Only Time Will Tell

Only Time Will Tell

Harry Potter Fanfic


Chapter 1

The Day I Got My Letter

"Keyra! Keyra, get down here now!"
"Ugh...One sec, Dad!" I call, rolling out of bed and running my hands through my long black hair. My head is pounding from a hangover, and as I glance in the mirror on my way to the door, I am satisfied to see my make-up from the previous night smudged all around my eyes.
"KEYRA! Get your ass down here NOW!"
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the sweet, angelic voice of my beloved father.
"I'm coming, Dad! Keep your pants on!"
I stumble at the top of the staircase, and grab onto the banister, thankful for the extra support. Suddenly,I feel hands around my waist, steadying me. I turn my head,and look at my butler.
"Thanks, Frueuff,"I sigh gratefully. He smiles wryly.
"It's not a problem, Miss Starr," he answers, "But maybe you shouldn't goas heavy on the drink next year." He winks. Like he doesn't know my problem. I can stop any time I want to, he knows that.
The problem is; I don't want to.
Frueuff turns and walks away, into my little brother's room to shake him gently awake. I sigh, and continue my way down the stairs.
"KEYRA STARR!" my charming father's voice booms thoughout the house. "COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT! OR ELSE!"
I roll my eyes, but don't bother answering. The kitchen door is mere feet away from me; why waste my breath? But the door flies open before I reach it, and the delightful, purple face of my dad appears in the frame. Lovely face to wake up to every morning. He strides out of the door, and grabs my arm. Pulling me fiercly, he shows me the state of the kitchen. I take it all in, and smile to myself. I am so very proud of my handiwork.
The kitchen floor is littered with broken glass, spilled drinks,and various foods dropped from plates now shattered and strew among the silverware. The fridge door is on the ground,and the shelves are wrapped up in the curtains. The dishwasher lies open, and instead of being stacked with plates, is covered in tomato ketchup, mustard, and something that looks suspiciously like a smashed computer. Amidst the glowing chandeliers, huge eyes of every colour stare out at us, glazed over and slightly cross eyed. The hands of several house-elves protrude out from the over-sized candles, clutching bottles of Butterbeer and Firewhisky. The tables are overturned and the chairs have completely disappeared; I happen to know that several are outside in the garden, a few made their way onto the roof, and the rest were shrunk down and pocketed by Mundungus Fletcher, who was thrown out soon afterwards for gatecrashing my birthday party.
My 16th birthday party.
My dad's eyes are bugging out of his head, bloodshot and huge.
Despite all of this, and my emanant punishment, I can't help admiring my handiwork.
"What," Dad hisses "Is the meaning of this?"
"Well," I explain patiently, as if talking to someone slightly intelligent (but only slightly), "You said I could have a party. Y'know. For my sixteenth birthday. Which is today. Thanks for saying Happy Birthday, by the way. I love you too."
Dad narrows his eyes and glares at me. I glare right back. Suddenly, a tawny owl swoops in, it's wings stretched wide. It drops a letter at my feet, and flies out again importantly. I reach down and pick it up, breaking the sealon the back, and pulling out two sheets of parchment. It reads:



(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Keyra Starr,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

The second page read thus:



Sixth-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
5. Dress robes (for special occasions)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.


All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble

1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

My mouth drops wide open in shock. My dad is looking at me sternly, still furious about the state I left the kitchen in, but I can sense the pride beneath it.
"I thought you said I wouldn't get in?" I accuse him.
"I didn't think you would," Dad answers shortly, "But Dumbledore must want to take you on...."
I look down at the letter again in shock. I had been going to Beauxbatons,but was expelled for reasons I would rather not say here. For my fifth year, I was transferred to Durmstrang. I wasn't popular with the teachers in the slightest, but the students loved me. I was the practical joker, the one who cheered everyone else up. But that didn't mean I loved my life. I declined into depression, and was found drinking several times during the school year. Eventually, Karkaroff was forced to let me go. What with my track record, it wasn't expected that I would be going back to school.But apparently,Dumbledore wants too take me in. No doubt he thinks he can 'help' me. But I don't need help. I can sort out my issues fine by myself. And thinking that, I get to work cleaning the kitchen of the mess I made, absent mindedly picking up an unopened bottle of Firewhiskey, and shivering with delight as it warmth fills me up from the inside.

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