Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS, PLOTS, ETC. AGAIN DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!

A/N: This is my first story told in first person. She is in her fifth year with Fred and George, Harry and the gang are in their third year. This will take you through the year through her perspective, possibly a glimpse from another person, but mainly what she has to go through throughout the year. I got this idea in my head about five years ago, and wanted to see how it actually turns out. Thoughts in italics. Hope you enjoy!

The Burdens That Come With Being My Father's Daughter

Chapter 1- My Screwed Up Life

I woke up panting in a cold sweat. I had the nightmare, that started when I was three years old, again. It went away a few years ago, but now it's back.

"Hey, come on. Mom's got breakfast ready," my brother Jason informed me.

Ugh...At least tomorrow I go back to school, I thought as I changed out of the boxers and tank top I used as pajamas. I slipped into a pair of low-rise blue jeans, flip flops, and a spaghetti strap shirt, that was short enough to show my midriff, but long enough to cover the belly button ring I'd gotten without telling my mother. It was just another thing to hide from her, along with my tongue ring and tattoo, but that was so low you wouldn't even see it if I had on my low-rise jeans or a bikini.

You see in my life I have to hide a lot of things. My family isn't exactly "normal." Both of my parents went to Hogwarts, it's a school for witches and wizards that I also attend. My stepfather is a muggle, non-magical, though. He works at some company, God only knows what he does. I've got four brothers and one sister. Though, with the exception of Jason, Nick, and Brandon, who are my half-brothers, they're all step-siblings. Don't get me wrong though, Kevin is awesome, close to the best big stepbrother a girl could ask for. Kelly, well, we get along okay, we tolerate each other at least. Nick is annoying, but isn't that what little brothers are for? He'll actually be joining me and Jason at Hogwarts next year. Brandon though, well, he's my soft spot. I love the guy. For a three year old he's smart, cute, and funny. I really miss him when I go off to school. I write letters though, and Kevin reads them to him. Now, on to my other sibling, Jason. Jason is, for all intensive purposes, my twin brother. We are the same age, born only eight hours apart, and we have the same mother. We shared the womb for nine months, however, we have different fathers. Weird? Yeah, I know. Apparently, our mother was dating my father, but sleeping with his father too. The story goes that she had sex with my dad, unaware she got pregnant, decided she wanted a baby with his father, and performed a spell to get pregnant by the guy. So, that's how me and Jason came into the world, twin-half-siblings. Only in the magical world, huh?

Of course, my mom broke up with my father so she could be with David, my stepfather and Jason's father. She was certainly thrown for a loop when she found out she was having two babies by two different men. (I wish I'd been able to see the look on her face.) Considering she never wanted me in the first place, she gave me to my dad, who was more than happy to have me. I lived with him for the first three years of my life, until he was accused of terrible crimes he never committed. I've always known he was innocent, hell I was there, I KNOW he is! Of course, no one listens to kids. So, the government shipped me back to my mom. She'd married David, adopted the two kids he already had from his first marriage, and was raising Jason. Let's just say I didn't fit into the picture very well. David has hated my guts since day one, and my mother has always seen me as an unfortunate mistake. The only people in the house who actually like me are Jason and Brandon. Nick likes me occasionally, and Kevin doesn't mind hanging around me, he's not as much of an ass as he used to be.

As I made my way into the kitchen Jason, Nick, and Brandon were already at the table, while mom was turning off the stove.

"Xandi!" Brandon called, using his nickname for me.

"Hey squirt," I replied, kissing his forehead.

"Eat up, then make sure you've got everything packed for school," my mother told me in her monotone voice she only uses with me.

"I made sure I had everything last night," I retorted. After she sent me a scowl, I rolled my eyes and surrendered. "Fine, I'll double check."

"Thank you."

Again with the monotone. Is that all she knows?

"I can't wait till I go to Hogwarts next year!" Nick announced chipperly. I had to smile, the kid was cute when he wasn't trying to annoy me to death.

Just then Harold, then the family owl, came in carrying today's Daily Prophet. Usually I'm not one for news, but the picture on the front made me freeze, fork midair and mouth open. My mom saw my reaction and immediately grabbed the paper and threw it into the drawer.

"Don't worry about it. Just ignore it. Don't forget, don't tell anyone," she told me.

Is that worry on her face? Of course it is, she doesn't want anyone to know he's my father.

A little late for that considering all the teachers plus Fred and George, my two best friends, know. Not to mention the fact that everyone says I look a lot like him. So, it won't take people long to figure it out. Though, my mom doesn't want to be connected to the convicted mass murderer who just escaped Azkaban, the wizarding prison that is supposedly impossible to break out of.

Oh, did I forget to mention that my dad is Sirius Black? Yep. Kind of adds to my complicated life, huh? That's me, Alexandra Isabelle Black Sanchez. (My mom added her maiden name to avoid the attention having the name Black would bring for the both of us.) I have one screwed up, complicated life, huh?

A/N: Yes, I know, another Sirius' daughter fic. Well, I've had this one in my head a lot longer than my other one. FYI, she's 15, just in case you were wondering. I hope to have the next chapter up soon. Well, I hope you liked the first chapter. Let me know what ya think! Reviews are appreciated!