Disclaimer: I am as likely to own Harry Potter as Snape is to stand up on his table in a TuTu and start singing 'Let me entertain you' from Gypsy with McGonagall (who is totally Louise), Dumbledore, Trelawney, and Draco Malfoy (as Tulsa) singing as the newsboys and Voldemort as Madame Rose. It makes me come to the conclusion that I do not in fact own Harry Potter. On the bright side, I now have inspiration for a humor fanfiction.

AN: Hello! It's me again. I'm sorry about my abandonation (is that a word? Probably not) of Isabella Sirius Black, but I'm just not a Twilight fan anymore. Instead I thought of writing this so I can have another fanfiction for you guys about Izzy. A few changes are obvious, some aren't but you should be able to pick up on them at some point. I'm not completely sure about how often I will be able to update, but my goal is once every two weeks. I love you all,

Mahira.

Chapter One: The letters.

On the borders of Ottery St. Catchpole families were waking up. The children running downstairs to watch their favorite Saturday cartoons and while their parents groaned in bed, hoping that they can get an extra hour of sleep. The milkman was delivering milk and paperboys were on their bikes, trying to aim the newspapers towards the house while riding up and down the neighborhood.

One house, about a mile away was not the same as them, a woman in her early forties was cooking breakfast while her oldest son and her second oldest were discussing jobs, her twins were teasing their brother while he tried to read a very interesting book on the history of the ministry, her daughter was helping her cook, and the youngest boy was near the window, staring out for the sign of something that was to come. At that moment, a young girl with bright purple hair and grey eyes came running downstairs and joined the boy near the window.

Molly's POV

Molly Weasley watched as her youngest boy, Ronald and the girl that was just about her niece, Isabella waited for their letter. Most children wouldn't be excited to go to school like they were, actually according to her husband, Arthur Weasley. Muggle children didn't enjoy school at all. Well, she thought absentmindedly, they don't learn magic do they? For the Weasley family practiced magic and were witches and wizards. Bill and Charlie had already graduated from Hogwarts, the magic school that Fred, George, Percy and in a few months Isabella and Ron would attend.

Isabella was not a Weasley, at least not by birth. Her parents were unable to take care of her, so she was left with Molly who was a close friend of theirs. She had since grown up with them as part of the family.

"It's here!" yelled Ron. "Five owls!"

Molly smiled as her children ran to the window to see the owls fly into the kitchen. That was when Isabella and Ron grabbed for theirs while Fred, George, and Percy walked up and took theirs.

It was soon that Isabella and Ron struck up a chant of "We're going to Hogwarts! We're going to Hogwarts!" It was very well done and Molly remembered her older brothers , Gideon and Fabian doing a similar dance. And then when Vivian had received her letter, Molly did it with her. She heard a gasp from Percy and she turned around.

Percy was smiling broadly, with a look of sheer pleasure and excitement on his face. "Mum! Mum! I got made prefect!"

Molly smiled, proud of her son and hoping that he would be a good role model for Isabella and Ron (though Isabella had really rubbed off on him). Of course, Fred and George were now ready to tease their brother for what they called "shame of the family." For the second time that day she remembered her brothers. That was exactly what Gid and Fab did when she got the badge.

Vernon Dursley's POV

It was another day at the Dursley family house. The boy was making bacon for himself, his son Dudley, and his wife Petunia. He looked at Dudley. Vernon's little boy was going to Smeltings and he couldn't be prouder. He was just learning how to properly use his Smelting stick to beat others. Vernon wished he could 'provide an example' by whacking the boy a few times, but if the neighbors heard… Mrs Figg was suspicious enough of their use of the boy.

Speaking of which, he sent the boy out to get the mail. He seemed to be taking a little while so naturally, Vernon made a little joke "What's taking you so long boy? Checking for letter bombs?"* He laughed. Like anyone would ever bomb a family like his! They were too normal to be bombed. Eventually the boy came back and gave him his mail. There really wasn't anything important, his sister was sick, and they had a few bills. Dudley then pointed out that Harry had kept a letter to himself. Looking at the letter, Vernon let out a little gasp.

Mr. H. Potter

The cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Winging, Surrey

He tried to get rid of the letters, but they kept coming and coming. Eventually the family ran away and arrived in a shack where they spent the night, but a giant who knocked down the front door and gave Harry his letter interrupted them. Vernon then decided that the boy would never go to that school of his.

Dr. Amanda Granger's POV

Amanda Granger of London, England was enjoying the wonderful day off work they had. As the runner of a private dental practice, she and her husband John were enjoying the extra day by spending time with her daughter Hermione. Of course, the use of the extra day wasn't how they thought it would be. They received what they could call a surprise letter. Hermione had always had funny things happen around her, things that nobody could explain. For example, when she was three years old, she was trying to get a cookie from the jar that was on top of the refridgerator. It was about five feet over her. Amanda could have sworn that the jar just flew into her hand. Things like that kept happening to Hermione, eventually, children at her school began to notice and started bullying her. Because of the fact that no teacher at her school saw it happen, Amanda could get the children away from Hermione. Hermione stared creeping into herself and read as many books as she could to escape.

That morning they received a letter addressed to Hermione. It did not have a return address, but the oddest thing was exactly what the letter said

Miss H. Black

The kitchen

2437 Elizabeth St

London

Amanda was very confused. How did the letter-writer know where Hermione was and who her birth father was? Amanda had tried very hard to keep anyone other than John from knowing that secret. She opened the letter herself and got a pretty good explanation. Wizards. Magic. Hermione. Witch. Her mind was flowing with information. Of course Hermione would take after her father. At the time, Amanda hadn't believed Sirius Black when he told her that he was a wizard who went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Actually, she called him mad when he tried to explain it. But now she knew. He wasn't lying. There was proof right here and she would need to explain. She wordlessly handed the letter to her daughter.

Augusta Longbottom's POV

Augusta was waiting patiently for her grandson's letter. It had to come. Neville Franklyn Longbottom was going to be just like his father no matter what her brother said. Neville on the other hand was waiting nervously for the letter to come, not knowing that he was obviously going to get his letter. Sure enough it arrived and Neville was jumping for joy. Augusta noticed that the ink was the same handwriting as Frank's. Neville was just jumping for joy.

Sirius Black POV

It was dark in Azkaban. Sirius really hated it here, but because of Pettigrew he was stuck there for eternity. According to the Daily Prophet that was dropped through the window of his cell, his daughters should be receiving their letter any day now. Sirius remembered when he got his and all the beautiful memories he had with his fiancé there. That was even where he was going to have the wedding, with his daughters as the flower girls, but sadly. That was not possible. At least his daughters would be off to school.

For all of these letters came from the same place, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

AN: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Family love. Yes, It is based off of Isabella Sirius Black, but it obviously has a few changes. Hermione's family, no twilight stuff, more characters, and more drama. Also, Mahira's name was changed to Vivian. Please review and tell me how you think of it. I love reviews by the way. They can be very critical as long as they are meant in a nice way. I love the more critical ones, but the regular ones are okay with me as well.

Hugs and butterfly kisses,

Mahira