The Girl Who Dared

Chapter 1- The plan

*One year prior to Hogwarts*

Trouble was my middle name. Well actually its James, but my uncle Remus liked to think it should be "trouble". I think you can guess why. Even at the ripe age of ten years old, I was always poking my nose in places it shouldn't be poked. Opening my mouth when it shouldn't be opened. Doing things that I really shouldn't be doing.
It's been like that all my life. My godfather always told me I get it from my dad. He was a trouble maker too apparently when he was younger.
Believe it or not, that was the only thing I considered good when the topic of my father ever came up. Very little did the topic arise but when it did (usually my curious self would ask about him), my werewolf of a godfather would say the same three things.

"He was a murder. A trader. But he was my best friend."

I always saw the sadness in his eyes, especially when it came to those last few words. I can't imagine saying my best friend was a murder. But I guess saying that my best friends parent's murder was caused by my father wasn't much better.

Harry Potter the boy who lived. Lived merely two blocks away from me. Remus never shows his face to him ordered by the ministry, but as for me, well I've known Harry for as long as I can remember. Remus let's me be friends with him as long as I don't reveal anything concerning the wizarding world.
I hated that bit. I hated lying to Harry. He had a right to know who he was and how important he is. And I hated his so called guardians for keeping the truth from him. But at the same time I didn't want Harry to know. At least not the parts about who my father was.

Now your probably wondering why I'm mentioning my criminal father so much? And I can answer that question. You see my fellow readers, I am about to do something ether very stupid or something that might answer my own questions. Or both.

At ten years old, I am going to break into Askaban prison, to visit my father.

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"I still don't understand. Out of all the things you wanted for your birthday. You know most kids your age ask for a puppy."

I looked up with a cheeky grin towards my godfather Remus, my new books on my lap and responded...
"Who needs a puppy when I have you uncle Remus?"

He narrowed his eyes at me
"That's not funny."

I snorted which soon turned into a laugh at his face, and soon his stoked expression turned into large grin, and a shake of his head.

"Ok you cheeky thing, you happy? Those are the books you wanted right?"

I looked down at the three books I had gotten.

"The history and map of Askaban prison"
"Everything you need to know about Water Nymphs"
"Animagus and how to become one"

At least two of these books were to assist me with my master plan. The third being the Animagus book, would be for a later date.
I got up, pushing the books and wrapping paper aside and hugged him tightly.

"There perfect. Thank you."
I heard him warmly chuckle
"I'm not done yet."

I let go and he walked over to a cupboard, he tapped a piece of wood with his wand, which disappeared and turned into a colorful bag.

"I had to hid this good from you." He turned around with a smirk holding the bag
I raised an eyebrow
"You'll have to teach me that spell."
He laughed out loud
"Not a chance you bugger. Last time I taught you a spell you were interested in, you turned the kitchen table into an owl."
On that note my baby owl Quinn flew in from the window, and landed on my shoulder.
"Awww Quinn is so much better than an old dusty table, I did us a favor."
He rolled his eyes and walked over placing the gift on my lap.
"But I didn't ask for anything else. Remus you didn't have to-"
"Save it. It's your birthday and you deserve the best."