The Other Black

No I don't own Harry Potter, he belongs to J.K Rowling. So do all the places etc. But Nicolette black and this plot belongs to me. Please read and *drum roll*:D REVIEW :D

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Chapter One : The Unexpected Visitor

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"Wake up!" shreiked the fimilar voice of Aunt Petunia through the door of Harry's bedrrom, "Wake up and come downstairs...NOW!"

He lay in bed listening to her descending the staircase. Harry Potter was 15, although he was small and skinny for his age. He had untidy black hair, that despite Harry spending the last few years of his life trying to make it lie flat, stuck up at all angles. He had jewel green eyes, that were framed by round glasses. But the most unusual thing about Harry Potter was the lightning scar across his forehead. This cut had been given to him by Lord Voldermort, an evil wizard who had murdered Harry's parents 14 years earliar. Lord Voldermort had then turned on Harry and tried to kill him...but failed, and this history is what made Harry Potter famous.

Not of course in our world would Harry Potter be anything other than a skinny 15 year old boy, but in the Wizarding world, that has remained now for thousands of years now without muggles (non magic people) noticing, is Harry Potter famous. And that is why Harry spends much of his time covering his scar with his untidy fringe when he meets people in the wizarding world. Witches and Wizards are usually very taken with Harry, seeing as they all know him and his story.

Harry decided he had better get up and go downstairs. So after pulling on an extremley large pair of his cousin Dudley's old jeans and a worn moss green t-shirt, Harry opened his bedroom door and trudged downstairs.

He entered the kitchen to find the whole table crammed full of packages wrapped in brightly coloured paper. How could Harry have been so stupid as to forget, today was his cousin Dudley's birthday. Harry loathed this day, a day where the Dursley's had an excuse to be even meaner to Harry than usual.

Dudley came waddling into the room, his round piggy face pink in exhuastion. He had obviously run down the stairs. He was followed by a beaming Aunt Petunia, who turned to Harry and snapped,

"You look after that bacon and try not to burn anything...or you'll be sorry indeed boy." She then turned back to Dudley who had sat down and started wripping open packages, and soon things like an MP3 player, a new laptop computer, a pocket television littered the table and the surrounding floor was a sea of bright wrapping paper.

It was only when the wripping of paper abruptly stopped and Dudley speaking did Harry look up from the frying pan. Dudley had just unwrapped a new black suit, white shirt and hideous polka dot bow tie.

"Whats this for?" grunted Dudley looking digusted.

"Aunt Marge's visit!" said Uncle Vernon happily, "Oh, by the way Petunia she's bringing that....Nicolette, with her."

Harry's head lifted, he had never heard them talk about a Nicolette before.

"What that blonde girl?" said Aunt Petunia sniffily,

"Yeh," grunted Uncle Vernon.

"Whats wrong with her parents this time?" said Aunt Petunia, pouring orange juice into glasses.

"Well, actually Petunia I think her father's just died." Uncle Vernon said watching Dudley unwrap a new camera phone.

"Oh." Aunt Petunia sounded a little taken a back. "Well, serves him right getting mixed up in things like his lot," she shot Harry a curt glare, "Stop looking at me boy and watch the bacon!"

"Okay," said Harry, but he didn't really care about the bacon. He was sure when his Aunt had said 'His Lot' she meant the wizarding world, Harry really belonged to. But how come they had never mentioned them before? Well Harry knew of course, they hadn't told Harry he was a wizard until 5 years ago, and Harry was sure that if Hagrid hadn't come and told him he would be stuck there at the Dursley's forever and attending Stonewall High, not having the faintest idea he had wizarding blood in him at all.

"Well, at least we have no blood relation to them..." said Uncle Vernon, "Otherwise we'd have to sypathise with her or something like that." He opened the paper.

"Yes well, whats her surname again? Just so I can prove to the neighboors if they happen to glimpse her," Aunt Petunia shuddered, thinking of what the neighboors might say.

"Black." said Uncle Vernon shortly, "Nicolette Black."

At these words Harry almost dropped the frying pan. Black. Black was the surname of his Godfather. Straightening himself up and sliding the Bacon onto a plate Harry thought, No she can't be related to Sirius. For Sirius had been his Godfather.

Harry's stomach fell as he thought of Sirius Black. Sirius had died, only a month ago in the Department of Mysteries and it still hurt Harry to think about it. Sirius had been Harry's father's best friend at Hogwarts and even until Sirius had died he still counted Harry's father as the bestfriend he ever had.

Harry of course had not told the Dursley's about Sirius dying. Sirius had been on the run from the minstry of magic for two years for a crime he had not commited and the fact that Harry had a convicted Muderer as a Godfather that he could call to Little Whinging any time was something he liked to hold over the Dursley's heads.

But then again, Harry thought, hadn't Uncle Vernon said this girl's father had just died recently, and Sirius had died only a month ago. It all seemed to fit but Harry didn't dwell on this because Aunt Petunia had just let out a shriek,

"Look at the bacon!! It's black!" she picked up the plate and thrust it under his nose, the bacon was indeed black and crispy. Harry had been concentrating on his Aunt and Unlce's conversation too much to care about the bacon.

"What is wrong with you?" growled Uncle Vernon, "Can't you even cook a pan of bacon without it burning you useless boy!"

"Why-does-he-have-to-ruin-everything?" wailed Dudley, flinging his arms around and sobbing loudly.

"Oh Diddy don't worry!" cried Aunt Petunia, "We won't let him ruin your special day!!"

"Thats it," snarled Uncle Vernon getting up as Dudley let out a very loud sob, "Boy," he glared at Harry, "I'm locking you in your room and we're going out for breakfast!"

Half an hour later Harry lay on his bed once again. The Dursleys had gone to Litte Chef on the ringroad for breakfast leaving Harry alone in the house. They would of course not give him free reign of the house while they were out Uncle Vernon had bolted Harry's door. He couldn't even be bothered to go to his trunk, which lay open at the end of his bed, pull out of his wand and open the door by magic. If the Dursley's caught him he would just get in more trouble and he didn't want to be locked in his room tonight. Not when mysterious Nicolette Black arrived. He wanted to be free to question her about her family and her last name, but most of all her father.

Could Sirius have had a child? It could have been possible. But then why did he not tell Harry? Harry wasn't implying he had to know everything about Sirius, but having a child and possibly a wife was a pretty big fact to leave out of telling someone.

Maybe he could write to Remus Lupin, Harry's dad's other best friend from Hogwarts. The only one of the Maruader's foursome still alive. Well of course Peter Pettigrew was still alive...but Harry had found out that he was working for Lord Voldermort in his third year, so Pettigrew was as good as dead to most people. But he could write a letter to no one at the moment Hedwig, his owl, had gone out hunting last night and had not yet returned. Harry wasn't worried, Hedwig often went off for day's at a time.

So Harry lay on his bed, playing his Aunt and Uncle's conversation over and over again in his mind. As it began to rain, Harry heard a car pull up in the driveway, the front door open and his Uncle's voice complaining loudly about the rain. Still Harry lay on his bed.

At noon Harry decided to get some of his homework done but was interupted by someone undoing the lock on his door. A second later the large form of Uncle Vernon walked in. He looked around at Harry's room. There were spare robes lying everywhere, his Firebolt was proped up in a corner, his thick leather school books bearing titles such as The Standard book of Spells grade 5 and Which Broomstick were scattered across the floor and spare parchment and ink littered his desk. There was also a horrible smell coming from Hedwig's empty cage.

Uncle Vernon gave a little grunt then said, "I want this cleared up before Marge gets here." Harry said nothing. "Did you hear me boy?"

"Yes." said Harry dully, but then he perked up. He hadn't been able to ask more about Nicolette Black at breakfast, but this may be his only chance before she got here to question his Uncle about her. "Uhm...you know Nicolette?" Uncle Vernon gave anothet little grunt to show he was listening.

"Well," said Harry caustiously, he knew if he didn't pick his words carefully his Uncle was likely to explode. Uncle Vernon had a very short temper. "Is she one of my kind? I mean is she a wi-"

"HOW DARE YOU ASK SUCH A THING?!!!?" boomed his Uncle, swelling with rage, "HOW DARE YOU MENTION YOU ODDNESS UNDER MY ROOF? NOW TIDY YOUR ROOM AND I DON'T WANT ANOTHER WORD FROM YOU!!!"

Uncle Vernon stamped out of the room, slammed the door and her the lock click from the ourside.

Harry let out a low sigh. Well that had been confusing, had Uncle Vernon shouted because Harry was about to mention the word 'witch'...or because Nicolette really was a witch, and the subject of soon having a wizard and a witch in his house made his rather touchy.

At ten to seven, the lock on Harry's door clicked again and Aunt Petunia poke her head around the door.

"Put these on the floor." she thrust a mouldy looking sleeping bag and pillow into Harry's arms. "There for Nicolette." she grimaced as she said the name.

"Which floor?" said Harry.

"Oh don't be stupid boy! Your floor of course!" she snapped.

"She's sleeping in here?" said Harry brightly.

"Yes. But don't get any ideas! She may be a bit of a weirdo but she still wouldn't lower he standards to anything like you" she spat out the last word, and walked from Harry's room.

Harry's heart lifted, if Nicolette was sleeping in here he would have a chance to question her about anything he wanted...away from the Dursleys. He almost started singing as he set about laying down the sleeping bag and pillow. He was just about to clean Hedwig's cage when he heard a car pull up the drive.

He walked over to the window and peered out. It was huge Aunt Marge, Uncle Vernon had obviously gone to collect her from the station because he emerged from the driver's seat a second later. Harry's eyes raked the drive for any sign of Nicolette. His stomach flipped as he saw a third figure get out of the car, much smaller than Uncle Vernon's. In the falling dusk he could just make out her long blonde hair and slender figure...but nothing more.

Harry hurtled out of his room and down the stairs causing Aunt Petunia to shreik in fright as he landed with a thud in the hallway.

"Go!" she said curtly.

"What? Where?" said Harry.

"The kitchen...Go sit...Now!" she said, her eyes narrowing.

Slowly Harry walked down the hall and into the kitchen. On entering he saw table had been laid with silver cutlery and two more chairs had been added at the end. Harry had just made to sit on his usual chair, when a voice behind him hissed,

"Not that one," it was Aunt Petunia, she was flapping her arms madly gesturing him to sit in the rickety old stool at the end of the table. Reluctently Harry flopped down on the stool and it creaked under his weight.

Aunt Marge's huge weight bustled into the kitchen and sank into one of the chairs furthest from Harry. Marge was followed but Uncle Vernon who sat down next to her, then, it had to be Nicolette.

She was about the same height as Harry and had long dirty blonde hair that fell to her elbows. Harry jumped as he saw Sirius' large dark eyes look at him...only they weren't Sirius' they were Nicolette's. She had a slender figure, and Harry felt his face heaten as he thought how pretty she was.

She was wearing a tight baby pink t-shirt, stonewashed flares and a zippy up grey jumper. Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the small logo to one side of it. But Nicolette had now crossed her arms and the logo was blocked from veiw, but Harry could of sworn he had glimpsed the words 'Beauxbatons' and 'Quidditch Team'.

"Oi." Aunt Marge's deep voice had just said, and her manly face turned to Nicolette, "Go sit there with that...that...Henry."

"Harry." said Harry shortly, as Aunt Marge glared at him. Nicolette had seated herself next to Harry on a fold out garden chair.

"What?" said Marge her eyes widening.

"I said," began Harry full of anger, he hated Aunt Marge so much, "My name isn't Henry. It's Harry." But Harry dropped his gaze as he saw Uncle Vernon's face purpling

Harry hadn't notice Dudley waddle into the room and swuash his fat bottom into the chair next to Harry. Harry was disgusted to see Dudley run a hand through his hair as he looked at Nicolette and when she looked at him, he gave her a horrible leering sort of girn.

Harry almost burst out laughing when Nicolette raised one eyebrow sniff loudly then begin playing with her fork.

"Roast Beef tonight!" said Aunt Petunia happily, placing a large silver plate in the middle of the table and cutting off slices and putting it onto plates. Harry wasn't suprised to see he got the smallest helping of everything. But he was suprised however to look over at Nicolette's plate and see she had got just the same ammout as he had. Nicolette frowned at it and began proding her beef with her fork.

"What the matter?" said Aunt Marge thickly through a mouth full of beef, "Food not up to your standard?" Nicolette scowled at her. "Get better food at that freak school of yours?" she snorted, "Thought not!"

"I don't go to freak school!" said Nicolette angrily, though her voice sounded sweet, "It's a school of wi-" Aunt Marge coughed loudly and snapped, "We'll have none of that around the dinner table thank you very much,"

Nicolette was silent for the rest of the evening and so was Harry. He wished dinner would finish so he could talk to Nicolette alone. Finally at ten o'clock Uncle Vernon shooed Nicolette and Harry upstairs, saying he wanted to watch TV without them being there to ruin it.

Out in the hallway, Harry saw Nicolette trying in vain to heave her great trunk up the stairs.

"Want some help?" said Harry politely.

"Sure." said Nicolette letting go of her trunk and walking up the stairs.

"A thanks would have been nice," muttered Harry as he carried the trunk easily up the stairs. He may be small and skinny but Harry had a lot of hidden strength in him.

Harry dumped his trunk into a corner and turned to Nicolette.

"So I guess this is were I'll be staying for the next two weeks?" she said looking distainful.

"What? Oh yeah," said Harry "Sorry about the smell...it's my owl Hedwig's cage."

"You have an owl?" said Nicolette birghtly, "Why?"

"For pos- I mean...I jut do." feeling awkward, Harry searched for a new subject he said, "So how come your staying with Marge?"

"Well, my mum used to be friends with Marge's sister...but she's away. So Marge's sister asked her to look after me, I hate her so much." said Nicolette bending down and opening her trunk. "I'm kind of angry at my mum because my dad just di- never mind." she broke of mid sentance and pulled out a pair of baby blue cotton trousers and a white t-shirt.

"No go on..." said Harry. If he wanted to find out if she was Sirius's daughter he needed her to talk about her father. He was thinking this over when he realised Nicolette had taken off her t-shirt and was just wearing her bra. Harry flushed scarlet and looked down at his feet and began mumbling uncontrolably as she pulled the white t-shirt over her head.

"What?" she said grinning "Never seen a bra before?

"I....just...what...oh...didn't....uhh," Harry mummbled looking at his hands.

Harry prentended to be taking of his socks while she changed her trousers. When she had sat down cross legged on the sleeping bag he looked at her.

"Look, that sleeping bags horrible why don't you sleep in my bed instead?" said Harry, she just grinned at him. "Oh No! Not with me...I mean switch....Not together of course, you know I...I...I,"

She laughed, "All cool when it comes to defeating you-know-who, but not so smooth when it comes to girls eh?" Harry's jaw dropped.

"You are a witch!!" cried Harry.

"Well thats not very nice," but Harry saw she was grinning, "Of course I'm a witch why do you think old Marge and you Uncle and Aunt hate me so much?"

"I just thought..." Harry began, "So you dad he-" but Harry stopped. Nicolette's face stiffened, and a slight frown formed across her face.

"I don't know what you've heard...but I don't want to talk about it okay?" and she turned over, pulled the covers up to her chin and fell silent.

Harry watched her feeling suddenly guilty, wishing he hadn't mentioned it. He undressed silently and got into bed.

He didn't sleep well, he kept dreaming again and again of Sirius falling through the veil, his face set in a smile as he did so. Then he would see Nicolette tears pouring down her face, and scowling at Harry she would turn her back on him.

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A/N: Ooooh! I am so proud of this story :D It's not just based around complete romance which is what I usually write n__n What do you think? Want a Chapter 2? Please read and Review!! I think I might start a chapter two anyway...but I need some Lupin-ness so I think I'm going to start a new Lupin fic 333 ahhh sweet ol' Lupin!!