Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, my life is a deep black pit of despair because of this…lol!
A/N: Hello my friends, it's time for something new from me, really new! But, I am in no way the first to explore this plot style, lot's of people go with the nonexistent children of awesome characters, so I started this one! It begins in the summer before the fourth year and will go on through the last book and beyond. Oh, and in some ways, canon has been completely thrown out the door! Bye bye canon! Okay, well, shall we get started my friends?
Prologue: Meet the new kid!
Oi! The name's Astrea, Astrea Cassiopeia Black. Yeah, that's right, I said Black. My father's name is Sirius Orion Black, and if you have a problem with that, tell it to my face and see what happens.
Harry Potter, or the Boy Who Lived, and I were born on the same day, and in the same hospital room. His parents, Lily and James Potter, were my godparents, just as my parents are/were his. My mother's name was Lydia Rose Black, was being the operative word.
After Voldemort killed Lily and James, and my father was sent to Azkaban, the remaining Death Eaters turned their sights on Mom and I. I survived the attack; she wasn't so lucky. So, since my godparents were dead and my dad was in prison, I was sent to France to live with my grandmother. For my first three years of magical education, I attended the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. But then, just before my fourth year, Grandma died. I was still underage, so I was sent to live with the one person who would take me in, the wizard who had written to me since I could talk, who was as good as an uncle, Remus John Lupin. That was when my life truly began…
A/N: I know, I know, short Prologue, but I promise, if I get enough reviews, I will update it very soon and the next chapter will be a bit longer…quite a bit longer now that I look at it, but that's not hard when the Prologue is less than a page in length. So, read and review and tell me what you think of Astrea Black!