Summer had finally come. Harry had experienced an extremely long and
painful year, thanks to the help of Dolores Umbridge. The bitch had made
the year at Hogwarts almost unbearable. It had been for Fred and George, at
least. But nevermind that, summer had arrived.
Although the happy thought of no school for three months stayed in front of Harry's mind, along with Ron, Hermione, and countless others, a darker thought of the face-to-face encounter of Voldemort burned a hole through the childrens minds, also. They had all had yet another close shave with death, because Harry had not listened, again. It seemed to be the same every year, Harry disobeying, causing a near death experience.
But as I said earlier, it didn't matter. They were all back at Number Twelve, Grimmuald Place, the Headquarters for the Order of the Pheonix. Times were pretty fun there, and were almost happy, exempting the fact that this was Sirius's old home and Sirius had just died, once again, credited to Harry.
Despite these awful facts, the trio, plus the tag-along Ginny was pretty happy. They helped in cleaning of the house and many other things. But the Order of the Pheonix members were certainly not the only people who decided that they now wanted to live at Number Twelve, Grimmuald Place. Because across an ocean, in America, there was the rightful heir to the estate.
Her name was Jacey Black. She had a dark past that she had tried to forget, with the aid of Auntie Heather. But luck always seemed to turn it's back on the now eighteen year old, for she was unaware that her father was murdered less than a month ago.
Since the young lady was oblivious to this fact, she decided that she was now going to go home and see her father and have a big, happy reunion. Because, Auntie Heather had also kept the fact that her father had been in Azkaban away from her because, the child had suffered enough trama at the age of three and still remembered most of it.
Jacey had decided that she was going to travel home during her last year of school at Lanson's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lanson was the magical school in America, and was a very grand school indeed. It was very similar to Hogwarts, and consisted of four houses, each with their own assorted mascots and colors.
So after Jacey graduated from Lanson, she came home and told Auntie Heather all about her plans. Heather's face turned pale and sort of frightened but the now adult Jacey would not take 'no' for an answer. She packed her things and decided against Apparation and Floo Powder because she wanted to see sights. So she went the muggle way, and only used magic when things got bad.
Two weeks later, she arrived in England. The foreign country fascinated the Americanized girl and it took her another week to see the sights that were long-forgotten in her memory, along with all of the other things that had happened to her in England.
Jacey Black tried to remember where her old house was and it eventually came to her. She walked down the street, with her head held high at the thought of once again seeing her father. When she arrived at Grimmuald Place, she was ecstatic. She could remember this street perfectly, and she couldn't wait to see her old home.
She would have started skipping on her way to Number Twelve if it hadn't been for the heavy trunk that she carried behind her. She arrived at the place where her house should be. All of the sudden, it popped out of nowhere and materialized in front of her eyes.
Inside of Number Twelve, it was nearly dinner time. People were hustling and bustling all about the house. That included a large number of people that were making their way downstairs. Harry was at the bottom, closely followed by Ron, Hermione, and Ginny when he heard the doorbell ring. Harry jumped off the last step and rushed to open the door, expecting to see a great member of the Order, whom he always enjoyed greeting.
Harry opened the door to discover a girl of about eighteen. She had dark, curly hair that went down to her waist. She had dark eyes that matched her hair. She wore robes of light pink that immensly complimented her dark features. As the door opened the girl smiled, expecting to see Kreacher, or her father. Instead she saw a boy.
Harry gawked. "Who are you?"
Jacey looked stunned but quickly recovered. "The greater question is who are you but if you must know, I am Jacey Black and I am home."
Although the happy thought of no school for three months stayed in front of Harry's mind, along with Ron, Hermione, and countless others, a darker thought of the face-to-face encounter of Voldemort burned a hole through the childrens minds, also. They had all had yet another close shave with death, because Harry had not listened, again. It seemed to be the same every year, Harry disobeying, causing a near death experience.
But as I said earlier, it didn't matter. They were all back at Number Twelve, Grimmuald Place, the Headquarters for the Order of the Pheonix. Times were pretty fun there, and were almost happy, exempting the fact that this was Sirius's old home and Sirius had just died, once again, credited to Harry.
Despite these awful facts, the trio, plus the tag-along Ginny was pretty happy. They helped in cleaning of the house and many other things. But the Order of the Pheonix members were certainly not the only people who decided that they now wanted to live at Number Twelve, Grimmuald Place. Because across an ocean, in America, there was the rightful heir to the estate.
Her name was Jacey Black. She had a dark past that she had tried to forget, with the aid of Auntie Heather. But luck always seemed to turn it's back on the now eighteen year old, for she was unaware that her father was murdered less than a month ago.
Since the young lady was oblivious to this fact, she decided that she was now going to go home and see her father and have a big, happy reunion. Because, Auntie Heather had also kept the fact that her father had been in Azkaban away from her because, the child had suffered enough trama at the age of three and still remembered most of it.
Jacey had decided that she was going to travel home during her last year of school at Lanson's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lanson was the magical school in America, and was a very grand school indeed. It was very similar to Hogwarts, and consisted of four houses, each with their own assorted mascots and colors.
So after Jacey graduated from Lanson, she came home and told Auntie Heather all about her plans. Heather's face turned pale and sort of frightened but the now adult Jacey would not take 'no' for an answer. She packed her things and decided against Apparation and Floo Powder because she wanted to see sights. So she went the muggle way, and only used magic when things got bad.
Two weeks later, she arrived in England. The foreign country fascinated the Americanized girl and it took her another week to see the sights that were long-forgotten in her memory, along with all of the other things that had happened to her in England.
Jacey Black tried to remember where her old house was and it eventually came to her. She walked down the street, with her head held high at the thought of once again seeing her father. When she arrived at Grimmuald Place, she was ecstatic. She could remember this street perfectly, and she couldn't wait to see her old home.
She would have started skipping on her way to Number Twelve if it hadn't been for the heavy trunk that she carried behind her. She arrived at the place where her house should be. All of the sudden, it popped out of nowhere and materialized in front of her eyes.
Inside of Number Twelve, it was nearly dinner time. People were hustling and bustling all about the house. That included a large number of people that were making their way downstairs. Harry was at the bottom, closely followed by Ron, Hermione, and Ginny when he heard the doorbell ring. Harry jumped off the last step and rushed to open the door, expecting to see a great member of the Order, whom he always enjoyed greeting.
Harry opened the door to discover a girl of about eighteen. She had dark, curly hair that went down to her waist. She had dark eyes that matched her hair. She wore robes of light pink that immensly complimented her dark features. As the door opened the girl smiled, expecting to see Kreacher, or her father. Instead she saw a boy.
Harry gawked. "Who are you?"
Jacey looked stunned but quickly recovered. "The greater question is who are you but if you must know, I am Jacey Black and I am home."