"Ky!" my mother called up the stairs to me.

I groaned into my pillow.

"Ky! Wake up! You don't want to be late! We're going shopping for your birthday, remember?"

I shot straight up. It was my birthday. I was officially 15.

I got out of bed and got dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a dark purple T-shirt. When I was finished putting makeup on and pulled my shoes on, I headed downstairs, following the scent of eggs and bacon.

My mom was at the stove, pushing scrambled eggs around a frying pan, and dad was spreading butter on biscuits.

"Hey, it's the birthday girl!" he said, smiling and giving me a big hug.

I sat down at the table as my mom set a plate of eggs in front of me. Breakfast went smoothly, lighthearted conversation was made and I was particularly excited to hear that the Weasleys would be coming over this afternoon for the party.

Fred's parents and mine had met each other before and, though we were all in agreement that the family was quite strange, our families had grown close.

My mom and I were on our way out the door to go shopping, but when I opened the door, an old man with long white hair and an equally long and white beard was standing there.

"Oh! Hi, can I help you?" mom asked politely.

But he was looking at me with a smile. "Hello. Are you Kylin Black?"

My mom paled.

I was confused. "Well, my name is Kylin, but my last name is Grimm, not Black."

His smile didn't waver. "Of course you are. You look just like your father. Might I come in?"

My mother nodded woodenly.

"Excellent," he said joyfully, walking past us into the house.

I looked at my mom.

I didn't look anything like Julianne OR Tommy Grimm and it was a well-known fact. I had asked them several times if I had been adopted for this reason alone. Of course, they had told me I wasn't. Julianne was a strawberry blonde with flawless skin and green eyes. Tommy's hair was also blonde, but his eyes were blue. I, however, had long black hair, freckles, and hazel eyes. If I really was their child, I was a genetic anomaly. My facial bone structure, the shapes of my features, and even my skin tone didn't match up with anyone on either side of my family.

Mom didn't look at me, she simply followed after the strange man, as if in a trance. I hesitantly followed them. Dad was in the kitchen watching the man strangely as he sat across the table from him. When my mother and I had made it into the kitchen, the man spoke again.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The what school of what and who now? My mother and father both sucked in sharp breaths. "What exactly is that?" I asked, already having a slight idea. But that was impossible, wasn't it?

"It is a school to teach you how to control your own magical abilities. I, along with several other professors at the school, will be teaching classes to help you hone the different aspects of magic."

I gave him a blank stare and then cast my glance over to my parents who were both staring in a mixture of awe, fear, and skepticism at our deranged houseguest. "I get it," I said slowly. The three adults looked over at me. "This is a joke. You guys are trying to prank me on my birthday. That was a terrible attempt. The twins would be disappointed."

"By twins I'm assuming you mean Fred and George Weasley?" the man asked.

I looked back at him. "They're in on this too, eh?"

"Hardly. The Weasleys attend Hogwarts. Haven't you ever wondered why they didn't go to the same school as you? Why their way of life seemed so strange? Why they themselves seemed so detached from the turn-of-the-century advancements?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. How had he known all about this? Sure I had wondered about these things, but I knew there was no way they would have started setting up for some stupid practical joke when we were small children so they could pull it when I turned 15. That was extreme even for the twins.

I took a deep breath. "So you're telling me… that I'm a witch or something and I'm going to have to go to school at some wizard school where my best friends since I was 5 have been going? And on top of all that my real last name is Black?" I snorted. "Right."

His smile grew wider. "You sometimes feel connected to dogs do you not?"

My head snapped back up to him. My immediate response coaxed an even giddier expression to form on his face.

"Ahh yes. That is because your father was an unregistered animagus."

When I gave him a blank stare, he continued. "A witch or wizard who can morph into an animal at will. In your father's case, a black dog."

I looked over at my parents who were staring wide-eyed at the table.

"They are not your biological parents," the man said. "Your real father's name was-"

"Sirius Black," both of my parents said simultaneously in a detached tone.

"What?" I asked, finding this harder and harder to poke fun at and call his claims phony.

The man nodded.

"You were left on our doorstep when you were a baby," my mother explained to me, finally looking up at me with tear-filled eyes.

I didn't want to hear this. But I knew it had to be true. Mom wasn't a very good actress and there was no way she could make herself cry for this. And they wouldn't go so far as to fake my abandonment.

"The letter they left with it was signed by a Sirius Black. He said this would happen. We didn't think it was true because, well on top of it being completely absurd, it was supposed to have happened when you were 11."

"Yes, it would appear that after his disappearing act, your father also managed to make it incredibly hard to find you. Which is why you were detected so late. Why, most people didn't even know he had a daughter." His words were confusing me more and more.

"Disappearing act? Detected?" I held my hands to my head. "This is a dream. This is just a crazy dream and when I wake up, it'll all go back to normal and I'll have my birthday party."

Dumbledore chuckled. I looked up at him. He pulled a long stick thing out of the sleeve up his robe.

I ignored all "wizard/up your sleeve" jokes and went with, "Of course he has a wand."

He waved it around at the glass of orange juice sitting half empty on the table. "Wingardium leviosa."

Was this man on drugs? My sarcastic thoughts were cut short when the glass began levitating, rising slowly from the surface of the table. I watched, my heart beating fast. When it touched the table, I didn't take my eyes from it.

"Do you believe me now?"

I couldn't believe I was about to say this, but I really did. It was hard not to with solid proof like that. So, sluggishly, I tore my terrified eyes away from the glass up to the man and breathed, "Yes."

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Dumbledore explained to us (with minimal input on our part) the rise of Voldemort, the brutal murder of many people by him including the Potter family who were apparently very good friends of my real father when they went to Hogwarts together.

The sole survivor of the thing called a killing curse was the only child of the Potter's. Harry Potter. My father's godson. He was a few months younger than me apparently.

He explained to us that Voldemort was rising again and Sirius Black, my father and a previously convicted man (who ended up innocent no matter what the Ministry of Magic said about it), was spearheading the starting up and recruitment of an organization called the Order of the Phoenix. It was a group whose purpose was to protect muggles (the word confused us at first, but Dumbledore explained that it simply meant non-magic people) and wizards from the power of Lord Voldemort.

The first Order consisted of Harry's parents, my own father, the Weasleys, and several other parents of children I would apparently be going to school with.

The second wizarding war was coming.

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"Do you have any questions?" Dumbledore asked, folding his hands in his lap.

"Millions," I said. "If I'm being drafted into this school, why didn't I get a letter like everyone else?"

"Sirius wanted me to come and I agreed it would be a good idea. Someone had to explain to you everything you were soon to be involved in and why you were detected so late."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why didn't he just come himself? And how am I involved in this war?"

He frowned. "Sirius is still a wanted man. The Ministry refuses to believe Sirius's innocence and he cannot be seen. As for your involvement in the war… I'm afraid you have no choice, my dear. Being the daughter of a man as important and well-known in the wizarding world as Sirius Black, you will be targeted by Death Eaters, Voldemort, and likely some of your own classmates."

I began to feel very afraid. "What if I don't want this? What if I don't want to be a witch and go to this new school, or meet my real dad, or get in the middle of this war? What if I want to just go back to bed and forget this ever happened?"

He gave me a small sad smile. "I know many of us wish we could do the same… But, again, you have no choice. You must learn to control the magic in you. As you've grown older, it has been coming out more and in more powerful bursts. The school term starts on September 1st. But the Order will be meeting over the summer. When summer begins, you will arrive at 12 Grimmauld Place with the Weasleys. I have not yet informed them of your identity, but I am sure they will be as shocked as you." He took a glance at both of my parents and then me. "Then again, maybe not. Remember, when summer begins, go with the Weasleys."

I nodded hesitantly. Even if I didn't want any part in this war and all of its entailed scariness, I couldn't deny the fascination I found in the fact that I was a witch with real magical powers and I was going to meet my real father.

He nodded back and stood up. When I looked up at a small pop noise, he was gone. But I hadn't heard the door.

And so begins Kylin's journey to finding her identity O.o hope you guys are liking it so far! Thanks for reading! :) Review!