My mother was so lonely. She had finally started dating, after I found that piece of paper with an address on it and wrote to the guy she got it from. I was grounded for a week, but she was happy. . . somewhat. She still hasn't gotten over my father's death, and I was getting sick of it. I was eleven, meaning my father died eleven years ago on the day I was born. She needs to get over him, and that may sound mean - since that is my father - but I just want my mother happy again.

"Mother! Hurry up! We're leaving!" I shouted, dragging my trunk to the fire place. My mother came out and she was in an exquisite gown.

"Have a date this evening, do you?" I teased.

She blushed, "NO! I want to see you off and we'll be meeting some friends I don't think you've seen there, is all."

"What friends?" I asked, a little concerned.

"Well, little Scorpious will be a few years older than you, but you'll meet him and Astoria Malfoy."

"Draco Malfoy's wife and son?" I asked.

She nodded, "Draco has three years left in Azkaban until he's let out and I wanted to see how Astoria's holding up. As well as Aunt Cissa."

"I've never met her," I mused.

My mother smiled, "She doesn't want to leave her house and she refuses to have guests. You see, after the war, the Malfoy name was ruined. I feel horible for that. . . " My mum mumbled the last bit so low that I had a hard time hearing it.

"Mr. Malfoy in jail is not your fault. From what you told me, he got himself captured."

"Right, well, we best be going, dear," My mother said suddenly. She seemed distanced, like she was remembering something.

She threw the Floo into the fire, "Platform Nine and Three Quarters!" she stated clearly.

She disappeared in a rush of flames. I threw the powder in as well and clutched my trunk to my chest before shouting, "Platform Nine and Three Quarters!"

I was going down tunnels until I was pulled out of one. I fell to the ground and my mother smiled as she helped me up. "You'll get used to it, dear. Now, the fires at school don't work, so don't do that. I'm sure you'll meet some nice people on the train. And remember, dear, if you get sorted, I want a letter in the morning of what house."

I nodded, "I promise to write every week, mother."

"Alright, come now."

She ushered me to a black haired lady standing next to a blonde haired lady that looked old and scared.

"Cissy! Astoria! So nice to see you!" My mother smiled. They each gave my mother hugs and turned to me. The blond lady spoke first.

"I'm your Aunt Cissy. Sorry we haven't really met before."

"It's quite alright. I'm Sahara."

"My, she looks just like her father," The black haired woman said. "My name's Astoria, I'm your mother's cousin. I will have to tell you some stories about your mother in school as well as when she was dating my husband."

"Astoria!" My mother laughed, "Don't scare the girl!"

"That's alright, mother. Just have fun on your date tonight!" I called.

"Why, dear, I -" I laughed as I made my way towards the train.

"You have a date tonight?" I heard Aunt Cissy asked mum.

"I'll kill her!" Mum laughed. "No, I don't have a date tonight. I have a date next weekend though."

"Who is he?" Astoria asked.

"Blake Summerlin."

"Oh, a pureblood! Dear, you found yourself a good catch. Rich, handsome, and from America's Salem school."

My mother bit her lip. "I don't know-"

"Oh, just give him a chance!" Aunt Cissy scolded.

I rolled my eyes and put my trunk into an empty compartment before sitting down. A blond boy, about a few years older than me, walked in.

"You must be my cousin," he said.

"My name's Sahara, and you are?"

"Scorpious," he said flatly. "Pleasure."


His blonde hair was cut short and his gray eyes looked me over.

"You seem unafriad."

"Should I be afraid? Your father's put my mother through worse than being sent to school."

He laughed, "Is that what she told you? It's because of your mother that my father is in jail."

"Is that what your mother told you?" I countered. "And besides, I believe my mother was still in prison when your father went there. Get your facts straight."

"Fiesty, you have your grandmother's temper."

"I wouldn't know," I said honestly.

"I never met her but my mother showed me memories of before she switched sides. Did you know that your grandmother was a Death Eater?"

I nodded, "She switched sides, it doesn't bother me."

"Just wait until we get in school. Everyone will be talking about you."

"Oh, shut it, Malfoy," I growled. "Leave me be."

"No, I think I'll hang out here for a while."

"Why? I don't want you here and we obviously don't get along."

"If you get sorted into Slytherrin, I can make sure you have the best friends."

"I'm going to be in Gryffindor. Mother says I have the courage and the brains. Unlike you."

"Aunt Bella wouldn't say that," Scorpious said, paling.

"Oh, but she did. I might have added a few words."

"You'll most likely be in Ravenclaw like your filthy traitor-blood cousins."

"They are your cousins as well," I sighed.

He furrowed his eyebrow, "And your filthy Weasley family."

"Still related to you because of my mother," I smiled. "Sorry, but they are anything but filthy. They are sweet, caring, kind, and the complete opposite of you."

"Keep telling yourself that, Weasel."

"Did your father teach you that one?" I teased. "Uncle Ron told me that your father would call my family Weasel's, when really it was him that was turned into a ferret in fourth year."

"Why - I - You."

"Like I said, get your fact straight."

He stormed out of the compartment and I laughed. Not so much as five minutes later, there was a knock on the glass.

I opened it and smiled, "Can I help you?"

"All the other compartments are full. Do you mind if we sit with you?" A boy with sandy blonde hair asked, with two people being him. A girl with long black hair and green eyes as well as a boy with brown hair.

"Not at all, make yourselves at home," I said, letting them in.

I sat near the window and looked them over. "Are you first years as well?"

They nodded, "My name's Parker Lincoln," the blonde haired boy said. He had ice blue eyes that captured me and I smiled.

"Sophie Ingleton, Muggleborn," the black haired girl said. Her green eyes looked almost feline. She was pretty and I didn't need Aunt Alice to tell me that we would be friends.

"Kellen Summerlin," the brown haired boy said, "Pureblood."

"Summerlin?" I asked. "Any relation to Blake Summerlin?"

"He's my father. How do you know him?"

I flashed him a smile, "He's dating my mum. Which brings me to myself; Sahara Weasley, Pureblood. Which house do you think you'll be sorted into?"

"House?" Sophie and Parker asked.

"Yes, houses. There are four houses which determine which classes you have at what time. Raveclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherrin - which produces all the bad wizards - and Gryffindor - of my Uncle Harry Potter and my other family members."

"Isn't your mother Bellatrix Raven Black?" Sophie asked.

"It was Weasley when she married, but I don't know if she changed it back after my father died, but yes."

"She's best friends with Hermione Granger, the Weasley brothers and sister, and Harry Potter!"

I smiled, "Yes, she is."

"Isn't your mother a criminal?" Kellen asked.

I looked at him, "No. She was wrongly convicted."

"Five years in Azkaban?" Kellen continued.

"When my grandmother switched sides, she stayed with my mother, and my mother was sent to five years for keeping Bellatrix with her. The Ministry was in uproar because it was unfair."

Kellen smiled, "Just checking. So I think I'm going to be in Gryffindor. What about you two?" he asked Sophie and Parker.

"I don't know. I am rather smart, so according to Hogwarts, A History, it would be Raveclaw, but my father says I'm brave, so maybe Gryffindor."

"I have no idea what I'll be in," Parker said.

"Did you grow up with magic?"

He shook his head, "My muggle grandparents took me in after my mum and dad died in a car accident."

"Oh, I'm sorry. But do you know what houses your parents were in?"

"I think it was Gryffindor."

"You'll most likely be there," Kellen said. "It's genetic, really."

The door opened and Scorpious along with a few boys appeared.

"Scorpious, please leave."

"Why, my dear cousin, you can't tell me what to do."

"I'll tell Aunt Cissy!" I laughed, "And maybe your mother. I know if I tell my mother you are bothering us, she will personally come after you. You know, you were a cute little two year old at her wedding."

He glared at me, "This isn't over."

"It is, dear cousin! But it is!" I called after him as I shut the compartment door.

"Who was that?"

"Scorpious Malfoy. My cousin."

"I'm sorry," Sophie said. "He seems. . . pleasant."

I snorted, "Anything but, and I've only known him for about two hours."

I sat back down next to Sophie and we got to talking about books, because like her, I've already read them all. These were going to be my friends this year, I knew it. And hopefully for the years following.

Alright, this is the sequel to 'Bellatrix Raven Who?' so read that first! Thank you and I'll keep you updated at least every week!

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