A/N: I'm back! To clear up some things, Anne
Anne: Yea?
Me: u still here?
Anne: yea.
Me: fine. U tell 'em.
Anne: er, tell them what?
Me: the thing about you and Harry….
Anne: OH! Me and Harry aren't brother and sister! Plus, Phoenix has to rewrite the day we met.
Harry: yea, she said didn't feel like going into depth that day…..
Me: Sorry guys! I'll let you know when it's up…. The manipulative old man was the Dumbledore reference. Yes, Dumbles is a bad guy in this story. Loveableheart got it right! Yay!
Harry: now, let's get this story on the road!
Disclaimer: nope, don't own! *sigh*
Chapter 3: Diagon Alley (Anne's day and PoV)
I woke up on birthday sad. Uncle Reg practically put me on house arrest. I just missed him. My best friend, Harry Potter. He was so sweet, brave, smart and loyal. He would do anything for me, and so would I for him. We both had the same birthday, July 31st. We usually spend the day together, but the Dursleys took him somewhere a few days ago. I was hoping to tell him I got a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I couldn't wait because him and I will be learning more magic! Teachers were going to teach us instead of ourselves!
I sighed and went into the bathroom. I took a shower, and went back to my room. I looked into the mirror. My red ringlets fell down a little passed my shoulders, and my eyes are a sapphire blue. I brushed my hair and placed it in a ponytail and got dressed in a blue tank top, jeans, and blue converses. I slid the key to my music box underneath my top. I pulled on a purple, fingerless glove on my right hand to hide the lighting blot scar on my wrist.
I don't know where the scar came from; I've always had it. It looked just like the one on Harry's forehead. I asked Uncle Reggie how I got it and he said it was from an unfortunate accident when I was a baby. I asked him what happened, but he always changed the subject. Harry said the Worley's (Dursley's) told him that he got it from the car accident that killed his parents. I told him they probably lied to him.
I headed downstairs and saw Uncle Reg's Daily Prophet. I picked it up and read it. I was shocked to see Harry's name on the front page.
Harry Potter Finally Rejoins the Wizarding World!
By Rita Skeeter
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, turns 11 today. Fewer ten years ago He-Who-Must-Not-Named went to village of Godric's Hollow and entered the home of James and Lily Potter. He killed Mr. and Mrs. Potter, when he went to kill the baby Harry, the curse rebounded off the baby, onto He-Must-Not-Be-Named. Why the killing curse rebounded off Harry remains a mystery. Since that fateful night, Harry was sent to live with his Muggle relatives. This September 1st, Harry will ride the Hogwarts Express to enter the prestigious European school, Hogwarts. (For more information on how He-Must-Not-Be-Named found the Potters, turn to page 9; hear what Silvia Platts thinks what house Harry Potter will be in, turn to page 5)
I turned to page 9 and read:
Sirius Black: Traitor and Mass Murder
By Rita Skeeter
Sirius Black, imprisoned for blowing up a street in Fate's Folly and killing 12 Muggles and a wizard, Peter Pettigrew, was the Secret Keeper for the Potters! He was a high-ranking Death Eater and sold them to He-Must-Not-Be-Named! He befriended James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Rose Evans, Remus Lupin, and Lily Potter nee Evans at school. Mr. and Mrs. Potter trusted Mr. Black with their and their son's safety. He is from a long line of Blacks that were in the Dark Arts. He acted different from the rest of them along with twin sister, Kathrina Mandrake nee Black. Turned out the apple doesn't fall far the tree. Mrs. Mandrake was mysteriously murdered along with her husband, Adam Mandrake, it is suspected a Death Eater murdered them, could it have been Sirius Black? His daughter, Annabeth Black, is to start Hogwarts this year. Will it be like daughter like father, or will she be different from the family? Will Mr. Potter have an enemy before he enters Hogwarts?
I sat there in shock. My father was accused of selling out Harry's parents and being a "Death Eater"? Uncle Regulus walked down the stairs, his black ear-length hair wet. He was wearing a dark gray shirt, black dress pants and a black robe.
"Uncle Reg, is it true?" I said still in shock.
"Is what true, Anna?" Uncle Reg asked.
"That Daddy was accused of killing 13 people, selling out Uncle Prongs and Aunt Tiger, and being a Death Eater?"
Uncle Reggie sighed. "Yes. I suggest you change your hair color. People know you have red hair."
"It's not fair. People shouldn't judge me before they know me because of my father. I'm not gonna change my hair color. I'm not gonna hide."
"You sound like Sirius when you say that." Uncle Reg sighed. "Come on, finish your cereal and we'll go to Diagon Alley."
After breakfast, Uncle Reggie told me to hold onto his arm and off we went. I felt like I was being pushed through tight rubber tube. We entered the Alley with a pop. I gasped and took several deep breaths. When I calmed down, I looked around the Alley. It was wonderful. People were bustling up and down the street. As we walked down the street people glared at me. I pretended not to notice them. We went into Gringotts and headed towards one of the goblins.
"Excuse me but Miss Black wishes to make a withdrawal from her trust vault. I have her key right here." Uncle Reg pulled out a small key from his left pocket and handed it to the goblin.
"Certainly, Griphook!" Another goblin came over to us. "Please escort Mr. and Ms. Black to the missus's trust vault." We went through a door on the left. The three of us climbed into the small cart. As we sped down towards the vault, I looked over the edge of the cart and swore I saw a dragon. When we got to the trust vault, Griphook took the key from Uncle Regulus, put the key in lock and turned it. As the vault door open, so did my jaw. There was soo much money in the vault. I mean I guessed we were rich, but if this is my trust vault, how much is in the main vault?
"Is this really just my trust vault?" I asked bewildered.
Uncle Reg laughed. "Yes, this is only your trust vault. It's supposed last you all through school, Anna. Here fill this bag up." He handed me a red bag. "Ok, the bronze ones are called Knuts, the silver coins are Sickles, and the gold ones are Galleons. 29 Knuts to a Sickle, 17 Sickles to a Galleon." I nodded as I filled the bag with coins. We got back in the cart and headed back up. We headed toward Madam Malkin's. When we enter the shop, I saw a white-blonde haired boy with blue-gray boy around my age.
"Anna, I have to go get some potions ingredients. While I'm there I'll the basic potions kit for you while I'm there. I'll be right back." Uncle Reg said. He gave me a hug and left.
"Draco, faire des Amis avec elle. Je vais désillusion moi-même. Ne me décevez pas. Ou autre." A tall man with long pale blonde hair and gray eyes whispered to the boy in French. He walked out, his black cloak billowing out behind him. The boy took my hand and kissed it.
"Hello, my fair maiden, my name is Draco Malfoy. What is your name?" Draco asked.
I laughed and said "My name is Anne Black, my good sir." A woman I assumed to be the owner entered and asked if we were here for Hogwarts uniforms. We said yes and she told us to stand on the stool. As we were getting fitted into our Hogwarts uniforms we talked.
"What House do you think you'll be in? Like my father, I'll be in Slytherin." Draco said.
"I don't know. I'd like to be in Gryffindor like my parents were. But if I get placed in another House, I wouldn't mind that much."
"Really? Mon père pourrait me tuer si je suis dans une autre Maison." Draco whispered. Then he said, "Won't your Uncle want you to be in Slytherin like him?"
"Nope. He doesn't care." I said. I whispered, "Pourquoi votre père vous tuer si vous êtes dans une autre Maison?"
"Il dit que ce n'est pas la façon Pur-sang." He whispered. In a normal volume he said, "Do you think they should let other kinds in? Mudbloods and Half-Bloods?"
"Yes! They have every right to an education! They are human beings too!" I said loudly hoping Mr. Malfoy heard me.
"Well, I disagree." Draco said, but his eyes said different.
The woman said I was done. As I stepped down from the stool, I said, "Well, then I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree. It was nice meeting you." I held out my hand.
He took it and shook my hand. "Yes, I guess we shall. I hope to see you on the train."
I left and saw Uncle Reg and walked towards him. I suddenly saw a bright blue jet of light towards me and I ducked. I looked in the general direction it came from, but I couldn't tell who it came from.
"Anna! Are you ok?" Uncle Reggie asked as he looked me over.
"Yeah. It missed." I reassured him. "Do you think it was someone who hates Daddy and wanted harm me because I'm his daughter?"
"Unfortunately, I think so Anna. Will change your hair color now? For your safety?"
"No. Like I said, I'm not going to hide and I stand by what it said." I said stubbornly.
"You are sooo stubborn. Sirius was the same, stubborn like a mule or however that saying goes." He sighed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's go get your books."
"Ok! Can we get other books than what's on the list? I want to get a book on jinxes and hexes and charm books."
"Um, sure we can. Maybe we'll get some potions book for Harry." Uncle Reg said shrewdly. I looked and saw he was smirking with a knowing look in his eyes. Did he know that Harry and I have been practicing magic in secret?
"Ok!" We entered Flourish and Blotts. We got my books and then he let me look around at the books I picked out: Guide to Complicated Potion Making Vol. 1, Healing Solutions for Beginners Volumes 3 & 4, Charming Charms, Guide for the Transformation Into an Animagus, Curses & Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends & Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying& Much, Much More) and Interesting Jinxes & Hexes for Dueling. We paid for the books and headed to the Magical Menagerie.
"Now, I think you should have a companion while you go to Hogwarts. What kind of animal do you want?"
"A cat! The school has owls I can use." I smiled.
"Ok." We went inside and I looked around. There many kinds of owls and cats of all colors. I walked around the shop looking at all the cats until I saw a little kitten. It was black with a white left front paw, white right ear, and the tip of its tail was white. It had silver eyes. "Uncle Reg! This one!"
"You sure, Anna?"
"Yes." I took the kitten to the counter and paid for a portable litter box, some cat toys, and some cat treats. I asked the woman at the counter what sex my kitten was. She told me it was a girl. I looked at her and said, "I think I'll call you Salem."
Finally, we headed towards Ollivander's. As we entered the wand shop, I could feel the crackle of magic in the air. Dust covered the floor. Uncle Reg sat down onto the fragile chair. A short man with shiny silver eyes came out from behind a bookshelf packed with boxes of wands.
"Ah, Miss Black, I was wondering when I would see you enter my shop." Mr. Ollivander said.
"Hold out wand hand, dear." I held out my left hand. "Your father, Sirius, bonded with a Hippogriff feather and Veela hair core; Hornbeam with a Rosewood handle; 10 inches. Unusual but powerful. Remus, on the other hand, preferred a phoenix feather and unicorn hair core; Rowan with a Pine handle; 10 and a quarter inches. Regulus, Unicorn hair and Hawthorn; 9 inches, correct?"
"Yes, that's correct." Uncle Reggie smiled and pulled out his wand. I noticed a tape measure was magically taking my measurement.
"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful substance, Ms. Black. We commonly use Phoenix feathers, unicorn hairs and Dragon Heartstrings. We do use Veela hairs, Hippogriff feathers, and Fairy Wings. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as two Unicorns, Phoenixes, Dragons, Hippogriffs, Veela, and Fairies are the same. And of course, you never get such good results with another wizard's wand. (A/N: I know, almost word for word what J.K. Rowling wrote. Let's just pretend he says this to everyone, ok?) Here, try this one, Dragon Heartstring core; Cherry; 9 inches." I took the wand and waved it. A light above us went out. "No, no, not that one. Try this one, Unicorn hair and Fairy wing; Willow; 10 and half inches." I held it in my hand and some boxes fell off the shelf. "Nope, Hippogriff feather and Phoenix feather; Mahogany with an Oak handle; 10 inches."
I barely held it when he said, "No, nope, not this one." And this continued until it felt like I had tried every wand in the shop. Mr. Ollivander seemed to get more excited as I tried out wands.
"I wonder. Here, try this one Ms. Black. Cherry; Phoenix feather; 10 inches." I held it and felt a slight warmth within me. I waved it and red, blue, green, and yellow sparks came out of the wand. "I believe I found the perfect wand for you. Very interesting. Very interesting."
"Excuse me, Mr. Ollivander, but what's interesting?" I asked.
"The Phoenix feather came from the same feather in He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Mr. Harry Potter's wand. You will either be a great alley to Mr. Potter or -Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and a grave enemy of the other, Ms. Black." I looked down at my wand in shock. Well, Voldie better watch out because I'm sure as Hell ain't an enemy of Harry and never will be…. I paid the seven Galleons for my wand and they we left. We walk towards The Leaky Cauldron, but stopped at Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and got ice cream. I got a chocolate cherry swirl cone, while Uncle Reg got a strawberry vanilla swirl cone.
"Are you worried about wand core?"
"Not really, I'm not an enemy of Harry's and never will be. I'd be more worried for Voldie. I'm told I'm a force to be reckoned with when I need to be." I smirked.
"Yes, you are. We Blacks have a tendency to be that way." Uncle Reg chuckled. We finished our ice cream and Apparated home.
Several hours later
I sat in my room reading my school books. I closed A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration. I pulled out a green and gold egg-looking music box out of my pocket. I got ready for bed. When I climbed into my bed, I took the key and put it in the keyhole of my music box. I turn the key a few times. The soothing music starts playing and in my mind, I can hear my Dad singing the lullaby:
Mio figlio di dormire, dormire mio caro
La paura non i venti urlanti e fragorose tempeste
Per sempre io sarò qui
Mio figlio di dormire, dormire mio caro
Hanno sempre sogni d'oro
Per sempre io sarò lì
Per inseguire l'oscurità via
Mio figlio di dormire, dormire mio caro
Perché sarò sempre qui,
Anche se non sembra così
E non importa cosa,
Io ti amerò per sempre, il mio bambino
Dormire così, mio figlio, mio caro di dormire
A/N: um, I know this took forever to post, but well, my Microsoft Word wasn't working and didn't know how to copy it into my Word Processor. So, if u hate me I understand. Oh, the conversation in Madam Milken's is partly in French; the lullaby is in Italian. I used Bing translator and a translator website I found on my phone. I do not speak these languages. So, if they are wrong, I'm sorry. These are the translations:
Chapter 3 translations
Draco, faire des amis avec elle. Je vais désillusion moi-même. Ne me décevez pas. Ou autre (french)
Draco, make friends with her. I'll Disillusion myself. Don't disappoint me. Or else
My father might kill me if I'm in another House.
Mon père pourrait me tuer si je suis dans une autre Maison (French)
Why would your father kill you if you're in another House?
Pourquoi votre père vous tuer si vous êtes dans une autre Maison? (French)
It is not the Pureblood way.
Il dit que ce n'est pas la façon Pur-sang. (French)
The Black Lullaby
Sleep my child, sleep my dear
Fear not the howling winds and thunderous storms
For I will always be here
Sleep my child, sleep my dear
Always have sweet dreams
For I will always be there
To chase the darkness away
Sleep my child, sleep my dear
For I will always be here,
Even if it doesn't seem so
And no matter what,
I will always love you, my child
So, sleep my child, sleep my dear
Mio figlio di dormire, dormire mio caro
La paura non i venti urlanti e fragorose tempeste
Per sempre io sarò qui
Mio figlio di dormire, dormire mio caro
Hanno sempre sogni d'oro
Per sempre io sarò lì
Per inseguire l'oscurità via
Mio figlio di dormire, dormire mio caro
Perché sarò sempre qui,
Anche se non sembra così
E non importa cosa,
Io ti amerò per sempre, il mio bambino
Dormire così, mio figlio, mio caro di dormire (Italian)
My father might kill me if I'm in another House.
Mon père pourrait me tuer si je suis dans une autre Maison (French)
Why would your father kill you if you're in another House?
Pourquoi votre père vous tuer si vous êtes dans une autre Maison? (French)
It is not the Pureblood way.
Il dit que ce n'est pas la façon Pur-sang. (French)
So, that's it. I'll update as soon as I can!