The Black Children: Ch. 1!

This starts from 3 weeks after Dumbledore’s funeral in the end of “Harry Potter and the Half-Blooded Prince”. The characters are the Black Children (that’s what they call themselves), a talking yellow/green forest male dragon called Jura (pronounced as Jooraw), a talking male red tailed falcon (mix of hawk and falcon) called Ace, and an army of wizards that u’ll learn about later.

Dawn had shattered the darkness, and the sun shone brightly way beyondthe heavens, waking me up. I sat up to see my step-brothers, curled upin their blankets upon the forest floor.The trees rose high above my head, seeming to go on forever. The smell of the refreshing, morning air seeped onto my skin. I shoved off the covers as I sat up and checked on the fire.Apparently, someone forgot to put it out, but it faded away by itself. My dragon, Jura, and Ace, apparently went hunting and left a note, (thank god that they can write):

We went hunting for food for ourselves. We’ll find you around sunset tomorrow. Be careful. – Jura and Ace

I crumpled the note in my hand as I looked over the ashes and spotted my eldest step-brother, 19, Justynn, or Tynn Man, as we call him. His shoulder length, thin, light brown hair blew in the soft breeze that had arisen ((he kinda looks like Drake Bell, with light brown hair)). Tynn Man was always in a bad mood ever since the incident. But, I remember when he was always funny, happy, and always wanted to play Quiddich with us. Justynn has a Grape Vine Vine wand w/ a special type of mineral, (he won’t tell me) that is an off set white color, (I know, its kinda weird).

To my right, was my youngest step-brother, 10, Rico, was laying on his side, with hiscurly,ear-length, dark brown hairshinning. His tan skin reminded me of carmel. Rico was always a perfectionist in potions ((better than Hermione)), when Mom taught us our lessons. Thanks to Rico's idea for my mom to teach us, we all should've graduated at Wiz school, (if we ever went to one), when we would be 5. Rico has Pine wood wand w/ actual syrup that was a wood red! Yum!

Finally, to my left, curled up around the fire, was my twin, 16, Pablo, with his dark auburn, curly locks, ((he kinda looks like a auburn haired Nick Jonas, by the way)), and a bright smile on his face. I rarely see a smile on his face anymore. He is always so quiet, with a gloomy, depressedlook in his black eyes. But, he always told me everything, like how I always told him everything. He used to be an extremely social person! Besides, he was the smartest out of the 4 of us. He had a wand made out of that Willow tree bark and some lamb ear, which was kinda green, ((there is a plant called lamb ear that lives in my back yard. It’s so soft!)).

My brotherslooked very peaceful, but I certainly didn't feel as happy as they wereat all! The haunting memory from 3 months ago still rattled in my head, my mother,Carina,and step father, Mason, getting killed by the Dark Lord, whom was looking for me.

Why, though, would he, Lord Voldermort, be looking for me?

Simple really. It's because I havepart of his soul. Ya, the locket that his mother owned. And, because, if I went to the dark side...

I would kick some serious bad-boy-butt! And, I mean, since its all Voldermort's fault that I have my SCARS, (yes, that's supposed to be plural), on my demented, yellow righteye, (the iris part), and for my flesh-practically-ripped-apart hands, forming a 7 pointed scar on my left, and his sign on the right. It really sucked. Besides, I had to hide my hands and eye from the world, right?

Still, there were some good parts, like having some extreme power.

Tynn Man got up and just whistled to me and the boys. It was time to wake up, apparently, but, HA, I beat his schedule.

"Hey there, Maxima! Since you're up, why don't you just whip us up some breakfast, hmmm?" Tynn Man suggested in an annoying way.

Ya, that’s my name, Maxima Black. Max for short......
Oh shoot. Did I mention that I was Sirius Black's daughter?
Ok then, that’s a no. But while we're at it, I’ll describe myself.

Well, I have curly, waist length, dark auburn hair with fair skin and deep black eyes. I hate Harry Potter, because it’s HIS entire fault for the situation that Daddy is in… hopefully, now in a grave yard. For clothes, I have a blue and black, silky/cotton, thick materiel gloves that covered my palm and my metacarpals. I also had the swept-to-the-right-side bangs look, to cover my eye. Just to match, I also wore a blue top with stains and rips (not many though), extremely, dark navy blue pants that practically looked black from the dirt, stains, est. and some awesome black and white "Airwalk" shoes that I “bought”. But, I really did get my own wand also. All of our wands were made by our parents. My wand has Oak and Apple tree bark.

“Of course…” I smirked. “What ever you want Justynn.” I whipped out my wand and cast a food spell in my head to give us… chocolate chip cookies! (Our family makes up our own spells).

“YUMMY! Gimme, gimme, GIMME!” Rico raced over to me and was at his knees, begging. He loves sugar, as you can tell.

“NO, NO, AND NO!” Justynn argued. “NOT AGAIN, MAX! Something healthier, please!”

“What ever.” I replied as I turned the cookies into apples, grapes, bananas, and cereal all on one tray. We ate away as Pablo woke up and as I told them where Jura and Ace went. Pablo yawned as he reached for 3 apples. After 2 hours, we were all packed up, and to continue towards Hogwarts, or what ever it was called, where Dumbledore could give us some answers. Besides, he might be able to help us find our godparents.

“Ok, how should we get there today: fly, use a Transfiguration spell, or walk?” I asked.

They just looked at me, and I immediately knew the answer.

As you may know, my dad could transform into a dog/wolf thing…right? Well, I was born with that ability naturally, but my brothers have to use spells in order to do so. But, we usually go for a very small pack of wolves. Rico would be a black/brown wolf cub with green eyes, Pablo would be a brown/white wolf with icy blue eyes, Tynn Man would be a black/white wolf (though the biggest) w/ black eyes, and I would be a pure white/a small bit of silver wolf w/ yellow eyes.

At the speed of light, we ran quickly threw the forest. The breeze ran threw my fur, millions of trees passing by us as we ran west. I finally forgot about my bad past as we ran for what seemed like forever…

… Until we stopped at the sight of Hogwarts.

This was it. The Hogwarts I’ve heard about for years to come. Where my mother and father met, where my father met James Potter, where Mum met Lilly, Potters mom. I gasped at how beautiful it looked when the sun shone brightly upon Hogwarts.

“Ok, let’s split up. Max, you go up by Hogwarts to find Dumbledore. Rico and Pablo, you go towards –”

Before he could finish, we all went our ways, NOT listening to him. An hour went by when I heard Rico calling out for us, slightly loud.

“What is it, Rico?” I asked.

“Its, its, its…”

Oh. My. Gosh.

I was looking at someone’s grave. Dumbledore’s grave.

Tears filled up in my eyes as I looked at the date that Dumbledore died.

It was only 3 weeks ago. We could’ve saved him if we knew what was going to happen. Below the dates though, was:

To a man of great power, and respect. He died to save our Harry Potter. Bless Albus Dumbledore for his great duties. May he rest in peace.

POTTER! Why did Albus died for HIM! Albus Dumbledore was the only one that knew of me and my brother’s existents.

I sobbed onto Pablo’s shoulder as he stroked my hair. We were all around Dumbledore’s grave, in our normal forms. I stopped when I heard a voice from behind us.

“Who goes there?!”

When I turned around, I saw…