Second Generation- the first year
A/N: Do you know what really made me mad? I was more than halfway through with this when my mouse, which had been up on the "back" button, clicked! And so I had to rewrite the whole thing! GAH!
At least I am not in a lazee enough mood to abandon it, mostly because I REALLY want to know what happens myself... But... AGH!
*dies*
Maybe it will be better now, since I can make the beggining better than it was... and it was horrible, but.. GRRR.
*rant rant rant rant...*
*end rant*
Ok, i'm better now... stupid wonderful new laptop... I apologize if there are spelling mistakes in it this time, because I am a bit agravated... I will proably go back through and edit later though.
Chapter 3- The Ministry's Worst Nightmare
Harry Potter opened the mysterious letter with a dreary sort of aura. He had just gotten home with his wife and daughter from seeing his two sons off to Hogwarts when an owl that had obviously been waiting for him stuck out its leg in a sort of reproachful manner. The letter had been messily scrawled onto the parchment by Seamus Finnigan, head healer at St. Mungo's, who wrote,
Harry,
Sorry to bother you at this particular time, but we have an emergency. A witch and her daughter, who both believe it is 1969, were discovered at the house of a muggle named Simeon Standpole. The woman is fading fast, and demands attention from an auror imediatly. The girl, who was born in 1958 and is 11 years old, has healing powers, however, her mother seems to insist that she not try to heal her, because she says it is her "time". We need you here imediatly; the woman said she is being tracked be Tom Riddle.
Seamus Finnigan
Harry read the letter in disbelief. It looked as if the woman had been caught in some sort of time warp. He shook his head sadly, wondering if the woman and her daughter had maybe just lost their minds. Voldemort had not begun his rage of power until 1972, unless this woman was being especially targetted. Exasperated, he kissed his wife goodbye and aparated to the hospital doors.
Seamus was waiting there with a grim expression on his face. "Follow me," he said. Harry followed him through the hosital doors and straight to the elevator.
"Seamus, what is going on?" Harry asked, still skeptical of the story.
"The woman," Seamus began, "Claims to be Anna May Black, sister to Orion Black, father to Sirius and Regulous Black. She also claims to have been raped by You-Know-Who himself, resulting in her daughter, Krysta Elfrida Riddle. We did some tests, to see if it was true, and were apalled to find that it is..."
Harry stared at him. Voldemort had a daughter? What the hell was this? Some sick joke? He slapped a hand to his scar. "Damnit! This was supposed to be over!"
Seamus looked grim. "It sort of is, I guess. The girl detests her father for making her drink Phoenix tears when she was a baby, thus giving her healing powers. The Dark Lord had planned on using her as a pawn, but her mother had other ideas. She escaped where You-Know-Who was holding them captive when her daughter was 6, and ran away. She managed to take refuge in America. Of course, she tried to get back in order to send her daughter to Hogwarts and join the Order of the Phoenix, but that went wrong. Instead of reaching Hogwarts by broomstick, she and her daughter were trapped in a thunderstorm. The thunderstorm became a sort of time-warp, and landed them in the house of Simeon Standpole early this morning. The mother is about to die, Harry. Let her die in peace. Then we must discuss what will happen to Miss Riddle."
The elevator doors opened, and Harry followed Seamus into a room that was empty except for a woman propped up on a couple of pillows. She seemed strong, even in her moment of weakness, and looked about 30 or so. Harry went to her bedside and sat down on the empty chair next to her.
"Ah, finally, an auror," she said. "What is your name?"
"Harry Potter," he told her. "And it is the year 2022. You are safe now."
"Hardly," she replied. "Voldemort is after us..."
"I killed Voldemort 19 years ago."
The woman looked impressed. She smiled slightly. "Well, good... But if it was you... Harry Potter... Then you must know... Everything."
She looked at him as if she thought he was missing something that he so desperatly needed to know.
"My memories should do the trick..." she said absentminedly. Harry conjured up a jar, handing her his wand. Slowly but surely, she took all her memories and put them into the jar. Then she looked back up at him, her eyes wide. "Look at these memories, Harry Potter. Look at them and understand. And I beg of you, do not kill my daughter. She hates her father as much as you or I. Understand, Harry Potter... Understand..."
She suddenly shut her eyes, whispering "My time has come..." and Harry took the jar, disbelieving.
Seamus spoke from behind him, "Harry, go ahead and look at those in a Penseive, then come back here and we will discuss the matter of Miss Riddle.
Harry didn't argue. He ran for the elevator, desperate to get home.
Harry arrived back at home in a daze, not sure what to think. He knew he had to get the memories into his Pensieve imediately, but he wasn't sure if he should go into them with some one else or not. Harry had eventually told his wife about the horcruxes and such, but he wasn't sure if she could see this. Soon, however, he decided she would have to know, along with him, and Ron and Hermione could watch the memories later. He rushed into his house, grabbed his wife by the hand and said quietly in her ear, "Call Ron and Hermione. I'm sending Lily to them now. I've got to show you something."
Ginny did not complain once, but rather called Hermione and apologized, saying that she needed alone time with Harry and was therefore sending Lily over to play with Hugo. Harry went up to Lily's room and told her she was going to Hugo's for a little while. She smiled at this, but then frowned at her father's face.
"Why do you look so sad, Daddy?" she asked curiously.
"I've got some business I need to attend to, sweetheart, and fast. Please hurry and get whatever you're taking; Hermione should be here to take you over soon."
"Ok," Lily said, shrugging, then began gathering some toys together.
Harry went back downstairs to Ginny, who looked at him with curious eyes. "What's going on, Harry? You look stressed."
He held up the jar of memories, and she gasped. "We need to watch these, as soon as we get Lily out of here. And then I want you to come back to work with me, because this concerns you too. My Godfather's cousin, one he never knew he had. Her name is Krysta Elfrida Riddle."
Ginny gaped at him for a moment, until the doorbell rang, and they heard the sound of Lily rushing down the stairs.
Harry opened the door to Hermione, who was looking confused. "Are you going to tell me what's really going on, or-"
"Later." Harry hissed. Lily rushed over to her Aunt.
"Aunty, are we going to do anything interesting today?" she asked, hanging onto her broomstick and doll.
"Sure, Lily," Hermione said, eyes still on Harry.
Ginny and Harry kissed their daughter goodbye, and when Hermione left with her, still confused, they hurried up the stairs to the Penseive.
"Is this something to do with him?" Ginny asked. She looked horrified.
"Yes... It had everything to do with him." Harry told her as they reached the Penseive. He poured its contents inside, threw the jar onto the bed, then grabbed Ginny's hand, pulling out his wand. The looked at each other for a moment, and then he prodded the memories, which began to swirl. Together, they leaned into the penseive, and fell into the memory.
The first thing Harry realized is that they were in an orphanage. It wasn't the same orphanage as Tom Riddle's, but he recognized the way it was set up. "It's an orphanage," he told Ginny faintly. Ginny only nodded, and Harry noticed her watching a little girl sweeping in the corner. She apeared to be the only one in the room. There was a knock on the door, and a woman came in, giving the girl a stern look. "Anna Black, a man is here to see you. He says his name is Professor Dumbledore, and he would like to talk with you and I for a moment."
Anna looked terrified. She stepped out of the room fearfully, and Harry was not surprised to see Professor Dippet, slightly different than when he had seen him with Tom, standing there. Anna surely was, however, because she kept her distance from him fearfully. He spoke to them, smiling.
"Hello, Miss Black. I am Professor Dippet, headmaster of Hogwarts."
Anna just looked at him, still terrified, it seemed. The woman led them to a small room around the corner, with a few chairs, in which she and Dippet sat. Dippet smiled at her again. "Anna, where do you come from?"
"I-I don't know," she answered. The woman looked at Dippet.
"I do," she said. "And I believe I know why you are here."
Dippet stared at her. "What do you mean, Ms. Scantra?"
Ms. Scantra took a deep breath, then began to explain, "her mother's name was Sallia Black, and she came from a family of, as she told me, wizards."
Dippet stared at her in shock. "Sallia disapeared," he said. "And a very long time ago, at that!"
Ms. Scantra shook her head. "Sallia ran away. She hated her husband, but loved her little daughter. She came to us 8 months into her pregnancy, having run away from her husband. Her other child, her son Orion, she could not take with her, but yet she saved Anna. She told us that the girl's name was to be Anna May Black, that her brother was Orion Black and her father was Procyon Black. She said that when the girl turned 11, some one would come and say that she was to be taken to a school called Hogwarts, to teach these wizards and witches. She said not to worry, but also not to let the girl go, because she feared that if we did, the child's life would be in danger."
Dippet shook his head. "She must be trained in the magical ways, Ms. Scantra. It is wizarding law that a wizard or witch must train her."
"Is there any other private Witchcraft school?" asked Ms. Scantra.
"Well... There are a few. I can come back in about a week and give you a couple of them to choose from. Contact me through muggle post if you need me; here is the address:"
Harry saw Professor Dippet hand her a little piece of paper.
"Please do reconsider, as Hogwarts is a very good school for young witches and wizards."
"Thank you," the woman said. "I will think about it."
Dippet gave Anna one last sad look, then left.
The scene changed.
It was dark in the orphanage, and Ginny squeezed Harry's hand. "Look," she whispered, pointing at the window. A hooded figure on a broomstick stood by the window. He opened it with his wand, and climbed through. Harry squinted in the dark, trying to see who it was, and was very surprised to see Tom Riddle staring back. Harry whirled arounnd to see Anna lying awake in her bed. She was about to scream when Riddle silenced her with his wand.
"Hush, child," Riddle said, and he kidnapped her, riding with her on his broom out the window. Harry and Ginny found themselves floating along beside them. Anna looked as if she might pass out, but she stayed on the broom, bravely hanging on to her captor. After a while, it seemed that the silence had worn off, and she took a deep breath, saying,
"Where are you taking me?"
Her voice was shaky, but pretty nonetheless. She could have been a wonderful singer.
Riddle laughed, and it was a little evily. Harry wondered why and where he could be taking her now.
"Nowhere you've been before," he said, and silenced her with his wand again.
Eventually, they began to descend in the woods, to a little shack-like house that made Harry think of Little House on the Prarie. Anna watched hopelessly as they descended, and Harry knew she was afraid.
Riddle pulled her into the shack, tied her down into a chair, and stood as if he was a cop questioning a criminal.
"Who are you?" he asked her roughly. She was barely able to speak.
"A-Anna May Black," she answered fearfully.
"You cannot be a Black!" Riddle exclaimed. "Orion has no siblings!"
"O-Orion is my b-brother," she said, still terrified.
"Lies!" Riddle exclaimed, and he pointed his wand at her. "Crucio!"
Anna screamed. Harry wanted desperatly to turn away, but he knew he had to watch. After a while, Riddle pulled back and began to use Oclumensy.
After a moment, he pulled out of that too.
"So," he said. "You are a pureblood witch. I should have guessed... You are in luck, child. You will be used to carry on my family line... Once you have turned 19. Then you will know pain, oh yes... But first we must get you a wand... Imperio!" he exclaimed, and the girl's body went limp. With a flick of his wand, Riddle untied the ropes around her and made her stand.
"Come on, Black. We are going to pay Olivander a little visit..."
The scene changed.
They must have been in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, because the were in a place that looked somewhat like the one they had trained as Dumbledore's Army in. He was teaching her magic, and being VERY impatient about it. She was trying to transfigure a match into a needle.
"Come on, come on!" Riddle exclaimed. "Can't you get anything right?" he asked impatiently. Anna began to cry.
"Crucio!" said Riddle, and the scene changed again.
They were back in the Room of Requirement, but this time Riddle had gone, and Anna had grown, looking about 13 now. She sat in a chair close by the statue on which Harry had once put Ravenclaw's Tiara, and she wore bright red robes. Riddle entered then, and he looked smug.
"It seems you have learned everything you must. And we must leave. Imperio!"
Anna was still under the spell, but it seemed that she was now resisting, only pretending to follow orders. Harry and Ginny knew she was getting stronger, but Riddle didn't seem to notice anything new. He handed her a broom, and they flew out of the room, leaving it forrever. The scene changed again.
They were back in the old shack. Anna was sitting on a couch, alone. She was wearing a larger size of the same red robes, and Harry guessed that Riddle had resized them for her. She had a tired look about her, until Riddle entered. Then she seemed to straighten, determined not to let him get to her.
"Well, well you're in luck," Riddle whispered in the darkness. "I heard today is your nineteenth birthday. Your lucky day. I promised you would carry on my line."
Anna's set look suddenly faltered, and she looked horrified. "No," she whispered.
"Yes," Riddle answered her. Harry, suddenly realizing what was coming, gripped Ginny's hand still more tightly.
Riddle grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up the stairs, and Harry, not wanting to watch or hear, was very thankful when the scene chagned.
Anna was holding a tiny, black-haired baby, a little girl. It was obvious that she had given birth in the shack, without any sort of pain killers. She looked weak and afraid. Riddle stood over her, examining the child.
"Well," he said, watching the little sleeping girl. "She has turned out well. Make sure you feed her three drops of this every morning."
He held out a bottle to her, which Harry knew was filled with Phoenix Tears. Anna seemed to know this too, because she looked horrified.
"How did you get those?" she asked.
"Oh, I met a Pheonix on the way through Albania..."
As he walked out of the room, the scene changed again.
The baby, Krysta, was now around three years old. She toddled to her mother, who smiled warmly at the little girl. It was easy to see how much they loved and stood by each other, no matter who Krysta's father was. Krysta had long, wavy hair that Anna had obviously refused to cut, and she looked a little like Sirius. Like a Black.
"Mommy," the little girl said, and her voice was even prettier than Anna's. "Do I have to take the tears today?"
Anna smiled. "Today is the day you get to stop."
The little girl looked excited about this. "Oh, thank you mommy!" she exclaimed and ran into her mother's arms. Instantly, she looked healthier.
"Krysta, you're doing it again. I told you I don't need physical strength unless I ask for it."
Krysta smiled. "You never ask for it."
Suddenly Riddle burst into the room. Anna seized her child and held her close. Krysta looked terrified.
"Another one gone!" Riddle exclaimed, and Anna glared.
"Another what exactly?" she asked.
Riddle glared back at her. "It is none of your business, mongrel." Krysta whimpered.
Anna set her daughter down. "The why do you keep me here, Riddle? As long as I am here, it is all my business."
Riddle laughed. "Why? because you plan on informing the Order of the Phoenix? Crucio!"
Krysta watched, horrified, as her mother fell to the ground, twitching, face twisted in pain. Angry, Harry heard a crack, and Riddle was blasted backward. Anna got to her feet.
"You will learn to respect your father, child!" Riddle yelled, and set the Cruciatis Curse on his own daughter, who fell to the ground and began to scream. Ginny turned her face into Harry's shoulder, unable to watch, and Harry put his arm around her.
The scene change again, so Ginny looked up. Anna had her wand lighted, and was leading her daughter, now six, through the house.
"Just be very quiet, Krysta, and we'll get out easily," she whispered. Krysta was very silent. Harry wondered if she had spoken since the last incident.
Anna led her to a closet, where she unlocked the door and grabbed two broomsticks.
"C'mon, Krysta, get on up..." Krysta got on the broomstick with her mother following on the second. She carefully instructed her daughter on how to ride the broomstick, then had her get off so they could get out.
Anna and Krysta walked as quickly and silently as possible to the door. Anna opened that with her wand too. They ran outside, and both hopped onto the broomsticks. As soon as they had both kicked off and were in the air, Krysta did a couple of loop-de-loops. She laughed, a beautiful childish sound, and her mother laughed with her.
"We're free, momma," Krysta exclaimed.
"Yes, Krysta," Anna told her daughter. "We're free."
The scene changed.
Krysta was 10 or 11 now, and her mother was strapping a trunk to two broomsticks.
"Why are we going back, momma?" Krysta whined.
"Because you need an education, and I need to join the Order of the Phoenix," her mother replied. Krysta looked happier all of the sudden.
"You mean we'll defeat him?" she said excitedly.
Anna nodded. "We'll be safer, and we can help rise against him. I won't be totally at peace until he is dead..."
Krysta nodded in agreement.
They soon had the trunk strapped to both brooms, and Krysta's mother had bewitched it to way much less. Then they were off.
The scene changed again, fast-forwarding to them over the Atlantic Ocean. There was a huge storm on its way, and Harry knew brooms were not as fast as they were now back then, and he knew they would not escape the storm, despite Anna's reassurance to her daughter.
"We'll make it through, Krysta, hold on."
"I can't, Mom, I'm going to crash into the sea!"
"No you won't, no you won't..."
They rode on, faster and faster. The storm seemed to speed up when they did. It caught up with them, and they began to swirl in a water spout-
And the scene changed again. This time they had apeared in front of the muggle, Simeon. He screamed. Krysta had passed out, but her mother whispered, "Dumbledore..."
And Harry and Ginny fell out of the Pensieve, both shaking uncontrolably.
A/N: I couldn't help myself; I had to give Krysta some sort of strange power that set her apart, because Voldemort was going to use her to keep him and his Death Eaters strong. Don't be angry with me; I had to set her apart somehow...
And you will see why she doesn't like taking the tears later.