Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Characters besides my OC, but most of the time she owns herself anyway.

Something Called Love

By: Bratney

Harry paced the great hall of Hogwarts, his mind spinning at the news that he had received recently in a letter Tonks found from Sirius. He had a sister! The thought rolled over in his mind still not connecting fully. All these years and nobody told him he had a sister?

He pulled out the paper he had read at least twenty time already and read it over:

Dear Harry,

News like this comes once in a lifetime, and I'm sure it is the most shocking news you will get for awhile, but let me explain we didn't tell you before to protect her. Harry, you have a sister. Don't be angry at me or your parents, we kept this from you because Voldemort didn't know of her existence. However, now she's not so lucky.

Magenta has been living with Muggles in America for her whole life, knowing they weren't her real parents she calls them M and D. She attended the wizardry school there up until now and all her life she has been led to believe she was the only child of a deranged killer (Me).

She is probably now reading a letter that she has been given much like this one and arrangements have been made so she will be joining you at Hogwarts the night of October 19 at midnight. Your teachers have been informed of this matter.

Love always,

Sirius Black

Harry looked to Hermione and Ron who were sitting at one of the tables watching his restless behavior. "Why now?" Harry asked, "Why wait so long to give this to me? Why wait to tell me this news?"

"I don't know the answers to your questions," Ron said, "but look on the bright side, now you know you have a family."

Ron was right, Harry wanted family, he wanted to belong, and Magenta was what was going to make that happen. Harry looked around at the mostly empty room, empty save for them and the teachers who were there to welcome Magenta.

The clock struck midnight and the big wooden doors opened, Harry turned to see who was walking in, but was disappointed to see it was only Malfoy. "Nice to see you Potter," Malfoy sneered and glanced up at the table where the teachers were sitting, "Snape has invited me to the party, not like its much of one."

Harry glared at Malfoy and walked toward him drawing his wand as he approached, "You're not wanted here, Malfoy, get out!"

"What's wrong Potter?" Draco asked smirking, "afraid your sister will like me better?"

"Never in a million years would my sister like an evil cockroach like you," Harry said pointing his wand at Malfoy's chest. He was about to preform a stunning charm when the big door opened again and someone stepped into the room.

Magenta pulled back the hood that covered the top of her long-brown pigtails, removing the shadow over her seemingly flawless features. Her eyes were a beautiful black, almost the color of midnight, and her lips soft pink color. Her cheeks, though pale when she had first uncovered her face, had suddenly acquired a faint rose tinge from the attention she had drawn to herself.

"Hello," she said quietly to the two boys standing a few feet from her, "I'm Magenta Black, its good to make your acquaintance."

"Hello Magenta," Harry said putting his wand away, "I'm your brother, Harry." He held out his hand for her to shake not expecting her to throw her arms around him.

She hugged him tight, not wanting to let this moment go, she had been waiting for the moment all week, but after a few seconds she decided to let him get some air. She looked at Malfoy, "What's your name?"

"Draco Malfoy," he said the smirk that had moments before graced his features had fallen from his face and now he just looked shocked, confused, and a little dazed.

"Nice to meet you Draco Malfoy, I'm sure we'll be good friends," Magenta smiled at him and gave him a hug too.

Malfoy pushed her off of him and gave her a weird look, "Don't touch me." He folded his arms across his chest, managed to find his smirk, and directed it at Harry.

Harry glared at Malfoy before smiling at his sister and saying, "Magenta I want you to meet my best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."

Magenta looked down the rows of tables and smiled at the two people watching her from a good distance away. She smiled and waved before looking up at the staff table. "Who are they?"she asked pointing up at the teachers who were watching their exchange.

Harry laughed at the look on her face, "Those are our teachers, there here to welcome you to Hogwarts."

"How stupid of me, that's the logical explanation, I should have been able to figure that out," Magenta said with a small laugh.

"It's time for you to return to your common rooms. Miss Black, you will be sorted in the morning," a mean looking lady with her hair up in a bun said, "until then you will be staying with your brother and his friends in Gryffindor."

Magenta nodded and looked at Ron and Hermione, "What are you waiting for come on! I want to go explore the Gryffindor common room!"

When the group started walking away Magenta looked over her shoulder at Malfoy who hadn't started walking with the group. "Hurry up Malfoy, aren't you coming with us?" She called out to him.

"I'm not a bloody Gryffindor you stupid fool," Malfoy said narrowing his eyes at the girl.

"Oh, well see you in the morning!" Magenta said ignoring his insult, and followed Harry, Ron, and Hermione up the flights of stairs to the common room.

That night four voices could be heard floating through the common room as they told stories of their pasts, random jokes, and spooky stories.

When it was Magenta's turn to talk she said, "I remember when I found out I was a witch, it freaked me out really bad. M and D had taken me to the Space Needle in Seattle, Lupin had showed up to tell me I was a witch, but he was waiting for the right time, I was so scared of going up to the top of the needle that I was clinging to M's arm. Lupin looked down at me and handed me a paper crane. I must have been so scared of falling the crane started floating. That night everyone had some explaining to do."

The conversation still hadn't wound down when it was time for Magenta's sorting. They entered the room and a hush fell over the crowd of students. "Well good luck Gen," Ron said before he sat down at the Gryffindor table alongside Harry and Hermione.

The sorting hat went into a short spiel about the qualities of each of the four houses, not that Magenta was paying much attention. She was to busy looking out over the tables at all the unfamiliar faces, and the ones that were now familiar.

AN: What house should Magenta "Gen" be in? I'll let you vote to decide! Any ideas for the next chapter are welcome, but please no flames. Constructive criticism welcome.