Disclaimer: Not mine! Even though Nafisa, Amira, and Muffin do happen to belong to me.
AN: I'm trying to follow the book, but I seem to have left the book at home, and I'm currently at Uni. Therefore, I'm not going to be posting until next week, that is, unless I can get some of what I've already written worked out.
Chapter 4
Celebration
After she apparated back to her father's home, she quickly gathered her belongings and animals up, found her father, and followed him to the room she would be sharing with Hermione and Ginny. Hermione and Ginny weren't there, so Amira turned one of her hairpins into a bed and dumped her belongings onto the bed. Then she took Muffin and Nafisa and went to find the rest of the people in the house.
"Hello, dear," The woman with the red hair said, "I'm Molly Weasley. You must be Amira."
"Of course I am. And this is Nafisa the guard dog and Muffin the Kitten. Nafisa! No!" Amira screamed as Nafisa suddenly decided that a yellow cat under the table was a good target. A girl with bushy brown hair jumped out to grab the cat as Amira pulled out her wand and created a shield in front of the dog. Nafisa bounced off of the shield and looked over at Amira. "Much better. I'm terribly sorry, everyone. She just didn't know that the cat was off limits. Could you bring the cat over here so that they can be introduced?" Amira asked the girl.
"Hi. I'm Hermione Granger and this is Crookshanks," Hermione said, introducing herself and the cat.
"Nafisa, these people are not to be attacked. At any cost. Sniff," Amira instructed, "Could everyone else line up over here? I need to introduce everyone to Nafisa so that she won't go on a murderous rampage. She's a desert guard dog and attacks anyone that doesn't belong. Thank you," she said dismissively.
"Ginny Weasley," a girl with bright red hair, who looked very much like Mrs. Weasley said. She petted Nafisa and moved on.
"Ron Weasley," a boy with bright red hair said, patting Nafisa and moving on.
"Harry Potter," a boy with unruly dark hair said, patted Nafisa on the head, and moved on.
The line continued to move. Finally, Sirius came at the end of the line, dragging something that was very wrinkly and looked like dirty garbage, but was an animate being. "Amira, this is Kreacher. He's supposed to take any of your commands, though he thinks that I no longer belong to the family, so I don't know if he'll really do what you say. Kreacher, this is Amira Black, my daughter," Sirius said, looking very severely at Kreacher.
"Kreacher won't, Kreacher won't. Kreacher doesn't have to. She's not part of the family, she doesn't look like my Mistress," Kreacher continued.
"Very well, Kreacher. Just stay here to hear what I have to say," Amira said as Kreacher froze, "I guess I ought to tell everyone about myself. I went to school at a public school for my first six years of school. Then Mother got me into Salem Academy for exceptional students for what should have been the next seven years, but after two, I was sent to Egypt and the surrounding desert for Maji training. I'm now fifteen and out of school.
"The Maji can find me wherever I am, even if I'm somewhere that most of the Wizarding community cannot locate. Among them, I am the Dark Princess. If someone comes here looking for the Dark Princess and has marks similar to mine, LET HIM IN.
"We are taught to use dark magic in order to keep ourselves alive. We don't believe in using it unless it is absolutely necessary, but we are a society very similar to the Dark Lord's society of Death Eaters, though our society rarely employs women in battle. Most of our women are the ones that move camp and prepare meals for our warriors. On occasion, people discovered from the western world to belong to our people are women…sorry.
"Anyway, I have been sent here to help your Order. I only hope that I have come in time. I'll also be working for Professor Dumbledore during the school year."
"So you're, like royalty to them?" Ron asked.
"No, I'm their spiritual leader. Or the one that was reincarnated. In a way. Harry, I hear you were in for a hearing. How did it go?" Amira asked.
"I got off. I was in for underage magic. How's it you can use magic at fifteen?"
"I'm the spiritual leader of the Maji, aren't I?"
"Oh."
"Lunch!" Mrs. Weasley announced, "Take a seat, dears. Harry, you must be starving. You hardly ate breakfast. Oh!" Mrs. Weasley squeaked. A large man was standing in a corner of the room waiting to be acknowledged, "Hello."
"I must speak with the Dark Princess," he said.
"There you are. I was wondering if you'd gotten lost somewhere along the way. Have you found the information?" Amira asked.
"We have, milady," he said with a slight bow.
"Then let's go. I'm sorry everyone, but duty calls," Amira said as she followed the man out of the room.
"That's weird. That man was just standing there," Ginny said.
"I guess that he's not allowed to speak unless someone else speaks first, dear," Mrs. Weasley speculated.
"Hello, Muffin," Hermione said, "Are you feeling left out? They just left you without saying goodbye. Crookshanks! Be nice!"
Author's Note: So, did you enjoy it? If there's anything you'd like to see happen, e-mail me and I'll see about incorporating it in the story. I'm actually out of written material right now, so suggestions would be great.
