Harry realized that his birthday was less than a few hours away.He smiled once again at the letter and put the floorboard down.He decided he would write Ron back tomarrow.He would be able to think better after he got some rest.He looked over at Pig who had fallen asleep in Hedwig's cage and decided to let him rest.Harry undressed slowly and put on his cousin Dudley's old PJ's which were three sizes too big for him.
He looked at himself in the mirror,sighed and shook his head.He felt different but not only that,he looked different too.For years he had looked into mirrors and seen a boy with jet black hair that stuck out everywhere,broken glasses that slid down his nose,a boyish face,and a lightening shaped scar on his forehead,the only thing left after his first encounter with Voldemort and had proved to be a useful and also a deadly tool for Harry.
Now,Harry looked different.He had gone through so much last year,losing Sirius,breaking up with Cho Chang,and finding himself pulling his friends with him right into the web of Lord Voldemort.Harry felt terrible.He took off his glasses and placed them on his bed side table and fell onto his bed.He didn't know when he fell asleep but around 3AM he awoke.He looked around his room to see the source of his restlessness but found none.He put on his glasses and looked out the window to see if there was anything out there that could've woken him.
"What in the world?",said Harry
Outside there was someone in a long,flowing,silver cloak with the hood above their head.The figure looked up at Harry's window and then to Harry's amazement,started to float slowly towards him.Harry tried to shut the window but he couldn't find the strength in his arms.He stared at the figure coming ever closer.The street light fell onto their face and Harry fell backwards in astonishment.It couldn't be,It just couldn't be.......
Harry couldn't believe who he was looking at.All those hours of feeling sorry for himself and now.........
"Sirius?!?!?",said Harry in an awed sort of voice.
He paused to listen.If the Dursley's heard him he'd be a dead man.He heard nothing.He looked back towards the window but the figure had disappeared.Harry turned around to see them sitting on his bed.The figure took off their hood and Harry gave another sharp shout of astonishment.It was a girl with dark bronze hair that flew about her face.She was tall and slender and her face had a narrow look to it.Her eyes were a dark,mysterious gray. Harry realized why he had thought she was Sirius,she looked exactly like him except for her hair.
"Confused aren't you?",she said smiling.
Harry nodded vigorously and sat in the chair beside his desk.
"Well,where should I start?",said the girl,who looked at the ceiling in thought.
Harry cleared his throat,
"You could try telling me who you are first."
The girl looked at him a moment then smiled,
"You're quite right! Alright Harry,My name is Christina Black.I'm Sirius' daughter."
Harry stared blankly,this couldn't be true,this was a lie,why was she here,this was no way to talk about someone who's dead.Harry wanted to say all this but all that came out was,
"What?"
Christina smiled,"Well,I turned 16 a while ago and I'm a witch in my sixth year like yourself but I went to school in New York.It's called Libestram,have you heard of it?"
Harry thought that this was no time for idle chit-chat,he wanted answers,now.
"You're a liar!"
Christina gave a chuckle which irritated Harry as much as her friendlyness.Harry felt rage build inside of him.He had felt like this all summer and now was not the time to let it out so he sat in his chair,red in the face,
"Prove it.",Harry said simply,for fear of exploding.
"Fine",Christina said,she stuck her hand into her cloak and gave Harry a sly look.Harry reached for his wand but Christina's fingers were faster and she took it away with a sweep of her hand and shook her finger at him.She reached once again into her cloak and pulled out something that made Harry's anger build to a boiling point several inches above his head.