Chapter 3
Sighing Layla wished that everyone would not react the way that was expected. Yes, a long time ago I had relished being Tom's sister but that faded almost 45 years ago.
"Oh my, I'm sory," the slightly rounded women flicked her wand and the plates quickly reassembled themselves. "I'm Mrs. Weasly." The redhead tried to muster a smile to go along with her name.
"I'm Layla Black, but judging by your reaction at my sight I guess you already knew that," I wryly stated.
"Oh-I- It's just," Mrs. Weasly was getting flustered.
Before she could muster up an explanation a voice interuppted her.
"Mom where-"
"Are you?" the holder of the voices quickly apparated with a pop and the mothers attention was diverted to what apperaed to be twins.
"Fred, George how many times do I have to tell you, just because you can apparate doesn't mean you have to!"
The twins, Fred and George's attention left there Mother and landed on me.
"Mom who's-"
"This?"
It is understandable that they don't know who I am, only the adults who were old enough to know the story's before the ministry banned them know who I am. I am the Watcher but, know one young know that.
"I'm Layla Black," I answered their question.
They seem unsatisfied with that answer but got to handing out plates as their mother asked. I smiled at the thought of the happiness those twins must feel everytime they look at eachother. The bond that I rarely experienced in my life as a child.
"Why don't you go look around," Sirius murmed.
I nodded and headed up the grungy stairs to the second floor.
"Mudbloods, filth, dirtying my mistresses noble house," a harsh rasping came from beside me. A smelly gobinlike creature was muttering under his breath. Two watery eyes looked at me on top of a squat nose with pursed lips. All he was wearing was a dirty rag wrapped around a small waist.
"Ah Ms. Riddle welcome back to the Noble House of Black," Kreacher the house-elf bowed to me until his nose was squashed to the ground.
"Kreacher, from now on you wil refer to me as Ms. Black," I ordered knowing he would respect my wishes, since I was always kind to hem when I visited.
He bowed reassuring me the whole way. Satisfied I headed upstairs to see if everything was still the same as I remebered. All though Ms. Black wasn't around any longer and I had a feeling she did something to make sure that she will never be forgotten.
Hearing some scuffling coming from down the hall I went to investigate. From the looks of it, if my sources are correct, a Hermione Granger, Ron Weasly and Harry Potter were yelling about Harry not being informed, in a grungy bedroom.
I interferd and asked, 'What's all this yelling about."
They immediatly stopped and looked at me with questioning glance, no doubt wondering who I am.
"Um, I'm Hermione Granger," the brunette started to ask who I was but didn't get the chance.
"I know who you are I know all three of you," I started, " and I am Layla Black."
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Who am I? Well that's a mystery. (Harry Potter Fan-Fic)
Fanfiction'Seeing people change isn't what hurts. What hurts is remembering who they used to be.' Names are a curious thing, given without thought and taken away just as easily.Over the years I have been given many names to replace the one I was born with. Th...
