I tried to spend as little time as possible with Harry. Normally when I received unwanted attention I would just confront the guy. However this was Harry Potter and I had a feeling that it would really upset him, and I wanted us to be friends. I also didn't want to get into another war. Just because Fred and George were civil with me it didn't mean we were bosom buddies; we still didn't like each other. For some reason, Fred seemed to hate me more after he saved me. But I gave up trying to understand him weeks ago, and now I just ignore his strange attitude.

Mrs. Weasley was extremely happy that Harry had arrived, and seemed to think that due to one new addition, we would clean twice as hard. I hid in Buckbeak's room when she was in one of those moods.

She was on the 23rd, just one week before we would leave for Hogwarts. As I sat in Sirius' room listening to him talk about quidditch, I decided that I was being mean.
Why should they have to do all the hard work while I sat upstairs lounging around? They were feeding me and giving me a roof over my head. It was the least I could do.

I went down into the drawing room and saw them all crowding around a locket.
"Al, you're strong," George said, throwing it to me. "See if you can open it."

I looked down and gasped. It was oval and gold and had a small thin chain. Embellished on the top was an emerald green 'S' in the shape of a snake. It was the Slytherin locket: One of Voldemort's Horcruxes.
Suddenly, the options flew around my head.

One. I could tell them what it was and get Dumbledore involved. But then that would raise questions as to why I knew and then the twins would call me a death eater.
Two. I could pocket it, and then give it to them at a later date. But then they wouldn't go to the ministry and go on the run. Therefore, they would not get the sword.
Or Three. I could just let it go. Stick to the story and hope everything would turn out fine.

I chose the latter.

"No, it's really tough," I said, trying to prise it open. "I don't like it though, there's something weird about it." I chucked it back to George and grabbed one of the cloths.
"No worries," Mrs Weasley said. She took it off George and put it into what I assumed to be the rubbish bag.

"Does Sirius mind all of his stuff being thrown away?" Hermione asked.
"No," Sirius said, suddenly appearing at the door. "It's not my stuff anyway; it's my rotten family's. I want nothing to do with it."

I stared at him sceptically.
"Are you Serious?" He muttered a yes, but I just ignored his stupid pun. "This stuff is worth a fortune. You could get loads for it."

He scoffed. "And what would I do? Just waltz over to Diagon Alley and sell my wares on the street?" He asked sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes. "Calm down. It was just a suggestion."

I knew very well why he was mad. We would all be leaving in a few days and he would be left all alone. He would miss us.
To be honest, i would miss him too. Sirius and I spent quite a lot of time together and I had come to see him as an older, older brother or cousin.
He smiled at me apologetically and left quietly.

An hour later I was rubbing ointment on my wounds. This was why I didn't clean. I had found a doxy nest. I, meaning just me, had put my hand straight into one while fishing through the draws.

Mrs. Weasley gave me an antidote, saying how clumsy and unlucky I was before sending me upstairs for a lie down.
I honestly felt fine, just slightly sick... Or very sick.

I ran up the last few steps to the bathroom and threw up my breakfast. I heard footsteps thundering behind me and my hair was lifted off my face. The person rubbed my back soothingly.

"Can someone get a towel," Harry shouted. I looked over to the rack and saw it empty. I was a little peeved about Harry helping, but i didn't really have the energy to care.

More footsteps were heard before the mocking laughter of Fred and George.

"We thought you were a tough one, Brady," Fred said, running the towel under the tap. He held it on my head and gave me a small flannel to wipe my mouth.

"You can handle a vampire, but a cherry and a puny, poxy doxie makes you puke?" he teased.
"Piss off," I said weakly, flashing my middle finger up at him. "I always get into painful predicaments."
He laughed loudly.

"Let's get her into bed," Harry suggested, trying to sit me up properly.
"My pleasure." Fred said suggestively.
"Pig," I muttered as he lifted me up and took me too my room. He laughed again. Why was it that he could only ever be nice when I was ill or something.

George had run downstairs to get Mrs Weasley while Harry and Fred began to wait on me.

"I could get used to this," I smiled weakly. Fred glared and walked toward the door.
"I can see when I'm not appreciated," He joked. He held his nose in the air as he marched downstairs leaving me alone with Harry. Great.

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I spent my twenty four hours of Doxie flu reading Ginny's potion books. I didn't really understand any of it, but at least I had tried.

I spent my last few days at Grimmauld Place laughing, joking and having fun. However various worries were constantly playing at the back of my mind. I tried to swallow them but they just built up.

I could barely sleep the night before we went to Hogwarts, so I woke up grumpy and tired.
"Morning," I mumbled to Sirius as I sat down at the table.
"Morning," He grumbled, looking sad. Today was the day we would all be leaving, and Sirius would stay here. I felt so bad for him.

I never actually realized how hard it must be to be imprisoned in a place you hated all alone. We had all spent the last few months together and now we were leaving. I felt a sudden pang in my chest as
I looked over to Sirius.

"Hey," I said tapping on the table in front of him. "Don't be Mopey."
"I'm not," He muttered childishly. I raised my eyebrows at him. "I'm just going to be here alone." he sighed in defeat.

"That isn't true. You have Remus, Tonks, Mad Eye, Mr and Mrs Weasley -"

"It's not the same," He snapped, cutting me off. "I was barely twenty when I was captured. They've all lived, but I haven't. It's nice having you kids here. Youth is the only thing that makes this house bearable. Without all you guys, I'm just a lonely old man in an even older house. I still had my whole life ahead of me. And I escape, but I'm still imprisoned.
It's nice having you all here. It reminds me of the good old days. Harry looks just like James, Fred and George are the two of us. And you remind me of Lily," he said quietly.

"Really?"
"Well, you break more rules, but you have the same fire and determination. Plus she would be the one I turned to when I felt like this," He looked down sadly.

I stood up and motioned for him to follow me. I lead him upstairs up to the attic door.

"Where are we going?" He asked confused. I grinned at him and entered. I walked across to the small window and climbed out.
"No, that's dangerous," He scolded, trying to pull me back in. "And Dumbledore wouldn't approve."

I looked at him sceptically. "Since when have you abided by the rules?"
As expected, he took the bait and climbed out the window after me.

It was quite a sunny day, despite the thick London smog that surrounded us. I climbed up the rafters to the very top, near the chimney.
With Sirius following, I shimmied along until I reached a higher part of the neighbour's roof. I propped myself up and jumped on to it.

I remember seeing this place when we came back from shopping. I was really lucky it was easily assessable.

"Woah," Sirius smiled looking around. We were high up, and could see all around London. In the distance I could make out big ben, next to London Bridge and the half build London Eye across the river.
All around us was full of amazing sites; and even though the air was cloudy, it was magical.

I looked at Sirius and saw him smiling, taking it all in.
"I never even knew this was here," he whispered looking around.

Suddenly, a long hard breeze flew around us.
"I'm having a sudden post-modern moment," I commented walking to the side and holding my arms out, the breeze flowing through my hair.

Sirius looked at me sceptically, but I motioned for him to do the same beside me. I wasn't having any of that Jack and Rose crap.

A large wind gushed over us, causing me to lose my footing slightly; but I managed to stay put, my arms flying wildly.
Sirius then began to laugh and soon after I joined into.

"Wooooooo," He shouted loudly, his voice travelling in the wind.
"I'm the queen of the world!" I stepped back and began to twirl around, the wind and the leaves flying around me.

I stopped and smiled at Sirius who pulled me in a big hug.
"Thank you," He muttered. I could hear the gratitude in his voice. "I've always wanted a little sister."

"And I've always wanted a big bro... Who's a man hoe," I added, trying to make the conversation lighter. I hated serious talks.
"Oh uh, you did not just go there sister friend," He said in a ghetto, American girl accent. I laughed loudly.

He looked down at the passers-by, walking carefree on the street below, and smiled wistfully.
"You won't be imprisoned forever," I said, feeling the need to assure him. "One day, you'll be free."

"Really?" he asked. I nodded.
I shouldn't have given him false hope, but I had to. It wasn't really false hope because I had made a vow to myself. To free Sirius, even if it was just for one day, he would be free and truly happy.

We were greeted back in the house by a screaming Mrs Weasley, worrying that I would miss the train.
But thankfully, being the amazing quick thinker that I am, I had packed all of my things beforehand. I was actually waiting for them to finish.

I was sitting alone in the kitchen, idly staring into space when I heard a huge cry.
"Filthy Half-Breeds, Moodbloods! Destroying the house of my fathers." the portrait of Sirius mom cried.

I sighed and went upstairs, wondering what the commotion was about. Ginny was sat on the floor in a heap, bound to the ground by a trunk which Mrs. Weasley quickly removed.

"You idiots," She shouted at Fred and George. "Do you realise you could have seriously harmed your sister?"
"Yes," George said, sounding bored and tired. "Sorry Gin."
I helped Ginny up as Mrs Weasley continued to shout. She didn't stop right until we left the house and into daylight.

We walked to King's Cross. It took the absolute Michael! We were walking for at least forty five minutes, whilst lugging a trunk along.

The journey was made more bearable by Sirius. He snuck out in his dog form and would chase cats and birds making us all laugh.

After an eternity, we had finally arrived at Kings Cross.
I could barely contain my excitement as we made our way to platform nine/ten.

Once we had reached a brick column, Fred and George ran straight into it and through the wall. Although I was expecting it, I gasped in shock as their bodies disappeared.

"Ally and Ginny next," Mrs Weasley said kindly. I jogged over to the wall (my trunk was slowing me down) and into the wall.
I closed my eyes on impact, but opened them up to see platform 9 and 3/4.

Various teenagers, some dressed in muggle clothing, others in robes, ran around the compact area.

"Hey Gin!" we both spun around to see a talk, dark haired boy walking over to us with his friends in tow.
"Hey Michael," Ginny said, throwing her arms around him. We all looked away as they began to kiss each other.
When it started to get a little indecent, I cleared my throat.

Ginny pulled back and blushed slightly before noticing me standing there.
"Oh right," she said. "Michael this is Ally Tonks. Ally this is Michael, Terry, Anthony and Joey."

I smiled at them and offered a wave. I really wasn't in the mood for hugging, especially to characters that barely made it into the books.

"Ally has transferred here from Salem," Ginny continued.
"Wait did you say her last name was Tonks before?" one of the taller boys said. We nodded. "Relation to the Tonks that was here years ago that changed her hair colour and stuff?" He seemed very dim so we continued to nod our heads.
"Yeah, she's my cousin," I said simply.

I noticed that the rest of the Weasleys and Sirius (still in dog form) had arrived through and was staring at us expectantly.; Excluding Ron, Fred and George who were glaring daggers at Michael.
"It was nice meeting you. Wrap it up," I added in an undertone to Ginny. She nodded.

I walked over the Weasley and crouched down on the floor next to Sirius. I began to scratch his ears and gave him fuss.
"Just keeping it authentic," I whispered.
"I'm going to miss you Paddy-Waddy I am," The dog growled and Harry frantically whispered that his name was snuffles.

I never got that. Why call him snuffles? And then at school they were like "We've got a letter off Snuffles?" didn't anyone wonder why their dog was sending letters?
I wouldn't call him Padfoot, because that would be obvious. But there was nothing wrong with Paddy.

Ginny finally skipped over to join us and blushed at her brothers glares.

"So is that Michael then?" George asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes," She answered stiffly.
"Let's go have a word." Fred, George, Ron began to march over to Michael and his friends while Sirius trotted faithfully beside them.

I quickly yanked George back only for him to fall over, on to me.
"Owww," I said, kicking up a fuss. It didn't hurt in the slightest, but if it kept them distracted from beating up Michael it didn't matter.

"Are you ok dear?" Mrs Weasley asked. They all gathered around me, concerned.
"My shoulder really hurts," I said feebly. They all spun around and glared at George.

"I'm sorry, but you pulled me over," He pointed out. "Plus, you are really accident prone; it was only a matter of minutes before something happened to you."

The whistle sounded on the train, signalling that it was leaving soon.
"Oh I'm better now." I jumped up from the floor and hugged Mrs Weasley. "Thank you so much for everything."
She smiled sweetly and patted my head fondly.

"By Gran," I laughed hugging Tonks tightly.
I knelt down to Sirius and gave him an awkward hug.
"I'll miss you Sirius," I whispered quietly. "Remember what I said."
It wasn't that I didn't want to go to Hogwarts, I really did. I could barely contain my excitement. It was just that Sirius was being left all by himself.

I smiled at him warmly before hopping on to the train which had started to move slightly.
Mrs. Weasley began to hobble beside it shouting out demands to her children (and myself.) it was a regular occurrence, so they just ignored her.

Sirius too was running along to keep up with the train. Many of the students laughed and pointed at the shaggy black dog. I waved at him sadly when we turned the corner and into the countryside.

I wanted to say a big thanks for all the reviews last chapter. That nerd you know you love, , fruityloops156, 2featherbraids and sensual.
I decided that it would be better if there was a whole chapter dedicated to her first night at Hogwarts. Then it's not all split up.
This chapter is dedicated to the amazing Fruityloops156 because I spelt her name wrong. I'm so sorry again ;)
Thanks so much for reading. Next chapter should be up in a few days.