Anastasia Monteque and The Sorcerers Stone

Chapter One: King's Cross Station

"Anastasia". I ignored the voice. My head seemed to be swarming with thoughts of my first year at Hogwarts. What would it be like? Would this new chapter of my life be scary? Oh my goodness, I'm scared out of my wits. Well, what do I expect, this is what I've been trained for my whole life. Everything leads up to these coming moments.

"Anastasia!", this time the voice was barely audible, so I continued to ignore it. Would I finally get to start over, learn a little magic. Well of course, more than I already know, which is quite a lot at that.

"ANASTASIA!", I flinched out of my daydream and back into reality. I was sitting in a cab on my way to Kings Cross Station, Platform 9 3/4.

"Yes?", I asked. I looked up to see Professor Quirrel next to me, along with my Kate and Ben (my fathers work associates)

"You remember the plan don't you?", Ben asked, "Get in, get sorted, find Harry Potter."

"And Kill him.", I finished, "Yes I know Ben, we've been over this a thousand times.", I mimicked Ben's voice, "And if anyone interferes, kill them too.", I dropped the accent,"I know exactly what I'm doing, you trained me for this sort of thing." Kate and Ben exchanged nervous looks.

"We're just worried you might, you know...", Kate explained carefully, she seemed as if she had chosen every word handpicked, just in case she slipped up she knew how to counter it.

I sat up in the Cab's seat, "What, do you think I'm going to slip up, fail, get us all killed. Of course not, just have a little faith in me." My expression hardened quickly. I knew Kate and Ben didn't really mean that, they were just afraid. I would definitely think something was wrong if they weren't, because that's how we've always lived, in fear.

"You know who won't be pleased if you fail, Ana.", Quirrel spoke softly, adjusting his turban slightly, "He speaks to me, you know." The Professor eyed me as if to say, 'You fail, we all die. Be cautious, Girl".

"You mention that every day, Quirrel. I wouldn't be surprised if the world knew.", Ben muttered angrily. Kate quickly whispered something in his ear that sounded like, "Bite your tongue, do you want get us all killed?" Quirrel laughed, no it wasn't Quirrel, it was the soul behind his turban.

"Take off the Turban, Professor. I want speak to the child before she leaves on her ever so important quest.", the voice said in a snakish voice. I shivered, I hate that voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard, but ten times worse. Quirrel looked like he had other ideas but hesitantly unwrapped his turban. He turned so his back faced me.

Voldemort's beady eyes and pale shriveled face bore into me like daggers. I swallowed hard and looked down, my head bowed.

"Don't be afraid my child. You will succeed, over the course of his school years, but I would prefer it done quickly, if you can do that.", He said in his slithery voice.

"I can do that.", I said, my voice said with a easily detectable twang it fear. Voldemort tutted at me with something that seemed like sympathy.

"Child, you are correct, you can do it. Now go out there and bring me Harry Potter's remains.", Voldemort commanded.

"Yes,", I looked up confidently, "Father."

Ben and Kate looked more nervous than ever and even Quirrel's eyes were filled with fear. I didn't understand what was the big fuss. Well, at least I had a cover name. I didn't want to go around as Anastasia Riddle, otherwise people would be on our trail for sure. The cab stopped. I peered outside the window. Kings Cross never seemed so lovely. The sky's were blue and were scattered with white fluffy clouds. I made my way past Quirrel, not even bothering to say goodbye, and into the fresh English air. I turned back to the cab.