I know I posted another chapter earlier today but I'm bored and sense I love you all so much, I decided to do this. Right now I'm listening to Les Poissons from The Little Mermaid, this song is surprisingly dark for a children's movie. But you don't care about little mermaid you care about Harry Potter. I finally realized I'm not putting the disclaimer on. Do guys know what else I'm missing? REVIEWS! No but Siriusly reviews would be awesome! Also my word is messing EVERYTHING UP!

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Suri

Life at Grimmauld Place was great. I was allowed to do anything I wanted as long as I didn't say Sirius was my dad, because of the whole being hunted by muggles and wizards a like thing, blow anything up, and didn't get arrested. So I wandered around muggle London, and occasionally went to The Leaky Cauldron to see the Wizarding World. Sirius gave me the key to our vault and told me not to go overboard. The first day I withdrew a small amount of money, with quite a few looks mind you. But hey business was business and they should be glad to have some.

Anyway, I was walking around Diagon Alley when I accidently ran into someone.

"Oh sorry." I said, trying to move on, but the man held be by the arm and pushed me up against one of the buildings.

"Watch where you're going girl." He hissed at me. His hair was almost as long as mine, but instead of pitch black, his was platinum blond, his grey eyes were glaring at me.

"I said I was sorry." I told him hotly, looking him in the eye. "Now let me go." I shook my arm loose from his grip. I was about to walk around him when his mini-me popped out from behind him, and held me back against the wall.

"Looky her." I said. "You got a mini-me!" He glared at me.

"Blood status?" The, what I could only assume, father growled. I remembered what Kreacher said. I was a half-blood whatever that was, then I remembered what my mother said. You are just like your father. My father was a cheeky, sarcastic man. Cheek, sarcasm, laziness, loyalty, and fighting were what made me American. I was not going to give up an opportunity to prove it.

"O positive. Oh you mean blood status not blood type. I'm a half-blood." I said drawing out the syllables, so I sounded unmistakably American. The boy almost let me go in surprise. Almost.

"You're American." He said blankly.

"No shit Sherlock, lemme go." I said squirming. I was almost out of his grasp too, when his father whispered something in his ear, and held on tighter.

"What is your name half-blood?" The older man hissed again. He made a mistake, I never go down without a fight.

"You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine." I taunted. I didn't think he'd do it.

"My name is Lucius Malfoy, and this is my Son Draco," he held out an arm and a blond woman slid into his arms. "This is my wife, Narcissa." Draco let me go and slid back to be in family portrait position with his parents. I smiled sweetly.

"I'm Suri. Suri Black." Then I bolted, but not before seeing the shocked looks on their faces. I ran straight back to the wall separating Diagon Alley from The Leaky Cauldron, I tapped the wall and slid into the back of the pub.

"Alright there miss?" the bartender asked.

"Yeah, 'm fine." I muttered. Then I walked into the bright light of the London streets. I wandered aimlessly until dusk, until I finally decided it was time to go home. I don't expect a lot of things, one of them are people in Grimmauld Place. But that's what I got.

"Here she is!" Sirius yelled happily when I walked into the kitchen, there were about twenty people, one of them was Dumbledore, and six had red hair.

"What's going on?" I asked him shyly.

"Welcome to the headquarters of The Order Of The Phoenix." Sirius said smiling.

"The what of the what of the what?" I asked him. That made people laugh.

"The Headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix." He said again slowly.

"And this Order thing does what exactly?" I said turning to Dumbledore.

"We are devoted to fighting and defeating Voldemort." Dumbledore explained.

"The bad guy?"

"The bad guy." He agreed. One of the red heads came to me. She was older, a little plump and very kind looking.

"Why don't you go upstairs with Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Hermione?" She suggested sweetly.

"Yeah, uh, okay. Follow me, I guess." I said to the people she pointed out. We were about to go up the second set of stairs when I remembered the portrait.

"Be real quite 'round that 'kay? If you're not, it screams." I warned as we tip-toes up the stairs when we were at the top, one of the boys asked

"What is it a picture of?"

"Walburga Black, Sirius mom." I answered, as I opened the door to my room. We all went inside. I watched them gape at my room. I had to cover the grey silk wallpaper with something, and that something was posters. I had band posters, and sports posters, I even had a couple of movie posters.

"You Like?" I asked sitting on my bed. The brown haired girl frowned.

"You have no pictures." She told me.

"Thank you Captain Obvious." The others snorted "What am I supposed to have pictures of exactly?"

"Friends, Family?" she suggested.

"Don't have any friends, don't have a lotta a family, don't have a lotta pictures." I retorted. "What's your name?"

"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger." She extended her arm and I shook her hand. And the rest of y'all?" I asked glancing at the red-heads.

"We" said two of them " are Fred and George Weasley."

"And how am I supposed to tell you two apart?" I inquired.

"I am Fred." One volunteered, he was telling the truth. "That means I'm George." The other chimed in I knew the best way to tell them apart. I studied both their faces for a little bit.

"Switch yourselves around." I demanded, closing my eyes. After thirty seconds, I opened my eyes. I studied them again.

"You're George." I said delighted pointing to one. "So you're Fred." The other boy gawked.

"Brilliant!" he yelped. "I'm related to them, and even I can't do that! Even mum can't do that, and that's their mother!" I giggled.

"And, you are?" I prompted.

"Sorry." He grinned sheepishly. "I'm Ron Weasley."

"Nice to meet you." The last girl came and sat down next to me.

"I'm Ginny. I suppose you can guess my last name. But you haven't told us who you are."

"My name is Suri." I announced. "Suri Black." Ron's jaw dropped, and Hermione looked shocked.

"Like Sirius, are you Sirius' daughter?" she asked fervently. I nodded, Ron's eyes bugged, wow. I wonder what he would be like if he was really surprised.

"So Weasleys, Granger," I said business like. "What can you tell me about Voldemort, The Order of the Phoenix and Harry Potter."

Hahahahaha! So there is chapter 8. I'm going to let you in on a little secret… the Malfoys become VERY important. Hope you enjoyed. And now that I have done you that incredible kindness I need you to REVIEW! IF I HAVE NO REVIEWS! I HAVE NO REASON TO LIVE, AND THERE FORE NO REASON TO WRITE *GASP*. No But Siriusly, REVIEW!