Even though the future seems far away,

it is actually beginning right now.

July 18th, 1971

Freefolk House, Laverstoke Lane 58, Hampshire, Great Britain

Somewhere in the middle of the English countryside, covered by a disillusionment charm, stood a large mansion. The old but lovely natural stone shined as the sun beat down on it. Neatly trimmed bushes edged along the perfect driveway. In front of the house stood a big marble fountain. A small angel holding a flower was perched on top, looking up towards the sky. Water spurted from its other hand, which lay gently out in front of it, as if waiting for someone to take it in return. If you'd take the time to view the angel, you would notice that every once and a while, it dismissed its graceful form and sat down to rest. The windows of the mansion had royal cream coloured curtains hanging on the other side of them, drawn so that the sunlight could enter the mansion with much grace.

Inside the mansion, the Lady of the house made her way towards the west wing. Her black hair was gracefully braided in an unique way. Her expensive suede , dark blue robe high lightened her small waist. The swell of her breasts edged over her corset gracefully. "Casius!" Her gentle, but still loud voice held a smile. Her fingers carried the envelope carefully as she made her way to the drawing room.

Her husband peaked his head from outside the doorpost, looking at his wife with a grin. "Yes, my love?"

She waved the parchment in front of his face. "Eleonore's letter arrived."

His blue, gentle eyes had to blink in realization. His sand coloured hair peeked roughly on his head as his hand made its way through it. "I think it's time that we realize our little girl is all grown up now."

Gisila crooked her head, a sad smile curved on her face. "Yes. Unfortunately."

Casius Fulco Darensbourg squinted his eyes at his beautiful wife, "What if we hide the letter and tell her she's a squib? Then she won't have to leave us."

"I think your Slytherin side is getting the best of you. The first thing she'd do after buying her wand is stun you." The black haired woman playfully answered.

Casius crooked his eyebrow at his wife and held back a grin. "She is so much like you. Too smart for her own good."

His eyes scanned Gisila's face. Eleonore was definitely the spitting image of her mother. The almond shaped green eyes that pierced through his soul stood a little more apart than normal. The little perfect, button nose. They even had the same lips; the small, plumb mouth. Bottom lip slightly larger than the upper. His wife was tall, with a tiny waist and Casius could tell by the way his daughter was growing every the day, she'd turn out to have her mother's perfect figure.

The only thing he had in common with his daughter was her cunning mind and razorblade cheekbones.

"Maybe she'll be a Ravenclaw." Gisila Darensbourg Neé Peverell provoked.

In respond her husband shook his head fiercely. "Our daughter might have wit but she's too fierce to be a Ravenclaw. She follows her heart, not her mind. No, she'll take after her father, a bright Slytherin."

The black haired woman smiled, her rational mind thinking out loud, "She's too bold to be a Slytherin, too honest."

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" Casius responded, a slight smirk on his lips.

His wife raised her eyebrow in challenge, "Yes. We'll just have to see. Minnie?" Gisila shouted, calling the house-elf. Instantely the magical creature appeared in front of the couple. Minnie wore a floral, pink pillowcase across her tiny chest and a bright smile. She had served the Peverells for a long time before moving into Freefolk House along with her mistress. She was a ruthless protector of the household and had a knack for pampering Eleonore, treating her as a princess.

"The mistress called Minnie?" Her tiny voice squeaked with enthusiasm. "Minnie happy to help."

"Minnie, would you mind waking up Eleonore? Tell her she's required in the dining room for breakfast." Gisila kindly asked.

The house-elf nodded her head and snapped her fingers, leaving the west wing of the house to apparate to Eleonore's room. Minnie immediately noticed to shut curtains and snapped her fingers to open them. The drapes gracefully edged themselves around the window. Sunlight beamed through the room. "Miss Ellie, time to wake up. Master and Mistress expect you in the dining room for breakfast."

In reply, Eleonore groaned, trying to block the light from her eyes by burying her face in her pillow. "Ten more minutes, Minnie."

"Minnie wants to dress Ellie. Ellie needs to wake up and bathe."

The eleven year old knew that it was no use. The house-elf would continue pestering her until she'd get into the tub and even then, she'd have to command her to leave the bathroom. She knew Minnie would want to wash her hair. When she was a child Ellie would let her, but now stepping into her teenage years, she was more tentative. She wanted to be an adult, she didn't need Minnie's help anymore.

"I'm up, Minnie." Elie mumbled, throwing her feet over the canopy bed.

"Minnie shall bring Miss' clothes." The house-elf quickly snapped her fingers and Ellie knew she was leaving for the dresser. She just prayed to god the quirky elf wouldn't pick out another pink outfit.

Eleonore rubbed her eyes once again and sighed, at least she had a good amount of sleep. She knew it was best to hurry up and not keep her parents waiting. When she stepped inside the marble bathroom, the standing tub was already filled and the scent of lavender took over the room. She quickly stepped out of her cream coloured, satin nightdress and relaxed when her small body dipped inside the warm water.

She didn't have much time to relax though, fifteen minutes later Minnie appeared next to the bad tub to usher her out. Eleonore didn't struggle, she just let the house-elf do her thing. Putting up a fight against Minnie was useless. "Did father and mother tell you why I need to wake up so early?"

"Minnie cannot tell young miss but Minnie's very excited." The elf eagerly nodded her head, her big ear moving along. She was braiding Eleonore's hair with her small hands. "Minnie will miss Ellie."

Elonore looked a little confused but shrugged, finally stepping off the stool when the house-elf finished. Her expensive Bordeaux, suede robe covered her skinny body. She nodded to Minnie, "Thank you. I will go to the dining room now."

Her feet marched towards the hallway, descending down the big center staircase that took over the main hallway. The expensive chandelier hanging on the ceiling radiated in the daylight. She made her way towards the west wing of the house, passing various paintings waving at her. When she finally entered the dining room, she could see her parents sitting at the long table. Her father was seated at the head of the table, her mother sat next to him. They immediately stilled when they saw their daughter entering the room. "Eleonore dear, did you sleep well?" Her father questioned with kind eyes.

"Yes, I did father. Thank you." She nodded her head, making her way towards the seat right across from her mother. She swiftly planted herself on it.

"Tea for Miss Ellie?" Minnie appeared next to her in a sudden movement.

"I would love some tea, thank you." Eleonore nodded her head at the house-elf, watching how her cup filled itself with tea.

"No milk for young miss. Just a small spoon of sugar." Minnie spoke proudly, knowing how Eleonore took her tea. She twirled her finger and focusing on the cup of tea. A spoon circled around in the drink.

"We received a letter for you this morning, dear." Her mother spoke, ignoring the knife spreading some marmalade on the toast in front of her. "This is for you."

Eleonore watched how her mother passed the letter to her. "Thank you." Her small fingers wrapped itself around the well-founded envelope. Her eyes scanned the elegant lettering on top of it.

Miss Eleonore Gisila Darensbourg

The Room at the End of the Hallway

West Wing, Freefolk House

Laverstoke Lane 58

Hampshire

"Is this what I think it is?" Ellie eyes enthusiastically adverted from her father's anticipated gaze towards her mother's proud one.

"Open it." Her father gently requested, his blue eyes kindly staring at his daughter.

The dark haired girl immediately nodded her head, following her father's instructions. Her small, but delicate, manicured fingers gently opened the flap. She pulled out the parchment and unfolded it. The handwriting was elusive and detailed as her eyes scanned the words, a beam spread on her expression.

To: Miss Eleonore Gisila Darensbourg

The Room at the End of the Hallway

West Wing, Freefolk House

Laverstoke Lane 58

HAMPSHIRE

Dear Miss Darensbourg,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed a list of all necessary and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31th.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonnagal

Deputy Headmaster

Ellie's eyes scanned the next paper, which contained the books she had to buy and the instructions for her robes. She still needed a lot of things including a wand, a cauldron, a telescope, crystal phials and brass scales. Maybe she'd be able to convince her parents to get her an owl. She could feel the excitement rising in her chest.

Finally a place where she could depend on herself. As much as these four walls held the protection and love she needed, it was time for her to take the plunge in a new world. She knew her parents would be concerned and felt a little bad about leaving them to go to a boarding school. This house was just too big for them.

Still, she didn't like being taken cared for, even at young age. She had always been pampered, treated as a princess. Yes, in times, her attitude and character had adjusted to that knowledge. Eleonore could be cunning and sometimes a little arrogant but she was raised with values of greater things.

She was the last of the ancient house of Darensbourg line but her father had never treated her any differently.

Of course, Ellie knew that he would have preferred an heir but when her mother couldn't get pregnant anymore after Ellie was born, he didn't hold any grudge. Casius Fulco Darensbourg loved his family with all his heart and wouldn't have traded them for the world. He knew that his house name would die alongside his daughter, but he was immensely proud of the woman she already turned out to be.

Even at the age of eleven, she still surprised him. She could make comebacks a Slytherin wouldn't have been able to think of. She held her father's respect in high regard. He always thought his wife was the most beautiful creature that walked the earth until he met his daughter. She was bright and beautiful. Her eyes were greener than her mother's and her sharp cheekbones had the potential to break many hearts in the future. He felt almost guilty for the man she'd bring home one day.

Every single person sitting at the dining table had blood purer than unicorn hair running through their veins but they were not conceited. They were down to earth. Casius and Gisila knew that times were changing, but they would always choose the side of The Light.

"Tomorrow we'll go the Diagon Alley, dear." Her mother smiled, leaning across the table to cover her hand over her daughter's wrist.

Her father nodded his head at her, sipping from his tea. "We have no doubts that you'll be a powerful, crafty witch."

"You have already made us so proud." Her mother smiled, nodding her head along with her husband. "Now let us eat peacefully and we can do whatever you please today Eleonore."

Ellie grinned, swallowing back the thoughts of telling her mother she just wanted to sleep for another hour or two. "Then I would like to play some music today. Preferably the piano."

"I have some excellent new Bach compositions to try out. I have heard from an excellent source at work that he's still hiding somewhere in Sweden. I've always enjoyed the way he so skillfully-" Casius adjusted his eyes towards his daughter, who now was staring at her plate. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"I just-" The young girl sighed, biting her plumb lip in doubt. "Do you think I'll make friends there?"

"Of course you will, dear." Her mother spoke reassuringly. "You'll make friends very hastily. They'll love you. What's not to love?"

"What if I don't, though? What if they hate me and I end up being all by myself?" Ellie questioned, staring at her parents. Being an only child and none the less, an overprotected one didn't have much advantage in that department. Eleonore sometimes had a case of an ultimate resting bitch face with people she didn't know. She liked sarcastic comments and when she was just a young child, her father was afraid her eyeballs would roll back in her head and stay there. He held his heart for her puberty years. Casius knew she only did it to protect herself, his daughter had many layers. Her insecurities were covered by a cynical coat.

"I heard Fleamont Potter's son is attending Hogwarts this year. You know James, right?" Casius spoke, hoping to be able to soothe his daughter.

"The last time you saw James you kicked him off his broom, Eleonore. Remember?" Gisila spoke, nodding her head eagerly.

"That was almost seven years ago, mother. I hardly think he'd recall me." Ellie mumbled, gracefully attempting to stick her fork into the pieces of scrambled egg lying on her plate.

Her mother gave her a mischief grin, "I don't think he'd forget you very quickly. You gave him quite a smooch when he fell."

"I have no idea what you were thinking, Eleonore, kissing that boy on the mouth just because he was crying." Her father shook his head at her with a held back grin.

"Daddy." Ellie groaned, trying to forget the memories of her planting her plumb lips onto James Potter's thin ones. "You are not making me feel any better. He'll hate me."

"I am certain he'll one day be very proud that you were his first kiss, Eleonore."

She held back her bad-tempered comments. She was raised better than to snap annoyingly at her mother. She just hoped James Potter wouldn't remember the kiss they shared when they were toddlers.

"And if he makes fun of you kissing him, you can always comment that he cried for thirty minutes because he fell the total amount of 8 inches off his toy broom." Her father replied, raising his eyebrow at his daughter in a teasing way.

"I will remember that, father." Ellie smiled, a mischief twinkle in her eye.

She couldn't help but notice the way her father made eyecontact with her mother as he mouthed, 'Slytherin.' Ellie tried not to laugh when her mother rolled her eyes at her husband.

July 19th, 1971

Diagon Alley, London, Great Britain

Gisila Darensbourg neé Peverell and Eleonore Darensbourg eagerly made their way towards the Leaky Cauldron, using the floo network. She noticed how her mother said a cordial but nice goodmorning to the landlord and barman, Tom. In reply, he bowed his head gently at both woman.

"It's a pleasure to see you once again, Miss Darensbourg." Tom grinned, shifting his eyes between the attractive woman and her child.

"It has been a while indeed. Eleonore is attending Hogwarts this year, we're here to shop for equipment." Ellie heard her mother speak. Eleonore's hand was gently intertwined into hers as she silently stared at the barman with caution. "We better get to it, I will see you again soon, hopefully?" Ellie knew her mother just said that to be friendly.

"Of course, Mister Darensbourg and you are always welcome here." He smiled in an approachable matter, ignoring Ellie.

"Thank you, Tom. I grant you a delightful day." Eleonore felt her mother tugging on her hand, silently mentioning Ellie to follow her towards the entrance of Diagon Alley.

The small girl shadowed her mother, curiosity taking over. She had never been to Diagon Alley before and couldn't help but let her eyes explore. "Keep close to me." Her mother simple stated, never letting go of the girl's hand.

The colourful, glittering window displays of spellbooks, potion ingredients, and cauldrons were craving for her attention. Ellie didn't think her eyes would be able to take it all in. Wizards and witches of all kinds walked through the small main street, not even caring who they'd bump into. Many of them wore sophisticated robes, none of them as refined as her mother's and hers but she couldn't help but feel the stares of people towards her mother and her.

It had been a while indeed since the Darensbourg's ran around so publicly.

Ellie couldn't help but gaze at the immense, white building on the right of her. Her mother immediately noticed the way she did. "We do not need to go to Gringotts, dear." The green eyed girl turned her attention off the building, giving her mother a slight nod. "Let us go to Madam Malkin's first. Then we can go to Ollivander's for your wand."

The eleven year old didn't fight. She held on tight to her mother's hand when they marched towards the north side of Diagon Alley. It was extremely busy. It appeared as if many children had received their Hogwarts letter these past days and they all wanted to have their equipment as soon as possible. When mother and daughter finally entered the shop, they had to wait in line. Madam Malkin was currently busy on another child in the back.

Gisila immediately spotted Epilaes Henderson and smiled at her. "Epilaes, it's been a long time since I've seen you. I hope you're doing well."

The blonde woman beamed back, giving Ellie's mother a kiss on the cheek. "Gigi, I'm doing remarkable. Alice got her Hogwarts letter two days ago, we're all very excited. She's getting fitted right now." The woman adverted her eyes towards the dark haired girl. "This must be Eleonore. My my, they grow up fast, don't they?"

"Unfortunately they do, Eleonore is also starting her first year at Hogwarts."

Eleonore did what she was taught to do. She smiled brightly and nodded her head. "I am very motivated to start the year."

She still couldn't stop herself to let her eyes wander off when her mother and Epilaes continued to speak. There were various kinds of dresses hanging from the racks in all sorts of colours. She even spotted one that changed from red to gold every two minutes. There were a flyers hanging off the wall, 'A mid-season sale up to 50% off selected lines!', 'All robes are self-ironing and self-repairing!'.

When Madam Malkins finally popped up behind the counter and a girl with auburn hair, bobby hair walked back towards her mother, Ellie couldn't help but draw her attention towards her. She gave her a little smile which the girl gladly returned. "I'm Alice Henderson."

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Eleonore Darensbourg, but you can call me Ellie." Alice immediately liked the taller girl. "I heard from your mother that you are also starting Hogwarts this year."

Alice nodded her head, ignoring the chat her mother and Ellie's mother were having in the background. "You are too?"

Ellie moved her head, "Yes. I'm a little nervous though." She confessed.

"I thought I was the only one, I'm petrified." The girl stated, widening her eyes.

Ellie was about to reply when her mother called her, "Eleonore, it's time to get your robes now. Say goodbye."

"Okay, mother." She immediately turned her attention towards Alice, silently praying that she just might have made one friend. "I'll hopefully see you on the train or in school?"

The girl grinned in reply, "Of course. It was nice to meet you. Cannot wait until I know which house I'm in." Eleonore couldn't help but think that this girl just might be a Hufflepuff.

It didn't take long for Madam Malkin to measure up her size. The measuring tapes magically did their work as she stood there a little awkwardly with raised arms. Madam Malkin's critical eye moved over her body, "Gisila, I remember that you almost had the same sizes when you came into this shop almost thirty years ago. She's tall for her age. Very beautiful. I have no doubt that she'd be a wonderful model for my clothing line when she's an adult."

Ellie almost snapped at woman but stood gracious, her academic interests were a little higher than just being a pretty face. Her mother replied with a proud smile, "Eleonore has intentions of becoming a healer, don't you dear?"

"Yes, mother."

"But let us just start off with Hogwarts, then we'll see what happens in the future." Ellie could spot the flawless smile on her mother's face, yet her green eyes looked uncertain. She knew times were getting darker. She was not an idiot. She read the Daily Prophet behind her father's back and sometimes caught her parents talking about a case at her father's work. Muggleborns being murdered, whole families disappearing off the earth and the blackmailing ability of the ministry. Her parents never spoke of it towards her though. She sometimes felt like they were trying to hide reality.

When they finally purchased three set of plain black robes, one plain hat for outings, a winter cloak and a pair of dragon hides gloves, they managed to walk south towards Ollivander's wand shop. The bell immediately jingled when they entered the unkempt, dark looking shop. Garrick Ollivander immediately smiled at both of them. "Gisila Darensbourg; alder wood, unicorn hair, 10 inches."

Her mother playfully rolled her eyes, "Garrick Ollivander, still a show off."

The grey haired man laughed, throwing back his head. "I have always been that way, haven't I?" His eyes adverted towards the girl standing next to her mother. "Peverell's genes are definitely taking over."

Gisila smiled, "Don't be fooled Garrick, she might look like a Peverell but Eleonore definitely has the Darensbourg personality."

"A cunning mind then. I'm very curious indeed." Eleonore felt small as the man behind the counter watched her over his glasses. "Let us get started then." She immediately noticed him turning around, "Let me just pick out a few wands that would be suitable for a cunning, bright mind." Ollivander took a few wand boxes out of the back and placed them on top of the counter. He opened the first one, offering her the box to take out the wand. Eleonore immediately grabbed the black wand and wanted to mumble a thank you but before she could, the man already grabbed it from her hand and pushed it back in the box. "No, this is not your wand."

She adverted her eyes towards her mother standing at the side. "Try this one. Blackthorn wood, dragon heartstring, 11"5 inches. The wand of a warrior." She couldn't help but notice her mother's concerned look as she took the dark, rough wand in her right hand. It didn't really do anything for her.

"Give it a little swing." Ollivander suggested.

She immediately did, pointing towards the door. The glass inside of it burst and shattered on the floor in a loud explosion. Her mother yelped, jumping aside. Ollivanders eyes widened as he grabbed the wand out of her hands instantaneously. "Oh no, no, no." He shook his head fiercely, shuddering. "This is not going to happen." He muttered to himself.

Eleonore watched how her mother grabbed her own wand and cast a Reparo. The glass carefully flew back towards the door and repaired itself. "I apologize, mother."

"It's alright, sweetheart." Her mother gave her a thin smile.

Ellie turned her attention back towards the wand-maker. He turned towards her mother, ignoring her all together. "She's a complex one, isn't she?"

"I told you she takes after her father." Gisila answered with a smug grin.

"Indeed, indeed. Let's try this one then. Spruce wood, phoenix feather, 11", brittle flexibility. " Ellie watched how the man opened another box, revealing a light tinted wand. It wasn't white but cream colored with much detail. She thought it was beautiful. The moment she took it in her hand, she felt a warm feeling inside of her and her eyes widened. She heard her mother clap enthusiastically in the background as Ollivander stared at her with a twinkle and a smile.

"I see you have chosen your side already. Very curious indeed." He made eye-contact with her mother and she could only assume that they were having a quiet conversation. "This wand is made out of spruce wood." He informed Eleonore. "It is quite true that it requires particular deftness to work with spruce. It is ill-matched with cautious or nervous natures. This wand can be positively dangerous in fumbling fingers. It can have its own ideas."

"It's very beautiful." Eleonore stated, her eyes still glued upon her wand.

"It is very refined, yes but have no reservations, spruce wood is usually very compatible with the bold spell caster. It is very capable of producing particularly flamboyant and dramatic effects." Ollivander stated.

"The perfect wand for a Darensbourg, if you ask me." Gisila chuckled, pleased that her daughter finally had her own wand. "Thank you, Garrick. You did a remarkable job once again."

"Your daughter gave me quite a challenge."

"She wouldn't be a daughter of mine if she didn't." Gisila smiled, placing the amount of galleons on the counter.

Ollivander's eyes glimmered, "That is very true. I wish you both a wonderful day."

They said their goodbyes quickly and before they knew it mother and daughter were once again strolling through Diagon Alley. Eleonore couldn't help but be relieved. The fact that she know had a wand meant that she was a real witch. She couldn't wait to show it off towards her father. She followed her mother towards Flourish and Blotts, where they bought Ellie's books for her very first year at Hogwarts. Immediately afterwards they visited Potage's cauldron shop for more equipment. It was however the Magical Menagerie that drew Ellie's attention.

"Would you like a pet companion for Hogwarts?" Her mother curiously asked, noticing how her daughter stared at the cages behind the windowsills.

"Can I have one mother?" Eleonore couldn't help but voice her excitement. She never had a pet before.

Gisila nodded her head, "Let us have a look inside."

The moment they stepped inside, Eleonore had to hold her breath. There were so many animals. From toads to cats to owls. Many of the owls were sleeping, they looked like they didn't have a care in the world but one caught her attention. She could read that is was a male. His almond, yellow eyelids stared at her from behind its cage. He looked a little malicious, it was nearly as if its squinted her eyes at her in an oppressive matter. His black feathers held one solo white patch on it's right feather.

The sales accountant immediately walked towards her. "If you want your fingers remain intact, I suggest you don't put them in the cage. He's a nasty one. Bites."

Ellie's eyes shifted from the man towards the owl once again, "Sweetheart, let us look a bit further, alright? There's still plenty of animals to choose from." She heard her mother speak.

She couldn't help herself, the owl was looking at her in challenge as she stared back into his yellow eyes. She raised her hand carefully towards the cage to watch the owl come closer. Pushing her one finger through the birdcage, she crooked her eyebrow at him in challenge. "Eleonore! Don't!" Her mother yelped, scared that her daughter would get hurt.

The owl on the other hand, pushed his head closer towards the small girl's finger. She crooked it to gently pat his soft feathers. The young sale accountant raised his eyebrows, "That hasn't happened before."

"I would like this one, mother."

She noticed how her mother made a concerned eye-contact with the sale accountant, almost begging him for advice to change her daughter's mind. "Eleonore…"

The shop assistant grinned. It was his lucky day, this owl had been sitting in his shop for two years straight, biting everybody that touched him, including himself. There was a chance he'd finally sell the damn animal. "I honestly think you'd have a loyal companion."

"I'll call him Archimedes. He looks like an Archimedes." Ellie stated, her finger still stroking his feathers.

Gisila knew it was no use. Her daughter had a stubborn mind, she had already named the damn owl. "Fine then, we'll take him."

Eleonore couldn't help but beam when the owl tried to snap it's beak towards the sales assistant one last time when he picked up the cage. She loved Archimedes already. She knew she'd have to teach him a thing or two, he was a little rough around the edges, but then again who wasn't. Her mother still held a look of concern when she paid for the owl.

The animal seemed content in the girl's hands. She knew her husband would be happy that the owl would snap at everyone trying to touch Eleonore and somehow that made her feel better. Gisila knew the black bird would have a protective streak, she could tell by its dominance.

She watched how her daughter happily carried the cage and tried to hold back a smile. "We should probably get home, your father's waiting for us."

They were almost at the Leaky Cauldron when they ran into someone again. Eleonore didn't know the stern looking woman but she could tell from her expensive robes that she carried herself with dignity and a certain amount of authority. Her mother immediately put her hand on Eleonore's shoulder. "Walburga." She could tell from the acknowledging tone that this was not one of her mother's best friends.

"Gisila." The woman nodded her head, not a trace of a smile on her face. Ellie tried to ignore the woman staring down at her. "Still don't have an heir, I see?"

Her mother tried to fake smile, being the better man. "We're perfectly happy with Eleonore. I see you have two."

"Sirius is starting Hogwarts this year, yes." Ellie watched how Walburga tried to push the oldest boy closer and tried not to laugh when he managed to slap his mother's hands away, telling her silently not to touch him. She could tell that Walburga tried not to scold her son in public.

"Eleonore is attending this year as well."

Sirius on the other hand noticed his mother's friend and daughter and couldn't help but notify the expensive looking robes both of them were wearing. Pure bloods, what else. His scrutinizing gaze towards Eleonore didn't go unnoticed. She was biting back every thought playing inside of her head. His grey eyes stared none impressively at her from underneath his dark hair.

What was this boy's problem?

"Orion and I are certain he will make us proud and carry on the Slytherin legacy." Ellie heard Walburga state.

Her attention snapped towards the boy when he sarcastically spoke, "Your owl looks happy." He pointed at the cage in the dark haired girl's hands. Ellie immediately knew his words weren't sincere. There was too much mockery.

"He looks meaner than he is." Ellie stated, widening her eyes in an innocent glance. "He's actually a sweetheart, he loves being pet." Her green eyes followed his hand movements towards the cage. The way he rolled her eyes at her didn't go up her alley and she knew that Archimedes thought the very same thing. She held back a grin when the owl nipped at his finger trying to pet him. He immediately drew back his hand and yelped. Ellie mockingly gasped, "That's the first time he's ever done that. I'm so sorry!"

She tried to hold back her own laughter when he gave her a death glare. "Get that animal away from me. Senseless owl." Sirius muttered.

He could see the twinkle in her eye and he knew from the moment on that she was a dreadful creature. Definitely a Slytherin, he believed, trying to bite back the pain in his fingers. His thoughts were interrupted by his mother barking at him. Walburga didn't ask once if her son was okay. "Sirius, move on."

He watched how the girl waved her hand at her, a contemptuous smirk on her face.

Sirius Black hated Eleonore Darensbourg already.

Eleonore couldn't help but laugh when she watched the woman and her two sons walk away. Her mother immediately turned towards her. "That wasn't very kind, Eleonore."

"I'm sorry, mother." She wasn't sorry at all. The boy seemed too full of himself. She didn't like his arrogance towards her and she would never regret Archimedes biting him.

"Don't apologize." Eleonore could hear the way her mother held back a smile. "I think you made an excellent choice by picking that particular owl. He has a way of assessing people in the most peculiar way."

Eleonore couldn't help but agree. "Who were they?"

"Walburga Black and her two sons, Sirius and Regulus. Sirius is attending Hogwarts this year. It is best if you stay clear of him." Gisila spoke, entering the Leaky Cauldron. "The Black family beliefs do not align with ours."

Eleonore Darensbourg hated Sirius Black already.

Author's note: A big thank you to Lightbabe and Blackhawk68 for taking your time to review. Thanks to the other two guest reviewers, even though I cannot reply, it means a lot. This is the first step of the journey of Eleonore Darensbourg. She's definitely a girl not to be messed with. Again, English is not my native language and there might be some errors (mainly in verbs, that's my weakness). If you know any beta's or you want to be mine, please hit me up. Please leave a review of how you feel about the story and where it's headed, it would help me. I'm having trouble creating a break line in between the sentences. It seems as if everytime I do, it doesn't save and ends up being smashed together again. Shift + enter doesn't work so if anyone knows how to. Please say so.