2 year old Dylon Kendson stood at the memorial for her father. Her black hair blew around her face covering her eyes. Her tears flowed silently down her face as though ther was no end to them at all. She knew that she would find him. She would find that dirty filthy little traitor. Eventhough she was only two years old she still had a great deal of revenge in hre heart. But she had to move now. She couldnt stay here anymore she had to move. She must be going.
"Bye Daddy" Dylon wispered.
She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.
Dylon stood at the memorial to her fathers grave wearing a long black cloack with the hood up. Her once black hair was now a stormy grey that would probaly never change back even though she was a metamorphagus. Her eyes were once again misty and about ready to cry. She remembered very clearly what had happened almost 14 years ago. She had run out of the cemetary and run in to some people that got her thrown in Azkaban Prison. Yesterday she was finally freed hrom that hell hole only to discover that her father had not died when she was 2 years old but had actully been in Azkaban, escaped when she was 13, and had died just last June. now she regret even beliving the fact that he was dead. He wasn't really dead and she knew it. And all because of a spell that had been cast when he was still in Hogwarts. All she need now to do now was to activate the spell but in order she needed a former Marauder, herself, and the children of the other two. Only two former Marauders were still living; Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. She was, something her mother had kept from her, Sirius Black's daughter. Dylon also knew about James Potter son, Harry Potter. Now she needed either Lupin's kid or Pettigrew's kid. And things were aready turing out to be harder than expected.
A/N: Ha yes a cliffie ;D R&R Please oh Please (" )