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Hi this is my first Fanfiction. I've been thinking about whiting this for a while now and my amazing Beta gave me the courage to finally get it written :-). Please no Flames!

So this is just some background information:

Emmeline as you know is the daughter of Sirius Black. Her mother was called Emelia Lusignan the daughter of a French pureblood and was also half-sister to one of the Hogwarts Professors but I'll let you find that out as you read along. Emelia died in childbirth. Emmeline is also the Girl Who Lived but people only know that there is a Girl Who Lived, they don't know it is Emmeline.

Anyway I hope you enjoy my story! Reviews and subscribes would be AMAZING!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Harry Potter universe or any of the main plots from the books I only own my OC's and any side plots or other stuff that you don't recognise.

Chapter 1

"Up. UP! Get up you ungrateful brats!"

Emmeline sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She got up and walked towards the bathroom, the rest of the children were still fast asleep despite the yelling of Madame Brown. There were 41 children in total, from babies that cried all the time, to teenagers that would never waste the opportunity to beat you up. The numbers were always changing though. The younger children would get adopted and the older children would only be there for a year or to, until they were old enough to move out. However Emmeline had been there the longest, almost nine years. Many couples who visited the orphanage had admired her beauty - the golden hair full of natural highlights, her unique violet eyes with a silver ring around her pupils and her sharp aristocratic features - they had all changed their minds as soon as they saw her file though. The orphanage kept files on every child containing their dates of birth information about parents (that part of Emmeline's file was empty) and any incidents that had happened involving the child. She couldn't help it that her file was at least 300 pages long, strange things always happened to her.

Emmeline quickly washed up and got dressed just as the other girls were getting out of bed. She then ran down the stairs and out into the garden where she climbed her favourite tree, which happened to be the tallest and the one that nobody else could climb. She always hid up there because the other children would always try to make her angry so that her hair and eyes would change colour. That always got her into trouble. It was one of the reasons she had no friends but other things happened too.

3 Years Ago

Emmeline was sat on the grass reading the Wizard of Oz, she always loved stories about magic. An older boy named Dante Jones was throwing rocks at her making her very angry indeed, when suddenly he was hanging upside down from a tree and her hair and eyes were scarlet like they always were when she was mad. They had had to call the fire brigade to get Dante down from the tree. Madame Brown had grounded her for weeks and locked her in the attic for days.

Emmeline now lived in the attic because Madame had gotten fed up of putting her up there all the time. She sighed 'only a few more years until I can leave' she thought.

Professor McGonagall walked purposefully down the damp streets of Manchester towards the orphanage. Already knowing that this wouldn't be like the normal Muggle born visits that she made every year. To start; the child she was visiting was a pureblood but just like the Muggle-borns she had no idea about magic. The second thing was that she was visiting the child of someone whom she, among others, had foolishly trusted. The end result was two children who were left without parents, one an orphan and the other - whom she was visiting - might as well have been one. Minerva strode up the steps to the large front door, that appeared to have once been red, and knocked. Two minutes later a short stout woman with beady little eyes and makeup caked onto her face opened the door with a fake smile on her face.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a strange mix of a thick Mancunian and barely distinguishable French accent.

"Yes I am here to offer one of the children in your care a place at a boarding school. Her name has been on our lists since she was born and she will start attendance there next September." replied McGonagall.

"Oh. Um I guess you 'ad better come in then." the woman opened the door wider and McGonagall entered and followed her down the hall.

"Which kid is it you want?"

"Emmeline Black." McGonagall said. The smaller woman stopped for a moment in shock but hastily continued saying,

"The kids are in the kitchen."

At the end of the corridor was the kitchen. It had one long table down the centre that was now overcrowded with children. All of whom appeared to be eating breakfast in, what the Professor thought to be, a very uncivilised manner.

"Oi! Where is Black?" Shouted the woman, although it was more like a screech.

"The freak's outside," replied one of the children at the table. The woman (who still had not informed McGonagall of her name) grunted and turned towards a door that led outside. McGonagall frowned, the woman had made no attempt to reprimand the child who had called the girl a freak, in fact it seemed like she did not care at all.

Outside was a large garden that had an abundance of trees towards the back. The stout woman seemed to know where to look for the young Black because she headed straight for the trees and continued to the very tallest that stood in the back corner.

"Black!" She screeched. Professor McGonagall had to refrain from covering her ears at the sound. Somewhere high up in the tree she saw movement. A flash of blue could be seen moving down the tree.

"Get down here at once! And don't you dare fall! I will not fill out any more forms about your ridiculous behaviour." The woman shouted (shrieked?) again.

After about five minutes a small girl landed in front of the two women. The Professor almost gasped at the child's resemblance to her parents.

"Black, this woman is 'ere to take you to a special school" said the horrible woman. She then bent down and whispered something in the young girl's ear. At hearing what was said the girl froze up in what seemed like fear. The horrible woman then turned and strode back towards the building leaving McGonagall with the child. After a slight pause the girl timidly reached out a small hand and said,

"Pleased to meet you ma'am, my name is Emmeline Black." McGonagall's features softened into a rare smile as she reached out her own hand to shake the child's bony one.

"The pleasure is all mine Miss Black. My name is Professor McGonagall and I work at a special school, a school for people like us. Have you ever done anything that you couldn't explain? Anything that no one else could do?" The young Black looked at the Professor in fear then reached a hand to tug on one of her curls. She then looked back up at the Professor and nodded. "That is because, Miss Black, you, like myself are a witch."