A/N: Be sure to check bottom A/N after reading, please.

Updated as of 1/29/19

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A few days after the Dursley's left with her best friend, Fiona's father took her to Diagon Alley; a wizarding shopping plaza where she'd buy her school supplies like her wand, books, robes and a black cat named Grimm. She held the lithe cat in her arms as she walked around looking at potion supplies in Potage's Cauldron Shop while her father took care of getting her supplies.

"Hello. You going to Hogwarts this year too?" Fiona turned to the boy who'd spoken to her. He was very pale with bright blonde hair that was slicked back. She nodded.

"Yeah, it's my first year."

"Same here," he said with a small smile. "What house will you be in?"

"It's not decided yet," Fiona reminded him.

"I know that. Most people have no idea but I know I'll be in Slytherin. All of my family has been."

"Really?" He nodded. "I don't know much about the houses but my family's been in Slytherin too."

"Guess we'll be housemates then," he said with a grin. "What's your surname?" Fiona opened her mouth to answer him but her father called to her from the front of the shop.

"Sorry, that's my father," she apologized as she started to walk away.

"Where's your mum?" the boy asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"She stayed home," Fiona answered quickly. "See you at school." She hurried to join her father at the door.

They had just come out of the shop when Fiona caught sight of a very large man, a half-giant, standing at 11'6". Beside the man a boy with a mess of black hair she immediately recognized. Her heart soared as she realized that he had gotten his letter.

"Harry!" she shouted. Harry turned around and his whole face lit up as he saw the black haired girl. Grimm jumped out of her arms before the girl ran over to Harry who caught her in a hug. They laughed as they rocked back and forth in each other's arms. The half-giant smiled as he watched the two. Fiona's father walked up with a small smile.

"You're a witch and you never told me?" he asked when they pulled away but held onto each other's arms. Both were grinning from ear-to-ear.

"I wasn't allowed to! What about you? You're a wizard and you never told me."

"I never knew," he said as he shook his head before looking up at the half-giant. "Hagrid this is Fiona Turner, my best friend." Fiona's face flushed pink as she smiled. "Fiona this is Hagrid."

"Pleasure to meet you, miss, name's Rubeus Hagrid," he said with a small bow and a big smile. "I'm glad 'arry 'as someone ta sit with on the train ride ta Hogwarts."

"We will sit together, won't we?" Fiona asked as she turned her smile back to Harry.

"Of course!" Harry assured her with a huge grin. Fiona's father cleared his throat.

"Harry, good to see you again. Hagrid, nice to see you're well," he added with a nod in greeting to the half-giant.

"Jonathan." Hagrid grinned at the man.

"You know each other?" Harry asked as he looked between at the two, Fiona did the same.

"Of course!" Hagrid confirmed.

"Hagrid was the gamekeeper when I went to Hogwarts," Jonathan explained. Grimm meowed from behind Fiona before jumping into her arms.

"Oh, this fuzzy boy is Grimm," Fiona introduced as she rubbed the cat's ears. Harry pet the black fuzzball who rubbed his face against his hand. "He likes you."

"This is my owl," Harry said gesturing to the white owl in the cage on the cart Hagrid had been pushing; he hadn't given her a name yet.

"She's so pretty," Fiona said.

"Hagrid bought her for me for my birthday."

"Oh! Your birthday, I never got to give you a present!" Fiona exclaimed with a frown. "Come on," she said before taking his hand.

"That's okay, Fee," he said. "You don't have to get me anything."

"Of course I do!"

"In that case, let me get you something for your birthday," he said.

"But mine's not for weeks."

"No buts," he said. "I'm getting you a present." She gave him a playful glare that made him grin before he looked up at Hagrid who nodded to him.

As the two walked hand in hand Harry began to tell her all about how Hagrid found him. Fiona especially liked the bit where Dudley got a pig's tail.

"My parents were famous and I never knew," he told her. "Did you know about me? Did your dad ever tell you?"

"A few years after we met he told me," she admitted with a small frown. "But he made me promise not to tell. You weren't supposed to know, I don't know why, my dad said it was important though." Harry frowned. "You're not angry with me are you?"

"What? No, of course not!" he told her quickly giving her a reassuring smile. "It's not your fault." He gave her hand a squeeze. "I'm just glad we're going to the same school."

"Me too." She hugged his arm as they walked. "When we get home do you wanna read our new books?"

"Yeah!"

"My dad can take us back so you don't have to take the train all the way back," Fiona offered.

"How?" Harry tilted his head to the side.

"He can just… poof," she made a small hand motion. "and we're somewhere else. He said we'll learn it before we graduate."

"That sounds awesome!"

For the rest of the month before the start of term Harry and Fiona read their new school books together and spent most of the time at Fiona's house. They weren't allowed to do magic outside of school so they practiced with sticks or pencils. The Dursley's acted as though Harry wasn't even there, Dudley was afraid of him – and he still had the pig's tail from Hagrid – not knowing he couldn't actually do any proper magic yet. Strange things had happened before Harry learned he was a wizard after all. The two had to deal with each of their new companions bringing them dead mice as presents. Harry had named his owl Hedwig and she would sometimes bring notes back and forth between Harry and Fiona's windows during the night when the two were too excited to sleep.

Before Harry could ask his uncle about taking him to King's Cross, Fiona's father offered to take them both. He wouldn't be able to bring them to the actual train platform since he had to head to work soon after dropping them off.

Once at the station he gave them both a hug, much to Harry's surprise, and wished them good luck before he pointed them in the right direction. The two pushed their carts through the station. Hedwig was in her cage and Grimm was in his carrier facing her cage.

"Do you see nine-and-three-quarters anywhere?" Harry asked as he looked around with a frown. Fiona shook her head.

"My father said it's hidden from muggles but I'm not sure how. I never asked," she admitted with a sheepish smile.

"We'll find it," Harry said giving her a smile. "Maybe… we could ask someone…"

"We don't know who's a muggle and who's not though," Fiona whispered as she shook her head. Harry frowned and the two looked around.

"It's the same year after year. Packed with muggles, of course." They heard a woman say rather loudly before they saw her as well as four children and an older boy following her, only four with carts walk by. Neither of them noticed the woman glance in their direction. "Come on. Platform 9 ¾ this way!"

"She definitely doesn't sound like a muggle," Harry pointed out. Fiona nodded and the two pushed their carts around the corner to follow the group of red-heads.

"All right, Percy, you first," the woman said motioning for the oldest boy. He pushed his cart at the wall between platforms nine and ten before he disappeared through the brick. Harry looked shocked and Fiona looked excited.

"Harry, did you see that!" she exclaimed in an excited whisper. He nodded silently.

"Fred, you next."

"He's not Fred, I am!" One of the twins corrected her.

"Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother." the other said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, George," the woman apologized. The other twin moved in front of the wall.

"I'm only joking. I am Fred," he said before running through the wall, followed by his twin. The woman shook her head. Harry pushed his cart closer, Fiona following.

"Excuse me!" Harry called. The woman came over, the younger girl by her side, and stood next to Harry putting a gentle hand on his back. "C-Could you tell us how to…"

"How to get on the platform?" The woman asked with a smile. "Yes, not to worry, dear. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well." The youngest red headed boy smiled slightly at the two. "Now, all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous."

"Good luck," The red headed girl beside her said.

"I'll go first?" Harry asked looking to Fiona. She nodded.

"Right behind you," she promised with a smile. He smiled back with a nod; he looked the wall up and down before running at it, shutting his eyes. When he opened them he found he'd emerged on the other side to see a magnificent station with a red train and bundles of people. A whistle blew, and Harry sighed with relief. He moved out of the way and Fiona came through the wall a moment later. She looked even more excited if possible and the two pushed their carts towards the train to get their things loaded on.

…

After putting away their things they found an empty compartment. Fiona sat across from Harry looking out the window, the smile hadn't left her face since they'd gotten onto the train. Grimm lay beside her curled up in a ball. Harry watched the scenery go by with her until the red headed boy from before, Ron, poked his head into their compartment.

"Excuse me, do you mind?" he asked. "Everywhere else is full."

"No, not at all," Harry said as he motioned to the seat. Fiona moved to sit beside him and Ron sat across from them.

"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."

"Fiona Turner," she said with a smile.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter," Harry said. Ron's mouth fell open and his eyes widened.

"So-so it's true?! I mean, do you really have the...the..."

"The what?" Harry asked, genuinely confused.

"Scar...?" Ron whispered.

"Oh, yeah." Harry lifted his bangs with a slight smile.

"Wicked," Ron said. Grimm meowed and Ron jumped having not seen the cat in the opposite corner of the seat.

"That's Grimm," Fiona said. "He's harmless."

"He doesn't chase rats does he?" Ron asked with a small frown. Fiona shrugged. A woman pushed a trolley full of sweets into view.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" she asked.

"No, thanks, I'm all set," Ron answered as he held up food in plastic wrap. Harry reached into his pocket.

"We'll take the lot!" he said before holding out a handful of coins. Both Ron and Fiona's eyes widened.

"Whoa!"

…

Ron and Fiona swapped places and put the candy between him and Harry. Ron's rat, Scabbers, sat perched on his knee, a box over its head. Grimm lay beside Fiona, not bothered by the rat less than three feet away.

"You never knew?" Ron asked with his mouth full.

"No," Harry confirmed as he shook his head. "Fiona knew but her father didn't let her tell me." She shrugged when Ron looked to her.

"Are you a half-blood?" Ron asked. Fiona nodded.

"Why? Is that bad?" she asked. Ron shook his head.

"No, not at all, just curious since Harry said dad and not parents," he explained. "I meant no offence."

"It's okay, none taken," Fiona assured him giving him a smile before taking a bite of a liquorish wand. Harry picked up a box and opened it before reading the label.

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?" he asked looking to Ron.

"They mean every flavour! There's chocolate and peppermint, and there's also spinach, liver and tripe. George sweared he got a bogey-flavoured one once!" Both Harry and Fiona grimaced and Harry quickly took the bean he was chewing out of his mouth. He picked up a blue and gold package.

"These aren't real chocolate frogs, are they?" Harry asked.

"It's only a spell. Besides, it's the cards you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I got about 500 meself." Harry opened it and the frog jumped onto the window. "Watch it!" The frog climbed up before it then leaped out the window. "Oh, that's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them to begin with." Harry turned over his card to see who he got.

"I got Dumbledore!" he exclaimed.

"I got about six of him," Ron said. Harry looked at Ron before looking back down to find the picture was gone.

"Hey, he's gone!"

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?" Ron asked. Scabbers squeaked. "This is Scabbers, by the way, pathetic, isn't he?"

"Just a little bit."

"Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. Want to see?"

"Yeah!" Harry exclaimed and Fiona leaned closer. Ron took out his want before he cleared his throat.

"Sun-" he stopped as a girl with bushy brown hair appeared at the doorway.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one," she explained.

"No," Ron said as the others shook their heads.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then," she said. Ron cleared his throat again.

"Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" There was a zap but nothing happened, other than the box on Scabbers' head flying off. Ron shrugged before looking to Harry who shrugged as well.

"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it?" the girl asked. Ron looked to Harry and Fiona with a well-she's-rude look. "Of course I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me." She took out her want before she moved to sit next to Fiona and across from Harry. "For example..." She pointed her wand at his glasses and Harry tensed. "Oculus Reparo." The tape on the glasses flew around the broken bit before disappearing as the glasses were fixed. Harry took them off, amazed. "That's better, isn't it?" Harry looked to Ron and Fiona before putting his glasses back on. "Holy Cricket, you're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger...and you are...?" she looked to Ron.

"I'm...Ron Weasley," he said with his mouth full.

"Pleasure," Hermione said with a slight grimace. She turned to Fiona who smiled.

"Fiona Turner. It's nice to meet you."

"And you as well," Hermione said returning the smile. "You three better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." She got up and left but then came back and looked at Ron. "You've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know? Just there." She pointed and Ron rubbed at his nose with a frown.

"Here." Fiona reached into her pocket and handed him a tissue.

"Thanks," he muttered, embarrassed, as he wiped his nose clean. Grimm stood up and stretched. Fiona pet his head once before he jumped down.

"Grimm?" she asked as the cat walked to the doorway.

"Where's he going?" Ron asked. Fiona shrugged and got up to pick up the cat but suddenly the feline bolted.

"Grimm!" Fiona called. "I'll be right back," she said quickly before following after the cat. Someone coming from another train car opened the door and the cat was able to slip through. "Grimm, here boy!" Fiona called. "Excuse me," she said as she moved past the student. Surprisingly enough the same thing happened again and the cat was able to get to another train car. When Fiona got into the car she couldn't see Grimm anywhere but there was one open compartment. "Excuse me!" she stopped in the doorway and saw Grimm sitting on the seat beside the blond boy she'd met in Diagon Ally who sat across from two other boys. "Grimm."

"This yours?" the blond asked.

"I'm sorry; I don't know why he ran off like that so suddenly," she said.

"Ah, we met at Potage's, remember?" he reminded her with a slight smirk.

"I remember," she said with a nod.

"What's your name?" he asked. "You had to leave before you could tell me."

"Fiona… Turner."

"Never heard of them," The boy said with a frown before looking at the other two who shook their heads.

"And you are?" Fiona asked, putting her hands on her hips; she didn't like the face he'd made, so what if he didn't recognize the name. The boy stood.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he answered with a smirk.

"I've never heard of them," Fiona said, which was a lie – her father mentioned knowing a Malfoy, possibly the boy's father. Draco frowned.

"You'd do well to learn then, Turner," he sneered.

"Are you always rude to strangers?"

"Do you always lose your cat?"

"Grimm," Fiona said. The cat looked up at her before jumping into her arms.

"See you around, Turner," Draco said as he sat back down. Fiona frowned at him then glanced at the other two boys who hadn't said a thing before leaving without another word.

It was night when the students got off the train onto the platform of an outdoor station. Fiona had to put Grimm with the other pets in his carrier, he wasn't happy about it and he let her know with a long yowl. Hagrid walked along the side aisle, with a lantern as people began pouring out of the train.

"Right, then! Firs' years! This way, please! Come on, now, firs' years don' be shy! Come on now, hurry up!" he called. Harry, Fiona and Ron walked up to him. "Hello, Harry. Hello, Fiona." Hagrid greeted when he saw the two.

"Hey, Hagrid," the two said. Ron stared up at the half-giant with wide eyes.

"Whoa!"

"Right then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me," Hagrid called. Fiona took Harry's hand and he smiled at her as they made their way to the boats. The three got onto a boat, Fiona at the front, Ron and Harry in the middle with Ron holding the light and another boy in the back.

"Wicked," Ron said.

…

The students walked up a set of stairs before stopping towards the top where a woman, Professor McGonagall, stood waiting.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she spoke to them. "Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." Neville, a scared looking boy, spotted his toad sitting near McGonagall's feet and jumped forward.

"Trevor!" He picked up the toad before looking up at McGonagall as she stared down at him. "Sorry," he apologized before he backed away to the group.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily," McGonagall said before leaving.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train." Fiona turned to see Draco smirking. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." The students started whispering to each other. "This is Crabbe, and Goyle." He nodded to the two boys Fiona had seen him with on the train. "and I'm Malfoy..." he moved to stand in front of Harry. "Draco Malfoy." Ron snickered at Draco's acting posh and proud in an attempt to become friends with the most famous wizard in the world. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." He looked at Ron. "I can help you there." Draco extended a hand to Harry. Harry looked down at the hand before looking back up.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," Harry said. Draco glared. He looked down to Harry's hand and noticed Fiona holding onto the sleeve of Harry's robes before he met her glare. McGonagall returned and tapped him on the shoulder with a rolled up parchment. He retreated with one last glare to Harry.

"We're ready for you now," McGonagall said. She led everyone through two large doors and into the Great Hall, where there were four long tables with many kids and teens, as well as floating candles. The roof appeared to be the sky.

"It's not real, the ceiling," Hermione explained aloud. "It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

"All right, will you wait along here, please?" McGonagall requested as she turned to the first years. "Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words," McGonagall said. Dumbledore rose from the main table.

"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch," he signaled to a ragged old man with a cat with red eyes near the entrance of the hall. "has asked me to remind you that the 3rd-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." Harry looked to Fiona with wide eyes and saw she shared the same expression.

"When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Abbott, Hannah!" The first student to be called stumbled out of the group and up to the hat. It was place on her head and there was silence until it called out.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The table on the right clapped as she went to sit down with her house. The next girl was also a Hufflepuff. Then came a boy who was sorted into Ravenclaw and the table second to the left clapped. When the first Gryfinndor was called the table to the far left exploded with cheers and finally when the first Slytherin was called the remaining table on second from the right clapped.

Fiona took a deep breath as McGonagall started on the G's. Harry noticed her chewing her bottom lip and gave her hand a squeeze and smiling when she looked to him.

"Harry, there's something I have to tell you," she whispered. He tilted his head. "Turner is my mum's last name," she explained. "She's going to call my real name, my father's name."

"That's alright isn't it?" he asked. "I rarely called you by your last name anyways."

"That's not it. My father told me…" she hesitated. "Harry? If we're not in the same house, promise we'll still be friends?"

"Of course." He was shocked that she even felt the need to ask him that. "Fiona, you'll always be my friend." Just as she turned to see his smile, McGonagall called out her name.

"Gaunt, Fiona."

The roomed went quiet and Harry frowned in confusion at the shocked looks on everyone's faces.

"Gaunt?" Hermione asked quietly once Fiona had moved away from the group. "She's a Gaunt?" Harry looked to her then Ron who's eyes had widened.

"So?" Harry asked. They watched her walk up and sit down. She gripped the bottom of the stool as the hat was placed on her head. They couldn't hear the hat but they could see her lips moving as she spoke back to it.

"Is she a half-blood or a pureblood?" Hermione asked.

"I don't see how that's your business," Ron said with a slight frown.

"Half," Harry answered. "Her father's a wizard. She used her mother's name until now," he explained. "I don't understand," Harry continued. "What's wrong with her being a… a Gaunt."

"Don't you know?" Ron asked.

"The Gaunt's are a direct line of Salazar Slytherin, the founder of the Slytherin house," Hermione explained.

"Slytherin was You-Know-Who's house," Ron added with a gulp.

"You-Know-Who's mother was a Gaunt," Hermione said shocking both boys. "I read about it in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts."

"What?" Harry asked.

"She's related to You-Know-Who."

A/N: So like last time, I know that in canon it's not known what Voldy's real name was or his family's but I would think at least his mother's name would be known. His father was a muggle so they wouldn't keep track of that (I don't think but also Dumbledore know's who he is ((right)) ) so it's well known in my fic's canon that the Gaunts are related to the Dark Lord and the founder of Slytherin. No one knows of the name Tom Riddle, maybe Fiona's father since his mother was Tom's half-sister but that's it. Below might be a bit of a spoiler if you're a new reader.

For clarification in my story Tom Riddle had an older half-sister (who didn't die/ who he didn't kill), who had a son who is Fiona's father. Fiona is Voldemort's great niece. And her father made her mother keep her maiden name to protect her (since she's a muggle and Fiona was born while Voldy was still alive) but Fiona's birth certificate says Gaunt which is why McGonagall read Gaunt instead of Turner.

Just a gentle reminder... This is a fanfic and does not have to follow canon to a T. That's the fun of fanfiction. You can write whatever you want.