Kitchen Conversations

When Sakhmet reached the kitchen, she noticed that the redheaded boy from the day before was talking with his sister. Sakhmet hid just outside the doorway after deciding that if the two wanted to talk in private they should do it in private instead of in the kitchen, the universal center of the household's doings.

"Since when did Sirius have a daughter?" asked the boy in a tone of less than happy surprise.

"Well, seeing how old she is, I'd say about as long as mom and dad have had a daughter," replied his sister.

"That's not what I mean, Ginny," replied the boy in an exasperated tone.

"I doubt he's known for that long," answered the girl known as Ginny. "Otherwise he would have mentioned her. It's a shame we haven't been able to say much through owl mail."

"So that's why," whispered Sakhmet to herself.

"I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this, Ron," said Ginny. "So Sirius has a daughter. You should be happy for them. If Harry suddenly found out that his parents were alive and wanted him to live with them, I'm sure you'd be really happy for him."

"Harry's my friend," replied her brother, apparently known as Ron. "Harry's someone I know and trust. This Sock net person fits none of those categories."

At that Sakhmet walked into the kitchen. "It's Sakhmet, just so you know. And it's not my fault that I don't fit said categories."

"Not your fault? Do you even remember what happened last night? You nearly killed your own dad! Excuse me if that gives me a little bit of a reason to distrust you."

Sakhmet shrugged. "That's not even all my fault. The goddess chose the wrong time to manifest my powers."

"Powers?" asked Ginny curiously. If Sakhmet had anything else up her sleeve, Ginny wanted to know.

"Yeah, apparently the goddess figured I was old enough to handle getting new powers. But she was busy with something else when she granted me my new gifts, so she didn't see what was going on over here."

"Who's this goddess person?" asked Ron, who now had dirt on his nose.

"The goddess Sakhmet. She's an Egyptian goddess of war and destruction-"

"We saw that part," interjected Ron.

Sakhmet glared at him. "And if you stayed long enough you also noticed that she's a goddess of healing too."

Ron turned red. He had run when he saw Sirius passed out.

"Now if you don't mind, I'm going to make some breakfast," Sakhmet said. "I promise not to release a pestilence," she added, holding up her right hand.

Ron muttered something about needing to unpack and stalked off.

"Don't mind him," said Ginny. "He's just mad about not being able to write to Harry, his best friend."

"That would be Harry Potter then? Sirius' godson?"

"Yeah. You call your dad Sirius?"

"Yeah, everyone else does. Or at least the few people I've seen around him have," Sakhmet replied thoughtfully as she cracked an egg into a frying pan.

"So if Sirius is your dad, who's your mom?"

"I don't know yet."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Don't be. For all I know she's dead anyway. And with Sirius, I probably don't want to know the kind of people he dated in his younger days." They laughed, and Sakhmet continued to cook her eggs.

Over the next week, the house developed another routine. Sakhmet continued her lessons every other day, and when those were done, she worked on the house with everyone else. Mrs. Weasley had forced the children to clean the house, and with Sirius back up on his feet, they were also able to test out new designs on the rooms of the house. Sakhmet estimated that, if they kept up this rate, most of the house would be finished by the time school started. Ron continued to ignore Sakhmet, and Sakhmet continued to glare whenever she was forced to remain in his presence.

Sakhmet got along well with the aurors, who tested the extent of her new powers under Moody's supervision. They also taught her new spells and such after she mentioned that she could practice magic due to the fact that Grimmauld Place was Unplottable. She did not, however, share this bit of information with Ron. Nor did she allow his siblings to tell him. Ginny felt a bit guilty, but Sakhmet told her that as soon as Ron was nicer to her she would tell him. Fred and George, a.k.a. the Weasley twins, just laughed at another thing they knew that their brother didn't. In exchange for this information, they promised to show Sakhmet all the secret passages they had found when she arrived at Hogwarts.

In her lessons, Sakhmet progressed quickly through the first year work at a rate that even Snape would compliment. By giving her more and harder work. Sakhmet didn't mind this. The sooner she got through the first three years of her education, the easier life at Hogwarts would be.

Two weeks after the arrival of this large group, Hermione Granger arrived. Mrs. Black tried to scare her off by screaming at her, but when her granddaughter threatened to call up a sandstorm that would rip the painting to shreds, she glared sulkily instead. Sakhmet's friendship with Hermione was cut rather short when she realized what terrible taste Hermione had in boys. When she realized the new girl had a crush on Ron, she decided to be friendly. But she doubted that she would ever be able to be good friends with a girl who actually wanted to date a guy who almost constantly had dirt on his nose.

A great deal of the summer passed by in this fashion. Until one day when Sakhmet was halfway through her third year work, the famous Harry Potter arrived.

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