I dont own Harry Potter, if i did i would be so rich haha...i'm not.

I hope you like this. I had books on my mind so i decided to give it a shot. My sister, Ericka, is helping me with it. It is a team effort!

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btw, I hate planes too, those stupid muggle contractions.... been on way too many which happened when your parents dont live anywhere near each other.

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My extended Family is weird!

Chapter One:

Skye Sirius White

She hated planes. Oh how she hated the muggle contraptions. She would rather be flying her Firebolt than be sitting in a chair….inside metal tubes….flying hundreds of feet off the ground….that could hurdle to the ground at any moment. Ugh! She shuddered at the thought of that. She kept her self busy by reading the Daily Prophet, the same prophet that she had ordered specifically from England. As she was reading the prophet, all she could think about was her home, Washington D.C. Yes, she came from the states, Skye White had lived in America almost all her life, but she just wasn't born there. She was actually born in London, England, and that's exactly where she was going.

Skye had uncommonly brownish/blackish hair that fell in ringlets down to her mid-back. She stood at about 5'4" with an athletic build thanks to many hours of Quidditch. What really stood out about her were her eyes, which were a nice shade of blue-gray that often change colors between the two as her mood changed.

As she skimmed through the Daily Prophet, she saw some…..interesting?….things that were happening in England. Mary Witch invents new potion…..Booorring!….New broom in the market: the Firebolt!….Have it!! What else?….Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban!!!….That seems irreleve– wait…..WHAT?!?!?! It wasn't everyday that someone broke out of Azkaban; in fact, no one has ever escaped from the wizard jail before. She flipped through the pages of the prophet as fast as she could.

BLACK STILL AT LARGE

Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. "We are doing all we can to recapture Black," said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, "and we beg the magical community to remain calm." Fudge has been criticized by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis.

"Well, really, I had to, don't you know," said an irritable Fudge. "Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Minister's assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black's true identity to anyone. And let's face it — who'd believe him if he did?"

While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.

Skye kept rereading the article over and over again, she couldn't believe her eyes. How could he escaped?! What the hell is going on?! I really need to talk to Uncle Lupin about this. These thoughts kept going through her head, an escaped criminal! In London! That's where I'm going!….I'm going to die…..Not just from Black, but from this stupid muggle plane!! She was a bit over the top. The plane had jerked forward, indicating that the plane was landing, making Skye a bit more nervous. Why couldn't he just use the floo network to come get me! I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. This Remus fellow better run for the hills. Skye wasn't a happy camper when she was irritated….. or mad, and people better not get in her path or they would probably wind up in St. Mungo's.

The plane reached the gate and the people slowly got off. Skye was never the patient type and was cursing mentally as she waited for her turn to get off the stupid muggle contraption. She didn't understand why muggles moved so slowly. She picked up her bag and moved slowly down the narrow aisle. Why are things so compact? She cursed under her breath. She hated when she was packed in.

She moved through the crowded muggle airport. She hated crowded places and the whole lack of space. She liked wide-opened places, which sort of explains Quidditch. She followed the signs through the terminal to the luggage pick-up. And to her displeasure, there was more waiting. O, how she hated waiting for things. She so wished she could use magic to get her items and be done with it. However, in England she wasn't allowed to use magic under the age of seventeen. So stupid. In the U.S., it was up to the parents when the child was allowed to use magic out side of school.

She took the steps, since she was kind of in a hurry. She didn't want to wait behind some muggle. She was a very impatient person indeed. She took a deep breath when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She followed the signs to the luggage area. It didn't take long for her to spot Remus, a man with graying light brown hair. His attire consisted of a wrinkled blue dress shirt with matching trousers, equally wrinkled. His shoes, which once was a nice shade of black, were now a dull gray. Overall, he looked like a begger on the street.

Skye had to make sure that the man that she was looking at was actually her Uncle Lupin. But she was somewhat certain that it was him, because the man, standing right in front of her, was holding a sign that read 'Skye Sirius White.' Way to be obvious, Uncle Lupin, Skye had thought as she rolled her eyes. Skye had dropped her bag and ran to her uncle, Lupin, thinking that she was going to give him a hug was utterly wrong. Skye had tackled him instead of the usual hug, but the thing was, she was irritated and her anger was misplaced. She couldn't wait to leave this muggle place.

"Ooomff…." Remus had muttered when Skye had made impact with his frail body. Skye, forgetting that Remus had a 'furry little problem,' was completely oblivious to the moon for the past few weeks. As if she had been burned, she had jumped away from her uncle, allowing him to breathe.

"What on earth was that for?" Remus asked, now caring for his now bruised stomach.

She pointed at him and responded, "You know why! You made me fly on that stupid Muggle contraption!!!" Her voice echoed throughout the terminal catching a lot of people's attention, who didn't understand what she meant by the word 'muggle'.

Lupin sighed. "Maybe, you should lower your voice. No need to attract unwanted attention." He picked up her luggage (it arrived about ten minutes ago). "Shall we go?"

"You never answered me!" she glared, keeping her voice down.

"Dumbledore and I were too busy to come to the States to pick you up," Lupin said, leading the way out of the busy airport.

"It would only have taken a few minutes!!!! Hellllllooo…. Magic!!!!"

Lupin glanced around. "Sshh. Do you want the whole Muggle community to hear you," he whispered loudly. Skye never was the silent type.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT!!–"

"Sssssh."

"Well, it is! You could have used magic!" she stressed. She wondered how muggles survived in this world without magic. Come to think of it, the Wizardly world is sort of lazy. But she liked to be lazy.

Lupins lead her around the corner, out of the muggles' eyes. It took him a few seconds to summon the Knights Bus.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus. My Name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this evening," said a teen, about eighteen/nineteen-ish, with large ears and pimples. He had an accent that Skye had a hard time understanding. "Where abouts?"

"Diagon Alley," Lupin answered handing the man some money.

"Sure thing."

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Skye sighed. She didn't know why she had to leave the United States. Why did Dumbledore want her to come to Hogwarts? No idea. What was so special about that school? Beats me. Why was it better than the one she went to in the states? Hell should I know. She hated that she had to leave her friends just because the Great Dumbledore wanted her to. Did he know something that she didn't? Well, just about everything. All she knew was that she rather be with her friends in America.

"You will like it at Hogwarts," Lupin said. He had rented a room for her at the Leaky Cauldron; he, however, wasn't staying.

"I better or else I might have to curse you."

Remus would have laughed if he didn't know any better. Skye was always true to her word. She wasn't a fan of lying. "I have to go," he said, pulling some folded papers out of his pocket. "These are the lists of your classes and the items that you will need. This," he said, "is your ticket for the train."

"Wait? You're not taking me?" Skye asked, unsure how to get on the platform 9 3/4, let alone how to get to the train station.

"I will meet you on the train, and besides you are a big girl," he said smiling. "I have a few things to do before I go to Hogwarts myself anyway."

"Okay, Professor," she mocked. She knew not to press.

He pulled out a bag of wizard money out of his pocket, which seemed rather small to hold all the things that he had pulled out of it. "This is from your great-grandfather. It is for your school items." He set it next to the lists.

"Thanks," Skye said feeling out of her element. She didn't have a clue how people acted in this country.

He gave her a big hug before he left her alone in the Leaky Cauldron. Skye looked out of the window in her room wondering if she could see him leave. However, it was a sure thing that he would use Apparition. She opened the bag, containing mostly galleons, which her great–grandfather left her. Grandpa, why must I do this? She usually dropped the great when referring to her grandfather, as it tends to be annoying to say all the time.

Skye picked up the lists and gold, placing it into her pocket. She might as well get the crap she needed for school. There was no need in denying it. She was going to Hogwarts if she liked it or not. Any ways, she might as well look at the bright side. At least she would see her great-grandfather and Uncle at Hogwarts. They were a funny bunch and they made life great. There was no reason to spend her last week before school in an angry state. That would help no one. There was no way that they would change their mind.

She went out into the back yard of the Leaky Cauldron and tapped her wand on the wall that led to Diagon Alley. It was a breath taking sight, never had she seen something like this. Sure, the U.S had its magic market, but it wasn't like this. The street was lined with shops selling everything under the sun. Skye's eyes showed blue at that moment, as she wondered how long it would take her to look into every last shop. It wasn't like she didn't see these items before (well some things she didn't). It was the fact that it was in London. Some would call it an annoying American thing. Others would call it an annoying muggle thing. But to Skye, it was something she did when she was in a new town. She loved adventure.

She made her way into Diagon Alley glancing around wondering what shops she should go into first. It didn't take her long for a store to catch her eye. Quality Quidditch Supplies, which was crowded, drew her in. Skye was always a big fan of Quidditch and up for a game, dropping anything to play. She glanced in the window to see people crowded around a broom. Not any broom, but the Firebolt. Really. It amazed her that they just wanted to stare at it. What was the point of staring at it? None of them could have afforded it. If she couldn't afford it, she wouldn't stare at it all day. It would just make her feel worse.

"Stupid people staring at things they can't afford," Skye muttered. But then again, the Firebolt wasn't any broom and she should know, because she owned one, and she loved it. Having the wind blowing in her hair was one of the best feelings in the world.

"Yea, probably Mudbloods and half-bloods," a boy, who somehow got next to her without her noticing, suggested.

Skye turned to the boy and guessed he was a pure-blood knowing that they were the only one who would call a muggle-born a mudblood. He had the platinum blonde hair, which matched a his pale skin. "Maybe," she replied not having anything better to say.

"True, some pure-bloods, like the blood traitor Weasleys, couldn't be able to afford it either," the boy agreed with a hint of disgust in his voice.

It didn't take Skye long for her to look him over. It was obvious that he came from a wealthy stuck up pure-blood family. It disgusted her to the nth degree how he acted. He wasn't better than the people in there.

"So why are you staring at the broom? Don't have enough to afford it either?" His tone changed slightly.

"If it is any of your business," she snapped, being defensive, "I already have the Firebolt being that I am a big Fan of Quidditch."

A smile appeared on his pointed face. He looked pleased by that information and Skye didn't like it, not one bit. She had a bad feeling about this guy. "In that case, my name is Draco, Draco Malfoy." He held out his hand.

Automatically, she took it and shook it. "Skye White."

"Pure-blood?" he asked.

Her blood started to boil, but she was careful not to let it show. She didn't want to make a scene, especially with a Malfoy, who she was sure a family that held very important ties in the wizardly community. "Yes," she glared, but he didn't notice.

"Skye is such a pretty name."

Omg, is he flirting me? Ewwwwwwwwww! She didn't need some slime ball flirting with her. She couldn't deal with his big attitude problem. "To me it sounds like a color," she muttered partly annoyed by it and this Draco person. She glanced into the Quidditch shop for a second knowing that she probably wasn't going in. Plus, Skye didn't want to be anywhere near him. She turned away from the window and was about to walk away when Malfoy stopped her. He pulled her back.

"What the hell?" she asked. Her anger was visible.

He looked away almost shocked by her tone. "I don't believe I ever saw you at Hogwarts before."

"I just transferred in," she said pulling her arm away.

"Well then stick with me and I can show you around."

"No thank you," she glared. She didn't need to be showed by this slime ball and she bet he was in Slytherin. She may still had to be sorted, but she didn't have a doubt that she would be in Gryffindor. Skye already knew that those two houses didn't get along at all. "I can make my own friends."

His face turned sour as if he had a nasty smell under her nose. "You can do no better than me," he said.

"I beg to differ."

Those words didn't come from her and of course it didn't come from Malfoy either. Draco seemed to already know who the person was. "Potter," he spited. His voice turned to poison. "I didn't ask for your opinion!"

This Potter person had just come out of the Quality Quidditch Supplies. He had the prettiest green eyes that Skye had ever seen. His glasses didn't hide them, while his black hair made them stand out, but the thing that made this Potter stand out was his lightning shaped scar. "Well it seemed like she didn't ask you, Potter!"

"Malfoy!" They both pulled out their wands and for a second Skye wondered if they were going to duel. She hoped not, knowing that Harry would get in trouble for doing underage magic.

Draco didn't have anything to say and walked away. If Skye had to describe it, he had his tail between his legs. It was quite funny. "I take it you two don't get along."

"Nope," Harry responded. "I'm Harry." He waited for her to say something.

"Yes?" she asked.

"When people meet me, they get all crazy. 'The Famous Harry Potter!'" he mocked. He was annoyed by his fame, it was quite visible.

"Do you want me to go all 'Oh my Gosh! It's Harry Potter!'?"

"Um, no."

"Well good," she paused, "Because I wasn't going to."

Harry laughed. "Good, I might have to leave if you did." He put his hands in his pockets like he was shy, which was understandable. Skye would be too if everyone knew her name and expected so much out of her. "Did anyone ever tell you your eyes changes color?"

She looked at her reflection in the window. They were the normal, blue/gray color just as they always have been. "Yea, why? What color were they before?"

"With Malfoy, they were gray…then when he left they were the brightest blue I have ever seen and now they are just blue/gray," he explained hoping that she didn't thing he was crazy. He wanted her to like him.

"Oh," she laughed. "Their normal color is blue/gray. However, the color changes with my mood or something like that." Sky wasn't all the interested in why they changed color. She just liked that they did. It made her different.

"Neat."

"I think so."

"So you never told me your name."

"Skye White," she told him. "Well, Mr. Potter, I have things that I have to do." She waved goodbye.

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Skye was back in her room with all of her school supplies, staring at them. It took her quite sometime to get her The Monster Book of Monsters under control. She had used a spell bind type on it. She silently cursed at it. The damn book bit her and now her finger was bleeding. She had her finger in her mouth. She would use her wand to heal it, but no, she wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school. "Who in the hell assigns a biting book?" she cursed. She didn't understand people at times. She hissed. Her finger didn't want to stop bleeding. Skye jumped to her suitcase and started looking around for a band-aid, finding one at the bottom of her suitcase.

Once that was out of the way, she started to pack her newly bought books. They all seemed very boring compared to her biting book, but she found that to be a good thing. Unfogging the Future, Intermediate Transfiguration, and the Standard Book of Spells, Grade three were just a few of the books she had.

She ordered some food, which was quite different from the food she normally ate. London was so much different from the United States. She didn't know if she would ever get use to it. Pity, she thought, I am English, but yet I am an outsider in this country. She hated it. She wasn't normal by a long shot. She didn't make friends easily. At home, she only had a few friends, but who could ask for more? She didn't need more.

"May I ask why you wanted to bring Skye here?" Lupin asked taking a seat across from Dumbledore. Sure, Lupin liked the idea that his Goddaughter was closer and he was able to see her more often, but it didn't make sense to up root her like that. Skye was in the States for a reason. Lupin, Dumbledore, and Skye's mother, Claire, had all agreed that Skye would be better off in America, than here in London.

"I feel it is time she came back," Dumbledore smiled. "I fear that danger is on the rise." The old professor was wise. He usually knew what was best.

"Which is?"

"In time," Dumbledore replied looking over to his Phoenix.

"Does this have anything to do with Sirius Black?" Lupin asked.

Dumbledore picked up his wand. "Yes," he answered but didn't explain.

Lupin stood up suddenly with a sad expression in his eyes. "Claire kept Skye away for a reason."

"However, Claire is dead and new information has come into play, something she didn't know about." Again, Albus didn't explain.

Remus didn't know what to say and he knew better than to ask. Dumbledore was the type of person who gave information without questions when it was free to give. He must have good reasons to keep it to himself. Anyway, Dumbledore was Skye's guardian and if he wanted to move Skye to London, Lupin couldn't stop him. He didn't want to stop him. He just wanted to know why, but he trusted Dumbledore. Only fools doubted Albus.

"Beside, Remus, Skye is safest at Hogwarts."

"I know."

Skye stared at the ceiling from her bed having nothing else to do. She hadn't left her room much since the first day. She didn't feel like meeting anymore idiots like that Malfoy person. There was something about him that made her feel like there were bugs crawling under her skin. She had all her meals delivered to her room for the most part and only ventured downstairs when it was quiet. She didn't want to meet more people like him; however, they didn't come to places like this. It wasn't worthy enough. It made Skye sick that people thought that they were better than everyone else. No one could control what they were born into and it shouldn't be a factor in determining someone's worth. She was a pure-blood and had wealth (well family wealth), but it didn't make her better than anyone else. What made someone better are the deeds that they do and nothing else. It's what makes Harry Potter better than that Malfoy person.

Her feet touched the ground. She heard laugher from downstairs and it called to her. She walked to her door and walked downstairs. As she was walking, the laughter got louder. In a strange way, it brought a smile to her face, one that hadn't been there for some time. The laughter became even louder as she rounded the next corner. When she came to the bottom of the steps, words became clear and she could tell there were at least about ten people. They were a loud bunch of nine, who Skye had counted as she entered the bar. All except two had red hair. She recognized one of the two, who didn't have red hair, to be Harry Potter.

"The Weasleys, Harry Potter, and one of their school mates," Tom, the bartender/innkeeper, told her. His smile was creepy with the lack of teeth.

So those are the Weasleys that Malfoy was talking about. I don't see anything wrong with them, she thought smiling. It was a happy family, even with the hyper up teens. It was something that Skye always wished for, but it never happened. As her mother always told her, her father died, before she was born, in the line of duty. Skye always wondered what life would have been if she had a father. Would she have brothers and sisters? Would her mother still be alive? Her mother died about a year and an half ago, also in the in the line of duty. In fact, Skye was there when her mother was killed, she even saw it happen. Her mother, Claire was called out and told Skye to stay home, but she didn't listen. To her, something wasn't right. In the end, her mother died protecting her and the monster that killed her got away. Skye broke down and everyone wondered if she would ever be the same. It took her forever to get this far and to be herself again.

"Thanks," she muttered taking a butterbeer, which was a little strange. She wasn't use to it growing up in America. She turned her back on the family. "Life is strange," she announced to Tom, who wasn't paying any attention.

She stared at the wall for a few seconds remembering how life was with her (great) grandfather, Uncle Lupin, and her mother. She smiled remembering it all.

"Skye."

Said girl turned around to see Harry with (what she suppose) two friends. "Hello, Potter," she smiled as she pushed her hair behind her ear.

"Blimey, Harry. You were right. She is a knock out," the boy said as his face matched his bright red hair. Harry turned around as if to hide his blush.

"Hello, I'm Hermione and that is Ron," she said, seeming kind of annoyed. Maybe it was the screaming Skye heard earlier, something to do with a cat and a rat.

"Hello," Skye grinned knowing how close the three friends were. It made Skye miss her best friend back in America and all the 'trouble/fun' they got into. There were a lot of things that she missed. She glanced back to the Weasley Family.

Ron noticed her glance. "Sorry about them."

She waved it off. "Don't be. I think it's great," she told him truthfully. "It's what Family is for."

"I think so too," Harry chimed it. Family was one of those things that made life better. Family was the thing that were always there for you when things were down. It never went away.

"I guess," Ron muttered. It seemed like he was semi-sick of his siblings always picking on him.

"I wished I had siblings," Skye admitted thinking about how she could pick on them. Hermione and Harry both agreed; they wished they had siblings as well.

"New to London?" Harry asked not remembering seeing her before.

"Yes and No," Skye smiled. "Well I think you three have things to do." Ron's mom yelled over the noise that they better have their things packed.

"Well, mostly Ron," Hermione corrected. "I have my things packed and ready. What about you, Harry?"

"Um, just a few things left to put in." Harry scratched his head trying to remember if he left anything out.

Skye glanced down to her watch to check the time. "Well, I have a few things I have to do." There were a few things that she had left to pack, since there were a few things that had to wait to the last second to be packed. "Bye!" she said turning away.

Harry hesitated for a second. "Will we see you again?"

"It all depends, Potter." She had a grin on her face. Maybe Hogwarts wasn't going to be bad after all. She had a good feeling.

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