Okay, this is going to be my second HP fict. Hopefully it will work out better than my first one. The plot should be good, so stay tuned to find out more!

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Alanna Serina Dinsmore Black finished throwing the last of her things into a duffle bag she'd found at the bottom of her stuffed to the max closet, and slung the bag over her sholder after pulling on a light jacket.

Just two days ago, her mother had passed away, leaving her completely parentless. Talk had been going around that she was to be sent to her aunt and uncle's home, but she had no desire to live with such cold, cruel, creatures as the Malfoys. Even though her mother and father had never been married, she was still concidered their niece.

Slipping on her best sneakers, she opened her bedroom door, and stepped out, prepared to walk for a long while, or at least until she found a place to stay. Just maybe her father was still alive, though he'd have no idea about her being his daughter if he was. From snippets of conversation, she'd heard that he was an excaped convict from the wizarding prison Azkaban, put in jail in the first place because he'd comitted mass murder in front of muggles. Alanna couldn't believe her father would do such a thing, even though she'd never met him to guess if he would've or not.

She was almost out the front door, when some kind of bird swooped down and dropped a letter in her hands, before zooming away.

Shocked, she looked down at the neat emerald scrawl on the parchment. Yup, it was addressed to her alright, only it didn't include the last name she was forced to go by, but her true last name.

Quickly, she ripped open the letter, and scanned quickly over what it said:

Dear Alanna,

I've heard about your mother's death, and I send my deepest apologies. If you are in need of a place to go, below is a map, and the address of your father's home. Do not let anyone get a hold of the map. It is very important.

Drawn neatly below the letter was, as the annonomus person had said, a map, and the address of the place she was to go to. 12 Grimuald Place. Now, why did that sound familiar?

Shrugging, she tucked the letter/map into her jacket pocket, and started in the direction the map showed her. She couldn't help but feel a bit nervous though. She might possibly get the chance to see her father for the first time in her life...