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"That was my brother, Regulus. He was a Death Eater."

With that, Sirius left. Harry found his way upstairs and caught sight of Madam Pomfrey leaving a room. He asked if he could sit with the girl. She told him it would be fine but to get some rest.

Screams woke the entire house. Harry jumped out of the chair he had been sitting in and went to the bed. The girl caught sight of him and went silent.

"Where am I?"

"You passed out so I brought you to a safe place. Those men won't find you here."

The door banged open and a small army of wizards and witches ran into the room with their wands drawn. Harry stepped in front of the girl and the wands were lowered. Her hands clenched the bedcovers as she stared at the newcomers.

"Harry, when did you get here?" Ron Weasley, one of his best friends, asked.

"Late. Someone needs to contact Madam Pomfrey and tell her she's awake," he answered, before turning back to the girl. "I'm Harry and these are my friends."

"I'm Pyx. It's short of Pyxis. Mum told me it was because my dad's family had a constellation fixation and she wanted something unique."

"What do you know about your father?" Sirius asked, hidden in the back of the group.

"Mum told me his name was Reg and he died shortly before I was born. The message said he was killed."

"Why did the message say so called grandmother?" Harry asked.

"She's not my biological grandmother. Gran-mum took Mum in when she was pregnant. She had me when she was 16 and needed help. That's all I know. Mum and Gran-mum didn't like to talk about the past."

Madam Pomfrey came and pushed everyone out. Since Pyx hadn't been told about magic yet, she was examined physically. Besides being hungry and a bit wiped out, she was fine. Madam Pomfrey left her to change. Albus Dumbledore was waiting in the hallway.

"How is she?" he asked.

"Relatively normal. I can sense the magic that surrounds her. Albus, will you be the one to tell her or is Sirius?"

"Being that he is her uncle, he has the right. If he's not up for it, then I will step in. Please bring her down to the kitchen. Sirius has ordered Kreacher to stay away and Molly's been cooking."

Dumbledore headed downstairs. Everyone was changed and eager to meet Pyx again. She came down a few minutes later with the medi-witch. Harry went up to her and took her hand to pull her into the kitchen.

"I'll go around the table and introduce you. That's Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Remus, Tonks, George, Fred, Professor Dumbledore, and you know Madam Pomfrey. Where's Sirius?" he said.

"I'm right here, Harry."

Pyx and Harry turned to another doorway and caught sight of the Marauder. She dropped Harry's hand and stepped forward but stopped after a few steps. Her eyes were looking over Sirius.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Sirius Black. Regulus…Reg was my brother."

"Mum never mentioned that he had family. I don't know if she had any family. It must be a small world that the boy I ran into knows my uncle," she replied, straightening out her hair and her shirt.

"I kinda recognized the portrait," Harry offered.

"Please sit down, Ms…" Dumbledore said.

"Malloy."

"That sounds a lot like Malfoy," Ron stammered.

Mrs. Weasley tisked him as she brought breakfast over to the table. Pyx dug in and helped herself to a cup of coffee. They watched as she dumped nearly half of the sugar bowl into the cup.

"You never want to see me without my first cup of coffee," she joked. "So do you all live here?"

"No. This is my house and my friends tend to visit during the summer. Harry is my godson and will hopefully be spending the rest of the vacation with me. So tell us about yourself. You must be 16."

"Yeah. Not much to tell. Grew up with Mum and Gran-mum. They died six months ago in what I thought was a carbon dioxide thing but the message said they were killed. How could they be killed without some kind of evidence? The police said it was like their hearts just stopped."

"Is there anything special about you?"

"Nope except for my super ability to remember things. My earliest memory was from when I was like one. I threw my teddy bear across the room without touching it. Mum saw and was sad. It never happened again."

"Everyone in this room can do magic. What you did to your toy was magic. It was then bound until last night," Sirius said bluntly.

"Don't just spring it on her like that," Mrs. Weasley chided.

"Magic as in fairytales or magic like pull a rabbit out of a hat?"

"Fairytales. Some are born with the ability. We go to school to learn how to focus it and learn spells," Hermione said.

"Was it a spell that killed my family?"

"Yes," Sirius replied.

"Teach it to me so I can kill the bastards responsible," Pyx seethed.

"Using that curse is no joking matter, Ms. Malloy," Dumbledore said.

"I'm not joking. I will kill the person responsible for the death of my parents and my grandmother. I'll do it with magic or without but it will happen," she promised.

The air began crackling with magic. Harry looked at the girl beside him and saw a faint glow to her.

"Pyx, calm down. You're not controlling your magic and it can hurt us," he said.

She calmed and the silverware stopped rattling. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess I need to learn. Anybody have a 'How To Use Magic' book I can read?" she joked.

"She's just like Hermione," Ron said.

Hermione smacked his arm and took Pyx upstairs. The other teens followed while the adults had a talk.

"What have you been doing, living on your own? The courts didn't put you in an orphanage or anything?"

"I paid my neighbor to pose as my dad. If the social worker stopped by when he wasn't there, I said he was out. It was quite easy. Doesn't really matter though. Those men know where I live and I can't go back there. Although all my stuff is there."

"We brought some stuff last night. I have to get my stuff and I'm sure we can go back to get the rest of your stuff afterwards," Harry said.

"You're taking this in like it's a daily occurrence. When I found out, I was ecstatic. I spent the next week reading the book Professor McGonagall brought me," Hermione said, digging out her copy of Hogwarts: A History.

"Deep down I always believed there was something else out there. I can remember trying to convince my class that there were unicorns and pixies when I was 12. Magic just seems to explain it all. Magic is what destroyed my family and it'll be magic who kills them."

"You almost sound like a Death Eater."

"Ronald. He didn't mean that, Pyx. Those men who've been watching you were Death Eaters. There's a war going on in our world. There are 3 types of wizards and witches: purebloods, who only have magical ancestors; half bloods, who has one magical and one Muggle parent; and Muggleborns, who don't have any magical relatives. The Weasleys and Sirius are purebloods. Harry is a half blood and I'm a Muggleborn," Hermione explained.

"Death Eaters tend to be purebloods who believe that no one but themselves are worthy of doing magic. They despise Muggleborns and wish to use Muggles as slaves."

"What exactly are Muggles?" Pyx asked.

"Non magical people. I thought you were a Muggle at first. Death Eaters like to torment them," Harry explained.

"Why did they call me a blood traitor?"

"That's what they call purebloods who don't believe in their ideology. Even though we're purebloods, we believe that everyone deserves a chance to do magic," Ginny said.

"So for me to be a blood traitor, I have to be a pureblood, which means both my parents were purebloods. You say Sirius is a pureblood so that means Dad was too. But Mum couldn't have been. I would have remembered her doing magic."

"Not unless she was hiding," a twin said.

"Your dad was a Death Eater. Maybe after he died, she got scared and ran to the Muggle world. Did you ever see something weird, like a wand or a set of robes?"

"I found a white stick with a handle but Mum caught me before I could touch it. She told me it was dangerous and then she hid it."

"That would have been her wand."

"Why do you think they came after her after all these years? It's not like any Death Eaters live or work in the Muggle world," Ginny said.

"Mum was spooked by something. A week before she died, we had been shopping and halfway through, she got pale and demanded that we go home. I looked and a man was staring at us. His hair was so blond, it was almost white."

"That's Lucius Malfoy. He's a nasty wizard. He might have recognized your mum," Fred said.

"He couldn't have. She dyed her hair black. I saw her once with her natural color and she looked completely different."

There was a knock on the door. It was Mrs. Weasley, coming to tell Pyx and Harry that they were going to collect their things. The others had to stay there. Tonks, Kingsley, and Remus were going to accompany them. Harry asked about how they were going to travel.

"Side along apparating. It'll be quicker. We'll go to Harry's first and then to Pyx's."

Harry grabbed onto Remus' arm and Pyx took Tonks's. She didn't know what they were talking about but hoped that they knew what they were doing. An instant later, they were standing in the backyard of a little house. Pyx hated the squeezing feeling she just had. She dropped contact with Tonks and fell to her knees.

"You OK?"

"Don't ever do that again," she pleaded.

Harry led them into the house, glad that no one was home. His relatives hadn't even checked to see if he was there; they had just locked his bedroom door from the outside out of habit. Tonks unlocked it and Harry threw his stuff into his trunk. Pyx went over to the owl and petted her through the bars. It nipped at her finger lightly and hooted.

"That's Hedwig. You can let her out. She'll be able to find us."

When he was done, the 5 of them headed downstairs, only to run into his relatives.

"Boy, what do you think you're doing?" Vernon Dursley said.

"I'm going to spend the rest of the summer with my godfather. You know that escaped murderer I told you about. He didn't like knowing that you lock me in my room, Uncle Vernon."

"But that's what you do with freaks," the other boy said.

Pyx smirked and punched Dudley in the nose. Blood started to gush from his broken nose. She stood over him, his hand covered in his blood and his mother at his side.

"We're not freaks."

"Let's go," Remus said.

Even though she was going to be squeezed again, Pyx was glad to leave. Harry's relatives weren't the best people to be around. A second later, she was standing in her flat. The shimmery writing was still on the wall. She walked past it into her room.

"How am I going to pack all this? Gran-mum owned the flat so it's technically mine but I don't want to come back here."

"We'll shrink it and take it back to Grimmauld."

"Ah, sure. There's a couple of things I need from the other rooms."

Pyx went around collecting things she wanted to keep. Her grandmother had this soft blanket that she loved and she wanted the photo albums. She had already gotten rid of their clothes after they had died. Anything else was unimportant so it was left.

The adults had her things shrunk and stored in a small box. Remus had gotten rid of the writing and it looked like everything was OK, almost back to normal. Pyx went over to the desk and grabbed a folder. As she tried to push the drawer back in, something fell. It rolled and stopped near Harry's feet.

He picked it up and handed it back. It was her mother's wand. The white wood made her hand tingle. She turned it around and took a hold of the handle. The tip started to glow ice blue.

"The same color of my eyes."

"The same color that you glowed last night before passing out," Harry pointed out.

Pyx stuck the wand into her pocket and said that she was almost finished. She left the flat and went next door. Harry went with her while the others watched. Pyx knocked on the door and waited. A man with short black hair answered. He saw Pyx and pulled her in for a hug.

"You alright? I tried coming over last night but you weren't home."

"I worked late and then I ran into someone. Danny, this is Harry, my cousin. Turns out Dad had a brother. He's asked me to stay with them for awhile."

"Are you sure it's alright? I thought I heard noises coming from your flat yesterday."

"I'll be fine, Danny. Keep an eye on the place. If I'm going to stay long term, I'll let you know. And since you're my boss, consider this my resignation."

Pyx hugged the man and turned to leave. Danny caught Harry's arm and held him back for a second.

"Keep an eye on her. She hasn't been the same since Adele and Lucy died."

"I will. She's family."

They were waiting for him on the stoop. They went around to the side of the building where they apparated to the park across the street from Grimmauld Place. Remus gave Pyx a slip of paper and she memorized the address. The building shifted and they entered the house. They were bombarded by someone yelling.

"Blood traitors in my home. Disgrace to the family. I only had one proper son."

"That's Mrs. Black. Don't mind her," Harry said as Sirius went to shut the curtains over her portrait.

"Do all portraits speak as if they're alive?"

"They have to be charmed to but it's possible."

"If only Dad's portrait wasn't destroyed."

Pyx took the box that Tonks held and went upstairs. Harry looked at Remus and followed her up. She was sitting on the bed, looking at the wand. Harry sat beside her.

"I didn't know I was a wizard until my 11th birthday. My aunt and uncle told me that my parents were killed in a car crash. The man behind the war was the one to kill them. Since finding out, my life's never been boring. I've made great friends and met enemies. I met the man who's responsible for giving up my parents. I've seen a friend die. I know what it's like to have your life turned upside down."

"Are all wands the same?" she asked.

Harry pulled his out and showed her.

"No. There's different types of woods and different things that are used for its core. My wand is made out of holly and a phoenix feather. I tried a bunch of wands before this one chose me. I think the way your mum's wand glowed, it chose you."

"But I don't know any magic. You're years ahead of me. I'll never get caught up. Why even bother? Those Death guys killed one of their own and took out my mum who knew magic. I don't stand a chance."

"No daughter of mine would ever talk like that," a voice said from the doorway.