So ... this is the prologue first and I just want to say briefly that I only write in the present tense in the prologue - otherwise, of course, in the past!
so bussile and have fun with ...

THE PROLOGUE-LIKE CHAPTER

I open my eyes to see the steaming Hogwarts Express locomotive standing in front of me. It's like the time I've been here. The last few weeks before the school was closed. The last few weeks before the fight. The big fight ... (god, how I can write cheesy ...)
Anyway, I'm a Gryffindor. Fully. I am proud of it too. It’s also logical, right?
In any case, a lot happened last year. The final battle has come with Harry defeating Voldemort. Really defeated, first destroyed all Horcruxes and then killed, he really did it, and with a boldness that I have always admired in him.

I'm not like that, I'm just too quick-tempered, I'm also a very atypical girl. On the one hand I like to put on make-up, like to dress nicely and pay close attention to my appearance (the mirror, my best friend - it's not that extreme ^^), but on the other hand I love to provoke others, to duel me without a magic wand (if you know what I mean) and actually I find it quite funny to kick other people's asses.Yes I am.
I still attribute my negative sides to having to vent my pent-up anger at my idiotic name. I mean - Phaeo. Who's called Phaeo ?!
The funny thing is that it wasn't my parents who gave me the name, but a friend of theirs. Sirius Black. You have given him the responsibility to choose a name. A fatal mistake, I think.
It's actually strange that they left it to Sirius, I can't even imagine that they like him! But...

While we're on the subject of ME (which I like to talk about, by the way, no joke, so go on) - I have brown hair (is the most important thing, right?) And in my opinion black, other uncultivated people (somehow almost all of them) say they are dark blue - very dark blue, but not black, no matter what you think! * black black black *
It's also much hotter to have black eyes - I'm different!My style of clothing. HM Yes. Well. Let's put it this way - I ... well, now you'll think I'm crazy because, for example, I have a pathological aversion to baking, but I really like sewing. I mean that's how you get designer pieces - © by Phaeo! Yes, but usually sewing properly, sometimes I just sew or cut off my clothes that I have, you hardly find knee-length jeans anywhere - totally weird, right? -, decorate them with cracks and holes, although sometimes I buy a T-shirt that is three sizes too big (God, shop assistants can look so stupid!) and then cut / sew / snip / deface / etc ... yes i know ... i know this is weird ...
Oh yes, what I love are earrings. Big and eye-catching.[Author's note: ... do you know my profile? Read what it says about earrings ... but there must be earrings somewhere in a story, right? ^^]

I'm also relatively small.Anyway, tell me guys I walk around with - they have no comparison to another girl ... and since they're so ... um ... how was that ... stupid anyway? No ... oh yes, because after all they are the ... pigeonhole thinking gender ... I am apparently very small. (read: girls, are smaller> Phaeo = girls = smaller)
I also got used to not wearing sweaters but vests. Since an incident during a duel with a Death Eater. At that time, a second sneaked up on me from behind and held onto the back of the vest, which I only happened to be wearing at the time. The other Death Eater sent a curse and I only escaped it because I was able to get out of the vest quickly. If I had put on my favorite sweater that day, I would probably not have survived.
To commemorate this life saving, I also often wear sleeveless vests - after all, you don't always need a real vest.They are also quite practical ... you can determine the cutout yourself, depending on your mood, depending on the benefit ... * grin *

Let's get back to Sirius. You're all probably thinking now, "Why, he's dead, why talk about him?"
Quite simply - he's not dead. This bow wasn't what everyone thought it was. There are two copies, made x-hundred years ago by a certain ... um, yes ... did I mention that there are a few gaps in my memory? No, I think his name is (some idiotic titles follow) Cynto van Tsyl - a Dutch magician. He wasn't a white or a black magician, he was neutral and had a nice wife, a couple of children - oh, let's leave that.
In any case, it has figured out how and where you can create a portal to the afterlife - and that was near Reykjavik in Iceland, yes, quite close to today's - don't force me to write it again - on this island.
And not in this room in the Ministry of Magic, which didn't even exist back then.But there he used some aids (imagine it would be a divining rod - I think that's funny) the place (or what I know) where the four elements are equally represented (like in Reykjavik) by another Build portal (exactly the same as in R.) Sounds funny, because you ask yourself, "Where can you find the four elements in this room?".
Yes, quite logical, but there is an illogical explanation. He thought that there would be the union of the four elements and so he erected a stone arch there on the same principle as in Iceland. Unfortunately, 99% of the wizards consider him to be the other. Only the direct descendants of this Cynto know of the error, because there is no union of the four elements, he was simply mistaken.
So if a person falls in there now, he comes out on the other side - only unfortunately in a different sphere, time, level or something similar.That happened to Sirius. He was thrown backwards in time. A couple of hundred years back.
My dear namesake is a very clever person, yes, somehow I like him, although I owe the name to him. After a few days or weeks he realized what had happened and what year he was in. Since then there has been exactly a counterpart to the time turner, because Sirius found out that there was still no time turner and offered himself to help with the development, which was of course very welcome when the inventors of magic articles checked how much he knew - no what a miracle ...!
But he took a prototype with him and changed it a little on his own - it took a few months. And then my ingenious favorite uncle (… well, maybe not really uncle) made it into a time turner - yeah what should I call it? - to transform time accelerator (?).And - whoosh - he was back in the 21st century.
He showed up at the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the entrance hall - there was a riot. * laughs * (people thought they had seen Sirius Black, were scared, but at the same time some of the order members were there who took him away immediately and after a few "tests" also knew that he was really back. )
A few weeks later I found out that he was my namesake - of course that was withheld from me, because at first everyone thought that he was "bad" and then they didn't think it necessary to tell me about him because he was "dead". Great right?! I only found out about all of this when I went to Hogwarts this month and wanted to visit Sirius Harry, since he had just "returned".
You can't imagine how happy Harry was - I was happy with him. Besides, Sirius recognized me. (I didn't get to Hogwarts until Sirius was long "missing".Yes, I went to Durmstrang for a year beforehand (my father's wish), then went to school for a few years in a small private school near Dublin and then in a small, cheap magic school near Brighton. > That's why he has never seen me before (except as a baby) - and still recognized me.

My parents are white magicians - my mum was at Hogwarts, more precisely Hufflepuff - one of the many reasons why I wouldn't want to go there (another would be that I'm Zarachias my cousin and I hate him like the plague - BUT never mind) and my dad was in Durmstrang, but decided on our, the safer side.
Probably just to avoid fighting, but he doesn't do much against Death Eaters either, so he doesn't get too noticed - coward.
My mum is similar and exactly what I identify with old-fashioned. She doesn't work, just stands at home in the kitchen, has an incurable cleaning frenzy and bakes in her free time!I mean - bake ... hello? (sew = okay, bake = uargh ...)
My parents always live in the same rut, the same routine every day and they thought I would be like that too - well, bad luck.
As you can see, I don't necessarily have the best relationship with my parents - I even tried to freak them out last year when I was still living with them. I kept coming up with new ideas - it was so funny when I said I found our house too boring and then moved the furniture - my mum was about to faint! (That was just too much change for her ...)
Or by only coming home in the middle of the night (but I just did that because they didn't really want to let me go for that long at all) - all that sort of thing. (That would certainly make normal parents desperate too, but my ... hui ...)
But I didn't expect that it would make them so desperate that they deport me into "therapy" - yes, there is that also with magicians - unfortunately.It was actually an institution and they registered me there for a four-month cure - 4 months - that was at the end of August and that's why I shouldn't have been allowed to go to school straight away (for me, that's allowed - after all, I hate to be with myself at home - doesn't make any associations with Harry now - that's something completely different!), but after two weeks in this therapy I was totally exhausted - I mean, I'm not crazy, so I had no business there. There were only crazy people there !!! Good - hard-to-educate youngsters, and a few were nice too - but - no thanks!
I didn't manage to get in touch with my friends at the time until around October, who then notified Hogwarts for me (my former boyfriend once went to school there) because my parents had announced to this cheap school in Brighton that I wouldn't would come. I actually didn't go