OK I don't own Harry Potter or any of the people apart from Alex, Alison, Amber, & Danny

Currently I have writers block on my other three stories I slowly been writing the next few chapters for all three stories plus this one.

I knew that one day my family would come back and haunt me so why did I think that going to Hogwarts for my 6th year was going to go smooth.

Being the daughter of one Black and one Potter is not easy since said Black is accused of killing said Potters brother who also is said Black best friend. I never really remembered much of back then a few things every now and then maybe a smell of a flower or every time I hear a motorbike.

I stand here awaiting life to come and hit me right in the face by the shock that my cousin the Harry Potter will be here soon so I sit on a bench when I pull out a photo of her and Harry when he was a few weeks old and I was three.

I only carry two other photo's one was of me and my mother and father the other of my parents wedding day.

So one Potter-Black child sat here by her-self on a bench awaiting someting that might never be!