Lady Of The Moon

Amaris wandered down the isle, peeping through each compartment window in attempt to find one empty. She had little luck so far, all of the compartments being occupied by students.

She was at the very back of the train when she spotted him. Harry.
He was sitting in the last compartment with two others, Ron Weasley and the same bushy haired girl from flourish and blotts.

Figuring it would be impolite and plain old mean to not introduce herself to her brother before the sorting, (He didn't even know she was alive, she couldn't just let him find out in front of the entire school) she plucked up all of the courage she had and gently rapped her knuckles upon the wooden door.

She saw all three of their heads swivel in her direction through the compartment window,
She slid the door open partially but made no move to step inside.

"Hi, all the other compartments are full. Mind if I sit in here?"

All three gryffindors looked at eachother before look back at Amaris, shrugging.
Hermione was the only one to answer verbally
"Sure"

"Great, Thanks"
Amaris replied, sliding into the compartment and placing her trunk on the rack overhead.

She sat down and the compartment stayed in silence for a moment before Ron loudly cried out"Bloody hell! Your that girl who pushed Malfoy over in Diagon alley that day!" Though his words were slurred, half a liquorice wand hanging from his mouth.

Amaris coughed a bit in shock, not having expecting anyone to remember her.

"Oh yeah, I remember you" Harry said inquisitively.
Hermione stayed silent, giving Amaris a dissaproving glare.

Ron continued "Fred n George kept talking about you, kept saying you had done it on purpose or something. Not that I care, the blond git deserved it"

Harry laughed at his best friends antics, but grew quieter as he sensed the red headed girls discomfort. He decided to change the conversation.

"What's your name anyways?" He asked

This sent Amariss head spinning in a wave of unexpected anxiety. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, should she just tell them her name outright? It would be awkward but she couldn't find any less- embarrassing way to tell Harry she was his sister.

"Amaris, Amaris Potter." She spoke meekly, twiddling her thumbs.

The compartment fell into silence, until a frustrated Hermione Granger interrupted it. Her words cutting through the air like a dagger through skin.
"But there is no way you are a potter! Harry here is the last!"

Amaris scrunched her eyes and sighed, putting her head in hands.

"I'm sorry for introducing myself like this, Harry, but I figured it was now or never." She said, her voice muffled as she still hid her head dejectedly in her hands.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm missing something here. Who exactly are you?" Harry Countered in a stone cold voice that didn't suit him at all.

Amaris lifted her head and slumped further into her seat, raising her head up to look up at the carriage ceiling before looking back to Harry, their green eyes meeting.

Amaris looked away and turned to both Tom and Hermione, who were giving her nasty looks but ultimately staying quiet.
"Do you two mind giving us privacy, for just a moment at least?" She asked them but Ron cut in steadily "anything you want to say to Harry you say with us here, we're not leaving our best mate with some creep"
Hermione nodded along.

Amaris just looked away from them before stating flatly
"Your twin sister, Harry."

An even more prominent silence engrossed the compartment before Harry stood to his feet, anger painted all over his boyish face.

"My sister was named Clementine.  And she's DEAD" he let out, hand on his front pocket where Amaris could see the tip of a dark wooded wand.

"Please Sit down, Let me explain. I changed my na-"

"No! No I won't let you explain! You're pretending to be my dead sister, for merlins sake!"

At this Amaris felt anger and hurt flood her senses. She had spent all summer worrying over Harry,  wondering what he was like. But here he was, accusing her of lying. She could understand it though, if she had not have been assured by lupin, she probably wouldn't believe Harry was her brother either.
With this in mind, she carried on her sentence acting as if Harry hadn't interrupted her

"I changed my name, Clementine always felt too old fashioned for my tastes, is all.
I'm sorry Harry, I didn't even know you existed until a few weeks back."
The small room had fallen still, all three other passengers glaring directly at Amaris. She decided to continue, try to make him see she was telling the truth.

"Someone blocked my magic and dumped me in a muggle orphanage when I was little. I didn't even know magic was real until uncle moony- I mean, a friend of our parents found me and took me in."

Harry now looked more confused than ever, but stiffly sat back in his seat. "I don't believe you"

"Understandable" she muttered, looking down defeatedly. But then a look of realisation hit her face, a small smile tugging at her lips and she raised her head hurriedly.
"I can prove it, hold on a second let me get something from my trunk."
Amaris cast a wandless Accio and a peach blanket slipped out from her trunk and floated into her outstretched eyes.

"Oi! How'd you just manage wandless magic!?"
Pressed Ron, an obvious look of bewilderment etched upon his features. Amaris wasn't paying much attention to him though, and replied simply "a magician never reveals her secrets"

What Amaris was more focused on was Harry's reaction to the old blanket as she handed it over to him. He looked confused before realisation flashed in his eyes.

Remus had apparated Amaris back to the orphanage a few days after they had initially met in order for her to gather the few belonging she had left; Two pair of blue jeans, a navy blue hoodie and a peach baby blanket with her name 'Clementine' neatly hand embroidered onto It. the matron had told her she had been wrapped up in it when she arrived there.

She remembered now that she had her memories back that it had been a gift from her parents when she was barley a few months, Harry having and identical once but with his name and it a light shade of green, rather than peach. And seeing the look on Harry's face now, as he took the blanket into his own hands, caressing the soft fabric gently as he stared, she knew he could remember. Perhaps he still had his baby blanket.

"W-where'd you get this?" He chocked out.

"I was swaddled in it when I was left at the orphanage."

"Oh"

"Yeah... you probably still have doubts, I mean, if I were in your shoes I would definitely have doubts."

Harry looked up at her, angry expression gone but still a tone of apprehension in his eyes as he looked over his supposed sister. It was the first moment he actually took notice of just how much he looked like his sister from the image he had saw from the mirror of erased last year, the reflection of his twin and the girl standing in front of him being practically identical.

A glimmer of hope filled his heart. Maybe it truly was his sister? His face brightened a tiny amount at the prospect "well, um, would you mind coming to speak to professer Dumbledore after the feast? He might have more proof"

Amaris tried not to grit her teeth at the reminder of a certain
magic-blocking-memory-wiping-child-abandoner , but took the blanket from Harry's hands hands, vanishing it back to her trunk with no more than a flick of her wrists.
"Of course"

After that, the train ride continued in a less-awkward but still tense air, until it was time to put on their robes. Both boys left the compartment while the girls changed, and then the girls left the compartment while the boys changed. Once done, they all sat back down and the silence resumed until the train stopped.
They had finally arrived at hogsmeade.

—-
Separating from Harry and the others at Hogsmeade Station, Amaris was more than confused at where the fuck she was supposed to go. No one had bothered to tell her beforehand, much to Amariss frustration.

"Firs' years! Firs' years! Follow me"
A rough, scratchy voice bellowed out with a thick West Country accent from somewhere close by.
Scanning her eyes across the busy station she found the man who was causing such a ruckusS He stuck out like a sore thumb, with his large and rather intimidating stature, his dark wiry hair that had a few grey strands and his overgrown beard that no doubt had rotten food hidden its its depths.

She figured he probably worked at Hogwarts, judging by the way he was gathering the first year students and decided to ask him about where she aught to go.

Walking over to him, getting pushed by a few students along the way, she finally stood before him. He was even taller then she had anticipated.
The grubbily man,
Noticed her presence and looked down to her with a warm smile "Yeh a firs' year?" He asked.

"I'm actually a second year, but I only just got accepted here. I'm not entirely sure which way to go. It would be of great help if you could help me find my way"

Hagrid look befuddled for a moment before something seemed to click "ah, right. Dumbledore told me 'bout a new secon' year, he did. I musta forgot yer name though" he said with his attention drawing away from her and onto the first years that had started gathering around them.

"My names Amaris Potter-black, Nice to meet you mister...?.
Hagrid didn't say anything. Confused as to why Hagrid had fallen silent, Amaris looked up only to find him staring right at her.
Oh.   Right.
She had almost forgotten people always to acted like absolute weirdos at the sound of her last name (and now names, seeing as Black seemed to have some gravity to it too)

With a start, The bearded man seemed to snap out of his thoughts and let out a nervous chuckle "aye, er, me names 'Agrid, keeper of keys and grounds at 'ogwarts" he replied, removing his gaze from Amaris and was distracted by one of the first years asking him when they were going to start heading to the magical school.

Hagrid gave one last concerned look towards Amaris before instructing her to follow behind him and the first years.

After sharing a boat with a random first year who's name she forgot to ask, Amaris arrived outside the castle gates and was quickly ushered inside of the large, beautifully lit castle.

The castle was bold on the dark blue beyond. It stood there as if conjured from the storybook of a child. It was perfect. Amaris imagined unicorns in the courtyard, because if those towers could exist, why not? Every stone was even and square, as if those who built were set on perfection, as if they really loved what they made. They were walls made to protect a community, to echo with laughter and be the shelter they needed for the students of past, present and future.

Professor Mcgonagal, a stern looking woman with point features and a dark blue set of robes introduced herself and went on to explain the houses and the sorting ceremony to the first years, but Amaris was hardly paying any attention. She already knew all of it anyways, having read hogwarts a history multiple times over the summer.

Instead, Amaris was busy thinking about her introduction to Harry. It hadn't gone as bad as it could've have, but she definitely could've lie to herself and say it went well, either. She just hoped that with time, they would grow closer.

"Miss, are you listening to me?"
"Girl, stop daydreaming!"

Amaris snapped her head up, all thoughts of Harry being pushed back for later.

"I've been trying to gain you attention for 2 minutes! now hurry up and stay by my side. You will be sorted once the first years are done and seated at their house tables"

"Yes professor"

McGonagall tutted and placed a hand over amariss shoulder, walking her into the great hall with the First years trailing behind.

-

It was a grand space, to say the least. The huge, mahogany, trestle tables took up most of the vast space the warm, inviting hall offered. At the tables sat daring students, ready ruin the perfectly varnished shine with their unworthy fingerprints. The gleaming, golden plates and goblets embellished the wooden Surfaces like diamonds and jewels on a royal crown. 

The enchanted Ceiling commanded attention from the entire hall. The glittering, sliver stars were dotted across a velvet, navy blue sky in a way that reminded Amaris of one of her favorite paintings by Van Gogh. The smooth white candles whose wax never seemed to drip was the next thing that caught her attention. Amaris didn't dare to blink, incase the magnificent sight that stood before her vanished.

"Fucking hell" she whispered, still walking further and further into magnificent space.

At the very end of the Great Hall, the teachers sat in a row facing the vast sea of young minds. Most Of the adults were smiling down at the first years, some had a scowl spread across their aging faces.  

Dumbledore quickly caught her sight, he looking directly at her, it seemed to Amaris that he was staring right into her soul. His face, once cheery, had fallen completely emotionless.
His eyes glittered with a negative curiosity yet he did not show it on the rest of his face. Dumbledore looked away and turned towards A greasy-haired man dressed in all black and seemingly whispered something into his ear.

The black cladded man slowly turned his head away from dumbledore and in her direction, meeting her eyes. Agony seemed to set over his features for a brief moments before he stood from his seat, and walked briskly over to a second exit, his robes billowing behind him and the door slamming shut behind him.

This confused Amaris very much, she hadn't done anything wrong, had she? Amaris wasn't even sure who the man, him not appearing in her visions of the year at all. But he obviously knew her, if even a look at her could induce such a reaction as that.

Ara looked up at Professor McGonagle who had let go of her shoulder and was standing behind a wooden stool, placed on top of which was a brown, worn out looking hat.

Amaris moved to the back of the huddle of children waiting to be sorted, McGonagall had already given a short speech which Amaris had completely ignored, still trying to come up with an explanation about the long nosed mans weird reactions.
Putting that thought behind her, she focused back on the current events. The Sorting Hat, which she had also read about in Hogwarts A history, had already sorted a five or six first years.  

A few moments later and everyone who had once been standing in front of Amaris were sitting at their respected tables. Amaris looked around her, gulping from the twang of nervousness she felt in her stomach

"Lastly, let me introduce our new second year student, who didn't attend her first year due to... technical difficulties " McGonagall announced across the hall.

A twisted expression plastered over her features as she read out the name
"Amaris Potter-Black"

The students remained silent for a beat, before the entire hall Burt out into whispers. Almost every member of staff tended up at her name, other just looking completely baffled. She had expected it though. By now Amaris was tempted to just change her name again but to something completely unassuming.

A roll of her eyes and small scoff espaças her lips as she walked up to sit on the stool and noticed just how stupid these morons looked getting so worked up over a surname.

Placing the Sorting Hat onto the young girls head, Professor McGonagall stepped back and waited patiently for the hat to talk.

Amaris was suddenly plunged into stuffy darkness as the large hat slipped past her eyes, being too big for her head. She hadn't been quite prepared to hear the hat(?) talking to her in her mind, but managed not to lose her composure wu front of the entire school.

"Hmmm, I never expected to see another Potter come to hogwarts, atleast for a few more years And a black too, interesting."

Amaris just scowled.

"Now... where to put you, where to put you"

"You have bravery, more so than many. Passion and loyalty for those you love runs through your veins, I have no doubt you'd do well in Gryffindor, with your brother."

"You're an observer, you watch your surroundings closely, picking up on details others would Simply not notice.
And.. yes...
There is greed for knowledge that goes so deep within your mind that I'm ensured you'd thrive in Ravenclaw;for You are also undoubtedly intelligent".

"Pair these traits with your undeniable thirst for power and ambition... I have no doubts that you would benefit greatly from Slytherin.
But, alas, you hold no true prejudice against those who have not harmed you or those you love. You may not go as far in Hufflepuff, but you would make friendships unlike any others while in the house of the badgers."

"So what is it to be, child of the moon. This decision is now completely up to you"

Amaris ponders over the hats words for a minute of two before replying.

"Please place me where i can cause the most inconvenience to Dumbledore, mr hat. I told myself I'd cause him chaos, and I don't go back on my word"

The sorting chuckled.

"SLYTHERIN"