Disclaimer: i don't own harry potter...if i did this would be in book format
Chapter 1
An eerie silence settled over Number 4 Privet Drive. A cloudless sky exposed the brilliance of the full moon and the countless number of stars surrounding it, as Harry Potter stood facing his cousin Dudley Dursley, his hate for Dudley evident in his eyes.
This summer at the Dursley's had been a bit different the last. He was mainly left alone except for the few times a day Aunt Petunia had him do some chores. Most nights he spent walking the streets of Little Whining, constantly remembering the horrible night at the Department of Mysteries. He was rarely annoyed by Dudley and his friends, but there did happen to be those few times where he was at the sharp end of their torment. During those times Harry would just sink into himself and pretend nothing was happening.
Sinking into himself did not help Harry at all, however, because Piers Poltkiss, Dudley's best friend, a large chubby sandy blond haired guy believed the reason for Harry's calmness was due to the fact that he'd been mentally damaged at St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurable Criminal Boys, and he would beat him harder. After these torments, Harry usually found his face forcefully connected to Uncle Vernon's fist and his ears being blown out from him yelling, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO PISS DUDLEY AND HIS FRIENDS OFF AGAIN?"
By the end of it, Harry would lie in his bed, unable to sleep due to his harsh injuries. His sheets and pillow were crusted with blood from his previous beatings, his aunt unwilling to clean them, thinking him 'unworthy'. These nights also brought back memories of the Department of Mysteries because he was at his most vulnerable moment. Over and over again he saw Sirius falling through the Veil. This always pained him, and at first, he felt guilt and believed he was the cause of Sirius' death. He still does, but now all he feels is a deep anger towards all those whom kept valuable information from him that cost him Sirius' life.
Earlier that evening, Harry had been pacing his room, contemplating the Prophecy and trying to figure out a way to stop Voldemort without getting himself killed in the process, when he was called down to get the door open. Aunt Marge was coming to day and would be visiting for the week. Harry was the exact opposite of overly thrilled.
Enduring the usual comments about his hair and parents during supper, Harry had been heading back to his room when Dudley decided to follow him.
Harry turned around, "What do you want?"
"To thank you for saving my ass last year," he said sincerely.
"After you and your friends have kicked mine a bunch of times already? A nice way of showing you greatfullness. Your not welcome," Harry said coldly.
"I never laid a hand on you!"
"And yet you never stopped your friends," Harry snapped. "You care too much about your status with them that you don't give a damn about anyone else. You've beaten up so many neighborhood kids it just comes naturally to you now and there's no room for sympathy."
Dudley looked at him with malice, "shut up Potter, you know nothing."
Harry gave a hollow laugh. "I've watched you bead up kids half your age! You're heartless!" he yelled.
Dudley had no time for a retort. Uncle Vernon came storming through the kitchen door, his face purple with rage. He walked up to them, pushed Dudley aside and threw a punch at Harry's face. This time, however, Harry was too angry to willing take any hits. He nimbly moved aside as Vernon's fist made a hole in the wall. From the kitchen door Aunt Petunia gasped Uncle Vernon yanked his fist out of the wall and turned to face Harry. His fist was cut along the knuckles and bleeding profoundly. He smiled, for this time Harry had no way to escape because he was in a corner.
Realizing his unfortunate situation, Harry desperately looked around for a way to escape. He was unable to figure out a plan because Uncle Vernon's fist collided with his face. Shit!
Number 12 Grimauld Place stood unseen by al but those whom were allowed to see it. Muggles passed by taking no notice of the foreboding wizard house. To a member of the Order of the Phoenix about to enter all seemed peaceful on the outside, but really, the place was in an uproar.
Headmaster of Hogwarts School Witchcraft and Wizardry Albus Dumbledore stood in the front hallway listening as Molly Weasley yell, over the screams of Mrs. Black, at him about the welfare of one Harry Potter. Fred and George Weasley were desperately trying to close moss eaten over the life size portrait of Mrs. Black but to no avail.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were engaged in a fierce argument about he house elf Kreature and treating him nicely. The house elf in question was chasing Hermione's cat Crookshanks around with a wooden stick because Crookshanks had attacked him.
This is the kayos that Tonks and Sephira Black walked into. To say they were surprised would be an understatement. They were shocked. Tonks closed the door and stood, staring at he group of people yelling at each other.
Tonks' companion wore black jeans, a black shirt with a snake on it partly covered by her black jean jacket. Sephira's shoulder length black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, her dark eyes rapidly scanning the many problems going on, resting at the Weasley twins as they tried to shut Mrs. Black up.
Walking swiftly to them she pushed aside the closest twin and slammed her fist into the painting. That startled Mrs. Black enough that she stopped yelling and Sephira and the other Weasley twin were able to pull the curtains shut. Both Weasley twins looked at her in astonishment.
On one else seemed to notice Mrs. Black was quiet and they still kept on with their arguments. Wanting a little peace and quiet Sephira yelled at the top of her lungs, "SHUT UP!"
Everyone fell silent and looked at her strangely. No one but Dumbledore and Tonks knew her and were interested in who she was.
Arthur Weasley, who had avoided the scream-fest by hiding out in the kitchen with his oldest son Bill, came into the hall, having heard Sephira yell. He looked quizzically at her as though she looked like someone he knew.
A heavy silence fell over everyone, broken only by the heavy breathing of some. After about five minutes, Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"I believe we should all head to the kitchen and discuss the many problems going on." There was a twinkle in his eye Sephira didn't like much.
Mrs. Weasley let out a sigh of frustration and walked angrily away. Everyone followed, Hermione and Ron glaring at each other. Crookshanks, who had stopped fleeing from Kreature when Sephira had yelled, hadn't yet noticed Kreature standing over him, stick raised, ready to strike.
Sephira saw this, "leave the cat alone Kreature."
Crookshanks bolted and Kreature looked at Sephira quizzically. "I take orders from no one."
Frowning at him, Sephira said nothing and walked past. She was given queer lookes ny the Weasley twins but she ignored them.
In the kitchen Sephira sat as far away from everyone else a best as she could without looking like she was trying to avoid them. To her there were too many people from the same family, all with flaming red hair. She hated the colour red.
She truthfully didn't want to talk or discuss anything except getting herself out of the House of Black. She may be a Black, but the house brought back the few precious memories of her Uncle Sirius. Another family member of her's gone.
Everyone sat down, another red head, a girl, came in a sat beside the brown haired girl who explained everything to her. The red haired girl stared wide eyed at her for a moment before Dumbledore spoke.
"Quite a few...interesting things have gone on in the past five minutes alone. First we need to make a few introductions to out new guest."
Dumbledore introduced Sephira to everyone, who all nodded their heads when their names were said. When Fred Weasley was introduce he said, "you should stop by at our joke shop in Diagon Alley sometime." Sephira only nodded, but in her head she said no.
"If you're a Black, then how come your name isn't on the Black family tree?" Ginny asked. Several others nodded their heads in agreement.
It was Tonks who answered, "Her mother, Alexa, an my mother were cousins. Alexa was adopted by Sirius' parents and because she was adopted her name wasn't put on the family tree, not being of pure Black blood."
"Oh," Hermione said thoughtfully. "Why go by the name of Black and not your fathers?"
Sephira cringed at that and inwardly swore. She didn't talk about her father very much. She knew who he was but she hadn't seen or heard form him in the past six years. She knew there would have been a question like this but it still hurt her. She didn't really know what to say or how to say it.
Hermione saw this inward struggle cross her face and immediately to her she didn't have to answer if she didn't want to. Relieved, Sephira drifted into unwanted memories of her father while Ron and Hermione argued. Her father was a headstrong and cold-hearted man to all except her and her mother. He held many dark secrets deep inside of him and Sephira had known it was slowly eating him up.
The last time she'd seen her father she was ten years old. He'd only visited for a day, so she'd made sure to spend that time with him. He seemed happy to be there, spending time with her. She'd demonstrated her knowledge about things she wouldn't learn until she was in school and he'd told her he was proud of her. Before he'd left that night he promised to come back and visit soon. He never did.
Sephira was brought out of her memories when Mrs. Weasley raised her voice at Dumbledore, "you mean you're just going to leave him there?"
Calmly Dumbledore answered, "Harry must stay there another week for the Blood Ward to be full rejuvenated for next year."
"What about sending someone there to stay with him for the week to make sure he's alright," Sephira suggested absent mindedly.
She was looked at in shocked silence. "What?"
"That was a good idea Miss. Black. Now we must figure out who to send," Dumbledore said. "Someone who can legally use magic," he added at Ron and Hermione's hopeful looks.
"As much as the rest of us would love to go, we all have jobs to do Albus. Who are you intending to send?" Mr. Weasley stated.
"I'll go," Sephira said immediately.
She was given a look that said she was stupid. "You can't Sephira, you're under age."
Sephira rolled her eyes, "I'm not under aged. In America, where I grew up, the legal age is 16, and since I'm 16 I've been give the legal right to use magic outside of school"
"I so wanna go to America!" Ron yelled.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh at him. When the laughter had died down, Dumbledore was looking at Sephira with a twinkle in his eye that made Sephira think he had some sort of semi-evil plan going on in his head.
"Thank-you for volunteering Sephira. You will be staying at the Dursley's at Number 4 Privet Drive but before you go, please stop by the school and get some potions you might need from Professor Snape in the dungeons."
A/N: hope you liked it. R&R plz