Okay so recently I watched The Covenant and now, well, I can't seem to get it out of my head. So I'm starting a new story. This story. I hope you enjoy!

IF you haven't watched the Covenent, the first male desendents of five familys (Danvers, Garwin, Parry, Simms, and Putnum though now Pope) have a Power. This Power gives them a tast at 13 and they "asend" or grow to full power at 18. At 18 the Power becomes addicting, and the person with the Power starts to age physically age beyond there years the more they Use. The Book of the Damned is a book that holds records of the Covenant of Silence as they refer to them selves as. The current covenant though only has four families. The Putnum line of decendetry was believed to have died out during the Salem witch trials.

I hope you like it.

So how should I explain this? Well I'll start from the beginning.

I was born at the worst time possible. The day of my birth, Halloween, marks the date of my parents' deaths. I'm a Potter. Harry Potter's little sister, to be exact.

The day I was born, I'd been passed over to my Aunt and Uncle's family for "safe keeping". Or more along the lines of Sirius's sister, Evelyn Black-Danvers, came and collected me out of the ruble of my nursery, the room adjacent from Harry's, five minute's before Lord Voldemort's arrival because her Seer friend had had a bad feeling and forced her to kidnap me for "a short while". The only people two know had been Dumbledore and Sirius, the only other two people to know of my existence.

Oh, and did I mention that William Danvers III is my biological mother's half brother. Yeah, that helps. So I grew up in the Danvers mansion with Caleb being more like a brother than a cousin (he's 22 months older than me). Anyways, I've always known that they aren't my parents biologically, but they were in every other meaning of the word. And with them came a super cool, super big sort of extended family of non-relatives.

I am William's little, Evelyn's china doll, and Caleb's little sister whom me had OPB syndrome because of (overprotective-brother syndrome). Pogue Parry is my mechanic friend. He had OPBS, too. Tyler Simms's my best friend, the person who understands. And Reid Garwin…well we've always had a complex relationship (which I refer to as sexual-tension now). He's been a lot of my firsts: my first kiss (I was 4 and had made a bet with an evil child in my class); my first boyfriend (it was a 45 minute relationship that ended after Caleb found out when I was 9); and of course the big first after he gave me a promise ring (but we won't talk about this now).

Anyways, I had a good child hood. A great one, really, something that is better than…well…everyone's. The only problem that interfered with it was the Power. William would be 30 and look 40 or look 50 at 35. It was weird. Reid's dad died of old age before ever reaching 40; Pogue's dad disappeared leaving him to be the man of the house at 11. Tyler had the only functional home life. His dad had died before he could have remembered him and he had his uncle to fill the void. My dad had to explain the Power to all four of them and then continued to inform me about it, as well.

But still, my childhood was nothing to complain about.

Unlike Harry, I knew about the wizarding world. My mom (Aunt) was a pureblood.

Unlike Caleb, I could go to a wizarding school. He was a warlock not a wizard. His magic was addictive, mine wasn't. Isn't

Unlike the Weasley's, money was never an object. I lived in the Muggle world, there weren't any prejustices holding my family back unlike the "blood traitor" thing.

Unlike Draco, my parents enjoyed spending time with me.

I could get away with anything. Before Hogwarts, my teachers let me get away with my pranks if only because of my name. Being a Danvers, and more precisely William's "little Princess", gave you power over people. Or maybe it was that they all pitied me. I had many…um…issues in the health department. I won't emphasize for now.

My perfect life came crashing down when Harry became involved in it, though. The Muggles never suspected that I wasn't indeed a Danvers because of my black hair and green eyes, features similar to William. I'm mean: his eyes were the same as my moms, the same as mine, Caleb's, and Harry's. My hair, a trade mark of not only the Potter family but the Black family as well gave me a similarity to Evelyn. And, considering the Black family and the Potter family were related like most pureblooded families, however distantly, gave my face a similar shape to that of mom's (Auntie's). There was never a question as to my relation to them. But at Hogwarts, people could see the similarities between Harry and I. Though they might not have outright assumed that we were siblings, people could tell we were related, if not closely. But what probably caught them up was the name. Danvers. To them I couldn't possibly be a Potter. And when my dorm mates saw the pictures of me and Caleb or me and my family, they simply stopped questioning it.

Of course Harry knew. Dumbledore had told him. And so Ron and Hermione knew as well. And so slowly Ginny, the Twins, and more knew as well. They knew what I wanted to keep on the down low. And I hated it. And the to top it off, my best girl friend, Ki, died of leukemia the Christmas break of my first year.

I began to hate Hogwarts. I had two friends to keep me sane, letters from home, and that was it. That was all I needed. I became the quiet prankster. All cold-case pranks lead back to me, though not many knew this. I was the quiet child. Why would I do such a thing?

Harry watched my comings and goings and would follow me around trying to talk to me but that wasn't something I wanted to do.

I was young, a brat, and I wanted to go home and stay there.

I was unapproachable.

Who would have thought they would all be proven wrong?

First year, I met Shawn and Seb (Chantal, pronounced Shawn-tell, and Sebastian) Everson. They were my best friends. Shawn's a Gryffindor and Seb's a Slytherin, both polar opposites, probably the best and worst twins ever, and argue constantly. Their chosen houses tell you that. They're my best friends.

Together we laugh at people, get in spontaneous fights, mock each other, hold co-ed sleepovers, and all the other things best friends do.

You know what happened, people got petrified, I did too, Ginny got taken to the chamber, and Golden boy number two (because Caleb's number one, and apparently I don't like putting an 'm' in number) saved the day with.

But I can't really start there, now can I?

How about we start with whom I am. Well, I'm Adrian Nicole "Shakespeare" Danvers. And considering the four boys I grew up with, my chosen House shouldn't surprise you, but I'll let you guess. The Muggles outside of the Covenant are under the belief that I've been at a prestigious art school. I grew up being taught by some of the most highly recommended tutors in America and the UK because of my health conditions. And… I'm a prankster that, if I ever wanted to, could become the world's best (or is it worse?) criminal mastermind with the way I cover my tracks. But maybe some more information will be nesasary.

So here goes nothing…