Andorra wakes up, soaked in sweat.
"What a fabulous dream to have the night before Amortentia day, huh, Andi?"
Hazel's voice from her bed surprised her.
"Get ready, you two, it's Amortentia day," Lily says.
"We were already up," Hazel says.
"I call bathroom!" Andorra yells sprinting to the bathroom. She grabs a purple, turtleneck sweater with sleeves past her fingertips and a black miniskirt. She puts on her makeup, mascara and a little lip gloss, and she walks out with her black hair in a high bun and she slips into her white converse.
Hazel is in a grey sweater and white jeans. Her sandy-hair framing her face. She slips into her grey heels.
Lily is in a black sweater with a white miniskirt. Her fiery-red hair in a low ponytail. She slips into black heels.
"Why is everyone taller than I am? Even in heels I'm only to Andi's elbows," Hazel says.
"I'm just abnormally tall, perks of being a Potter," Andorra says.
"Time for breakfast, you two," Lily says.
The three walk to the Great Hall and in group by the Marauders.
"Can I go back to sleep now," Andorra asks laying her head on the table.
James strokes her hair, hoping against hope that the action will smooth it. "No, sweetheart, it's only 9 am.," James says softly.
Andorra's eyes shoot open and she looks at her brother out of the corner of her eye. "Who are you and what have you done with James?"
"Damn, it's that obvious?" James jokes.
"1, nobody touches my hair and leaves the situation unscathed 2, That was way too sweet and 3, your hair's less messy," Andorra says.
"Time to go, no one wants to see Professor Slughorn in a pissy mood," Hazel says.
"He absolutely hates me and I'd rather not get detention today," Sirius says.
"I completely forgot! It's Pete's birthday!" Andorra crawls under the table. She wraps her arms around Peter's neck. "Happy Birthday, Wormie!"
The girls walk together to potions. The sweet oroma coming from the dungeon. All three girls freeze in the doorway. Andorra smells gasoline and something sweet and and salty, like chocolate covered pretzels, in other words Sirius, Hazel smells chocolate and closed room, in other words Peter, Lily smells a woodsy scent and old books, in other words James.
"Oh. My. God," all three mutter. All three share a glance.
They slowly find a table. Only two people can fit per table so Andorra sits at another table with a pale girl. With silvery-blonde, elbow-length hair and light-brown eyes.
"Hi," she says.
"Hello," Andorra says.
"I'm Ivory," the girl says.
"Andorra," Andorra says.
Andorra, Lily, and Hazel sit by the boys at lunch.
"And if you yahoos are willing to risk to risk your lives for a bunch of strangers so, am I," Remus says.
"I'd rather die than live under a group of Slytherins," Sirius says.
Andorra sets her jaw trying hard to not betray her secret. She grabs a sandwich.
"I'm fine with dying for protecting the innocent," James says.
"Of course you are," Lily says.
"Now, is it for the innocent or the glory?" Hazel asks.
Andorra sets her sandwich down. "Why are we even talking about this? None of us are Seers and chances are we'll all be dead before we're forty anyway, whether we try to stay alive or not."
"Well I'm taking as many death eaters as I can down with me," Sirius says.
Andorra swings her legs over the bench and storms out of the Great Hall.
"She meant 'will you shut up'?" Hazel says.
"Well, it's not my fault girls are so confusing," Sirius says.
"Go talk to her, Black!" Lily commands. "You're the only one she'll listen to."
When Sirius finds Andorra, she's wrapped her arms around her legs which are curled to her chest. Sirius jumps up to sit beside her.
"Go away, Sirius," she says in a quiet voice.
"Lily told me to come talk to you," Sirius says. "I don't know why she thinks you'll listen, you've never before."
"I listen to you, I just don't do what you say," Andorra says. "Because, let's face it, you're horrible at giving advice."
"You know me so well," Sirius says.
"Just don't talk about you dying, okay?" Andorra says. "My friends and my brother are my entire life and I know when each of you are going to die so just don't, okay?"
"How do you know that if you're not a Seer?" Sirius asks.
"I'm honestly surprised James hasn't told you," Andorra says. "I'm a Necromancer."
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Don't Stop Believing {Sirius Black}
FanfictionAndorra Potter. The name nobody expected to see on the list of missing people. The name everybody expected to remain inconspicuous. She was rarely seen away from her friends and brother but somehow darkness managed to encircle her in it's clutches. ...
