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It was a couple weeks after Anya was sent from dinner by Remus like a petulant child, and they were spent mostly locked in her room. She was content locking herself away in the musty room, and away from the other occupants of the house.

She would only leave her room for the bathroom, meals, and when she would sneak out and sit in the lounge at ungodly hours of the night. She had gotten good at making her way through the old house without a sound.

At night when the house had gone silent and she was pretty sure everyone was asleep in their rooms; she would bundle up in front of the fire with whatever book she had grabbed from the Black family library earlier in the day.

The books were never terribly interesting, but it was soothing to Anya to read by the fire. It reminded her of the nights she would spend in her father's study with him, both in their own chairs by the fire reading. Just being in her father's presence was enough to make all the tension and anxiety leave Anya's body when growing up.

She had been at Grimmauld place for a few weeks now and the emptiness she felt without her father around had yet to cease. She knew he was alive somewhere in the world, and she was desperate to find him and reunite with him, but she knew she would be caught by the Ministry. She wasn't prepared or, as much as she hated to admit, she wasn't strong enough yet.

The crackling fire in front of her was the only sound that broke the silence in the room as she thought about what it would take to find her father's prison.

She had scoured the Black family library for any information about her father arrest she could find, but there was no useful information. She could only hope that the library at Hogwarts would be more forthcoming with answers.

If she was being forced to go to school, she hoped that it wouldn't be a complete waste of her time. If she could get even the slightest hint about his prison's whereabouts, whatever time she spent in that school would be well used.

Her planning was broken when she heard footsteps coming into the sitting room. She could see Sirius' thin figure merge from the dark hallway and into the lounge where she sat.

"Finally leave your room then?" Sirius teased to the younger girl.

She shrugged and turned back to the fire; her book forgotten in her lap.

"Look, Anya. I know that you are in a house full of strangers, in a completely different time, and I can only imagine how much you miss your father- "Sirius seemed to choke slightly on the word father, reminded as to who it was. "-But you need to face the changes. You need to adapt and not lock yourself away from the world. As much as you don't like it, you are going to have to face people when you go to Hogwarts and try and be a normal teenage girl."

"A normal teenage girl? I've never been normal. I was a leader in Papa's revolution. Grindelwald's revolution. I was by his side planning, and being taught, I was the first at his rallies and his battles. I am his biggest supporter and now I am expected to just forget all that and attend some school?" Anya said.

Sirius sighed and sat down next to her on the couch.

"Grindelwald's time is over. His revolution ended 50 years ago, Anya. It was a few weeks ago for you, but for everyone here? It's something most of us Order members were babies during, if we were born at all. The kids at Hogwarts learn of Grindelwald from their textbooks and second-hand stories. For your own sake, you must blend in. Dark times are coming Anya, and this time you're not a leader in it. You're on the opposite side of that darkness, and you mustn't get lost in it. You claim you fought for equality for the wizarding world, and now you must do it again. But this time, instead of against the Muggles, you have to fight against an even greater wizard that wants to oppress the magical world." Sirius spoke with fire in his eyes, and Anya could tell how important it was to him to get his words to sink in.

She took a deep breath, looking away from his eyes to ponder his words. She had spent weeks denying it, but he was right. Her father's revolution was over and was now only seen as a dark time in history. Those battles she had planned and fought were nothing but a passing memory now. She might not know the details of this war that was no doubt hovering over the wizarding world currently, but she knew from past experiences that the air had that feeling.

Locking herself away would earn her nothing. She needed to learn about this time she was in, she needed to learn about the Order and about this Voldemort. She had to understand to be able to make a difference. She was no help to her father by sitting around and reading. He would be disappointed in her for acting in denial and not stepping up and taking control. He taught her how to be a fighter, not someone to sit on the sidelines.

She loved the wizarding world, and she had fought to make them free, was this really all that different? Last time the Muggles were the enemies, this time it was a wizard.

She turned and looked back at Sirius, nodding her head at him. A small smile graced his features and she let out a small smile of her own.

"You're right, Black. I need to step up and not hide away from the undeniable truth. Its been 50 years since my involvement in Papa's revolution. I need to leave the sideline and continue the fight to help my fellow wizards."

Sirius patted her hands joyfully before standing from the sofa. "Great! Now, are you all packed for Hogwarts? You lot are leaving in the morning; you need to get some rest."

"Yes, I finished packing everything this morning." She stood from the sofa herself and neatly folded the blanket that she had draped over her lap. She picked up the book and held it to her chest, "I'll make sure to put the books back that I borrowed from your library."

Sirius waved his hand in dismissal. "Keep them if you want, I'll never read them. I was never one for reading, let alone the stuff my family kept." He grinned and held an arm out towards the hall, gesturing for her to go first.

They made their way silently up the stairs, stopping when they came to Anya's door. Before Anya's could stop herself, she whispered to the man walking away.

"Sirius?"

The man in question turned around and raised a brow at her.

"Thank you"

"Anytime" He said with one more small smile and she walked into her room, feeling lighter than she did earlier in the night.

Morning came far to quickly for the sleep deprived girl. She grumbled to herself for a few moments, before forcing herself to get off the bed and get dressed.

She chose a simple white button down, tight black pants, and a pair of black oxfords. She threw on the long black coat with gold buttons, and built in waistcoat she had bought when she first went shopping with Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. The long coat brought a sense of security to Anya. It reminded of her of her father. The coat she originally traveled to this time wearing was neatly folded in her trunk. It was almost a replica of her father's coat and she didn't want anyone to get any ideas if they saw it.

She put her hair back into a neat ponytail, only a few small strands framing her face. Her makeup was simply done, and her father's necklace was securely hanging from her neck inside her shirt, hidden away from view.

Chaos greeted Anya when she walked out of her room. Mrs. Weasley's screaming seemed to be in competition with Mrs. Black's portraits howling insults.

"—COULD HAVE DONE HER A SERIOUS INJURY, YOU IDIOTS—"

"—FILTHY HALF-BLOODS, BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS—"

Anya could only roll her eyes at the pandemonium that seemed to be unleashed in the house. She really hopped that it wasn't always like this before going to Hogwarts, she didn't think she could handle it if it was.

Anya quietly made her way downstairs with her trunk, trying to stay unnoticed for as long as possible. She met Sirius eyes from the bottom of the stairs and made her way to the taller man. She observed the room to find that it was currently occupied by herself and Sirius, along with the twins, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley was continuously bobbing into the room franticly.

She didn't see the trio however, not that she was complaining. She had avoided the three to the best of her abilities, not wanting to suffer through their pretentious behavior at her "possible Death Eater status" as they seemed so inclined to believe.

It seemed as if Mrs. Weasley could read her thoughts about the three 15-year olds not being downstairs.

"WILL YOU LOT GET DOWN HERE NOW, PLEASE!" She bellowed and Hermione was the first to come bounding down the creaky staircase.

"Sorry!" The bushy haired girl squeaked at the angry mother and hurried to Ginny with her trunk in tow.

Harry and Ron were quick to follow as well, their clothes looking rumpled and their hair was uncombed and messy. Anya rolled her eyes at their appearances. 'Couldn't they at least try to look neat? Are all teenage boys like this?'

"Come on you lot, we have to meet Tonks" Mrs. Weasley shouted over Mrs. Black continued tirade of insults against the house's inhabitants. "Leave your trunks, Alastor's going to deal with the luggage…oh, for heaven's sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!"

Anya turned to face the man at her side, only to seem him gone and a large black dog in his place. The dog bounded to Harry's side, jumping over the various trunks that blocked his path. Anya couldn't help but giggle at the man's antics.

Everyone soon started to make their way out the front door, starting their journey to wherever they were going. It didn't occur to Anya till that moment, that she had no idea how they were going to get to Hogwarts.

Once everyone was out of the house and reached the sidewalk, Grimmauld place disappeared like it had never existed. Tonks was quick to greet them all at the corner with a smile and winks.

"We'd better hurry Molly" Tonks said checking her watch.

"I know, I know," Mrs. Weasley moaned in frustration, "but Mad-Eye wanted to wait for Sturgis…If only Arthur could have got us cars from the Ministry again… but Fudge wouldn't let him borrow so much as an empty ink bottle these days… How Muggles can stand traveling without magic…" the red-hair woman rambled.

Anya walked behind the twins and Ginny, but in front of Ron, Hermione and Harry and Sirius. Ginny glanced behind her to see Anya walking alone and paused in her step to join the blonde.

"Why are you walking alone?" Ginny asked, and only got a raised eyebrow in return.

"Right, I forgot you have been locked away" Ginny teased and giggled when Anya sent a glare her way.

"Where are we going?" Anya asked lightly. She enjoyed Ginny's presence more then she did the others. She was still annoying, but at least she didn't act self-righteous and try and interrogate her like the others.

"We are going to King's Cross. Its how we get to Hogwarts." Anya gave the girl a disbelieving look.

"Kings Cross? Isn't that a Muggle train station?"

"Yeah, but there is a platform for 9 ¾ its where we get on the Hogwarts Express. The Muggles can't see it."

Anya nodded thoughtfully, intrigued to see how the platform managed to be hidden from thousands of Muggles that went through the station every day.

The group walked for around twenty minutes before the large station came into view. They made their way inside, and Anya couldn't help herself but to scowl lightly at being surrounded by the oblivious Muggles.

They were shoving into her from every direction, and she was on the verge of cursing the next one who bumped her into oblivion, before their group stopped between two pillars. She looked around for any sign of the hidden platform, but it all looked normal and Muggle-ish.

She watched as the twins leaned against one of the pillars casually, before they fell into the wall and vanished.

Anya realized that the pillar led to the secret platform, and even though she had been raised around magic, she would never get over how astounding it truly was.

Everyone made their way through the barrier, Anya crossing it with Ginny. The secret platform was filled with parents and student all yelling, the sound of trunks being loaded on the massive red train echoed in the air and Anya could hardly hold in her amazement.

"I hope the others make it in time," Mrs. Weasley said, staring at the entry way to the platform.

"Nice dog, Harry!" A boy with dreadlocks called to them from a few feet away.

"Thanks, Lee!" Harry called with a smile and Sirius made his excitement known with never-ending wag of his tail.

Moody was quick to join the group with a cart full of everyone's trunks. Mr. Weasley following quickly behind him, along with Remus.

"I don't think we were followed. I'll still be reporting Sturgis to Dumbledore, that's the second time he's not turned up in a week. Getting as unreliable as Mundungus." Moody grumbled.

"Well, look after yourselves" Remus gave quick handshakes to the teenagers, patting Harry on the shoulder before coming to stop before Anya.

Remus placed both hands on the girl's shoulders and looked down at her. "Remember, keep your head down and blend in. Don't forget to enjoy yourself though, school is an experience that is unforgettable."

She nodded in thanks as he pulled away, and Moody gave his farewells.

"Don't forget, all of you – careful what you put in writing. If in doubt, don't put it in a letter at all."

He turned and pointed at Anya. "You, behave. No spouting about your father or your beliefs around." She sneered and sent him a blood chilling glare.

"Its been great meeting all of you," Tonks said and gave Hermione, Ginny and Anya hugs, "We'll see you soon, I expect."

A loud whistle sounded, and students started to rush to the train.

"Quick, quick," Mrs. Weasley gave them all quick hugs, mumbling at them all to write and behave as she went. Sirius stood in his dog form and placed his paws on Harry's shoulders before Mrs. Weasley pushed the boy away and towards the train. Before Anya could follow Ginny, a wet tongue licked her hand and she looked down to see Sirius.

She gave him a small smile and an affectionate pat before walking into the train.

"Ginny, can I sit with you? I don't feel like being caught alone as a new student." Anya asked, and Ginny nodded with a grin.

"Of course!"

Fred and George broke away from the group, and Hermione and Ron were quick to follow in the opposite direction. Anya only caught a brief sentence about 'prefects' before they were gone. Harry was left alone, and Ginny made her way to him.

Anya hoped that the redhead wasn't going to invite the boy to sit with them. Anya didn't think she could handle being around him for who knows how long they would be stuck on this train.

"Come on," Ginny gestured to him, "if we get a move on, we'll be able to save them places."

And there is was. Anya's hopes were dashed when the invitation was offered, and he accepted. The three made their way down the corridor, struggling with their trunks in the tight space. Harry seemed to be fighting in front of him at the students staring and pointing at him.

Anya had noticed some of the stares and confused looks directed at her, but she walked with her head high and authority in her step, not letting them get to her. She had fought in war; she could handle measly gossiping teenagers.

They arrived in a carriage towards the end of the train where a tall boy with a dark hair and round face was standing, lightly shinny with sweat and out of breath. No doubt from hauling his trunk up with one hand, his other hand holding onto a toad. "Hi, Harry" He panted. "Hi, Ginny…Every where's full… I can't find a seat…"

"What are you talking about?" Ginny peered around the boy and into the compartment behind him. "There's room in this one, there's only Loony Lovegood in there—"

Neville murmured about not wanting to disturb her.

"Don't be silly, she is alright" She said laughing. Ginny went in and put her trunk away, Harry was next, followed by Neville and finally Anya. Anya swiftly placed her trunk on the overhead rack and took a seat next to the window and across from a girl with hair almost as blonde as Anya's.

Her blonde hair was long and scraggly looking, she had pale skin and pale eyebrows and her eyes so wide that it made her look constantly surprised. She had an air of preoccupation, but Anya knew that could hide intelligent minds. Her wand was tucked behind her ear and she had a necklace made of butterbeer caps, and one the things that caught Anya's eyes the most, was that the girl was reading her magazine upside down.

The girl started at the new arrivals without blinking, and it placed Anya on edge. She believed that she could take the girl if she attacked, but she didn't appear aggressive, just odd.

"Have a good summer, Luna?" Ginny asked pleasantly.

"Yes," Luna said dreamily, not looking away from Harry. "Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. You're Harry Potter," she added.

"I know I am," Harry said uncomfortably.

Neville chuckled and Luna turned her eyes to him and Anya.

"And I don't know who you two are."

"I'm nobody" Neville hurriedly said. Anya rolled her eyes at the nervous boy, slightly annoyed with his lack of confidence. Anya had been surrounded by confident and authoritative figures growing up, rarely coming across someone who was as nervous as this boy seemed to be.

"No, you're not," Ginny said sharply "Neville Longbottom –Luna Lovegood. Luna's in my year, but in Ravenclaw."

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," Luna sung lightly, before turning her focus on Anya.

Anya locked eyes with the girl and held out a steady hand.

"Anastasia Rosier"

Luna delicately shook Anya's hand before pulling away with a tilt of her head.

"Hungarian? I recognize the accent. My father had a friend from Hungry that used to work on the Quibbler with us."

"You're right, most people can't place my accent on the first try."

"Are you a new student? What House are you in?" Neville asked her nervously, his face pale after hearing her last name.

"I'm new this year. I don't know what you mean by my house, however." Anya responded.

"Everyone gets sorted into a House when they come to Hogwarts. Ravenclaw is for the intelligent, Slytherin is for the cunning, Hufflepuff is for the loyal, and Gryffindor is for the brave." Ginny explained "Harry, Neville, Hermione, and my brothers and I are all in Gryffindor. Hopefully you will join us there" Ginny added, pride evident in her voice.

Anya nodded absentmindedly. "Perhaps" was all she said and turned to face the window, watching the scenery pass by in a blur.

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Yayy! We are finally off to Hogwarts! She will be sorted in the next chapter and things will finally start to pick up. I hope you guys enjoyed and sorry for not posting sooner.

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