AN: Okeh I know I started a Twilight/Harry Potter fanfic that involved Astrid but that isn't the time she was actually supposed to be in. There are certain things I'm carrying over from that fic and other's that I'm not. For instance, Sirius still is a vampire who can walk in daylight but he doesn't shine like they do in that book. That is because of a potion though. Kind of like wolfsbane for a wolf to help with the transformation, only for vamps to be able to walk in daylight. It's part of a new decree that came with the legalization of Vampire Rights.

Half breed vampires still have the strengths of their undead parents and no sunlight weakness but they grow normally and are largely discriminated against by both the wizarding and vampiric communities. There are only a few half breeds in the world simply because vampires don't have the resolve to not drain their victims. Astrid is basically the same as the other story except her age and when she was made.

Set in Harry's kids' time. I hope you like it.

The rain came down in soft waves as she looked out the window. There were people out on the streets but she wasn't allowed. It was pouring outside and her dad didn't want her out even in sunny weather. He knew she craved the freedom to be in the open world but it was safer inside. There was a less likely chance of something going wrong or people discovering who she was. Being a halfbreed was never easy but when adding in the genealogy of her family...well things got complicated.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Bum, bum, bum."

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

"Da, da-da, da." Astrid hadn't realized she was spacing out and playing back the tapping she heard. That is until the tapping stopped and the grey outside the window hooted. Her blue eyes widened as the blonde finally noticed what she was staring at. Sitting on the ledge was a barn owl...and it had a letter. That wasn't so out of the ordinary given that it was a wizard's owl but the seal on the letter jumped at her.

"Hogwarts. Oh my god, Daddy! My Hogwarts letter came! It came! It actually came!" The girl's father came in from the study and looked out the window.

"McGonagall must've had your name. Don't leave the owl on the sill, Astrid. Let the poor thing in." As fast as her fingers could, the blue eyed 11-year-old opened the window and took the letter from the owl.

"Thank you so much. I've been waiting forever for this thing! I can go right Daddy? Hogwarts is a safe place."

"Yes it is and yes you can. Just don't tell anyone about your mixed blood. Most won't take kindly to it. Not to say that it's bad but I don't want any added prejudice on you." Astrid nodded quickly. Halfbreeds of any kind were looked down on, even those that came from muggles and witches. The term mudblood had been widened to include all mixed breeds, which burned her to no end. She'd show them mudblood.

"How am I getting to Diagon Alley? You will take me won't you?"

"I'd love to take you but I won't be able to...not without risking running into people I knew. I have to stay out of sight."

"Is that why you won't take the sunlight potion? Because you don't want to go out? Daddy..." The black haired man fluffed his hair in frustration.

"Astrid, you're too little to understand. I'll make sure you get to Diagon Alley and get the things you need. I promise." Sighing the girl rolled her neck but came willing into her father's arms for a hug.

"Ok...but you'll have to come out one of these days. You can't stay locked up in a house in London forever. You have to get out sometime, even if it's only at night."

"I will. Don't worry about me. I'm going to send an owl to McGonagall to see about getting someone to help you with your school things, oh and Astrid. Congratulations on the letter." The blonde grinned and looked down at her letter again. She was going to Hogwarts. Finally, she would be able to get out and see something other then the walls of her home. Now she loved her father very dearly but he had been out of step with time for awhile and it would be hard to adjust to it again. Astrid assumed he didn't want to hurt those he'd left behind by springing back up into their lives. Still, the high-spirited witch wished she could walk into those lives, wished she could be part of the circle her father had been. She wanted the life they should have had...if her cousin hadn't robbed them of it.

"Hello there, are you Astrid?"

"Yeah, and who are you?" The man in their doorway was clearly wizard, though no one on the street would notice. He was dressed normally but the magic was coming off him in soft waves. He didn't seem threatening but with others she could never be too careful.

"I'm Neville Longbottom. I'm a Professor at Hogwarts. Headmistress McGonagall sent me take you to Diagon to get your things for this year. As I understand it you don't have anyone that can take you?"

"Oh...they sent you? Man, this lady doesn't know what she's got in store for her. Hang on one sec." Astrid raced back inside and up the stairs to her father's room. It was always open to her so she never bothered knocking.

"Hey Daddy, a professor guy is here to take me to Diagon Alley. I'll be back later ok? I'll bring something for you."

"You don't have to do that." Sirius Black was looking out the window. Clouds were as good as night to a vampire...at least this way he could still feel some-what connected to world outside.

"They have a sweets shop. I'll bring back some sweets for you. I could bring that new book that came out about Harry Potter if you like." That got her dad's attention.

"Yeah...that would be lovely Astrid. Thank you. Make sure to get yourself a pet. Owl or cat I don't care which."

"Any breed I choose?"

"No more then 50 galleons."

"Ok, I'll be back soon. Love you!" The blonde was running to her room to get her jacket before racing back downstairs to the man from Hogwarts.

"Are you ready to go?" She nodded, slipping on her boots.

"Yep, just know if you do anything to me my dad will hunt you down, like, no joke."

"Then I have nothing to worry about. Let's go." Neville led her to an area of London she had been to only once and led her through into Diagon Alley. The place was bustling with new and returning students. All Astrid could do was look around in pure joy, trying not to smell all the people. Professor Longbottom smiled at her.

"Yeah, that was my reaction to first seeing Diagon Alley too."

"What first? Oh my god I want one of them!" Her face was almost touching the glass as she looked in at the brooms. Her father wouldn't let her get one this year...hopefully next year.

"First years aren't allowed to have brooms. Gringotts is first."

"Uh, you can't go with me when I do. You aren't allowed." Astrid turned in a snap at the older man. There was no way she was going to let him know that she was getting money from Sirius Black's second vault. He would know and he might snitch.

"You can't go alone."

"Oh please, nothing in Gringotts scares me. No worries old man." She patted his arm as she started to march toward the large marble building that held the wizarding world's money. Maybe Kirken wouldn't allow him. He knew Sirius and knew that her father wanted his privacy. Gringotts was the same as always...well the same as it had been when she'd come here once before. That was five years ago though.

"I need Kirken. Kirken, Kirken, Kirken."

"Why do you need a specific goblin?" Professor Longbottom really kept on top of her didn't he? Maybe he'd had experience with losing things?

"Kirken has our vault key. It's one of the older vaults...one of the oldest vaults. Each of those vaults are held by a goblin and only that goblin can go to the vault. Only those the vault belongs to can go. Get me? Which means you can't go." She located the goblin in charge and requested Kirken. He wasn't too far away. Goblins always could sense the magic.

"Ah, Miss Astrid. Hogwarts letter?"

"Yeppy. I get to go~ I need into the vault and tell him he can't go."

"Miss Astrid is the only one aside from Mr. S and myself that is allowed in the vault." The blonde grinned in triumph. He wouldn't see the vault and wouldn't find out that it was the Black Family Vault...the original family vault. The one that hadn't been used in centuries and one that the Black Family had even forgotten about until Sirius dug it up. The vault was still almost full when he'd gotten to it. Good thing too since Sirius had given Harry everything.

It didn't take long to get the money and she was back again shortly after. At least she could get things she needed now. Cauldron, robes, gloves, wand (10 1/2" African Blackwood with a chimera scale core), and then came the books. There was one she was definitely getting for her father. The newest biography of Harry Potter. There were quite a few biographies on the life of the Chosen One but this was done by someone close to Potter himself.

This one was done by none other then Hermione Granger. She was on a mission to clear up all the details of his life that most other biographies got wrong. She had been with him since his first day on the train to Hogwarts and was there through everything, to the very end and Voldemort's defeat. It was good that someone was actually going to give him the proper light he needed. So many things had been said about the wizard...she hoped this would clear the air on it all.

"Anything else you need before I take you home?"

"Uh, yeah. An owl...or maybe a cat. I'm not sure which." The owl emporium wasn't far away. There were so many different owls and cats...but eventually she went with a beautiful black owl with bright golden eyes.

"You are adorable...I want this one."

"Four galleons and five sickles miss." Astrid quickly brought out the money for it and paid. How lucky!

"Why is it so cheap?" The professor was asking the one question Astrid never would have thought to ask.

"She don't like people. Bites everyone. Her name's Hecate (pronounced H-eh-k-eh-t) kid." Well, that wasn't fair. How was she supposed have a pet that didn't like her? Astrid still came near and found that the man was wrong. Hecate came right to her and perched on her shoulder hooting softly...awww.

"Dude, you're looney. She's sweet."

"You're the first she's come to, too. Good luck with her." Astrid walked out of the store with her new owl in a cage in her hand.

"I guess you're lucky then."

"Guess so. I thought of a cat but Dad hates them. I was told I could get one if I wanted but I like her better anyway. Well, I'm all set, see you at school old man."

"Make sure you get to King's Cross Station on September first before the train leaves." The wizard handed Astrid her bags at the door and left. How odd. He was a strange man. September first came so slowly for Astrid. She wanted to be out in the world...she wanted Hogwarts.

"Today's the big day. A taxi is taking you to the station and I expect you to go there and follow the rules...at least the ones you've gone by since forever." A grin played across both Sirius and Astrid's faces. She knew he'd been a notorious troublemaker in school and he knew she would follow in that legacy.

"Got it. Get there and on the train before 11am."

"Exactly, and make sure to find good people to sit with. They're usually the ones that end up with you till the end. That and I wouldn't want you to end up making enemies the first day."

"You mean like you did?" The vampire smiled at his daughter and gave her a hug.

"Behave to the best of your ability little one. I have no doubt you will run into trouble but that's in your blood."

"Love you Daddy...I'll send a letter soon." The blonde kissed her father before going off. The taxi was outside, ready to help her get her things to the station...now she just had to get on the train. It was easier said then done since there were so many students but somehow she managed it. Sighing the girl blew her shoulder length chopped up hair out of her face. The 11 year old got her trunk and things onto the train with the help of a red headed man.

"Thanks. I don't understand how they think kids could lift something this heavy. Do they think we're Kryptonian?" The man laughed and shook his head. He understood the reference simply because he had grown to enjoy muggle comic books.

"I highly doubt it though you could pull off a young Kara." Astrid allowed herself a smirk before getting on the train.

"You kidding? I could be Kara." The man seemed really nice and for helping her, she was grateful. Astrid wandered around the train trying to find a spot to sit when she spotted a nearly empty cabin. Only a black haired kid was in it.

"Well hello." It wasn't until she got two steps closer did his smell nearly overwhelm her. She'd been around humans and didn't take blood from them simply because she didn't desire it. They smelled...unappetizing. But this boy certainly drew out her fangs, hardly noticeable but still there.

"Uh, hi. Seat?" The girl moved to the seat and resisted his scent. She hadn't succumbed to blood yet and wouldn't start now.

"Thanks. Everywhere else makes me feel claustrophobic." The boy looked curious.

"You afraid of small spaces?"

"No. Just don't like a lot of people. Most get on my nerves and there are a lot of them out there." Somehow the kid seemed to find that funny.

"You don't seem that way." Astrid couldn't hide her grin.

"Looks are very misleading. I'm trouble, don't let the blonde hair and big blue eyes fool you."

"Not for a second. Just as well, dad says I'm about as much trouble as my grandfather was." That brought a smile to her face. He was easy to talk to. The boy looked somehow familiar too. Had she seen him in Diagon Alley and just not smelled him? It was possible. His scent wasn't strong enough to exude much past his own body. With time the magic would get stronger...and so would his scent. But the young Black was sure she could build up a tolerance of it.

"Maybe we should have a contest to see who can cause the most chaos."

"I'd bet you but you'd lose. My uncle's George Weasley. He'd be more then happy to lend a hand in mischief making."

"Get out, no way. You're related to the guy who owns Weasley Wizard Wheezes!? I love that place! Dad won't let me go there. He says I could find too many things to help in my 'devious' plans. They're not all devious. Some just get away from me." It was just then that another boy entered the cabin. He and two friends of his couldn't have been any older then they were but he certainly acted like it.

"Well, well, well, got a couple losers in here. Do you mind? It's for the elite people." The boy had been only gesturing to the kid across from her but Astrid stood to face the three with annoyance in her eyes.

"You are absolutely right and you happen to be disturbing us so why don't you three just run along to a less exclusive cabin?"

"I wasn't talking to you but if you want to throw yourself in with that rubbish then by all means you can join him in getting tossed out. Now leave, I said it once nicely. I won't be so pleasant a second time." This time the black haired boy stood up.

"And neither will I. You don't own this cabin; we're not going anywhere." Not that she needed the help but it was sweet for the guy to jump in. Still the brunette that had walked in wasn't backing down.

"You don't want to do this Potter. You don't want an enemy out me. And you don't want to hang out with his kind." The name didn't really register to Astrid at that moment. There was a flash of anger in her eyes. What was this guy's problem?

"I'd rather hang out with his kind then an ugly toad like you whose only kicks in life are belittling others and being a total stuck up snob. No thanks. I'd rather keep my dignity." This didn't seem to sit well with the guy, though he left in a huff. The boy next to her grinned.

"Dude, you just told off Damian Zeklos. Nice." The lithe girl grinned and looked at her new found friend. It was only then that the name clicked.

"You're a Potter. Like as in the Oh so famous Harry?"

"Uh yeah, he's my dad. Why?" The guy seemed suspicious of this. He looked like a Potter from what she'd seen of both James and Harry in Sirius' photos...he had blue eyes though. Not the hazel of James, nor the green of Harry.

"I didn't know his kids were old enough to go to Hogwarts is all. I'm Astrid by the way." Her comment eased the distrust in his eyes. The grin that came to his face seemed very natural to his look.

"I'm his oldest. James Sirius Potter at your service." She couldn't help but laugh a little at the slight bow he made. He was a James too...and a Sirius. Whatever Potter had been thinking, it wasn't on namesake. He was just asking for trouble with a name like that for his son. Even though it wasn't long after she met him, Astrid knew that this was what her father had meant. It was the ones you meet on your first day that would stand the test of time. James was someone she'd have with her for a long time to come.

AN: Okeh that was the end of the first chapter of my new Harry Potter story~ I do want to ask anyone reading this to vote on Astrid's middle name. It is either going to be

Carina

or

Orion

So please review and let me know. I am leaning toward Orion simply because that was the working middle name I had when developing Astrid but Carina is a female name unlike Orion and both are stars in tradition of the Black family names. Also just so you know this is how the exchange rate from wizard to muggle money.

1 bronze Knut = £0.01 (US about 2 cents)

1 silver Sickle = £0.29 (about US$0.57)

1 Galleon = £5.00 (more or less US$9.75)

Got it? Good~ Let me know what you all think! This shall become a very...interesting fic. Mind you it will probably be a bit long but seeing as I haven't gotten all of Astrid's life down it will take some time so please be patient with this story. Review all~