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Runspore is probably not spelled right.

This is the end of book three by the way, just to let you know.

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Harry potter, the boy who lived, had just learned of his god father. He just stared out the window to let it all sink in. One day wouldn't have to live with his dreadful aunt and uncle. He would be free of their hatred, as soon as Sirius was proven innocent. He smiled at his day dreams of the two living together, happy.

Of course at this moment and owl suddenly flew up and startled him so much he fell of his seat.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked as Ron opened the window to let the owl in.

Ron looked at the letter. "It's for you Harry." he said while handing it to him. Harry took it and opened it. The voice of a girl Started to speak. It was a sweet voice and was laced with an American accent. He listened to what the voice was saying

Dear Harry,

Hi, well, this is strange, trying to write a letter like this one. I have so much I want to say to you, but I guess I should start by introducing myself.

That would help.

Shut up Vire. Ugh, I hate these talk-what-you-want-to-write-and-they-write-it pens; they pick up every word your saying, and those of the people in the room.

DON'T LOOK AT ME!!

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

BAT has a good point. BAT is my runspore. Any way, I am Ramona Black, but please call me Ray. My adoptive brother Sirius asked me to write to you, he says we got along when we were young. At the moment I just finished my sixth year at Hogwarts, I'm also in Ravenclaw. Well that is all I really have to tell you. Write back to me soon. Either tell me to leave you alone or that you would like to hear from me again.

This owl will self destruct in 5 4 3 2 1 ………BOOM!

Ok not really, but send him back, he's my friend Rachel's. If you want to write back use your owl. Send to Black in America, yep I'm a bloody American. Well the candy trolley is here; got to go, write back

From,

Ray Black

"Who ever this girl is Harry, she sounds like a nut." Ron declared after the letter had finished playing.

"I know, do you think I should write back?"

"Well I would, I herd this Ray Black used to play seeker for Ravenclaw." Ron answered.

"Well it couldn't hurt, Hermione what do you think?"

"Do what you want, just be careful."

Harry nodded.

Before anyone knew it they were at the train station, the three said there good byes and parted there ways for the summer.

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Harry was sitting at his desk wandering what to write to Ray this time. They had been writing to each other for most of the summer. Harry had learned many things about his god sister. Well that's what she said she was. But at the moment he was too exited to write, he was going to go to the quidditch world cup! He was already packed and waited to go. Then he got it, he quickly wrote something down and gave it to Hedwig.

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Harry was walking along outside for no reason. It was a nice day, tonight the match would start.

"Harry lunch is ready inside." Ron said with a mouthful of sandwich.

Harry smiled at the thought of Mrs. Weasley's cooking, even if it was only sandwiches. He happily followed Ron inside the tent.

Half way through the meal there was a knocking coming from the entrance.

"Who is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Ray Black, is Harry Potter there?"

When Harry heard his name her got up and walked out of the tent. Standing in front of him were two girls and one boy.

One of the girls had short, frizzy/shaggy dirty blond hair and yellow eyes. There was a small gray/black owl with green eyes sitting on her shoulder. He guessed her to be Rachel, since that owl was the same owl that delivered the first letter, and was said to belong to her.

The boy had to be Vire, because he was the only guy to be seen. He had raven black hair that was tied back and reached to the middle of his back. A lot of black hair though fell into his eyes. It wasn't regular thicker hair but only took up about three inches of his back (width wise). His eyes were a sorcerer's stone red.

The other girl had to be Ray. Her hair was a blue gray, more gray than blue. You could tell it was her natural color. Her eyes were a dark blue violet with navy high-lights. There was a weird skin color difference on the left side of her face. A black and green stripped runspore was resting his heads on her shoulders and had his body wrapped around her arm.

"HI Harry, um long story short Rachel knew you were here and made me come over."

"I did not!"

Ray just rolled her eyes.

"Were-wolves." She muttered.

"I am not a werewolf!" Rachel yelled.

"What ever Rach."(R-ay-ch).

Ray turned to Mrs. Weasley.

"May we come in please?"

"Course dear come on in, Fred go find three more chairs!"

Fred went off and the trio just stood there as the awkward moment of silence flooded over them. When Fred came back with the chairs each one took one and sat in it. Ray cleared her throat and started talking.

"Hi well, um you see I'm an owl-pal of Harry's and when I found out that we would both be here I had to find him. You see this the first time I met him and I had no clue what he looked like so I asked people I knew till some one pointed me here. So here I am. Oh and Rach and Vire just came along for no reason."

Every just stared at her in utter confusion.

"You're an American." Ginny said aloud, mouth agape and very surprised.

"Is my accent that apparent?" Ray asked.

Rachel and Vire just nodded and said "you bet it is."

"You're Ray Black?" Fred asked.

"Yah, why?"

"You used to be such a great seeker! Why'd you quit!"

"I'm not telling, why is it so important?"

"You were so good, come on now, tell us."

Ray sighed.

"Fine. I, well," she blushed "stopped being able to ride a broom."

They all stared at her.

"The brooms just wouldn't listen to me. I told it to go up it went left! I mean I can ride my staff but it's against the rules."

Hermione eyes seemed to grow as big as dinner plates.

"You have a magic staff! I thought they hadn't been made for hundreds of years!"

Ray just smiled.

"Muggles never know what they have; I found it in an antique shop. When I took it to Olivanders he said it matched my wand, so I sold him back my wand and have since used the staff. All happened a few days before my first year too."

"Could I see it please?" Hermione asked.

"Sure, but to show you why staffs are better than wands we need to step out side."

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There you have it! For those that recognize this, it is the rewrite of the half blood witch, one of my first stories. I was so happy that I finally got a chance to rewrite it. Please R&R so I know that it was well worth it!