Disclaimer- the Harry Potter characters do not belong to me. They are the
property of J.K Rowling, but Cleo, Mêlée, A'lira, and Curania are my own
creations.
Vanyel Ashkevron doesn't belong to me either. He belongs to Mercedes Lackey.
Prologue
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walked together down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"We will have 4 new seventh year students this year, Minerva," Dumbledore said conversationally.
"Really? Which house? Where are they transferring from?" asked Minerva.
"They're from The United States of America and they've gone to Salem Academy for the last six years. Even though they are all sisters each one is in a different house."
"Odd. But then Padma and Pravati Patil are in different houses."
"Yes. I have a feeling this will be an interesting year."
Chapter 1
The New Neighbors
At number 4 Privet Drive Harry was locked in his room, again. Harry was seventeen now but Dumbledore still insisted that he stay with the Dursley's. Not that he could go anywhere else. His godfather, Siris Black, had died a year ago, fighting Death Eaters. And Dumbledore still believed staying with his mother's sister would help protect him during the summer.
So Harry just prayed for the summer to be over soon, but there were only 3 more weeks until the train ride to Hogwarts and until he got to see his friends again. He looked out his window at the reason his uncle had locked him in his room. A new family was moving in next door at number 6 and his uncle didn't want to ruin their impression of the Dursley's.
The family was large with 4 daughters, quadruplets by the look of them, about his age. All had red-gold hair like their parents but each kept their hair in a different style. One's hair was short and curly. Another's was pin-straight and fell to her waist. One had wavy hair that came to her mid-back. The last one had shoulder length hair that fell in ringlets. They were helping their mum and dad unload large boxes from a truck. They were totally ignoring Dudley and his friends' attempts to get their attention.
Later that evening after Dudley' friends had left, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley went out to dinner to celebrate his acceptance to Oxford and left Harry alone with strict instructions not to leave his room.
But at six o'clock the doorbell rang and Harry decided to answer it. He opened the door and saw the new neighbors.
"Uh, Hello." Harry said.
"Hi!" said the girl with short hair, " We're your new neighbors!"
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. My aunt and uncle aren't here now, maybe you could come back tomorrow." Harry said nervously.
The father finally spoke, "That's okay, we'll talk until they get here. If that's alright?"
"Uh, I guess." Harry stood aside, "Come in."
The six people entered the house and walked into the lounge.
"Oh, sorry! I'm Christopher Black." He said and shook Harry's hand. "This is my wife Katherine and my daughters Cleo, Mêlée, Curania, and A'lira."
"Err. I'm Harry. Harry Potter." he said quickly.
The daughter jaws dropped and eyes widened.
"Y.You're.H.Harry.P.Potter?!" Curania stuttered.
"You know me?" Harry was shocked. He had thought they were Muggles. Uncle Vernon is not going to be happy.
"Who doesn't?" Cleo screeched.
"Did you think only English wizards and witches knew of you?" Mêlée asked.
"Oh, No, but I never dared hope that any witches or wizards would move in next door!" Harry was excited, despite what he knew his uncle would say when he found out, he wasn't alone anymore.
"Did you say your name was Black?" he asked Christopher.
"Yes."
"Are you.I mean.were you related to Siris Black?" he asked
"Yes, I am."
"Was. He died. Last year." Harry was suddenly sad. He missed his godfather. "He was my godfather."
"I'm sorry. He was my cousin."
They talked for the next hour while waiting for Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin to return home. The girls were still ecstatic over meeting Harry Potter but had managed to have a real conversation over their excessive giggling.
"You're in Gryffindor, right?" asked Cleo.
"Yeah, what house are you all in?" he asked.
"Well, I'm in Gryffindor, too, but." A'lira interrupted her.
""I'm in Hufflepuff."
"And I'm in Ravenclaw." Said Curania.
"And I'm in." Mêlée started but was interrupted by her sisters saying in a scary voice: "Slytherin."
Just then Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley walked in.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING HARRY POTTER?" he roared.
"Err.uh.err.well I." Harry stuttered.
"We came by to meet you and Harry, here told us that you would be home soon so we decided to wait until you got home." Christopher said standing up from the couch. "Harry has been very nice. My name is Christopher Black and this is my wife Katherine and my daughters."
"Vernon Dursley." He said coldly. "My Wife Petunia. And our son Dudley."
"It's very nice to meet you." Said Katherine.
"Did you say Black?" asked Dudley suddenly frightened, "Like the mass murderer Siris Black?"
"Yes, but Siris was innocent and died saving many lives as he faced Death Eaters." Harry said very angrily.
"Easy Harry." Katherine said softly.
"Wait!" Vernon became even angrier. "You mean to tell me that you are like him?" he pointed to Harry.
"If you mean am I a wizard? Then yes. So are my daughters."
Vernon turned bright red. "Well, I would suggest you leave." Then added lamely, "It's late."
"Very well. Goodbye, Harry." Chris said then led his family out the door.
"Bye Harry, "All the girls said sweetly as they walked out side.
"Well aren't we lucky?" Dudley taunted. " Freaks next door, too!"
Petunia hit him upside the head.
"You will be nice. Adult wizards are allowed to do magic and I remember Lily saying that the Black family is old and very powerful."
"Whatever." Dudley murmured as he passed Harry and went up to his room. Harry saw the worried glance that passed between his aunt and uncle as he also turned to go to his room.
Vanyel Ashkevron doesn't belong to me either. He belongs to Mercedes Lackey.
Prologue
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walked together down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"We will have 4 new seventh year students this year, Minerva," Dumbledore said conversationally.
"Really? Which house? Where are they transferring from?" asked Minerva.
"They're from The United States of America and they've gone to Salem Academy for the last six years. Even though they are all sisters each one is in a different house."
"Odd. But then Padma and Pravati Patil are in different houses."
"Yes. I have a feeling this will be an interesting year."
Chapter 1
The New Neighbors
At number 4 Privet Drive Harry was locked in his room, again. Harry was seventeen now but Dumbledore still insisted that he stay with the Dursley's. Not that he could go anywhere else. His godfather, Siris Black, had died a year ago, fighting Death Eaters. And Dumbledore still believed staying with his mother's sister would help protect him during the summer.
So Harry just prayed for the summer to be over soon, but there were only 3 more weeks until the train ride to Hogwarts and until he got to see his friends again. He looked out his window at the reason his uncle had locked him in his room. A new family was moving in next door at number 6 and his uncle didn't want to ruin their impression of the Dursley's.
The family was large with 4 daughters, quadruplets by the look of them, about his age. All had red-gold hair like their parents but each kept their hair in a different style. One's hair was short and curly. Another's was pin-straight and fell to her waist. One had wavy hair that came to her mid-back. The last one had shoulder length hair that fell in ringlets. They were helping their mum and dad unload large boxes from a truck. They were totally ignoring Dudley and his friends' attempts to get their attention.
Later that evening after Dudley' friends had left, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley went out to dinner to celebrate his acceptance to Oxford and left Harry alone with strict instructions not to leave his room.
But at six o'clock the doorbell rang and Harry decided to answer it. He opened the door and saw the new neighbors.
"Uh, Hello." Harry said.
"Hi!" said the girl with short hair, " We're your new neighbors!"
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. My aunt and uncle aren't here now, maybe you could come back tomorrow." Harry said nervously.
The father finally spoke, "That's okay, we'll talk until they get here. If that's alright?"
"Uh, I guess." Harry stood aside, "Come in."
The six people entered the house and walked into the lounge.
"Oh, sorry! I'm Christopher Black." He said and shook Harry's hand. "This is my wife Katherine and my daughters Cleo, Mêlée, Curania, and A'lira."
"Err. I'm Harry. Harry Potter." he said quickly.
The daughter jaws dropped and eyes widened.
"Y.You're.H.Harry.P.Potter?!" Curania stuttered.
"You know me?" Harry was shocked. He had thought they were Muggles. Uncle Vernon is not going to be happy.
"Who doesn't?" Cleo screeched.
"Did you think only English wizards and witches knew of you?" Mêlée asked.
"Oh, No, but I never dared hope that any witches or wizards would move in next door!" Harry was excited, despite what he knew his uncle would say when he found out, he wasn't alone anymore.
"Did you say your name was Black?" he asked Christopher.
"Yes."
"Are you.I mean.were you related to Siris Black?" he asked
"Yes, I am."
"Was. He died. Last year." Harry was suddenly sad. He missed his godfather. "He was my godfather."
"I'm sorry. He was my cousin."
They talked for the next hour while waiting for Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin to return home. The girls were still ecstatic over meeting Harry Potter but had managed to have a real conversation over their excessive giggling.
"You're in Gryffindor, right?" asked Cleo.
"Yeah, what house are you all in?" he asked.
"Well, I'm in Gryffindor, too, but." A'lira interrupted her.
""I'm in Hufflepuff."
"And I'm in Ravenclaw." Said Curania.
"And I'm in." Mêlée started but was interrupted by her sisters saying in a scary voice: "Slytherin."
Just then Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley walked in.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING HARRY POTTER?" he roared.
"Err.uh.err.well I." Harry stuttered.
"We came by to meet you and Harry, here told us that you would be home soon so we decided to wait until you got home." Christopher said standing up from the couch. "Harry has been very nice. My name is Christopher Black and this is my wife Katherine and my daughters."
"Vernon Dursley." He said coldly. "My Wife Petunia. And our son Dudley."
"It's very nice to meet you." Said Katherine.
"Did you say Black?" asked Dudley suddenly frightened, "Like the mass murderer Siris Black?"
"Yes, but Siris was innocent and died saving many lives as he faced Death Eaters." Harry said very angrily.
"Easy Harry." Katherine said softly.
"Wait!" Vernon became even angrier. "You mean to tell me that you are like him?" he pointed to Harry.
"If you mean am I a wizard? Then yes. So are my daughters."
Vernon turned bright red. "Well, I would suggest you leave." Then added lamely, "It's late."
"Very well. Goodbye, Harry." Chris said then led his family out the door.
"Bye Harry, "All the girls said sweetly as they walked out side.
"Well aren't we lucky?" Dudley taunted. " Freaks next door, too!"
Petunia hit him upside the head.
"You will be nice. Adult wizards are allowed to do magic and I remember Lily saying that the Black family is old and very powerful."
"Whatever." Dudley murmured as he passed Harry and went up to his room. Harry saw the worried glance that passed between his aunt and uncle as he also turned to go to his room.