The Sins of a Father

Chapter 1

Raven

Ten years later

I waited anxiously for my grandparent's to drive into the parking lot of King's Station. Today wa the first day of my third year at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it was something I've been looking forward to all summer. I loved my grandparent's with all my heart but they weren't like me, they weren't magical like I was. They didn't understand anything that went on in the magical world that I belonged to. What they did know though is that I was what the wizarding people called," Half Blood", it meant that both of my parent's were magical but my mother was a muggle with wizarding abilities.

My mother, Lily, died when I was about three years old she had been killed by an evil wizard, but we weren't supposed to say his name. My grandparents didn't know much about the wizarding world but they knew not say Voldemort's name out loud. As for my father grandma told me that he could possibly be dead or possibly alive depending on where he stood in the wizarding world. I thought that he had been dead because I've been alive all this time and he hadn't come from me, it never troubled me not knowing because I have two people who loved me.

Grandpa finally pulled into a spot at King's station and we all piled out of the car to grab my things. I raced down the aisles avoiding as many people as possible and once I made it to the magic doorway I waited for my grandparents so we could say our goodbyes. There was still 15 minutes until the train left so I stood a little ways away from the doorway so others could go through.

"Excuse me, can you tell me how get to Platform nine and three quarters?" a smaller boy asked shyly. The boy had messy dark brown hair, round glasses that needed to be fixed and clothes that fit properly; but the thing that I noticed the most was a scar that kind of looked like a lighting bolt on his forehead, and his eyes were the same color as mine. For some reason he seemed a tad bit familiar to me but I couldn't place where I had seen him before.

"Is this your first year?" I asked, curiously. The boy nodded, I smiled at him then looked directly at Platform nine and ten.

"Okay, what you want to do is run your cart right through the nine and ten," I answered simply, the boy looked back at me skeptically and I smirked at him. I laughed once, "I know it sounds completely mad but I promise that's how it's done, I would run first but I'm waiting for my grandparents but you are welcome to wait with me if you would like," I offered, the boy looked around for a while then finally agreed.

"I'm Raven, by the way, Raven Evans," I introduced, holding out my hand. The boy took my hand and shook it.

" I'm Harry Potter," he replied with confidence.

" Well it's a pleasure to meet you Harry Potter," I responded with a grin.

"Raven, you better hurry and get to your train - oh I'm sorry is this one of your friends Raven?" My grandparents eyed Harry Potter and squinted like they were trying to figure something out about him.

"Grandma, this is Harry Potter," I introduced. Both of my grandparent's mouths dropped and a look of familiarity took over their wrinkled faces. Harry and I exchanged confused glances before turning back to my grandparents. I noticed tears in my grandmother's eyes but she tried to blink them away. I felt more confused than ever.

"Grandma, Grandpa? Do you know him?" I asked. The old woman looked to her husband, he nodded slowly then she looked back to us.

"Yes... in a way and honestly I never thought we'd ever meet. Dumbledore told us to keep you two seperated - for safety but I guess there's no avoiding it now," she paused to take a breath. "Raven, you see, your mother was Lily Evans and her husband was James Potter," she hinted. I took a glance at Harry and it seemed that he had figured it out before I did.