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Chapter 2

Artemis POV

I walked down Diagon Alley with the Scamanders. I glanced around at all the nearby shops and restaurants. This place was flooded with Hogwarts students! I kept my head low in case someone would recognize me. I had changed over the years, but could still be identified. Something had to be done before I went to Hogwarts.

We stepped into Miss Bella's Beauty Salon. I had been thinking about this for a few days, but there was nothing I wanted to change, other than my name.

"So Artemis, what do you think?" Teren asked me.

"I don't want to change anything," I told her.

"I have a few ideas," she suggested. "You could dye your hair brown or black. It would also be a good idea to cut it as well. If you want, you could wear colour contacts, but that's not necessary."

"So Artemis," Aunt Rowen asked me, "what will it be?"

I sighed, "Fine, I'll dye my hair dark brown."

"Hello, I'm Miss Bella," a pretty voice came from behind us. "How can I help you?"

"I would like to dye my hair, please," I said as politely as possible. It was hard, considering it was the thing I wanted do the least right now.

Miss Bella took me over to her chair. "What colour would you like, dear?" she asked.

I described to her what I wanted, then sat still while she prodded at my head. After a while of feeling the wet dye on my hair, she was done. I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped. I barely recognized myself.

"How do you like it?" Miss Bella asked.

"That looks great, thanks," I lied.

I went back to the foyer where Teren and Aunt Rowen were waiting for me. Aunt Rowen seemed to be searching for something in her pocket. She pulled out a newspaper clipping.

"Here's the picture that was in the paper two years ago," she showed me the picture. It looked nothing like me. That was good.

"Wait," I said. "This says Emma Potter. Oh, no. It was in the news?"

"Yes," Aunt Rowen sighed.

"Please, I didn't do it, you have to believe me."

"We do believe you, Artemis," Teren reminded me. "We never believe anything Rita Skeeter writes. A few years ago she wrote an article about my grandfather saying he never discovered all those creatures."

"You should have seen how pissed he was," Aunt Rowen commented,.

"But the rumors at Hogwarts, you must have heard them, Teren," I insisted.

"I heard them. I was in your dorm, remember? I sat with you in the boat on the very first night."

"I don't remember much from that year. I was possessed by Tom Riddle for the majority of it."

"You were possessed by Tom Riddle?" Aunt Rowen demanded to know.

"Yeah, but he's dead now," I reassured her.

"Tom Riddle was Lord Voldemort's name before he went dark!" she exclaimed.

"What?" I panicked. "What are we going to do?"

"It's fine," Aunt Rowen reassured me, "We should go get the rest of our stuff."

After a few hours of touring around Diagon Alley, it was time to go home.

Once home, I took the remainder of the day trying to create a backstory to use. I could say I wasn't found… No, I'm a Malfoy, that wouldn't work. I could, I could…

"What are you doing?" Teren asked, entering the room.

"You interrupted my train of thought!" I exclaimed. "I was so close to having a good idea."

"Trying to think of a good cover story?" she asked.

I sighed, "Yes, and I'm not having any luck."

"I've also been thinking about it," Teren admitted, "and I remembered something that I learned in Muggle Studies last year."

"What is it?" I asked.

"We were learning about muggle medical conditions. This one in particular is rare among wizards and witches, but it has happened."

"Just tell me!" I exclaimed.

"You could say you were in a coma for a year and needed time to recover before you could go to school."

"Okay," I said. "I've heard of comas. I read about while I was living with the Malfoys. How would I have gotten into the coma?"

"Umm, you fell off your broom?" Teren suggested.

"That may be the type of thing the Malfoys might want to cover up," I said.

"It would be too embarrassing to the 'family reputation'," She joked.

"I should send McGonagall an owl to inform her about my new cover story," I decided.

"What about the Malfoys?" Teren asked. "Shouldn't you tell them?"

"I don't think they would be very happy to receive an owl from me," I judged. "I'll ask McGonagall to to talk to them."

I took a piece of parchment from the stack on my desk and drafted a letter. I made it as brief and to the point as possible. I found my owl and sent the letter.

"We leave tomorrow," Teren reminded me, "we should go pack."

In all the chaos, I forgot that I had to go to school tomorrow. I gathered all my stuff and put it in my trunk.

Realizing it was late, I put my pyjamas on and went to bed. That night I was plagued by nightmares. I dreamt that Sami Jo realized who I was and exposed me. She was following me around the building, trying to capture me and reveal me. From behind me, unseen, a group of people popped up and grabbed me. I struggled against their grip, but they restrained me.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I looked over at Teren sleeping peacefully beside me.

"Teren, wake up," I whispered.

"What is it?" she asked.

"What if they find out?"

"It'll be fine," she reassured me.

"But what if it isn't?" I sobbed, "what if they find out?"

"It'll be fine," she said again. I tried to believe her, but the threat still loomed in the back of my mind.

"Well, I guess we have to go tomorrow either way," I sighed.

"We should probably get some sleep," Teren said.

"Goodnight," I yawned.

"Goodnight," she replied, rolling over and going back to sleep. I lay there in the dark, wondering what would happen when I woke up. Eventually my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

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