Gwen's eyelids snapped open revealing bright emerald eyes. She sat up and steadied her breathing.

Just a nightmare she told herself. But it wasn't just a nightmare. Her godfather did fall through the veil. Every night she relived the painful memory. She mentally berated herself as she felt her eyes moisten.

Clumsily she stumbled out of bed and caught her reflection in the mirror. Her ebony black hair fell in waves down to the middle of her back. A lock of red hair grew out of the left side of her head, blending itself in with the rest of her hair. Running a hand through her hair and looked around for footwear. Once done, she grabbed a hold of her wand and carefully tiptoed out of the house. She walked in the dark street like a dark angel, the full moon's light made her pale skin glow. She sat down on the swing, remembering doing the same thing a year ago. This time though, their was no Dudley and his gang. No dementors.

Kicking her shoes off, she swung herself on the swing, her toes skimming the damp grass.

In no time she began sobbing quietly. Flashes of her godfather's easy going grin passed through her head. The way he used to ruffle her hair and call her little fawn.

She gave an anguish scream into the dark as she recalled Bellatrix's taunting voice.

Her breathing was labored as she tried to control her magic which had responded to her emotions. Her hair was flapping around her like a dark halo, her emerald eyes glowed eerily. The leaves of a near by tree were slowly starting to burn.

And then it all stopped. Silence dominated once again, except for the sound of a breaking branch.

Gwen swung her eyes to the sound, they slightly widened at the sight of another human being.

Panic began to creep into her bones.

Oh no. He couldn't have seen. Please no she silently prayed.

The figure walked into the moonlight, revealing a tall handsome man, no older then 20. He had dark red, wavy hair and dark blue eyes. His lips twitched at the sight of her.

Wordlessly he sat on the swing next to her.

They were quiet for what seemed decades until he spoke in a deep smooth voice, "That was quite a show of power there. What is it that that makes you have such emotion?"

Gwen stared at him with narrow eyes, "You're a wizard?"

The man chuckled, "I am. I'm part of your watch for the Order."

"What's your name? I've never seen you before?"

"Ezra. Ezra Salis."

"Never heard of you."

Ezra chuckled, "I'm a new recruit from Greece."

"You seem a bit young." Gwen pointed out, and it was true. He seemed like he just graduated from Hogwarts.

"I graduated last year from the Hecate Academy of Sorcery."

A faint line pierced the darkness telling Gwen it was time to go. She gathered her discarded shoes and tugged on her long t-shirt.

"I should be going. It was nice meeting you Mr. Salis."

"Call me Ezra."

"Then you can call me Gwen."

With that being said Gwen turned on her heel in the direction of her relative's home.

"Where were you?"

A snobby voice made Gwen freeze at the foot of the stairs. She whirled around and pierced her fat cousin with her emerald eyes.

"That is none of your concern." she told him lightly.

He took a bite out of the cake he was eating, "I'll tell dad."

Gwen sighed, "Fine then. If you must know I was outside, talking to my guards. Remember them? Tall red-hair, twins."

She watched as her cousin paled slightly and waddled to the nearest window, "They're out there?"

"Yes Dudley, they are. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to bed."

2 days passed when she saw Ezra again. They talked all night and only stopped when the sun peaked out. Ezra promised to visit often, something which elated Gwen. Ezra and her had gotten closer over the secret night escapades she had. So close that on the day of her birthday, she told him about Sirius.

"... the next thing I knew, Sirius was falling backwards through the veil and Bellatrix cackling away."

Ezra wiped the stray tear which had escaped her eyes and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Wasn't your fault." he murmured into her hair as she cried lightly. She pulled away wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"I hate her. I wish that when I..." she trailed off as the memory of her casting the cruciatus on Bellatrix flashed before her. Not until now did she recall the rush of power she felt. How her blood singed for revenge. She shivered and Ezra put a comforting arm around her.

"I should go. I need to get some sleep before the Dursley's wake up."

Ezra nodded in understanding and helped her up. After the goodbye hug, he pressed a package into her hands.

"Happy Birthday, darkfawn."

Gwen smiled and walked towards her aunt's house. Rushing into her room she pulled the wrapping off the box and stared at the beautifully carved box. Carefully she lifted the lid up to reveal a small silver ring that look to be made out of vines. She slid it onto her middle finger on her right hand and admired how the vines wrapped around her finger. A flat emerald stone was artfully placed on the center of the ring with an onyx fawn carved on the center.

With a small smile she got ready for bed.

2 weeks passed and the day for Dumbledore's arrival had arrived. Gwen hurriedly threw everything into her trunk and moved the loose floorboard for her hidden things. The bell downstairs rang and she cursed out loud at the sound of her uncle's annoyed voice. Rushing even more, she sat on top of the heavily packed trunk and tried to close it. At the sound of the click she sighed and ran downstairs.

Her "family" was seated in the living room with Dumbledore smiling pleasantly. Composing her face into that of a blank cool mask she entered the room.

"Ah, Mrs. Potter. We just need to have a little chat before we can be on our way."

Gwen nodded slowly and joined Dumbledore on the couch.

"Now then, due to your godfather's death, it was written in his will for you to inherit everything. That includes, the title of being the heiress of the Noble and Ancient House of Black until you turn of age next year."

"No she doesn't." Petunia spoke up, "She's a month younger then Dudley. He turns of age in two years." She hurriedly explained, ignoring her husband's questioning glances.

"As it is, in the wizarding world we turn of age at the age of 17. Now there is a problem about the inheritance, not being closely related to the Blacks you might not be able to gain the title and what comes with it. If this so happens, it shall all go to the next oldest Black, in our case to Bellatrix."

"No!" Gwen shouted, "That woman can't have anything! How can we know?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "There is a simple test. Kreacher!"

A pop revealed the dirty house-elf of the Black family.

Petunia gave a shrilly scream.

"Kreacher be called by filthy half-blood. What's this muggles? Oh what would my poor mistress say. Mudbloods, half-breeds. What has the noble house of Black come to."

Kreacher continued spitting out insults and wailing to the horror of the Dursley family.

"Give him a command. If you are the owner then he will have to obey." Dumbledore told her.

Gwen sighed, a head-ache starting to form by her aunts shrilly screams, "Kreacher shut up or else I will rip your vocal cords out."

Dumbledore frowned as Kreacher struggled to ignore the order.

"Well then things seem to be in order. Would you gather your things, I believe we have overused your relative's hospitality."

Gwen nodded and turned to Kreacher, "Go up to my room and get my trunk and Hedwig's cage. Then bring them straight to me. Understand?"

Kreacher gave her a loathing look before he popped away to do as he was ordered.

Dumbledore's frowned deepened and led Gwen to the front.

When Kreacher appeared Dumbledore sent the items to the Burrow and waited for Gwen to give Kreacher his new orders.

Once done, they both set out of Number 4 Privet Drive.