AN: Hi everyone!! I had REALLY bad writers block the past few months and I decided to re-work the story, keeping the same elements and story, just maturing it a bit. My writing has gotten a bit better, and i felt at least the first chapter needed a good change, and i think its a lot better now. I'm not gonna make any promises to when the next chapter is going to be redone, but keep a look out, and thanks for reading!!!

and to all you loyal readers.... I'm sorry it took so loooongg!!!!!!

And i don't own Harry Potter in any way, just writing for fun.

Chapter 1 - First Day of the Rest of Your Life -MXPX

Not a lot right now makes sense to me
And I won't go quietly
Not a lot right now makes sense to me
And I won't sit patiently

I'm gonna chase my dreams and catch up to them
I'm gonna find you some how, some way, somewhere, some day

First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already
Last time I saw that look in your eyes, I miss you already
First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already
The last time I'll see that look in your eyes
I miss you already...

I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Leia Columbia Black; I am 5ft 3in, with medium length brown hair, brown eyes. I am half Italian and half British. I like long walks on the beach, sunsets, and… just kidding hahaha! Not running a personal add here, but the one thing you should know about me is that I am a witch, and this is my story.

I am a New Yorker born and raised, Point Park to be precise, I always knew about my British background, but I am the typical Long Island Italian Princess as my mother used to call me. I lived there with my Aunt Kitty (my mother's sister) Uncle Mike (both muggles), and my two cousins Cynthia and Tommy. Tommy and I are the same age (and we are both magic), I being 3 months older, and Cynthia is 3 years older (and not magic). She was off to FIT as a fashion design major the beginning of Tommy and I's sophomore year of Salem School for Witchcraft and Wizardry (where my story really begins). I have been living with my Aunt and Uncle since I was 10 years old, the year before I started Wizarding School, before my mother muggle, Katrina Renee Hailstorm Black, died of cancer. My father on the other hand is condemned, and then cleared, homicidal criminal Sirius Black, which is where I get my magic, and my love for mischief and joking comes from. He is the reason why my life became so different then and now, but our story really starts in the summer going into my sophomore year of school…

It was a very rainy cold day in July (ok it was in the 70's, but that's still cold for the summer!), very rare for the time of year, we were staying at our beach house in Connecticut when we got the news, an owl showed up at our window disrupting Tommy, Jacque (my best friend), and Liam's (Tommy's best friend) and I from watching a repeat of The Price is Right. Us wizards and Witches in America don't use the owl system anymore, haven't used it since email and cell phones, but almost all the rest of the world still does. It was kind of shocking to see the owl banging on the window holding a letter, since I had only seen a few in my short life. So curiously Tommy opened the window and let the poor thing in out of the rain.

The letter came attached with my name and my aunt and uncles names on it. I took the letter from the birds beak and just as Aunt Kitty came into the room.

"What was that?" She asked us.

"I don't know Auntie; this owl flew over to the window carrying a letter with our names on it in extremely decorative script. I was just about to open it." I said handing her the letter.

"Well, let's see what we have here," Aunt Kitty started opening up the envelope and started to read it. "'Miss Black, and Mr. and Mrs. Thomason,

Many years have passed since we last saw each other, young Leia was just a small child then, when Sirius was given his sentence in Azkaban. For I know it is extremely late, but my condolences about Katrina, she was a very bright spirit, and he light went out far before it should have. But that is not the reason why I am contacting you after all this time.

I have no other way to say this but to be blunt, and not sugarcoat, but Sirius has broken out of Azkaban prison about a week ago. I know you may think it is not a threat, since we have always known about Sirius' innocence, but being in Azkaban for so many years can do many things to one's mind. We do not know his mental capabilities at this time, and he may come looking for young Leia, if he makes it as far as the United States, if he has not already.

I do not wish to alarm you after reading my letter, if it is of convenience to you I would like to pay a visit, to answer your questions in person, and ease your minds about the situation. I also have a proposition for Miss Black, which I would wish to ask her.

Please leave an appropriate time for my arrival with the owl I have sent, I am looking forward to seeing you in person.

-Albus Dumbledore'

"Oh my… I'm going to tell him to come ASAP!" Aunt Kitty exclaimed scrambling around the house for a pen and a piece of paper.

"Wait! Aunt Kitty!" I yelled. "Why is Albus Dumbledore, the wizard I only know from my text books writing us? Why does he know me and my parents? What does he mean Dad broke out of Prison?" I had a million questions from that letter, being you know a 15yr old rushes a lot of emotions. I felt bad bombarding Aunt Kitty with all the questions she looked pretty frazzled after reading it. She quickly wrote the response and gave the letter and a cookie to the owl and he flew out the window he came. She sighed and looked at me, giving my (and everyone else's) puzzled look a sympathetic one, hugging me tightly.

"Oh sweetie… everything is going to be ok, all your questions will be answered soon." I pulled away and looked at her with still with the puzzled look, she sighed and looked defeated. "I guess I can answer a few in the meantime, at least the ones I can answer for you." She sat me down on the couch and turned off the TV. Tommy Jackie and Liam took it as a cue to leave, damn well knowing I would fill them in later, as they headed for the basement.

Now I knew the basics about my father, I was three when he was put away, I where he was from (London), how he and my mother met (after he graduated from Hogwarts him and a few school chums came to America and met my Mother in The City), and a little bit about what he did (or didn't do as I was always told) to deserve the life sentence in Azkaban Prison, but apparently there was still a lot I didn't know. I have very memories of my father and mother together, he would come and visit us very often during the last war against Voldermort, since he felt England was too dangerous for us to be. They were always so happy together, I loved Daddy when he came to visit, always had a toy of some kind to give me. Honestly I was waiting for the day Daddy would get out of Azkaban, but not like this.

For what I know about my father I'm going to cut the long story short, my mother and Dumbledore and a few (and I mean FEW) others fought hard for my father's innocence, but because of the times and the fear Voldermort put into people, and the severity of the charges of killing Peter Pettigrew, the Ministry decided to play it safe and not listen and found Dad guilty out of the safety of the country, he was one of the few more wealthy who couldn't pay their way out of a prison sentence. Dumbledore was an old school professor and friend to Dad. Over the years after Dad's conviction to before she died, Mom and Dumbledore both kept in contact with each other. I never saw it, but she apparently was never the same after the conviction, I knew she missed Dad a lot, and I barely remember him, just a few little memories here or there, but I never knew how bad it was. Aunt Kitty told me I was the only thing that kept her going, she was only really truly happy when I was around, she said she didn't know how Mom would have handled me going off to school the next year.

He arrived the next afternoon; another owl arrived saying he would be at the house at 2:30. I was happy it was still crappy outside (not raining, just cloudy and cold), so I didn't miss a beach day when he arrived. He was a curious looking guy, very traditional looking. Dumbledore had on the long robes, and a gray long beard, small half moon glasses, and like a night cap that matched his robes. He looked very wise, like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings. We introduced ourselves and sat in the living room while Aunt Kitty served some tea and cookies.

"Now I know that reading that letter yesterday must have left you with a lot of questions." I nodded slowly, and he continued. "These are all questions that will be answered in time, but as of right now, this is a very serious matter. As the letter says, we do not know the mental state of your father, Azkaban does things to people, drives them mad. Many think he is after your God Brother, the young Harry Potter, to finish the job Voldermort wanted to. But you may still be in great danger, if he gets this far, if it is where he is heading. You're Headmistress and I have discussed it, and with your approval I would like to invite you to attend Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will be very safe there; Headmistress Balza and I both agreed Hogwarts has better precautions for this situation than Salem would have."

I just kind of sat there and looked at him, it was a lot to sink in; it felt like hours went by in a few short seconds. Every few seconds I'd open my mouth like I wanted to say something, and it would just close, I was just speechless. Dumbledore chuckled at my reaction; I thought it was kind of inappropriate for the situation, but I soon would learn that was him, seeing the lighter side in a bad situation. I was just about to speak before Aunt Kitty interrupted me.

"I think if it's better for her safety, she should go no question." She said patting my knee.

"Yes, but it is her decision, for her to stay here would not mean life or death by any means, The Ministry and I feel that putting her under our protection would be the safer route, but it is her choice, and her birthright."

"What do you mean birthright?" I asked.

"Your family has been attending Hogwarts for generations, if things were different, you might already have been attending school there, and you would be a legacy after all."

Me? A legacy? I thought he was kidding, and I chuckled a bit, but Dumbledore wasn't laughing. One of my dreams was always to go to England; even at 15 the accents drove me nuts. I weighed the pros and cons of each.

On the Pros side, going to England, new school, new friends, and new wardrobe (most excited about that one). The cons would be leaving Tommy and all our friends at Salem, and being so far away from home.

"What are you thinking about, just say 'Yes' already!" I heard my best friend Jacque say from the kitchen. Liam whispered loudly after her, "Carpe diam! You wanted to go to England since you started liking The Beatles!" And Tommy saying "Don't let us stand in your way, say yes!" I looked over at the door and all three of them were sticking their heads through a crack. They are so nosey! Aunt Kitty shot them a look and we heard them run back into the basement as me and Dumbledore started laughing.

Aunt Kitty looked at Dumbledore nervously and tried to laugh it off nervously, "ha ha ha… kids, can't keep their noses out of anyone's business."

"I understand children, especially young teenagers, and their nosey habits all too well, I have been teaching for a very long time" he said to Aunt Kitty, and then he turned his attention back to me. "Well now Leia I think you have your friend's approval, now it is all up to you."

"You know what, yeah I think I'll do it, I'll go to Hogwarts for the year." I said with a big grin on my face, and Dumbledore returned it.

"Excellent! Even though this is just a precaution, it is much better to be safe than sorry in any situation as serious as this one."

"I fully understand sir, I feel good about my choice."

"I must be going; I have a few more people to visit before I head back to Hogwarts." Dumbledore said getting up out of his chair. "Everything you will need to know will come by owl in a week or so." As he turned to leave my yorkie terrier Pupcake came running down the stairs and started climbing on him. Aunt Kitty was mortified, yelling at my poor baby, but Dumbledore picked up Pupcake and she started licking his face. "What a good little creature, who does it belong to?"

"She's mine, her name is Pupcake, I've had her since she was just a 6 months old; she goes with me everywhere. The beach, the park, the mall, school, never leave home without her" I told him.

"I can tell you have taken good care of her, trained and everything?" I nodded in response. "Hogwarts only allows cats, frogs, rats and owls for pets at the school…" I felt a pang of nervousness, I couldn't go without my dog, she's been with me for7 years. I always wanted a dog, and mom always said she was going to get me one before I started school. After my mother died, my Auntie and Uncle bought her for me before my first year at Salem, to keep the promise mom wanted to keep. Dumbledore saw the look of fear on my face and smiled. "I'm sure we can make this one exception, since you are a transfer student after all."

"Oh thank you Professor, such a relief!" I said as he handed Pupcake to me and she started licking my face. "She is extremely well behaved, doesn't bark, she's trained, the whole nine yards, I promise she will be good!"

"Very well then, one crisis averted. I must really be off now, thank you for everything Miss Kitty." Dumbledore said shaking Auntie's hand. "And Leia, I will see you in the fall, good luck with everything and enjoy the rest of your break." He took my own hand briefly, winked and at me, and walked out the door, we heard a loud popping noise apperating to wherever it was he needed to go.

Aunt Kitty and I looked at each other and both sighed of relief. "Is this what you really want to do sweetie?" She asked while I put down Pupcake, and I noticed Liam Jacque and Tommy standing in the kitchen door all grinning at me. I loved how positive everyone always was with my decision, hell they are the ones who got me to decide. If Jacque didn't open her big fat mouth to start with, I don't know what I would have done, hearing them telling me to go really made the decision so much easier, you have NO idea!

I smiled back at them and waved, and said "Yeah, this is really, honestly, truly, what I want."

That coming fall… I was off to England!

AN: Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it, you can review if you want!!!