever girl. I'm guessing that you would have already noticed a few suspicious things about me and have already told Ron
and Harry about it." Alex said quietly.
Hermione jerked head up. "Yes! So then you are a gray-eyed witch! I mean, trait wise and power wise." Hermione began anxiously.
"Yes. And I am connected to Sirius Black. Not biologically. I'm not part of his family. But by our eyes, yes we are both connected."
"I knew it!" Hermione exclaimed.
"But Hermione, I must ask you not to tell Ron and Hermione. They will find out when I leave-" Alex started but was cut off.
"When you leave? What do you mean?"
"Hermione, certain gray eyed witches are called White Tigers."
"Those are myths!" Hermione snorted.
"Your intelligent, but you don't know everything. White Tigers are the most rare type of wizard/witch on the earth. They live as a muggle
until they are 12 and are then reborn into the wizarding world but they still contain the memory of their past life. It's not reincarnation, as
many people seem to think. Reincarnation is a fake belief. Ordinary wizards and muggles cannot be reborn if they don't fulfill their life
obligation in their first life. White Tigers are reborn many times in the same body, in a different world, and they remain with the powers of a
White Tiger and they are anamgi. You can guess the animal." Alex explained. She was doing the potion with out thinking and it seemed to
Hermione that she had done it many times before. "And by the way," Alex added, "If you do tell Ron and Harry, I will find out, and I will
erase each of your memories. Not all of it of course. But the whole white tiger bit."
That night When Harry, Ron, And Hermione were talking in the common room, Harry asked, "Hermione, what were you and Alex talking
about in Potions today?"
"Uh, I dunno. The difference between a Polyjuice potion and the Protean potion," Hermione lied. This would have been very convincing,
considering that Hermione was a major bookworm, but Harry found a flaw in her brilliant excuse.
"Hermione, you've gotten used to getting answers right. That wasn't even a particularly hard question. So why did you shout, 'yes i knew it'
in the middle of class?"
Hermione was spared having to answer that question when the portrait hole swung open. Alex came waltzing in and she sat down by
Hermione. "Herms, can I see you up in the girls dormitory for minute?" she asked.
"Your not allowed in there!" Ron shouted rudely, "Teachers aren't allowed-"
"To walk into the dormitory of the opposite gender unless of an emergency. Maybe you never noticed Mr. Weasley, but I'm a girl." Ron
frowned and Alex dragged Hermione up the stairs and to the right. They sat on Hermione's bed and Alex began to look through her bag,
which she had put on top of Lavenders bed that was right by Hermione's.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"There's a flaw in my plan to help Sirius."
"What's that?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I intended to go back in time with Harry to stop Bellatrix form killing Sirius. It would have been quicker. But now I have to actually get
him out of the veil in present time."
"Why and how?"
"Why is because the damn spell I was going to use to get us back there doesn't work in this world. The world I was previously in was
like...classic magic to muggles. Wizards wore pointy hats and witches had warts and warlocks were evil. That's the only world i learned the
spell in and its the only world that it'll work."
"And how?"
"In order to get Sirius out of the veil, we need the one who put him in the veil, which is Bellatrix, the one he cares most about, that's Harry,
but the last on is tricky. His one true love."