Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Female Reader Insert)

1: Flying Car.

The stern looking woman looked at the little girl in front of her, who looked around ecstatic, for her first year.

"Austara." She remarked, firmly and the girl turned towards her, curiously.

Cherith Gregorious, now L/N carefully brushed the girl's hair away from her face and dusted her clothes.

"You're a L/N. Behave appropriately."

The girl furrowed her brows.

But, the woman didn't seem to notice and kept on going, "Make us proud. I'll be hoping to see the red uniform, the next time I see you on Christmas."

"Do I have to get into Gryffindor? I thought, it didn't matter, what house I got into."

The woman froze and then, glared, "Absolutely not. What are people going to think, if Godric Gryffindor's only living heir, enter another house?"

Austara truly didn't care about her house, but she still replied, "I'll get into Gryffindor, I promise!"

She sighed, "You're too naïve."

"I'm not! I'll do my best, mother- I'll be the best student in Hogwarts, if need be!"

"Your ambitions are out of bounds. Just focus on what you need to. Be your best self."

"I always am." She grinned.

Her mother just shook her head in response. The train whistled.

"Now, hurry." The girl nodded eagerly and ran towards the train, ruining her H/C coloured hair again.

Just before she entered, she waved at her mother who looked at her, "Don't disappoint me."

"I won't." Austara wasn't fazed, already quite used to her mother's harsh words. In fact, it was the opposite. She saw it as an opportunity- an opportunity to prove her wrong.

She waved again from the window. Her mother payed no attention to her enthusiasm, as she looked at her glittering pocket watch in hand.

That fateful day, Austara L/N broke two promises.

1.) She didn't become a Gryffindor.

2.) She couldn't become the best student at Hogwarts, because a certain man named Tom Riddle always beat her to it.

"That's rough." remarked Alphard Black, as he sat beside Austara.

"It's been.. how many years now?"

"Five." She said in a quiet voice, as she brought the lit cigarette to her lips.

"You ever talk to your mother, after that?"

"No. She stopped talking to me, after that. Not one word, ever since she got word that I got into Slytherin."

"So, you're like a housemate in your own house?"

"Pretty much."

"Sounds good to me." He shrugged as he blew the smoke out of his mouth.

"I'll never know how your mind works, Black."

"Well.. it doesn't matter anyways. I'll know how yours does, after some time."

"How do you mean?"

"I'm quite sure, my family is planning to throw me out, soon. Better live my life, until then, right?"