Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter 1-7 or anything else, except maybe Rebeccca.
I loved this movie, it was cute and hilarious and Ron finally gets a girl... even thought she's a bit of an obssessive pysco*. In this one, there is a lot more *Third Person* so you get to see a bit of what everyone else it thinking, especially Harry.
I hope you enjoy reading my version of Half-Blood Prince! Have fun!
Name: Rebecca Adhara Black
Parents: Sirius Black and Ambrosia Sherwood
Stepfather: Gregory Sherwood
Gifts: Witch and a Metamorphmagus
Blood-Status: Pure Blood
Status: Well off
True Features:
Hair: Long Curly/Untidy Dark Brown
Eyes: Blue
Current Features:
Hair: Long Wavy Brown shades
Eyes: Gold
Age: 16
Home: Grimmauld Place, Order of the Phoenix Headquarters
School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Gryffindor
Patronus: Wolf
Friends: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Amount of times she cried over her dead parents: Tons
Dear Rebecca,
I have a favor of great importance to ask of you. I will arrive at Grimmauld Place around ten o'clock Tuesday night. Have your bags packed and ready.
A. Dumbledore
I patted the unfamiliar owl sitting on the window sill affectionately before it flew off and a flurry of feathers. What kind of favor would Professor Dumbledore possibly want from me? I mean, the most important things about me were that I was a Metamorphmagus and that I was 'secretly' the daughter of the dead Sirius Black and Ambrosia Sherwood.
"Who's it from?" Tonks asked as she tried to read it over my shoulder.
"Dumbledore. He wants so sort of favor," I told her as I sat back down at the table, sitting across from Lupin.
"Did he say what it was?" Lupin asked.
I shook my head.
Lupin sighed and then shrugged.
"Whatever it is it must be important," Tonks put in a she waved her wands at the dishes in the sink, causing a large amount of bubbles to appear and overflow onto the floor. "Fiddlesticks!" she exclaimed, waving her wand again to send a dish flying across a room and into the wall.
"It can't be that important if he's asking me. If it was important he'd go the Harry. He's everyone's first choice," I muttered.
"That's not true," Tonks said shaking her head as more bubbles fell to the floor, making her hair turn orange as she glared at the rebel bubbles.
"It was for Sirius," I muttered, crossing my arms on the table and setting my chin on them.
"Don't say that," Lupin said tapping me on the nose the way you do with a bad puppy. "Padfoot loved you more than anything. When he heard that you had gone to the Ministry, he begged us to let him go. He wanted to make sure you were safe, not just Harry,"
I looked up at Lupin. It was always like this around Lupin, him always finding a way to make me feel better, but I found that my happy feelings always dissipated when he left the room. I wanted to believe him, but how was I any better than Harry Potter.
"If you don't believe him, think about this," Tonks interrupted my thinking as she walked over, leaving the sink to do as it would. "Harry Potter is the son of his best friend and famous," she said holding up one hand like she was weighing it. "On the other hand," she raised her other hand. "You are his daughter and are a beautiful girl version of him and Ambrosia put together. You are also the daughter of the only woman he ever loved and ever loved him. You are also brave, wonderful and a Metamorphmagus,"
I watched her as she smiled at me. She was being a bit meladramatic between the two descriptions, but at least she admitted to what I had been saying all along. And it helped.
"Thanks, Tonks," I smiled, standing up to hug her.
"Anytime, Becca," she smiled, hugging me back, using the nickname she had given me.
"What did she say that I didn't?" Lupin exclaimed, looking confused.
"She fought for both sides of the argument," I told him with a smile.
Lupin looked confused, which only sent Tonks and I into a fit of giggles.
The next day Tonks left, looking rather depressed especially since her hair wasn't it's typical bubble-gum pink color, but instead was a mousy brown, similar to Lupin's hair color. The truth was that Tonks and Lupin had been arguing that night, I had heard it, though I hadn't heard what exactly it was about, but apparently it hadn't gone well for either of them since Lupin also looked more sick than usual.
Now it was just Lupin and I in the big house⦠well, us, my grandmothers' portrait and Kreacher. It was typically quiet unless we had visitors or if my grandmother's picture got the curtains open.
During my time there, I spent a lot of my time exploring the house and asking Lupin questions about my parents and even some about spells. I also did a lot of reading, anything I could find in the house really, even resorting to readying of Tonks' romance novels that she had left behind in the room she often used when she came over. But most of time was spent listening to the small muggle MP3 player my mum had bought me for Christmas on my first year. It had a lot of good songs in it which I enjoyed singing to.
After a week of quiet, Lupin left, having been given a job by Dumbledore to undertake. He didn't tell me what it was, but just told me that he'd send me as many letters as he could.
"You've still got family, Rebecca," Lupin had told me firmly. "You've got me, and Tonks at the very least," He quickly kissed the top of my head. "And I'll always be here for you, I made your mum a promise,"
And with that, he was gone.
I sighed and walked back upstairs.
(AN: *Am Going To Fix*)
