A/N: Hello and welcome to my little fic.
FACTS: -Sirius is dead.
- James and Lily are dead Thanks for reading those facts. Now one little note. HOW COULD SHE KILL HIM?!?! *disolves in tears on the floor* NOOOO!!! PADFOOT!!! On with the story.set after sixth year.
=All About Black=
CHAPTER ONE: STRESSFUL DAY
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Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room, doing charms homework by the fireplace. It was a cold September evening, and rain was lashing at the windows, determined to get through the thick castle walls.
Sitting beside Harry was a clever, brown haired witch who was attempting to help a certain Ron Weasley understand the difference between turning a cat into a catfish as opposed to giving a cat rather ugly looking fins.
"But what's the POINT?" Ron asked in frustration. "Who would even WANT to turn a cat into a fish?"
"Well," Hermione answered sternly, "that is definitely not the point. Oh, let's say a cat attacks you, then you can turn it into a fish!"
Ron glared at her. "The only cat that's likely to attack me around here is Crookshanks!"
"He would NOT!"
Harry sighed. If only they would stop arguing for one minute! His scar was hurting a bit and he needed some quiet time to think. Harry finally got up and left the room, emerging into the castle hallways through the pink lady portrait.
The truth was, Harry had not enjoyed his summer one bit. With Voldemort back, the Order was very busy, meaning he had only got letters from the Weasleys and Lupin about once a month. And there was another thing bothering Harry.
His godfather, Sirius Black. It just wasn't fair! I don't deserve this, Harry thought savagely. Why did everyone he cared about always have to die?!
Walking blindly down the hallways, deep in thought, Harry was brought back to full consciousness when suddenly he found himself lying flat on the cold castle floor.
"Excuse me?!"
Harry looked up to see an extremely pissed-off looking girl standing in front of him. Pretty good-looking too, he thought. The girl was wearing a blue and silver tie with an eagle on it, which informed the slightly dazed Harry that she was in Ravenclaw house. Her hair was black and curly, and fell down far past her shoulders in a tight plait.
"Hello? Do you SPEAK English?!" the girl practically yelled at Harry.
"Sorry, um, sorry about that, I, uh," Harry muttered.
Sighing heavily, the girl rolled her bright chestnut eyes at him. "Obviously not. It's alright, I guess. I'll forgive you for walking into me. I probably shouldn't have shouted at you. It's just, I've been having a rather stressful day. Please remember to look where you're going in future. "
She offered her hand to Harry, who took it and pulled himself upright. "I'm not having the most relaxing day either," he admitted.
The girl nodded. "Yeah, the weather isn't helping at all. Nasty cold rain. Oh, I'm Evelyn Lestrange."
Harry gaped at her. "Le-Lestrange?"
Evelyn raised a dark eyebrow. "Now you have hearing disabilities, as well as sight?"
Harry was very dazed. Lestrange? There was only one name in the world he hated more than that. *cough* Umbridge *cough*. Bellatrix Lestrange was the death eater who was responsible for Sirius' death! And now it looked like she had a daughter attending Hogwarts. Why had Harry never seen her before?
"Oh my gosh!" Evelyn was now the one staring. "You're Harry Potter! I didn't recognize you."
Harry was quite unsure of how to handle the situation. All he knew was that every time the word 'Lestrange' echoed in his head, he felt a burning anger and hatred.
" Harry Potter, eh?"
"What year are you in?" Harry asked coldly.
"Um, fifth," replied the Ravenclaw.
Ravenclaw? Now Harry was even MORE confused! How could a death eater's daughter get sorted into Ravenclaw?
Suddenly, Evelyn grabbed Harry's wrist and dragged him into an empty classroom off the hallway.
"Before you go and get all angry at me, there are few things I'd like to explain to you." Evelyn was looking strangely resigned, as if talking to Harry had been something she had long been putting off.
"Go on," Harry prompted, interested to find out what kind of excuse this girl had for being the daughter of death eaters.
"First of all," Evelyn began, "I would like to state that I hate Bellatrix Lestrange just as much as you do. And, secondly, I am also against Voldemort and all death eaters."
"But you're a death eater's daughter!" Harry pointed out intelligently (not).
"No, I'm not. The woman I live with, my guardian, Bellatrix Lestrange, is not my mother. Nor is her husband my father. Even though I have lived with the Lestranges all my life, they are not my parents. I swear."
"Then who are your parents?" Harry was curious now.
"I think you knew my father, although I made him promise not to talk to you about me."
"I knew your father?"
But the girl wasn't listening. A kind of haze had come over her eyes, and Evelyn looked far angrier than she had earlier, yet there were tears in her eyes. "I hate that bitch. And Bellatrix Black has the nerve to complain to ME about having her cousin's daughter dumped on her!" She ranted at a very taken back Harry. "So what do I do about all her complaining? I refuse to put up with it. And I tell her so. Then what does she do? Gets back at me. How? By getting rid of my father."
Tears were pouring freely down the girl's cheeks now. She shivered and whispered quietly so Harry could hardly hear her. "Poor Padfoot."
And Harry decided his day had just gotten MORE complicated. If that was possible.
Abruptly, the Ravenclaw girl turned and ran from the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall. Harry had only one choice . . .
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A/N: WOW. . . emotional. Heehee, cliffhanger. I promise more romance and some great humor in the next chapter. All you need to do is REVIEW. Did you get that? REVIEW OR DIE. Just kidding. ~Emery
- James and Lily are dead Thanks for reading those facts. Now one little note. HOW COULD SHE KILL HIM?!?! *disolves in tears on the floor* NOOOO!!! PADFOOT!!! On with the story.set after sixth year.
=All About Black=
CHAPTER ONE: STRESSFUL DAY
**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~
Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room, doing charms homework by the fireplace. It was a cold September evening, and rain was lashing at the windows, determined to get through the thick castle walls.
Sitting beside Harry was a clever, brown haired witch who was attempting to help a certain Ron Weasley understand the difference between turning a cat into a catfish as opposed to giving a cat rather ugly looking fins.
"But what's the POINT?" Ron asked in frustration. "Who would even WANT to turn a cat into a fish?"
"Well," Hermione answered sternly, "that is definitely not the point. Oh, let's say a cat attacks you, then you can turn it into a fish!"
Ron glared at her. "The only cat that's likely to attack me around here is Crookshanks!"
"He would NOT!"
Harry sighed. If only they would stop arguing for one minute! His scar was hurting a bit and he needed some quiet time to think. Harry finally got up and left the room, emerging into the castle hallways through the pink lady portrait.
The truth was, Harry had not enjoyed his summer one bit. With Voldemort back, the Order was very busy, meaning he had only got letters from the Weasleys and Lupin about once a month. And there was another thing bothering Harry.
His godfather, Sirius Black. It just wasn't fair! I don't deserve this, Harry thought savagely. Why did everyone he cared about always have to die?!
Walking blindly down the hallways, deep in thought, Harry was brought back to full consciousness when suddenly he found himself lying flat on the cold castle floor.
"Excuse me?!"
Harry looked up to see an extremely pissed-off looking girl standing in front of him. Pretty good-looking too, he thought. The girl was wearing a blue and silver tie with an eagle on it, which informed the slightly dazed Harry that she was in Ravenclaw house. Her hair was black and curly, and fell down far past her shoulders in a tight plait.
"Hello? Do you SPEAK English?!" the girl practically yelled at Harry.
"Sorry, um, sorry about that, I, uh," Harry muttered.
Sighing heavily, the girl rolled her bright chestnut eyes at him. "Obviously not. It's alright, I guess. I'll forgive you for walking into me. I probably shouldn't have shouted at you. It's just, I've been having a rather stressful day. Please remember to look where you're going in future. "
She offered her hand to Harry, who took it and pulled himself upright. "I'm not having the most relaxing day either," he admitted.
The girl nodded. "Yeah, the weather isn't helping at all. Nasty cold rain. Oh, I'm Evelyn Lestrange."
Harry gaped at her. "Le-Lestrange?"
Evelyn raised a dark eyebrow. "Now you have hearing disabilities, as well as sight?"
Harry was very dazed. Lestrange? There was only one name in the world he hated more than that. *cough* Umbridge *cough*. Bellatrix Lestrange was the death eater who was responsible for Sirius' death! And now it looked like she had a daughter attending Hogwarts. Why had Harry never seen her before?
"Oh my gosh!" Evelyn was now the one staring. "You're Harry Potter! I didn't recognize you."
Harry was quite unsure of how to handle the situation. All he knew was that every time the word 'Lestrange' echoed in his head, he felt a burning anger and hatred.
" Harry Potter, eh?"
"What year are you in?" Harry asked coldly.
"Um, fifth," replied the Ravenclaw.
Ravenclaw? Now Harry was even MORE confused! How could a death eater's daughter get sorted into Ravenclaw?
Suddenly, Evelyn grabbed Harry's wrist and dragged him into an empty classroom off the hallway.
"Before you go and get all angry at me, there are few things I'd like to explain to you." Evelyn was looking strangely resigned, as if talking to Harry had been something she had long been putting off.
"Go on," Harry prompted, interested to find out what kind of excuse this girl had for being the daughter of death eaters.
"First of all," Evelyn began, "I would like to state that I hate Bellatrix Lestrange just as much as you do. And, secondly, I am also against Voldemort and all death eaters."
"But you're a death eater's daughter!" Harry pointed out intelligently (not).
"No, I'm not. The woman I live with, my guardian, Bellatrix Lestrange, is not my mother. Nor is her husband my father. Even though I have lived with the Lestranges all my life, they are not my parents. I swear."
"Then who are your parents?" Harry was curious now.
"I think you knew my father, although I made him promise not to talk to you about me."
"I knew your father?"
But the girl wasn't listening. A kind of haze had come over her eyes, and Evelyn looked far angrier than she had earlier, yet there were tears in her eyes. "I hate that bitch. And Bellatrix Black has the nerve to complain to ME about having her cousin's daughter dumped on her!" She ranted at a very taken back Harry. "So what do I do about all her complaining? I refuse to put up with it. And I tell her so. Then what does she do? Gets back at me. How? By getting rid of my father."
Tears were pouring freely down the girl's cheeks now. She shivered and whispered quietly so Harry could hardly hear her. "Poor Padfoot."
And Harry decided his day had just gotten MORE complicated. If that was possible.
Abruptly, the Ravenclaw girl turned and ran from the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall. Harry had only one choice . . .
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A/N: WOW. . . emotional. Heehee, cliffhanger. I promise more romance and some great humor in the next chapter. All you need to do is REVIEW. Did you get that? REVIEW OR DIE. Just kidding. ~Emery