Chapter 1

Introducing Miss Black

As Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived at the defence against the dark arts classroom, they saw there new teacher approaching.

He was, as Harry thought, very jolly looking. He was a smaller version of Hagrid, only he had red hair. With his blue eyes and fixed smile he looked like a walking muggle gnome that had swallowed a cup of Skele-gro.

"Good morning," he said, "how are you this fine- well not so fine day?"

He glanced out of the window at the rain, sighed and, as neither of them replied, spoke again.

"I am Professor Quinton, your new teacher."

The group still said nothing. They were used to new teachers plus they were worried about their punishment as they were late.

"Well are you going to go inside?" he asked, "Hurry up or I might have to punish you for being late."

They didn't need telling twice, they hurried inside and managed to get good seats at the front. The rest of the class it seemed, were too nervous to get too close. Who could blame them after the last teacher they had?

"For the next two years I will be teaching you advance ways of defending yourselves," Professor Quinton said, "Before we start, I need to know who you all are. So, when I call your name raise your hand so I can put a face to your name…

"Hannah Abbott?"

"Yes, sir," she called raising her hand.

"Good, Good…Faith Black?" There came no reply. Who? The whole class was confused. But before anyone could say anything the door burst open.

In stumbled a tall girl with long, dark, curly hair. It was down and well kept. Harry looked at her brown eyes and thought to himself, "Could it be?" He turned to Hermione who both gave him the same puzzled looks. "She looks like Snuffles," they agreed.

"Sorry…I'm late…Professor…," she panted out.

"I nearly marked you absent Miss Black."

"I have a good excuse," Faith said, her voice now sturdy and calm, "And Professor Dumbledore insists that if you want to hear it then go and speak to him."

"Whatever, sit down…no wait- everybody this is Faith Black who has been transferred to here from Beuxbatons." The Slytherins beckoned her over; of course she was a Slytherin. She immediately sat next to Draco Malfoy, who's smug grin was enough to put Harry out of his interest in finding out if she was who he thought she was.

No one else spoke. Like Harry, Ron and Hermione, everyone was mystified by her last name. "Could this be?" they whispered, "could this really be the daughter of Sirius Black?"

Professor Quinton stared for a moment around the class looking at the shocked looks on the students faces. He smiled viciously. Harry saw this and when Professor Quinton noticed he quickly shot a disgusted look over at faith then continued with his register. "Right let's see, Miss Black is in, so let's carry on;

Lavender Brown?"

"Yes, sir," she said, taking her eyes of Faith to raise her hand.

At the end of the lesson, Harry, Ron and Hermione could finally talk about Faith.

"How the hell did I get it in bloody top set?" Ron asked, "And why do have to be in the same lesson as that slimy gung bag?"

"Never mind that," said Hermione. "Do you think she is who we think she is?"

"We could ask her, it's better than talking about her behind her back."

Do you think Faith knows what happened to Si…Snuffles?" asked Hermione ignoring Harry's last remark, "Why do you think she went to Beuxbatons? People there are supposed to be…"

She stopped because she caught a glimpse of Faith watching them.

"Oh don't stop," Faith smirked," Tell me what I'm supposed to be?"

"I didn't mean…" started Hermione.

"Don't bother," Interrupted Faith, "This is great, it's my first day and people are already talking about me behind my back." She stormed off and Harry could have sworn he saw a tear trickle down her face.

"Well done Hermione," Ron sighed.

"Come on then let's catch up to her so I can apologise," Hermione said.

They set of at a run following the route that Faith had taken, talking as they went.

"Bloody hell," Ron gasped, "She's a fast runner!" Harry nodded in agreement, but then collapsed in pain.

"Harry? What is it?" Ron asked, stopping.

"It's his scar isn't it?" Hermione asked a look of worry on her face.

"Yes, it's my scar, Voldermort's happy about something or he's-" Harry was cut short by an ear splitting scream.

What was-" Hermione started, but on seeing Harry get up and start to walk to the source of the sound she said, "No Harry let's get help?"

No Hermione, you and Ron go get help, tell a teacher or find Dumbledore and-" Another scream sounded.

"Harry what is it?" Ron asked.

"Just go. Go on, go now." Hermione and Ron did as Harry said and hurried off.

He set of towards the astronomy tower, which seemed to be were the screams had been coming from. He hadn't gone far when he found out who had screamed.

On the floor, keeled over in pain was Faith and stood over her, with his hand on the scruff of her neck was Voldermort.

"Hello Harry," Voldermort paused and smiled, "Well, well, well I came here to finally capture Miss Black and now I can settle and old fight by killing you aswell."