16 year old Belle Black woke up, turned over and groaned. Her alarm clock buzzed noisily in her ear. She had chosen her favourite song for the alarm, hoping it would help her get up easier, but all that happened was it made her hate that song.

"Belle, sweetie!" Aunt Hallie shook her softly.

"Okay, okay, I'm getting up." laughed Belle, pushing back her 'Chudley Cannons' blanket and getting to her feet.

"You have... ten minutes to get ready until we have to pack to move house." Hallie warned, walking out of the room.

They moved house at least once a month. They didn't even know if Death Eaters were still after them, but if there were any Voldemort- related attacks nearby they'd move. They were currently living in England, instead of America, but Belle still had an American accent even though they'd been in England for nearly two years.

Belle found a pair of jeans and a pink t-shirt and shoved them on. She ran a hairbrush through her long wavy black hair. It was curly and thick, not unlike Sirius's. Infact she looked a lot like Sirius (before he went to Azkaban), except her lips, they were like her mother's, dark and plump. Belle hated her hair, it was way too thick and unruly for her liking. She rummaged through her make-up bag for something to improve her looks. She didn't think she was very pretty, but she was. Plenty of boys were crazy about her, but she'd never had a real boyfriend because she moved too much. She took a blue-black eyeliner pencil from her bag, and applied it to her deep dark brown eyes. They were her mother's too, that and her lips were her only differences to Sirius, except the fact she was a girl, and she was a lot like . Aunt Hallie sometimes described her eyes as 'puppy dog eyes.' Belle took her wand (twelve inch, mandrake root) from her dressing table and stuffed it in her pocket. There wasn't much use of having a wand, seeing as she was underage, but it did protect her. She'd had lots of training of magic before her parents had been killed, at a small school called Pigpimples (lol). She was talented, and she had been to a few magic schools since her parent's death, just to brush up on her skills. Belle put a touch of blush over the lightnig shaped scar on her arm. Yes, that was where the killing curse had been directed.

Fluffing up her hair for the final time, she skipped into the kitchen.

"What's for brekkie, I'm starving!" she groaned, sitting at the table opposite her Aunt.

"Well I was thinking some... butterbeer," started Aunt Hallie, pointing her wand at the table, and making it magically appear, "and... some pork roast." she finished, making it appear next to the butterbeer.

"Yum." commented Belle.

"Before we move today, I have a few things I have to clear up at work." Aunt Hallie told Belle.

"Okay."

Aunt Hallie worked as a gardener at the Quidditch World Cup grounds in England.

"There's a couple of mandrakes growing on the pitch, and it's really annoying for the teams practising." Aunt Hallie explained.

Harry arrived at The Burrow on the 16th August. Harry, Ron and Hermione weren't going back to school that year, they were going to Godric's Hollow sometime in September.

"Hey!" Ron greeted, opening the door for Harry.

"Mum's been frantic, wondering when you'll turn up. She has so much on her plate, what with Bill and Fleur's wedding in a few days." Ron explained.

"Oh, Harry, dear, hello, good morning!" gushed Mrs Weasley.

"Good morning, Mrs Weasley." Harry greeted.

"The wedding's in a few days, so much to arrange, so many things to do." she said quickly, before disappearing into the kitchen to put the finishing touches on the wedding cake.

"Don't take it personally, she's been like that for days." Ron explained.

"She's making the wedding cake herself?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, we all wanted her to just buy one, but she says they're too expensive and it's better to make it herself. 'More personal' were her words, I believe." Ron said darkly.

Harry grinned.

"Harry!" squealed two female voices from the stairs.

Ginny and Hermione raced down the stairs and took it in turns to hug Harry.

"I've missed you." Hermione breathed in his ear.

"I've missed you, too." he replied.

Harry could tell by the look on Ginny's face she was jealous.

"Ginny, I love you." was all he needed to say.

Ginny blushed.

"But you know we can't be together, because of Voldemort. I can't be with anyone. That's the bad side of what I'm setting out to do, but when I kill Voldemort, and I don't know when that will be, we can be together." Harry promised.

"I love you too, Harry. But I might see other people, if you're gone for too long. I'll never stop loving you, but I can't put my whole life on hold for you." Ginny said softly.

"Do what makes you happy, Ginny."

Hermione was the one who was jealous now.

"Let's not talk about all that serious stuff now, we have about a month together, all of us, so let's make the most of it." Harry added, looking closely at Hermione.

"Harry, do you want me to help you unpack?" she asked.

"Okay." he said simply, dragging his trunk upstairs.

"So... how are you?" Harry asked.

"Oh I'm okay. What about you? Were the Dursleys nice?" Hermione asked.

"No." Harry said truthfully. "But nicer than usual, I suppose."

"Right." Hermione answered.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, before... with Ginny, you seemed like... jealous or something."

"Jealous? Of my best friend and his true love? You got it wrong, I'm happy for you and Ginny." Hermione said, blushing slightly.

"So you have no feelings for me?" Harry asked, as they got into Ron's room and began unpacking.

"Well..." Hermione started.

Fred and George burst into the room.
"Hello Harry-" Fred started

"Nice summer?" George finished.

"I guess." Harry answered.

"Business is doing great, we are forever in debt to you from the starting money you gave us." Fred reported.

"What money?" Hermione asked, confused.

"Oh, I gave them a few galleons at the start, that's all." Harry lied.

"He gave us his triwizard cup winnings." George said over top of him.

"Oh my God, I wondered what you spent that on." Hermione gasped.

"Look, Mione, it's no big deal right."

"Does your Mum know?" Hermione asked.

"No, and she never will." Fred said darkly.

"Okay, okay."

Fred and George left the room.

"Well that kinda ruined the moment." Harry said grinning.

Belle sat at home packing.

A knock came at the door. She glanced out the window to see who it was, as her aunt wasn't due back for a while.

It was a business man, very official looking.

She answered it timidly.

"Belle Leah Black?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's me." she said softly.

"Well I have some terrible news for you. It's your Aunt, she's dead."

((Well it's short, but I'm not going to waste my time writing a story no-one is going to read, so please review and then I'll update! Please review, I will be soooooooo thankful:)