Summary: It's the start of Harry's sixth year and just when he thinks he's getting over Sirius's death, a new girl appears in Hogwarts with the surname Black...but Sirius was the last Black, wasn't he?

A/N: This is my first fanfiction so I hope you like it... and I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. But I do own 'Shadow Black' and 'Raven Dark'

Chapter one: A Shadow over Hogwarts

Her eyes glided from the mirror to the Hogwarts letter on the ground. She was going straight into the sixth year. She had been home taught since now.
"Why now? Why now?" she muttered as she walked up and down her cold dark room. She looked at the mirror again.
"Father, grandfather, mother, why now?" she muttered and paced some more. Ice-cold tears ran down her cheeks.
"They'll discover who I am, yet, he is still requesting I go?" she muttered to the ceiling. "I guess he knows best," she sighed, picked up her back, pulled on her black cloaked and left. Walking, tears running down her cheeks, into the night.

"Ron, I never got the chance to ask you," Hermione said, tucking into the welcome feast in front of her, "why are Fred and George back?"
"Funny enough," Ron replied, glancing at Fred and George, "they wanted to come back! Something about being able to make more funny…"
"Ron! We can't let them do that! We're prefects!" Hermione raged.
As they started to bicker, Harry watched them with a broad grin on his face, happy that he was back. The summer was awful for him, all he could think about was Sirius and how he would never see him again…
"Welcome back to Hogwarts!" Dumbledore's voice boomed throughout the great hall, "Today, apart from many first years, we have a certain young lady joining us! She will be put straight into the sixth year as she has been home taught. Ms Black has been sorted into Gryffindor," with that, Dumbledore sat down and the hall erupted.
"I thought Sirius was the last Black!" Hermione whined.
"Yeah! Me too! Maybe…err…" Ron trailed off. Everyone was talking about this 'Ms Black', except Harry who was just sitting there, staring at his feet, in complete shock. After the opening meal, Dumbledore asked all the Gryffindor's to stay behind.
"Now then, Ms Shadow Black is very shy, so I expect you too welcome her with open arms," Dumbledore said, now standing at the end of the table. He made a gesture with his hands and the doors opened revelling a figure in a long black coat, her black hair over her face.
"Shadow" Dumbledore yelled caringly, "Come in"
The figure walked into the hall and up to Dumbledore. The figure then turned around and took off their long black coat to reveal a girl. She had long black hair, piercing blue eyes, a curvy body and pale skin.
Dumbledore then left and everyone stared from Shadow to Harry.
Eventually, Harry stood up walked over to Shadow, stretched out his hand and smiled, "Welcome to Hogwarts,"
"Thank you," Shadow muttered, pulling back her hair so only Harry could see her face. She smiled and he smiled back. There was an awkward silence and Shadow shuddered, causing some Zonko products to fall to the floor. Fred and George looked at each other, grinned and ran up to her.
"Hi!" they said in unison.
"I'm Fred, and –" Fred started.
"I'm George!" George finished.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," they said in unison again.
"Care to buy some Weasly wizard Wheezes?" Fred said. A grin spread of Shadow's face and she pushed her hair behind her ears. Harry stared at her, she looked so much like Sirius, but Sirius was dead, he had to find out how she was related to him.
"No thanks…but would you like one of these?" Shadow reached into one of her many pockets and took out a black velvet pouch; she opened it up and offered them one. Fred picked one first, it was a sweet; it was also a glowing neon pink. He exchanged looks with his brother and ate it. Within minutes all his hair had turned a bright pink and his skin was following suit. Everyone, except Harry and Shadow, was laughing their heads off.
"Where…" George giggled, "Did you…hehehe…get that?" he finally finished watching as his brother turned into something that resembled a pink feather duster.
"I didn't, I made it," she answered, simply. Her eyes glided over all the people staring at her "Oh," she added, "he might be pink for a few days," with that, she put the bag back into her pocket and started walking towards the great hall door.

A/N: Thanks for reading, please review!