Before I start this chapter I would like to thank dogdemonemiko for writing Ch. 5, and I would also like to highly recommend, if you're a Inuyasha fan, that you read My Darling Emiko, and the sequel, My Darling Emiko II
Disclaimer: See Ch. 2
By: js140deg
Romance, Humor, and Love
Chapter 6: Anastasia's Unfound Powers
Asia took Harry, Ron, and Hermione back to her house. They walked through the door and Asia was immediately bombarded with a hug from the witch Harry had seen at the house before they had gotten a hold of Asia.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione, I would like you to meet my godmother, Prue. Prue, this is Harry, as you already have guessed, and this is Ron and Hermione" Asia said pointing at each of them to enunciate their names.
"Harry, it so nice to see you aga—"
"WELL! How about we go see what Anastasia is up too shall we?" Asia said, cutting off her godmother and shooting a look at her that had 'They don't know' written all over it.
"Yeah…Yeah, that sounds good…" Harry said, trying to hide his curiosity.
Asia took them back to Anastasia's room and knocked on the door.
"Anastasia, honey, can I come in?" Asia said, turning the knob.
Before she could get the knob turned all the way, the door flew open and a small little girl slammed into her mother and gave her the biggest hug Harry had ever seen anyone give anyone.
"Anastasia, I'd like you to meet some friends of mine, ok?" Asia said to her daughter, prying her off of her shoulders. "This is Harry, Ron, and Hermione." She bent down and whispered something in Anastasia's ear and her eyes grew to the size of baseballs almost. The little girl ran toward Harry and gave him the same, big hug. After seeing this, Ron got all huffy at not getting a hug. Although all that stopped once Hermione had managed to dig her elbow in between his fourth and fifth rib.
"Ni—Nice to meet you Anastasia" Harry said, gasping for air.
After Asia pried her daughter off Harry, they went out to get something to eat. They decided to go to a not-so-well-known diagon alley restaurant that, according to Asia, had the best food on the entire planet. They went inside and the first thing that struck Harry about the restaurant was that it was the nicest place he had ever been in. Well, next to Hogwarts of course. The ceiling was covered in beautifully decorated gold leaf, a single candle floated above each table, and all along the walls were paintings done by some of the most famous magical, and muggle, artists. One painting of a sky that was twisting and swirling with stars above a small town caught his eye. He liked it. He tapped Asia on the shoulder.
"Do you know who did that painting over there?" Harry asked quizzically.
"Umm, oh, yeah, that one was done by a fellow named Vincent Van Go (sp?)" She said while ordering all of them the exact same thing.
They sat at a table and waited for their food. Something was bothering Harry, and he had to ask.
"Asia, you said you told your daughter stories about me that were told to you, and then back at your house, I got the odd feeling that, Prue, was it, already new me. And then again when you whispered something in Anastasia's ear and she hugged me. What's up?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at her with questioning looks. Well, Ron didn't, their food had arrived and he was stuffing his face with chicken.
"Heh, heh, guess I couldn't keep it hidden forever huh?" Asia said nervously, straightening up. "Harry, do you remember your 4th year at Hogwarts?" Harry nodded. "Well, all of that is fake. You see, I came to your school in your 4th year. I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning. You know that im an Emotional Eyed witch, but there is something you don't know. Your Mom, for one, was one too Harry. Now, like Hermione said, there has only been one case of two emotional eyed witches in the same family once, and that witch was killed." Harry's eyes widened, he knew what was coming. "The storied tell Anastasia, and the fact that I do know more about you than even you know, is because, well, I'm your sister."
Harry couldn't believe his ears, how could she be his sister? This made absolutely no sense. And why didn't he have the correct memories from his fourth year?!
"Why don't I have the real memories from my fourth year?!" Harry said, standing up slightly with his voice getting louder.
"First of all," Asia put her hand on Harry's shoulder and pushed his firmly but gently backed into his seat, "sit down. And second, the reason you don't have your real memories, is because the Ministry of Magic viewed, and still views me, as a threat. They tried to kill me in your 4th year. I managed to get away, but they erased everyone's memory of it. Except, of course, mine and Dumbledore's. I don't know HOW he did it though."
Harry slumped back in his seat. He had to think. While that conversation had carried on though, Ron hadn't heard a word of it. He had been stuffing his face with the food from his plate. He just gazed stupidly at Harry and Asia, trying to figure out what happened. Hermione was filling him in when a brownish red owl flew in, landed on Asia's shoulder, and dropped a letter onto the table beside her plate.
"Thanks Jack" she said. She patted his head, and he flew away. She opened the letter, and her jaw dropped within 5 seconds. She grabbed her things, put the money on the table, and told everyone that they had to go. Ron, having ordered dessert and had just started on it, opened his already filled mouth to argue, but Hermione smacked him on the back of his head and he closed his mouth, shot a glare at Hermione, and put on his jacket.
They arrived at the Halliwell home about 10 minutes after leaving the restaurant. Asia slammed open the door and ran to Anastasia's room with Harry, Ron, and Hermione following. Asia stopped dead, causing the other three to ram into her. Harry looked into the room. In the center stood Anastasia, crying into her hands. Above her was her bed, desk, dresser, and about everything else moveable in the room. She stopped crying for a moment, looked up at her mother, and burst into tears again. In that brief moment where her eyes were visible, Harry saw that they had turned very dark blue, almost black. Asia ran in picked up Anastasia, and rocked her in her arms, trying to calm her down. After a half a minute, everything floated back down to its correct position on the floor, Anastasia stopped crying, and Asia put her down.
"Do you want a soda honey? Ok, go get one" Asia said, patting Anastasia on her back as she ran out of the room, now smiling, to the kitchen. After Anastasia had gotten her soda, and was back in her room, Asia asked her what happened. She said she had been coloring at her desk in front of her window, when a hooded figure blocked the sunlight. She looked up and she saw a reptilian face staring back at her. That was when she screamed, started to cry, and Prue had written the urgent letter to them. Asia told her to go watch some T.V. she stood up. After Anastasia was out of ear shot, Asia turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Um, I think you guys should leave, in case this happens again." She said, scratching the back of her head.
"What did happen?" Hermione asked.
"That's the thing, I don't know. Navy Blue eye color isn't supposed to effect Emotional Eyed witches. E.E. Witches eyes aren't even supposed to be able to turn that color."
