Hello all! So, I was rewatching the Twilight movies and watching the new Fantastiv Beasts when the idea to merge both Black families hit me. I have plans for the first half of this story, and I've had a lot of fun writing it so far. Hope you enjoy it!

My name is Magdalene Black. I'm eighteen years old and a recent graduate of Hogwarts.

And I have no clue what I want to do with my life.

I had planned for nine hundred different outcomes of my grades and my interest, and in the middle of my interview for the Healer apprenticeship, I realized I had no desire to be stuck inside and healing idiots.

So I walked out.

Headmistress McGonagall offered me a job as a teaching assistant for Professor Binns, to hopefully take over for him, but that would still force me to stay inside. I needed to find something that would let me grow in my own way, to breathe fresh air on a regular basis, to continue to learn—and maybe with a low risk of turning me into someone who wants to murder everyone I am supposed to be healing or teaching.

The question is…what?

"Can't you just go try for that Healer apprenticeship again?" my best friend, Teddy, asked, and not for the first time.

"Teddy, you know why I can't. I'm not cut out for the normal jobs. I need something different. I don't know what, but I need something new."

Teddy nodded but didn't look convinced. I knew he understood, but he pretended not to in order to mask how much he hated that I was leaving. Teddy was my first friend.

When I had come to Hogwarts, I had been moving around from home to home so often that I had learned not to get close to anyone. Of course, once I got to Hogwarts, I knew I would be staying. I tried almost instantly to make friends and kept falling up short. It wasn't until my fellow Hufflepuff started to get made fun of for his ever-changing features that I made any success. Candace Bulstrode was a menace, and everyone knew it. She would pick on anyone, including her housemates and supposed friends. I suppose it might have been anger, lashing out at anyone to hide the hole she had from her father being thrown into Azkaban the year she was born, depriving her of the boundaries and control she needed.

In all honesty, I didn't mean to light her hair on fire. She was teasing Teddy for what seemed the millionth time simply because his hair was blue again. It always turned that color when he was sad. I stepped in front of him, told her to mind her own business, and refused to let her nasty comments have and effect on me. Suddenly, she was screaming, and her head was ablaze. Not understanding what was going on, I cast an aquamente charm and put out the fire (I had been reading a lot of books and practicing a lot of spells when no on was around). When the teachers came to sort it out, she kept saying that I was the one who set her hair on fire, but everyone who was present (including the Slytherins) kept saying I didn't raise my wand at all, except to put her hair out.

The professors all seemed to believe me, yet McGonagall had asked to speak to me alone in her office. She told me that while she found it obvious that I didn't mean to, she believed I had set her hair on fire. Feeling terribly guilty for any harm done (even if it was Bulstrode) I told her all I knew, including the fact that as I was thinking that I wish I could control a Flipendo enough to set just her hair on fire, it somehow, magically, did. I could see her struggling not to let out a smile, and instead offered me private lessons in order to get better control over my magic before someone got seriously hurt.

I agreed.

After that, I met with the Headmistress once a week in an empty classroom where we went over mental practices to keep my magic contained. She complimented my ability to absorb the information and the power with which my magic was already showing itself.

From then on, any time a class needed partners, I would always find Teddy by my side. At first, he was a silent ally, someone who didn't talk very much. When he started eating meals with me, he began to open up. By the time snow started to fall, he knew everything but my most closely guarded secrets.

When he left for Christmas break, I wasn't sure how to feel. I was sad that he was leaving, sad that I had no where to go, but I was also looking forward to some quiet reading time by the fire (while my best friend was smart and well read, he preferred being loud and rambunctious to reading). I knew I wasn't upset with Teddy, I would be a horrible person if I was, but a part of me wished that I could go with him.

On Christmas day that first year, I had gotten my first ever Christmas sweater: a warm, knitted sweater with the letter M on it. It was in my favorite colors of midnight sky blue and the M was a blueish lilac color. He told me that he talked of me so much in his letters his gran-who-wasn't-really-his-gran had made it for me (but he made sure to point out that he had picked out the chocolates that came with it himself). I wore it everyday until it had to be washed or it got to warm.

When he came back from break, he brought more chocolates for us to share, and even some cookies. He told me all about his time home, his huge family-that-wasn't-really-his-family-but-also-definitely-was, the quidditch they played, and the chess he lost. I laughed and fumed with him, relishing in the fact that I was the one he wanted to share these moments with. The spring passed completely uneventfully, except for a few instances of Bulstrode pushing their buttons (although, even to this day she doesn't know who always sends her the chocolates on the day her hair burned).

When we both disembarked from the train at the end of the year, Teddy dragged me to meet his family. A lot of them had red hair, and they looked a little young to really be the ones raising him, but I mentally shrugged and put on a smile. He introduced me to his Godfather, Harry, and his wife, Ginny. She was holding the hands of two little boys, whom were introduced as James (7) and Albus (5). Harry was holding a little girl named Lily (4). I was also introduced to the woman who made me the sweater (Molly Weasley) and her husband, Arthur. There were a bunch of other names tossed around, but by then my mind was stuck on the few I did hear, just trying to remember them.

After what had seemed like years, we said our goodbyes, and while Teddy went home to a loving family, I wandered the streets of London. It wasn't until the beginning of August when I was in the wrong place at the wrong time that I saw any of them again. I had been trying to find someplace that I could snatch some food from a trashcan that wouldn't get me sick when I had to hide from raised voices. I still am not positive on what was going on, but I do know that there was a flash of green and a man had died. More people appeared in that dark alley, and more flashes of green caused more bodies to fall. I was in shock, I couldn't look away. Suddenly, more people appeared, but while spells were being cast in a more frenzied nature, none of them were green. I stayed hidden, still having no clue who was doing what. A rogue spell suddenly shot near the side of my head. I screamed, feeling the shockwave from the spell hitting the wall behind my head. I few moments later and the spells stopped, and there was only footsteps and murmured voices. My hiding spot was discovered as the trashcan I was hiding behind moved and a wand with light coming from the tip was shoved in my face. I screamed again and scooted back, pushing myself against the wall and trying to appear small and disappear into the wall.

Turns out, the man who had found me was Lupin's Godfather. He was an auror and had been tracking down those wizards that kept killing each other. When he asked me what I was doing, I tried to tell him, but nothing came out. Instead, I just stared at him wide-eyed. He took me home and Ginny put me to bed. That night, I dreamed of the flashes of green and woke up screaming. Apparently, Ginny and Harry had been ready for this, but Teddy and the other kids were surprised to see me there. Harry tried to ask Teddy if he knew why I would be hiding in an alley. He looked confused at first, but eventually, the pieces all seemed to come together. He looked at me horrified, before taking his mother's place and hugging me tightly.

That was when they found out I was living on the streets.

Ginny freaked but in a good way. She decided then that I was going to live with them and was never going on the streets again. I half-heartedly tried to talk her out of it, citing the four kids she was already caring for. She just scoffed, before going to send a letter to McGonagall for the school to add to their records. Teddy gave me a solid lecture after that.

I spent the next month at the Potter house. They took me to Diagon Alley when our supply lists came, and for the first time ever, I got new robes, new books, and they even bought me a cat (they would've gotten me an owl but Teddy recalled my story of the time I was attacked by an owl and convinced them that I could just borrow his if I ever had need for one. The took us to the train station when it was time and I received hugs from all the Potters, as well as the few Weasleys I had met.

From then on, things never really changed much from that. Teddy continued to be with me through thick and thin, even when Professor McGonagall decided it was time to tell me of my lineage. The Potters and Weasleys continued to treat me like another daughter, niece, granddaughter, cousin, and sister. I received a new sweater every year (and I wore them just as often, much to the amusement of Teddy and the delight of Mrs. Weasley). I was always home at the Potter's for Christmas.

In our sixth year, Teddy and I both became prefects for Hufflepuff, much the chagrin of James, who had a knack for getting into mischief and no clue how to get out. Then in our seventh year, Teddy became Head Boy. He was so worried when he got the letter that I would be jealous or upset, but I just laughed and said that the job of Head Girl was for someone who wanted to be Head Girl, and I just wanted to enjoy myself without worrying about being in charge.

Ginny just laughed at that.

I spent a good deal of that last year in Hogwarts in Professor McGonagall's office, as well as our head of house, trying to plan what I would do after graduating. I went back and forth with Healer or Auror, maybe teaching, traveling to study magical creatures might be fun but maybe less rewarding if I wasn't good enough. I had finally decided on being a Healer and was even interviewing for an apprenticeship when I realized I had no desire to actually be a Healer, and instead got a really funny urge to discover more about my family.

Which brings us to the present.

"Just take care of yourself, okay? Don't stay too long or you may run out of money. You know how muggles—especially American muggles—are. They will bleed you dry before taking pity on you. You always have a home here," Teddy spoke, making me a peanut butter jelly sandwich by hand (it was his usual tick when he was really worried about me).

"I promise. Besides, you will have Victoire to distract you. Just don't forget to invite me to the wedding!" I winked, taking the procured sandwich and stuffing half of it in my mouth. He rolled his eyes at my lack of manners (something that the Potters were never able to completely cure) and kissed the top of my head.

"I don't think I will ever properly be able to thank you for stealing my clothes from the bathroom," he said, before realizing just what he said and scrunching his face like he had eaten something putrid.

I laughed, "Never that you would be saying that one, did you? Anyways, it worked just how it was supposed to. Now you have a lovely girlfriend and I have an appointment with MACUSA be at. Give my love to the family, Victoire a big ol' kiss, and don't get into too much trouble without me. Don't forget to write!"

He pulled me into a tight hug, promising to do what I asked, before giving me a smile and a wave as I pulled my little carryon into the fireplace with me. I grabbed some floo powder, threw it into the fire, and called "Magical Congress of the United States of America."

Then green flames engulfed me.

I never did understand why the Americans needed to have such long names for their places. Or maybe it was just MACUSA, but I always felt ridiculous when needing to use the full name. As the flames dissipated around me, I walked out of the fireplace and straight to the front desk a few feet in front of me, glancing around, noticing the differences between this place and the Ministry. If nothing else, MACUSA was much brighter and lighter than the Ministry ever seemed to be.

"How can I help you?" a witch at the front desk asked, waving me up.

"Hello, I'm visiting from Britain. I'm trying to hunt down family roots, and the only thing I found from the line I'm looking at is that a branch came over to America over a thousand years ago. I was hoping to research in your archives," I said, placing my passport and permits on the desk in front of her.

"Ah yes, we were notified of your coming. Mr. Potter has influence, even in this corner of the world. Which family branch were you looking into? Our records are extensive, we can point you in the right direction better if we know which direction you are going," the woman said. I smiled, glad to not have to start from scratch all on my own

"The Black family. Specifically, Jacob Black, he's the most recent ancestor of mine that I could find. He was born something of 150 years ago," I said. The witch nodded, her quill jotting some things down, before smiling back at me.

She cast a spell from her wand, a small, black puff of smoke forming from the tip. "Follow this, it will show you to the records and to the Black file. Let us know if you need anything further," she said.

I thanked her before hurriedly following the smoke which was already disappearing around a corner. I wasn't sure what exactly I was hoping for, some answers, of course, as to my lineage. But I knew my parents, I knew my cousins and other ancestors. I knew the good, the bad, and the ugly. Yet, here I was, looking for someone, for people, that meant almost nothing to me. I needed to find a job, something to do with and for the rest of my life, but instead I was hunting down a ghost.

I followed the smoke, running through a maze, nearly knocking over countless witches and wizards to keep up with the smoke. This seemed like a ridiculous way to show me to the records, but I think she was making fun of me anyways. When I finally got there, there was a huge tome with the name "Black" transcribed on it.

"Can't these people learn how to use technology?" I complained. I sat down at a table and started flipping through the book. I started at the name I had found back in Britain: Jacob Black.

I thought I might find a few names, but instead, I found a whole new story.

Jacob Black had fallen in love with a woman from a Native American tribe, the Quileute's. Her people were so against her marrying anyone who wasn't in the tribe that he transfigured and manipulated his own features with magic so much that he was able to pass as a Native American from a neighboring tribe. The woman's family met this man and were instantly accepting (I suspect a charm or potion of some sort). Apparently, there were already some Blacks in the tribe (even some of his lady's ancestors were Blacks) so he was able to seamlessly become one of them.

From there they had many kids and the family was still in existence, with a new Jacob Black now married and with two children.

Oh, and they were shapeshifters. And he was married to a half sanguisuge. So there's that.

"Well, I think I need to visit some family." I looked up the address they were currently living at and put the book back. I rolled my suitcase behind me, making my way back up to the front desk.

"Excuse me, what is the best way to get to the state of Washington?" I asked when I got to the same witch who had helped me before.

"Unfortunately, we have had some difficulties with our portkeys and floo networks going that far and to that state. The most reliable way would be muggle travel. A plane would be quickest," she said. I sighed, wondering just how I was supposed to do that. She surprised me this time, swishing her wand and bringing a ticket out of thin air. "Here you are. I took the initiative and looked you up while you were searching. I had a feeling you would need further assistance. Your account has been charged for the fee. Your flight leaves from the John F. Kennedy airport in an hour. Make sure to muggle proof your bag. Have a safe trip," she said.

I smiled, happy to see that I may have simply misjudged her. As I was walking away, however, I had a rare moment of wit, and turned around to say, "By the way, do you always great foreigners by trying to make them look ridiculous, or am I just that funny to watch run after smoke?" I laughed, winking at her. She blushed, but laughed back, even louder than I had.

Well, if I ever need to come back here, I think I made a friend.

I was able to take the floo network to the airport, and from there hopped on the plane. As the huge machine picked up speed on the runway, I couldn't help but fell my excitement growing.

Answers to questions I hadn't thought to ask yet, here I come.

…and shapeshifters and sanguisuge…

Now how to explain all of this to them…

Let me know what you think!