Hello everybody, here is Tc bringing you all a new chapter of Harry Potter and the New Black Sisters.
Now for those people who have left messengers complaining about Harry's appearance or the sister's names, I will just tell them to be patient and keep reading. All will be explained, eventually. Just so you know, Harry looks like the cover art of the fic.
The only information that I will give is that Altair is used as a female name in other works of fiction like the manhwa Doom Breaker and that Harry won't be dressed up as a girl.
With nothing more to say, I hope you enjoy it.
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Harry Potter and the New Black Sisters Chapter 06
Harry opened his eyes after a long night's sleep.
Still a little drowsy, he sat up in bed and looked around, wondering where he was.
Gradually, the events of the previous night came back to him.
After the grand banquet, the first years had been escorted by a prefect to the Ravenclaw Tower, where the common room and dormitories were located.
At the entrance, there was a statue that posed a riddle they had to solve before they could enter the tower.
Once the prefect had solved it, they were allowed into the common room.
He had been very tired after dinner, so the rest of the events were a bit of a blur, but from what he could remember, they were told that the dormitories were separated by gender and that each room was shared between two people.
He had been paired with a boy named Terry Boot, a blond boy slightly taller than him.
Neither had said much to the other before they both went to sleep.
Once Harry had gathered his thoughts, he began to take in his surroundings.
The bed he was lying in was a four-poster bed covered in blue eiderdowns with navy blue curtains, a wooden nightstand next to it, and his school trunk at the foot of the bed. The bed had two shelves at the back, an owl perch on one side, a small carpet next to the bed, and a wooden nightstand at the end.
The dormitory was a circular room with two beds and several windows from which they could see the outside of Hogwarts. The walls were decorated with the Ravenclaw crest, and the windows had blue curtains. There was also a desk and stacks of books.
"Hey, you're awake," he heard someone say.
He turned towards the other bed and saw his roommate reading a book.
"Hello," he said, smiling a little.
The other boy smiled back.
"Hi, mate. How are you? I'm Terry Boot, nice to meet you," he said as he started to get up.
Harry got up and offered his hand.
"Harry Potter, nice to meet you too," he said.
"Wow, really?" Terry said as he shook his hand. "I mean, I heard your name during the Sorting, but still, are you really him?" he asked, amazed.
Harry saw the look of awe and fidgeted awkwardly. After the conversation with Hagrid, he knew that the other students would see him as some sort of saviour, but it was still awkward.
At least this time, it was a teenager like him and not an adult. When adults looked at him like that, it just made him angry.
"Yes, I am," he responded.
"Cool," said the other boy. "And do you have the scar?" he asked.
Harry resisted the urge to sigh as he lifted his fringe.
Terry looked at the scar with fascination.
"So it's true," he said quietly before noticing Harry's awkward expression.
Terry coughed to hide his embarrassment and said, "Sorry about that, mate. It's just that I've heard so many stories that I got carried away."
"It's okay," Harry said, feeling a bit more at ease. If he had to spend the next seven years sleeping in the same room with someone who looked at him like he was some sort of messiah, he would probably end up going mad.
"So," Harry continued, trying to be friendly, "how are you?" He realised how lame that sounded. He really didn't have much experience talking to people.
"I'm okay, thanks for asking. And you?" Terry asked in return.
"I'm f-" He started to say before stopping himself.
He was going to spend a lot of time with Terry. Better start with a little bit of honesty.
"Actually," he began hesitantly, "I'm a bit nervous."
"Oh," Terry said as he put the book on the bed and started to get changed. "About what?" he asked.
"Well," Harry said as he also started looking for his things for his first day of class, "about everything, I guess." Seeing the curious look on the other boy's face, Harry explained. "I didn't know anything about magic before receiving the letter from Hogwarts, so all this is new to me," he said as he finished putting on his robes and collecting his school supplies and Hagrid's gift.
"No way, really?" Terry gave him a disbelieving look. "I mean, I heard rumours that you were raised by Muggles, but I didn't believe them," he said.
"There are rumours about me?" Harry asked, returning the same look.
The two boys started to leave the bedroom as they continued chatting.
"Yeah, there are all kinds of rumours about you, with what happened that night and the storybooks about you and all that," Terry said as they entered the common room.
Harry hadn't had a good look at the room yesterday, so he was fascinated by what he saw now.
The Ravenclaw common room was wide and circular. It had graceful arched windows, and the walls were hung with blue and bronze silks. The domed ceiling was painted with the night sky, which was echoed in the midnight-blue carpet. Tables, chairs, and bookcases covered the expanse of the floor, and a white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw stood next to the door that led to the dormitories above.
The room was mostly empty except for the first-year students and one or two students from other years.
Still, it looked like a great place to spend time with friends.
And speaking of friends…
Harry started looking for Delphine, but he didn't find her in the common room. She must be having breakfast.
The black-haired boy was about to ask Terry how they got to the Great Hall when he registered Terry's words.
"Wait, what storybooks?" Harry exclaimed.
What was he talking about? There were books about him?
"Oh, you know," Terry said casually. "'Harry Potter and the Mystery Island' or 'Harry Potter and the Treasure of Merlin'. There's a whole book series about you solving mysteries, defeating dragons, and saving princesses. Most of the kids in the wizarding world grew up with them as bedtime stories." Terry looked at him. "You didn't know about them either?" he asked. Seeing the horrified look on Harry's face was answer enough. "Guess not," he said.
"Tell me you're joking," Harry pleaded.
Terry started to answer, but before he could say anything, someone shouted.
"First years, over here!" The two boys looked to see two students calling them.
They were a boy and a girl, both looking to be about eighteen years old.
The girl had long, blonde curly hair and brown eyes, and the boy had straight black hair and blue eyes.
They were both wearing the same uniform as the first years, except for a little badge with the letter P on it.
Once Harry and the rest of the first years were in front of them, the girl spoke.
"All right," she said, smiling at them. "For those who weren't paying attention yesterday, my name is Penelope Clearwater and this is my partner, Jake Flinton," she gestured towards the boy, who waved at them. "We're the prefects of Ravenclaw house, and we're here to help you during your first week at Hogwarts, starting with showing you the way to the Great Hall," she said enthusiastically.
The boy, Jake Flinton, intervened.
"We'll help you get there just for the first week. After that, you're on your own," he said with disinterest.
"Come on, Jake," Penelope said, frowning at him as he just shrugged. She turned back to the first years and smiled. "What my partner means is that we'll show you the way for just a week, so try to memorise it by then, okay?" Seeing them nod, she turned around and said, "Very well, now follow me," as she started walking towards the exit.
As they walked to their destination, Harry couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the castle. Everywhere he looked, everything seemed to be filled with grace and class.
And wonder. That was the most important part—the magic of the castle.
From the moving staircases to the living paintings, it was all just incredible.
And he was going to spend most of the next seven years here. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
Nothing could ruin his good mood right now.
He was thinking that when he felt Terry poke him in the shoulder.
"Hey mate, just for confirmation," he said looking at him with awkward eyes. "You are a guy, right?" he asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
'I stand corrected,' Harry thought, noticing the rest of their companions suddenly stayed quiet and subtly listened to his answer. 'There is something that can sullen my mood.'
Even the prefects seemed to suddenly pay more attention to him.
He gave his new friend an irritated look.
"Really?" he said, looking at Terry.
The blonde boy started waving his hands in front of him.
"Hey don't get mad, mate. It is just that you... err how could I say this," he seemed like he was having trouble explaining it.
"Oh by Merlin," a voice beside him said. Harry turned his head and saw a cute girl with dark eyes and long dark hair in a plait. She looked like she may have had Indian ancestry. She was dressed in the typical feminine Hogwarts uniform except for a silver necklace with the letter "P" hanging from the chains around her neck. "Hi, I am Padma Patil," she said, giving Harry a friendly smile which he reciprocated. "And what Terry here is too much of a wuss to say..." he heard a "Hey!" from Terry next to him. "...Is that you had such a pretty feminine face. Beautiful even, which made it a little difficult to tell if you were a boy or a girl at first sight," she explained making him blush.
"A little she says," said a blonde redheaded girl next to Padma. She looked at Harry and said. "Potter, no offence but your face is more beautiful and feminine than most girls'," she said, making him redden even harder. "Oh sorry," she suddenly said. "Hi, my name is Morag MacDougal, nice to meet you," she said, friendly waving her hand at the bespectacled boy.
Her words gained the redhead some frowns from the rest of the girls but, much to Harry's consternation, none of them refuted her.
"Still Terry," another blonde boy said. "Despite his gir- er physical appearance," the boy corrected himself noticing the frown on Harry's face at his words. "I think it is safe to assume that Harry here," he said, remarking his name. "Is a guy. After all, even if we ignore his name, I don't think that the teachers would make the mistake of assigning a girl a male roommate," he stated.
That made the other boy rub the back of his neck, embarrassed.
"Oh, you are right, sorry," said Terry.
Having had enough of the subject, Harry said.
"Alright, not that being called a girl hasn't been tons of fun," his schoolmates laughed a little at this. "But could we pleaseee talk about something else," he requested just as they finally entered the Great Hall.
As they quickly walked toward the Ravenclaw table, Harry finally found Delphine having breakfast alone in one of the corners of the table.
Harry frowned at this. It seemed that last night's dinner behaviour by the rest of his house was not a one-time deal.
He was about to go to her when the prefect Penelope said.
"Alright first years, in a couple of minutes the Head of Ravenclaw House, Professor Filius Flitwick, will be here to give you all your schedules for the rest of the week. If you have any questions about it or any other subject, don't hesitate to ask us," she gestured to her partner and her. "But for now, enjoy your breakfast," she said kindly.
Following her words, the first-year students all sat among themselves and began to chat with each other.
All of them, except one.
Harry, ignoring the looks of confusion and concern from his classmates and most of the Great Hall's population, calmly walked toward the only person in the whole room who was eating alone and sat beside her.
The solitary girl stopped eating as he did that and silently looked at him as Harry picked up a plate for himself and started eating.
"Hi Delphine," Harry said with a smile as he took a couple of toasts.
His companion just looked at him in silence for a few more seconds before saying,
"Harry," she said with her usual neutral tone and after a moment of hesitation, she joined him.
While eating, Harry could hear how the rest of the table started whispering while giving him and his friend furtive glances.
Some voices sounded confused, others hurt, but most of all, anger was what seemed to be the kind of mood that filled the student body at his seat's choice.
But no matter what their precise words were, most of them weren't praises.
"What is he doing?"
"Look, Potter is sitting with... with her again."
"Do you think that she hexed him?"
"Could it be?"
"It has to be."
"That is the only explanation. Why else would he waste his time with that evil spawn?"
And that was just what he could hear from his table. He bet that what they were speaking at the other tables was something similar.
And in some cases, worse.
The people at the Gryffindor table looked especially mad.
Specifically, one of them. He looked to be a first-year just like Harry but taller than him with a chubby body, round face, and blond hair.
He was looking at Delphine with unmistakable fear and hate in his eyes.
Harry wondered what his problem was.
"So," a voice beside him distracted him from his musings. "How was your first night in the castle?" Delphine said, gaining his attention.
Harry turned his eyes toward her, finding her usual neutral expression on her face.
He tilted his head in confusion, wondering how it could be that she didn't seem to be bothered by all the gossip and hateful looks that she was receiving.
Really, it was just unfair. He had read some books about the war and while her mother seemed like a real piece of work, Delphine didn't do anything. Hell, she was just two years old when her mother was locked up.
It felt like she was being punished for things that had nothing to do with her, things that she had no power to change.
He wanted to sigh. There was some kind of similarity between them.
Harry also had been punished by his relatives for things outside of his control.
'There is no way she doesn't feel anything about it,' he concluded. He knew he wasn't.
"Harry?" Delphine's voice woke him up from his thoughts.
Noticing that his friend was still waiting for an answer, Harry said,
"Oh, sorry about that," he apologised. "It was alright," he said.
In fact, it was one of the best nights of his life. He had never slept so well before. Then again, he had slept most of his life in a cupboard, so there is that.
"That is good," Delphine said, as she took a sip of tea. "And your new classmates?" she asked.
"I just met them properly today as last night I was too tired to pay attention to them, but they seemed to be good people," he said. "Although I have to say, despite being in the house that values intelligence, some of them can be quite clueless," he said, remembering the conversation that they had while they walked toward the Great Hall.
"Oh, how so?" Delphine said, raising an eyebrow while she drank her tea.
"Well, most of the conversation that we had was about if I was a girl or a guy," he said, making Delphine choke on her tea.
"Delphine, are you alright?!" Harry said as he patted her back, trying to help her, while she lowered her head with her fist in her mouth as she coughed.
He spent a few moments like this before Delphine managed to swallow all the liquid. Despite that, she still maintained her hand over her mouth.
The black-haired boy wondered if something was wrong when he started to hear a sound coming from her. It was a soft and soothing sound, like a gentle breeze.
He looked at her in confusion for an instant before he realised what she was doing and his confusion changed into annoyance.
She was laughing at him and trying to cover it up.
"Really?" He gave her a deadpan stare. "This again?" he asked, remembering her reaction on the train.
Before Delphine could utter a word, they heard a voice speaking to them.
"Good morning, Mister Potter, Miss Black," they turned around and saw a tiny little wizard, dressed in classical wizard robes.
He reminded Harry of the goblins that he saw at Gringotts, but more... human, yes that was the word. There were some physical differences, like his eyes for example, but most of all, it was the expression on his face.
The goblins looked at him with a certain malice in their eyes but the person in front of him just looked at him with curiosity and concern.
"I am Professor Filius Flitwick, Charms Master and Head of Ravenclaw House, nice to meet you," he said looking at Harry.
Gulping a little, Harry responded.
"N-nice to meet you, professor" he nervously said.
"I am here to give you two your weekly schedule," he said, giving both of them a sheet of paper each. "And to welcome you to Ravenclaw House, Mr Potter," he said cheerfully. "If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to come to my office and I will do my best to answer them," he said.
Harry nodded.
"I will, thank you, sir," he said, receiving a nod in return.
"Excellent, I hope you have a good first day of class, Mr Potter," he said. "Miss Black," he nodded toward her before he left to give the rest of the students their schedules.
Harry started inspecting his paper with interest, wondering what would be his first class in this new world.
"Well, what is your first class?" Delphine asked beside him.
The raven-haired boy opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by the arrival of two people.
"Wotcher, Harry, Delphi. What are you two doing?" a pink-haired witch with a playful look sat beside him.
Next to Delphine, the last sister sat with a calm demeanour.
"Good morning, Delphine," Altair said friendly. She then turned her eyes toward him. "Potter," she said in a more icy tone.
Harry sighed. It seemed that she was still annoyed with him.
"Hello, Nym, Altair," Delphine said to her two sisters. "We have just received our schedules," she then looked at her younger sister. "How was your first night in the castle? Did you have any problems sleeping?" she asked.
She still had the same cold tone as always, but Harry could detect a little bit of worry in her tone.
Harry smiled a little at them. Despite her cold demeanour, Delphine really cared about her sister.
"Hmmf, it was alright," Altair responded with her usual stuck-up tone. "Of course, not as comfortable as our mansion, but still, it was acceptable," she said.
'Mansion?' Harry wondered. 'Do they live in an actual mansion?'
Harry wondered what kind of building it was for Altair to rate Hogwarts as just 'acceptable.'
"Did you make any friends besides the usual people?" Aries asked her sister.
Her words piqued Harry's curiosity.
"Usual people?" he repeated. He turned his eyes toward Altair. "Did you know any of your roommates before coming to Hogwarts?" he asked.
This gained him a look of superiority from the blonde witch.
"Hmmf, how ignorant," she said in the same tone as before. "Of course, I knew some of my new schoolmates," she said, flipping her hair.
Seeing Harry's still confused face, Aries explained.
"The British wizard community is pretty small," she explained. "Most of the kids raised in it have met each other at least once before coming to school," she said.
"I bet that most of your year-mates knew each other, right?" Delphine asked him. Harry thought about it. Now that she mentioned it, they were acting quite familiar with each other. "That is one of the reasons why everyone was so shocked to see you, besides the whole 'he defeated the Dark Lord' thing. It is quite rare for a young wizard with magical ancestry like you, to not know of our world before receiving his letter," she said.
"Yes, that and they probably didn't expect to receive a saviour so girly looking," Altair said with a smirk as she crossed her arms. "Just wait until they find out that you are a pervert that likes to take a peek at young maidens while they are dressing," she said.
Harry gave her a sour look in return, unable to avoid blushing at the memory.
"Could you stop that? It was an accident!" he said, still blushing.
"Never, Potter. You shall suffer for shaming us," she said, raising her voice.
Harry started to panic, turning his eyes to his surroundings. If somebody found out about it, his school life could become really difficult.
But before this could escalate, someone intervened.
"Alright, Altair, that is enough," Aries said, looking at her sister. "If you want payback, be my guest, but keep it between each other. Don't start spreading rumours that could blow out of proportion," she said, giving Altair a serious look.
Harry looked at Aries with surprise; he hadn't seen this side of her before.
The two sisters kept looking at each other for a few seconds before Altair lowered her eyes.
"As you wish, sister," she said, her tone more meek.
'Wow,' Harry thought. 'Who would have thought that the arrogant Altair could be so docile all of a sudden,' he really didn't expect it.
He read that pureblood families had some kind of inside hierarchy but still...
Although, if their family was a traditional one, he supposed that Aries had a higher ranking than Altair, with her being the first heiress and Altair being just third in line.
Aries kept looking at her sister the same way for a few more seconds before a smile appeared on her face.
"Anyway, letting that aside, you still haven't told us if you made any new friends," she said in a more friendly tone.
Altair raised her eyes and, without any of the docility from before, she began talking.
"Of course," she said. "Besides Daphne and Blaise, whom I had met previously, I got acquainted with a certain Tracy Davis. She is an old friend of Daphne, and while she is a little too cheerful for my taste, she seemed friendly enough," she explained.
"That is good," Aries said. "You need more lively people around you," she said, smirking at her sister.
Altair only huffed at this.
The pink-haired girl then turned her eyes at him.
"And you, Harry," she said, smiling. "Did you make any friends?" she asked.
"Err," Harry started to get nervous. He really didn't want Altair to hear what he and his new classmates were talking about. Her tessing would become intolerable.
"Oh yes," Delphine said with a teasing tone. "Tell them, Harry, did you get along with your new roommates? How about that nice chat you had with them that you were telling me about?" she said.
Harry turned his hopeless eyes at her. Now did she have to start making jokes?
"Oh, this sounds interesting," Altair said, smirking.
"Well, what did they talk about? Tell us!" Aries said enthusiastically.
"B-by the way, are students allowed to sit at another house's table?" Harry intervened before Delphine could say something to embarrass him.
Aries looked at him with suspicious eyes. She probably knew that he was trying to change the conversation.
Nevertheless, she responded.
"Yes, we are," she said. "We are only obligated to sit at our tables during the first night to welcome the new members of our house, the first day so we can receive our schedules, and during important events, like Christmas or Halloween," she said.
"Oh," the boy said. That made sense. They had already received their schedules, so all was good.
"By the way, Harry," Aries said. "I see that you brought your little box with you," she said, gesturing to the box in front of him. "Could you tell us what it is?" she asked.
Harry looked at the object for a few seconds. It was a small, closed box a little bigger than his fist. It had what appeared to be some symbols carved on the side of it. The glasses boy usually kept it near him at all times, in his pocket or his hands.
"It is a gift from Hagrid for my birthday," he responded. "He called it a fera box," looks of recognition filled the sisters' eyes. "According to him, inside the box is a magical and formless spirit that will feed off the magic that emanates from my body," he explained. "As time passes, the spirit will start to take an animal form and, once it has fully evolved, it will emerge from the box and be bound to the wizard or witch who fed it with their magic," he finished explaining.
It had already been a month since Harry started feeding the little box, and he was already eager to see what would emerge from it. Hagrid said that the familiar that emerged from the box could be from a common field mouse to a magical animal as big as a dragon; it all depended on the wizard's magic.
He didn't know what it would be, but whatever it was, it would be his companion and they would be together.
"Wow, I have heard of these things, but they are pretty rare," Aries said.
"And expensive," Delphine added.
"Where could someone like Mr. Hagrid have found one? The gamekeeper job didn't seem like the kind of job that pays that well," Altair said.
Harry shrugged.
"No idea. I am just glad he did," said Harry, smiling as he looked at the box.
But Altair's next words managed to wipe the smile from his face.
"Hey Delphine, you didn't finish telling us about Potter's roommates," she said to her older sister.
'Oh no,' Harry thought.
He turned his pleading eyes toward Delphine, but the black-haired girl's eyes seemed to shine as she started talking.
"Well, from what Harry told me, it seems that, just like Nott, some of his classmates weren't too sure about his gender," she said with a half-smile on her face.
At hearing her words, Altair and Aries started to laugh, making Harry want to hide in a hole somewhere.
'Ugh, this is going to be really annoying,' he thought as he heard the two sisters laugh and the other one looking at him with a smirk on her face.
Since when had Delphine been a sadist? What had he done to deserve this?
Those questions were answered when she mouthed silently a single word to him.
Revenge.
That single word taught Harry something very important about the middle sister.
It seemed that she could be as vindictive as her younger sister.
'I should have gone to another house,' Harry concluded as he put one hand on his face as the sisters continued laughing.
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