Part 2

Vanessa eyed the brick wall.

"Nervous?" the boy asked.

She whipped her head around to glare at him. "Nope. You?"

"Been watching my big brothers do this for years." He said, giving her a cocky grin.

She scowled.

"If you're so sure of yourself, why don't you go first, Freddie." Siren said. "Make sure we're in the right spot."

Vanessa shot the girl a grateful look.

"Well then," Fred said, looking as arrogant as an eleven year old male could look as he prepared to run straight at a brick wall.

"No muggles are looking, Fred." George said.

"Righty-o, here I go."

And he ran.

Vanessa expected him to smack against the brick wall and fall to the ground. But no, the boy kept going. Straight through the wall he went until he disappeared from view.

It's all true, Vanessa thought. This really is happening to me.

For, unfortunately, Vanessa had always been reluctant to believe that there was such a thing as real magic. The orphanage had always managed to convince her that the things she did were delusions, dreams, or accidents that could always be explained by science. And they had always done a good job, shaping Vanessa from being the highly imaginative young girl she used to be, to a doubtful youth. Luckily, she knew she would have no trouble getting that imagination back.

"Vanessa," Siren's voice snapped her from her thoughts and startled her, making her jump slightly.

"Oopsie, sorry, didn't mean to scare you,"

"It's alright."

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go next?"

Vanessa turned her gaze to the wall. Even as she stood there, she could feel her imagination start to wonder. What was on the other side of that wall?

"Yeah, I'll go next. I just run straight at it?"

"Yup. Georgie, any muggles looking?"

"You're good to go."

Vanessa braced herself. If anyone had looked at her face at that moment, they would have seen a fierce determination burning in her young blue eyes that added an almost wild look when paired with her unruly hair.

She took off running at the wall, squeezing her eyes shut at the last minute as she braced herself for the impact.

But that impact never came.

She opened her eyes and skidded to a halt.

She was surrounded by other people-people she knew were like her. She glanced behind her, the brick wall now had a sign above it that read 'Kings Cross Station'.

Oh my god…

"Took you long enough." Said a voice to her left. It was Fred.

"So what? I'm new to this. You look like you've grown up with it." She retorted, having had enough of his cocky attitude.

"New to this? Are you a muggle-born?" He looked shocked for some reason.

Vanessa shook her head.

"When I talked to Professor Dumbledore, he said I was a pureblood? Yes, that was the word he used. He told me that magic had ran in my family for many generations and that I was from quite noble family."

Fred stared in shock. "The noble and most ancient house of Black…" he muttered, taking a step away from her.

"What?"

"Your her?" He now looked alarmed and a little scared. "You're his daughter?"

"Whose daughter?" Vanessa stared at him. "Do you know who my father is? What are you talking about?"

"Sorry we took so long, had to wait for a herd of muggles. I say, Fred are you feeling alright?" Siren had appeared at their side.

"She's his daughter…" Fred said quietly.

"What're you raving about, Fred? You look like mum." George said.

Fred turned to his brother. "She's Sirius Black's daughter!" he spat.

"Would someone please tell me what this lunatic is ranting about?" Vanessa demanded, beginning to get a little scared.

George and Siren were now staring at her as well.

"That's not possible…" George muttered, looking wary. "Mum said they'd never allow her at Hogwarts…"

"Wait! What are you talking about?" Vanessa asked, alarmed.

The only one of her companions that didn't look afraid was Siren. The green-eyed girl was regarding her carefully.

"Vanessa, do you know anything about your family?" she asked.

"Siren! How can you talk to her, especially knowing what her father brought upon your parents!" Fred was aghast.

"Shut it, Fred." Siren snapped. "Vanessa?"

"N-nothing. I don't know anything. Whenever I asked someone at the orphanage they told me that my father was a deadbeat and my mother died in childbirth...Why? What did my father do?"

"Murdered twelve muggles along with a wizard who was one of his best friends, and also betrayed Siren and her brother's parents to You-Know-Who, ultimately resulting in their deaths as well."

"Fred!"

"What, Siren?! It's the truth!"

"Yes, but Vanessa obviously isn't Sirius Black!" the redhead hissed. "You don't get to choose your parents! Now, shut up!"

Vanessa decided that she liked Siren. But the revelation that her father was responsible for altogether fifteen deaths was enough to make her sway on her feet.

Siren nudged her. "Grab your suitcase. You didn't bring a pet, did you?"

Vanessa shook her head. "Uhm….I didn't want to."

"Same. Come on, let's get away from these two and go find a compartment on the train."

"Siren!" George cried.

"Shut up, George. Unless you can learn that you don't ever judge someone by their parent, you can stay away from me. Besides, if Dumbledore trusts her, I do too."