Alexandra Black

Chapter 2- Stories

I had heard of Harry potter before, but when I woke up overhearing that he was in my year, that was something different. Was it all true? What about that scar? 'Stop' I told myself. 'Don't worry about anyone else's story before you figure out yours'.

I got up and combed through my waist-length thick black hair. I had always thought of myself as a little girl waiting to find friends, but when I looked in the mirror I saw a confident but shy girl waiting for her time to shine, and this year would be my chance.

I spent my whole life in this school. Never had I left it. The only times I had been outside were for playing quittitch. I pulled on worn out skinny jeans and a blood red hoodie. Without worrying about socks, I slipped my pale feet into my old converse sneakers. I took one last glance in the mirror, and grabbed my travel cloak.

I found 'Professor' Dumbledore sitting at his desk. I guess it had never occurred to me that he was like, a hundred years older than me. He raised his head and opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"No. Miss. Minerva explained everything. I have calmed down a bit but I don't really know if I will ever fully forgive you."

With that I swiftly walked out the door . Suddenly I stopped. Turning around I opened his door again.

"Can you tell me about my dad please? And, why he went to Azkaban."

He leaned back in his chair and held out his hand, directing me to the chair sitting in front if him.

"Your father came from a pure blood family. He was the first to not be sorted into Slytherin. He was in Gryffindor along with James potter and Lily Evans. Marlene McKinnon was one of Lily's friends. When Sirius grew up he was your parents secret keeper. People claim he betrayed the Potters, telling Voldemort where they lived so he could go kill the boy. But actually, the Potters had recently changed the secret keeper to Peter Pettigrew. One of your fathers friends in school. That wouldn't of put Sirius in jail though. People believe he killed 13 muggles that night, and Peter Pettigrew." this was a lot for me to take in at one time.

"You said people believe that happened, do you?" I asked.

"I do not know the whole story, and although your father got into quite a bit of mischief, I don't believe he would do that." Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Dumbledore said. "Oh hello Minerva. We are finished here. Have fun Alexandra." I stood up and put on my cloak. I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said. My father went to azkaban for something he didn't do?! But I moved that thought to the back of my mind for later contemplation, I had some shopping to do.