This is something that I've been writing for a few weeks (in school), with a friend of mine checking for grammatical errors and such. I owe her a lot for that, she's very insightful and helpful for new ideas. (I don't know if she'll see this on here or not, but Thank you Lindsey. :D)

Chapter 1:

Ella flinched at the sound of the Persian cat hissing from atop her bed; the unnatural blue colored fur sticking straight up across it's back. Ella shook her head and shut the door to her bedroom before crossing her arms and glaring at the cat. The cat grinned and spread itself out, transforming into a middle-aged woman with bright blue hair.

"I hate when you do that," Ella's lip twitched before she sat down into her desk chair.

"America is absolutely dreadful," the woman retorted while she crossed her legs, a hint of a British accent in her voice. "It's my only form of entertainment." Ella rolled her eyes and unknowingly crossed her arms.

"You're the one who chose to move here. But that's aside the point, you're not a registered Animagus." The woman laughed as if it were a joke.

"And neither is your father, we were never ones for the rules. I still don't see how you turned out so different from the two of us."

"You don't see how I'm not seventeen and pregnant? Or the other part, having spent most of my child's life in Azkaban and then somehow escaping?" Ella's harsh words hit her mother hard.

"Elladora Black! You may speak that way to other people but not to your own mother!" Her mother stood and left the room, turning back before completely leaving. "Get ready, we're leaving today." Ella gasped and tried to get to her before she left her sight.

"I'm not going to Hogwarts and I'm not going to stay with the Weasleys!" Ella screamed before slamming the door shut and throwing a snow globe at the closed door. The snow globe shattered when it hit and the water slowly trickled down the door.

Despite Ella's multiple protests, her mother had still decided on the two of them staying at the Burrow until it was time for her to leave for Hogwarts. Ella stumbled into the Burrow, suitcase being levitated by her mother, and started coughing up chimney sot. Fiery red hair was the first thing Ella saw as she was pulled into a hug by Mrs. Weasley. She pushed Ella out at arm's length and brushed her hair behind her ear.

Although Ella can't remember anything from age six or below, she could tell that she was going to like Mrs. Weasley. Ella's mother stood behind watching the scene in front of her with a grin on her face. Molly Weasley looked over the young woman in front of her with precision, if you didn't already know that her last name was Black you would mistake her for one. Ella had her mother's green eyes and her father's brown unruly hair, and a signature cold look imprinted on her face. Although, Ella was anything but cold; she took after her parents in that department, instead of the rest of the family.

"You look more like Sirius than I remember." Molly smiled and rubbed Ella's cheek with her thumb. "You're turning into a beautiful young woman, Elladora."

"I absolutely despise that name, remind me why you named me that?" Ella turned to her mother with a grin on her face, showing pure amusement. "After all, I was named after dad's great-great-great aunt who cut of the heads off house elves and mounted them on walls."

"Cheeky thing, isn't she?" Ella's mother laughed, "How've you been Molly?"

"I've had better times, Viv. The twins are going to drive me to insanity," Molly gave her a frustrated look. "Be glad that you only had one."

"I didn't really have a say in that, what with my infertility and Sirius in Azkaban," Vivian replied, a sorrowful look on her face. After giving birth to Ella then fighting with the Order, Vivian had been cursed and became infertile; to some it would be a blessing but Vivian had always wanted a big family. "But Ella is already too much to handle, seeing as she has Sirius' attitude, even if she isn't a troublemaker."

"I would prefer this one to any one of my boys," Molly laughed, squeezing Ella's shoulder.

"That's not nice, mum," a tall redhead spoke from the stairs.

"But we'd rather have her than Ron," an identical redhead added.

"Can we trade?" The two asked in unison. Ella stared at them with a blank look that could've been mistaken for a scowl. She scoffed and shook her head, hiding the smile on her face.

"I'm Fred," the one who spoke first stated, coming down the rest of the steps.

"No, I'm Fred!" The other said, putting his arm around his twin's shoulder.

"I believe these two have some of you and Sirius in them, they're bonkers." Molly said hysterically, walking towards the kitchen.

"So you're Elladora?" the two asked together. She nodded and pulled her hair out from behind her ear.

"Have been for the past sixteen years, will be until I die," she replied, wanting to laugh at her own sarcasm.

"I like this one," the twin on the left laughed, making the other nod in agreement.

"She'll kick your arses," Vivian pointed out. "Doesn't like flirts, yet another reason why I don't see how she is my child." Ella rolled her eyes but smiled at her mother nonetheless.

The relationship they had was one that every mother dreams of having with their daughter. They fought and got angry, but Vivian was Ella's best friend. While most girls were embarrassed by their mothers; Ella was like the mother and Vivian the teenager. Ella confided in her mother with crushes, problems and everything in between.

"Is Harry here yet?" A female's voice flowed down the stairs.

"No he's not, Ginny," the twins replied hastily, rolling their eyes at their younger sister.

"Fifth years, right?" Ella asked, walking away from them and looking over the Burrow.

"Yeah,"

"How did you know?"

"This is your first year," the two finished together, raising their eyebrows simultaneously.

Ella shrugged and answered, "Lucky guess."

"So you're Sirius' daughter?" Harry asked Ella with a hint of confusion in his voice. Ella nodded and Vivian entered the kitchen with a bright smile.

Vivian looked over the boy talking to her daughter and smiled. She knew who it was, not only from the scar, but from his looks. He was the spinning image of James, meaning he was Harry Potter. She opened her arms, waiting for a hug. Harry just stared at her with his mouth open.

"Not to be rude but... who are you?" He asked while adjusting his glasses.

"Vivian Black! I'm your god-mommy, now kiss the ring of thy Viv," Vivian joked while placing her left hand in front of him. Harry stared at her, slightly scared, but moved a step forward. She pulled him into a tight hug, as if he were going to disappear. "You look so much like James," she whispered, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"If you're my god-mother than why don't I stay with you?" Harry asked, looking back and forth between Ella and Vivian. Ella bit her lip and ignored his gaze.

"They thought that I had taken part in the massacre. So I ran to America with my dear Ella while my innocent husband was stuck in Azkaban."

"And you couldn't have taken me with you? The Dursleys are horrible people!" Harry shouted, his confusion changing to anger. Vivian leaned in close to his ear so only Harry and Ella could hear her speak.

"Want me to do something about them?" She asked, being completely serious. Ella gasped and slapped her mother's arm.

"You will do no such thing!" Ella hissed, "I swear, sometimes it's like I'm raising you and not the other way around." Vivian started mimicking Ella while Ella's back was turned. "I can see that," Ella sighed and shook her head. "Sometimes they never grow up!"

The two had started in a heated battle of sticking their tongues out at each other, showing their immaturity levels at their highest. Harry watched them with an amusing grin on his face. This had been exactly what Harry had been wanting, a family. He now had Sirius, Vivian and Ella. The sound of someone stumbling down the steps broke Harry's thoughts and the three walked through the door way to see an unfamiliar redhead.

"I'm okay!" The girl shouted, standing up and slipping her flats back on her feet. She tripped over nothing but continued walking, as if nothing had happened. She pulled Ella into a hug, which left Ella utterly confused, and squealed. "It'll be so great to have someone here whose going to be in my year." She then proceeded to hug Harry and Vivian. "Oh, how stupid of me! My name is Addy, otherwise known as Addison Weasley. I'm Arthur's niece."

"You're Bilius' daughter?" Vivian asked and the girl nodded happily. "I didn't think he was married or had any children."

"Oh he's not, but he does. My mother was a muggle, she died while giving birth to me." Addy didn't seem upset when she brought up her mother's death. "It's almost time for dinner!" Ella stared after her as the girl ran into the kitchen.

"What an odd child," Vivian spoke Ella's mind, but the two shrugged and followed her, Harry in tow.

Ella sat in between her mother and Addy at the table; Ron and a bushy haired girl, whose name she learned was Hermione, across from them. Ella's nose started to twitch, making Hermione watch her. Vivian laughed while looking at her daughter, Ella covering her nose as a result.

"What's wrong with your nose?" Ron asked, moving in to stare at her closer. Hermione slapped his arm and pulled him back into his chair.

"Mind your own business!" Hermione scolded him.

"Oh, it's fine. It's my tick, my nose just starts twitching randomly." Ella replied, taking a bite of her food, her nose still being covered by her left hand.

"Tick?" Ron asked, confused.

"You know who Barty Crouch is, correct?" Vivian piped up, her gaze making Ron uncomfortable. Ron nodded and started eating again. "His son has a nervous tick where he constantly licks his lips." Ella rolled her eyes and held her nose, trying to make it stop.

"I see no similarity between the two." Ella retorted, glaring at her mother. It was Vivian's turn to roll her eyes.

"You just don't want to be compared to a death eater."

"Well I'd prefer not to be."

"You're just like your father, judging someone without knowing anything about them."

"He's a death eater!" Ella snapped, throwing her fork beside her plate. Vivian looked down at her plate and kept her stare on nothing but the plate. "Oh come on, mom! Don't tell me you're mad over something as stupid as th-" Ella stopped when she saw her mothers sad eyes.

"My father was a death eater, yet he was still a good man." Vivian spoke while she stood. "It was a lovely meal, Molly."

The table was quiet awhile after Vivian had left. Ella poked her food with a fork, having lost her appetite. Ron, who was oblivious to what had just happened, continued to stuff his face. He took a break and looked up at Ella.

"Are you going to the Quidditch World Cup with us?" He asked, his mouth full of food. Despite what had just happened, Ella had begun laughing.

Unfamiliar Characters:

-Elladora [Ella] Isla Black

American Accent

Sixteen

Brown Hair

Green Eyes

-Vivian (Maxwell) Black

British

Thirty-Three

Blue Hair

Green Eyes

-Addison [Addy] Marie Weasley

Sixteen

Hufflepuff

Red/Light Brown Hair

Blue Eyes

Ditzy

Each time a new character is introduced I will do this. Which should happen a few times towards the beginning.

BTW: I have two main characters, both being female. But the next one won't be introduced until the next chapter.