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Despite going to bed late Hermione got up early. She glanced over at Anastasia who was in a deep sleep. Hermione threw on some sweats and headed downstairs for breakfast. To her surprise she found Harry and Ron downstairs already seated at a table. She sat down with them, exchanging "Good mornings".

"Where's Anastasia?" Harry questioned.

"Still sleeping." Hermione replied.

"She looks awfully familiar." Harry commented

"Ya, it's like I've seen her before." Ron added

"You don't know the half of it." Hermione added.

"Fill us in then." Harry said, poking his breakfast with his fork.

"Well, last night I was telling her about you, Harry. It was weird, for starters she knew about Voldermort, which is something that could usually be overlooked but not this time. But the strangest thing happened when I mentioned Sirius, in the context of your parents' death. She made this weird gasp like sound, that she claimed was hiccups, but it wasn't. To top it all off, on her trunk is her family crest, the Black family crest. I know I've seen it before."

Harry and Ron stared at her speechless. "Are you saying that she's RELATED to Sirius?" Harry asked.

"She certainly looks like him." Ron added.

"I'm thinking she's related to him, but I'm not a hundred percent sure, more like eighty-five percent." Hermione said smiling.

"We have to ask her, we have to find out. Do you think Sirius knows about her?" Harry said.

"Wait, Harry. We can't exactly go up to her and ask her if she knows Sirius." Hermione replied cautiously. "Why don't you ask Sirius, send him an owl. Go get Hedwig."

Harry didn't need telling twice in no time he was back down stairs with Hedwig and a piece of parchment. He started to write as Ron and Hermione looked over his shoulder. They finally all agreed on what to say:

Sirius,
I was wondering if you happened to have a relative named Anastasia Black. She's coming to Hogwarts as a 6th year. The similarities between the two of you are shocking. Let me know soon!
Harry

Hedwig flew quickly out the window.

Not far away, at number 12 Grimmuald Place Sirius Black untied a letter from his godson from and owl's leg. As he read the letter he felt his blood pressure rising.

"Lupin," Sirius called his best friend, "get down here."

"Sirius what's the matter!" His friend asked, panting slightly.

"Read this." Sirius said pushing the letter toward Lupin.

"Well, this is interesting I suppose, but why are you so worked up about it?

"I've seen that name before; when I was cleaning out this damn house I saw something with that name on it. I don't remember what but I know that name." Sirius said turning the letter over in his hands.

"Well, you seem pretty sure that this girl has something to do with your family. Is there anyone who would know something about a Black attending Hogwarts?"

The two men looked at each other for a moment, "Dumbledore!" They said in unison. Sirius quickly found parchment and wrote a letter to Dumbledore inquiring about this mysterious Black.

Not long later, and many miles away at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster Albus Dumbledore opened a letter from Sirius Black. He sighed after reading the letter. He had known Harry, Ron, or Hermione would have suspected a connection between the two Blacks but he never thought it would have been this soon. He pondered his options as he stared out the window. Eventually he came to the only fair decision; Sirius had every right to know. From there it was Sirius' and Anastasia's decision about who should know. He took out his wand and appereated to number 12 Grimmuald Place.