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Ciara xxx

Chapter 1

Elizabeth Potter lived with her uncles Remus and Sirius, otherwise known as Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot. In truth, she wasn't actually related to them; but they had been her father's best friends, and Sirius was her godfather. Her parents had died when she was barely one, protecting her from the Dark Lord. Soon after her parents' death, Voldemort was killed, though Elizabeth hadn't been told how. But she'd been taken into the care of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, and raised in Potter Manor.

Sometimes, Sirius or Remus would stare at her and see their best friends in the little girl. Elizabeth was the picture image of her mother- vibrant green eyes, creamy soft skin- which tended to have a light coating of dirt- a slender figure (even as a ten-soon-to-be-eleven year old) and fiery red curls- she'd also inherited her mother's brains, her father's too, and most likely, when she was at school, his talent on a broom. Unfortunately, she also got her father's ego, personality, and love of pranks. And growing up with Sirius Black didn't make that any better.

For example, Remus woke up one particular day from an afternoon nap with blue hair, red teeth, and pink nails.

"SIRIUS MARCUS BLACK AND ELIZABETH ROSANNA POTTER!" he roared. He wasn't normally one to lose his temper, but this was the third prank in the space of five days. It was ridiculous.

He stormed downstairs to where his best friend was eating fruit, sitting atop of the kitchen island. Sirius almost choked on his apple when he saw Remus' new look.

"Wow! What happened to you?"

"Take a wild guess," growled Remus.

Sirius looked impressed. "My pupil is improving. I'm so proud."

"You didn't have anything to do with this?"

"Moony, if I'd pranked you, it would've been last night, and you'd be hanging from a tree butt-naked. Lizzie's not ready for the teenage marauder pranks."

"I didn't know she even knew that nail polish existed."

"She doesn't. She used paint, like she did with the hair."

"And the teeth?"

"Food colouring." Remus sighed, relieved. "... I think." That didn't make him feel any better.

"Where is she?"

"Outside. You know how she is."

Even with blue hair, red teeth, and pink nails, Remus couldn't help smiling. "Never a doubt that she's Lily and James' kid."

Liz sat in a tree, talking to her locket. This may have been a strange habit for anyone else, but the locket contained a picture of her parents, Lily and James Potter. Liz couldn't remember them entirely; just a laugh, a hug, the trace of a smile, sparks flying out of a wand for her entertainment, the feeling of someone stroking her hair...

But talking to the painting was easier. It was a wizard painting, one that moved. It was like she hadn't lost her parents when she was barely a year old.

"Thought you'd be here."

Liz smiled over her shoulder at her godfather. "Hey. How's Uncle Moony this fine July afternoon?"

Sirius chuckled. "Slightly grumpy. You know he's not a morning or afternoon person in the summer. Especially when he wakes up with blue hair."

Liz grinned. "I would've done it magically, but it seemed more fun to do it the Muggle way."

Silence.

"Alright, what's up?" Sirius swung himself up onto a lower branch.

"What?" Liz examined her scruffy trainers.

"You know what. Three pranks in five days? That's a lot in one space of time. The best prankers space out. So something's bothering you."

Liz sighed. "Uncle Padfoot, how did you feel when you turned eleven?"

Sirius grinned. "Ecstatic. I was going off to one of the best wizarding schools in the world, and there was a whole new group of people to prank. But between you and me, Liz? I was terrified."

Liz stared at her godfather. It was a joke. It had to be. Sirius Black didn't do terrified.

"My entire family had been in Slytherin for as long as I could remember. But I didn't think like my family. I was the black sheep, which is kind of ironic, considering the name and the magic they practise." he chuckled. "But hey; I went on that train, wore the Sorting Hat, went through Hogwarts in the House of my family's enemies, and look at me now! I turned out alright, eh?"

"Meh." Liz teasingly made a 'so-so' motion with her hand, and was almost shoved out of the tree. She hopped down, yelling "child abuse!" at Sirius, before running in the direction of the manor.

Potter Manor sat on the outskirts of Godric's Hollow, a large mansion once owned by Charlus and Elizabeth Potter (the latter Liz's namesake) her grandparents. James had grown up here as a child, and it seemed that Liz was following in his footsteps.

One of Liz's favourite aspects of the massive property were the grounds. The grass was never overgrown, thanks to the house elves, with lovely flowerbeds scattered around the front 'lawn'. Out back, the grass was wild and untamed- perfect for kids to mess around in. Liz could spend hour after hour lazing about in the grass, staring up at the clear sky or messing around with Sirius. She wanted to fly a broom and though Sirius was all for it, Remus could unfortunately say no to the puppy-dog eyes.

As she neared the door, she could hear paws thudding on the ground behind her. Quickly glancing over her shoulder, she saw a great black hound- otherwise known as Padfoot. Sirius was an Animagus, a wizard who could turn into a particular animal. Her father had been a stag, and another friend that her uncles wouldn't name, had been a rat. The animal was to show the nature of the witch/wizard, and Liz had always dreamed about being able to turn into an animal.

She burst through the door and ran through to the kitchen. Remus was pulling various things out of the cupboards and talking to Slightly, the head elf.

"Hey, Uncle Moony. Not looking that blue compared to after your nap."

Remus glared mockingly (partially) at his adoptive niece. "You're lucky it's your birthday tomorrow." The paint had come out, leaving only a light tinge to his sandy hair. His teeth were no longer red, and his nails had returned to their original colour.

Just then, Sirius skidded into the room. "Good day to all! What's for dinner?"

Remus raised an eyebrow. "You were eating when I woke up."

Sirius waved his hand dismissively. "Appetiser."

The three were laughing as they walked to the dining room and sat down. Dinner was always noisy, even though they were few. At least two of them would be having a debate over silly little things, while the other would look on in amusement. That evening, it was Quidditch teams.

"The Chuddley Cannons will come out on top this year, I bet my life savings on it." Sirius slammed a hand on the table.

"Black, that's what you say every year," Remus retorted playfully. "No, it will be Puddlemere United. They whipped your team's butt three leagues straight- and the Cannons never make it to the final."

"It's different this time. I feel it in my bones!"

"Oh, since when did you take Divination at school, Padfoot?"

"Lizzie," (only Sirius could get away with that) he addressed his goddaughter, "tell Loony-bin over here that he's wrong."

Liz grinned. "Uncle Moony's wrong..." Sirius grinned triumphantly at his best friend, "... As are you, Uncle Padfoot. The Holyhead Harpies will destroy both of you!"

This sparked the argument all over again, until Remus saw the time on the grandfather clock.

"Liz, you need to get to bed. The birthday girl needs her sleep."

Liz frowned. "But-"

"Liz."

She deflated. "Fine." She made it through the door and halfway up the grand staircase before yelling, "The Harpies are the champions!"