Juxtaposed: Chapter Two

A/N: This story isn't going to be very forth-coming, you'll eventully get what's going on the whole story, but I decided to not give it all away, I mean, its only the 2nd chapter, come on guys.

Chapter Two: Pink and Black

Standing next to the fireplace, Anna scowled at her mother. Hermione bustled about, forgetting and remembering things she was supposed to do before sending Anna off. Anna waited, impaitent.

"Mum, seriously. I still don't have to go. He won't even notice."

"Don't be stupid, Anna. Of course he'll notice. He's missed you terribly..."

"And you know this how?" Anna retorted, cutting her mother short. "You don't even talk to him. You hate him!"

"I don't hate him," Hermione muttered, shrinking Anna's trunk with no effort. "We just don't see eye to eye."

"Bull , you hate him, I've seen the letters he sends you..." Hermione rounded at this moment, and Anna knew she had gone too far. "Mum, I... I didn't mean it like that..."

Hermione passed Anna her trunk, wordlessly. She pointed to the floo powder, and walked out of the room.

"Mum! Mum! Don't I even get a goodbye."

"Goodbye!" Hermione's voice spat sourly from the next room.

Sighing, Anna pocketed her luggage and grabbed some floo powder.

"ANNA!"

"Hey... Jimmy," Anna muttered as tiny arms wrapped themselves around her legs. Releasing herself from the clutches from her younger brother, Anna led her younger sibling through a door to her left. Harry's house was enormous, though what else would you expect of a famous auror? Anna didn't like her father's job, she thought it just over-rated him even more than before. He was getting a bit of a big-head, at least she figured he was.

Opening the door, Anna found herself in the downstairs family room, and in front of the dreaded step-mother.

Kate was the kind of woman you stepped into your territory and set up camp. Anna didn't like her, that was for sure. This woman figured she could replace her mother, and Anna would never except her as more than the woman who stole her father. Not that she cared that much about her father.

"Anna, how are you?" Kate asked, getting up from her seat.

"Fine," Anna lied, she was not fine. She was gunna be stuck in this hell hole for two whole months.

"Jimmy, leave your sister alone," Kate ordered, pulling her son away from Anna.

"Half-brother," Anna retorted, before turning around and walking out of the room. There was no way she was going to get suck in the torturous act of having to converse with Kate. It was be just as usual. How is your mother? How was school? What about that boy? What's his name? Ugh! She couldn't stand it.

"Okay, honey, go check out your room, your father did a little renovating," Kate called from within the room, thinking she has been the perfect step-mum and they had just had a wonderful mother-daughter moment.

'Oh God,' Anna thought, thinking of what her father could have done now. Last year had been putting ponies all over her walls - the man had serious teenage issues.

She began making her way up the stairs, until she heard the familiar call of, "Now there's my little girl," from the top of the stairs.

'Great.'

Looking at the top step, there stood her father, the famous Harry Potter.

"Hey, Dad."

"How are you, Princess?"

"Why does everyone ask that?" Anna huffed, passing Harry on the stairs.

"Well, I haven't seen you in a year."

"Really? A whole year?" Anna asked sarcastically.

"Anna, don't be like that. You only just got here."

"Like what?" Anna remarked, walking down the hall. Harry did the all too familiar task that Hermione did, he trailed her.

"Anna, why do we have to go through this every time?"

"I don't know, Dad, maybe if you'd spent the last decade at home then we'd be all happy family."

"I've been at home."

"Our home, Dad, with Mum and me."

"This is your home too."

"Could have fooled me," was where it finished as Anna turned the corner and closed the door to her room. Harry's knocks were heard, which Anna ignored, as she took in the room around her. The walls were bright pink, and not just a fluro pink, but a blindingly fluro pink.

"Dad!"

"Hold on," Harry's voice came through the door. Anna knew he was magically opening the door, as usual. "What?" he asked when he entered. "What happened?"

"The walls..." Anna was speechless.

"You like them?"

Anna turned to her father, a frown on her face. "Dad, I haven't liked pink since... since I was about Jimmy's age."

"You told me you loved pink," Harry looked a little confused.

"When I was five, Dad, five!"

"Well what's your favourite colour?" Harry asked, pulling his wand out of his pocket again and pointing it towards the walls.

"Black, just make them black," Anna said dully. Her favourite colour was not black, it was blue, but she didn't want to come home in another eleven years to find the walls fluro blue.

"Black? That's rather dull."

"I like dull, Dad. Dull is normal."

"Normal? Why would you want it to be normal?"

"Dad, I'm not sure if you remember your childhood, but being followed around Diagon Alley by paparazzi and having fluro pink walls weren't exactly what you wanted. I just want to be normal, like everyone else. I don't want my bloody famous father to keep changing my room, I just want to be alone, in my room, with black walls."

Harry sighed. "You had a fight with your mother, didn't you?"

"That's none of your business," Anna retorted, hating the fact that he knew why she was in such a sour mood.

"Anna, you need to give your mother a break..."

"Why? You don't. You two don't even speak unless it's organising when you want to get rid of me."

"Get rid of you? Why would we want to do that...? Wait, do you think you're mother doesn't want to be around you? She's just busy with work and..."

"Dad, give it a rest. I don't care! You don't know what I'm feeling, just get out!"

Harry sighed, walked out of the room, without saying a word.

Anna shut the door and threw herself onto her bed. Why did he have to know what she was feeling? Why did he have to try and pretend he was Mum's best friend still. They hated each other, why wouldn't they admit it to her? Why?

To be continued...

A special thanks to all my reviewers. I'm sorry this chapter isn't exactly as well written as the last, but writer's block is beginning to bite at my ankles, and I wanted to try and get alot of stuf written before it eats me again. Sorry.

Until next chapter...