One wouldn't know it when looking at her, a seemingly normal girl with abnormal hair. It was easy to assume she had a standard upbringing, what with her polite and kind nature. One especially couldn't tell after seeing that smile that belies happiness before two words she repeats in her head as a mantra fall from her lips, "I'm okay." = Stages of rewriting.

what if Sirius Black had a son? What if, when Sirius went to Azkaban, that son was dropped on the doorstep of a certain ghost-hunting couple? And finally what happens if at age eleven, just as Minerva McGonagall came to pick him up, he lost everything?

I live in a pretty screwed up world. I mean, we all do, but mine's a little more screwed up than your average American city. First off, I have that cliché sort of crush on my best friend. The second part of that cliché is that he's interested in every other girl but me. Second, we have superheroes. A lot of them. Flying everywhere like annoying insects, teleporting like it doesn't scare the crap out of the rest of us, defeating bad guys like they're the new Mr. Incredible. The whole works. The third thing is, I'm one of those superheroes. My name is Kiera Knight, but the rest of the world knows me as Shadow. _________________________ Kiera Knight has been saving Cryptic City from her nemesis, Blaze, for two years now. As soon as she thinks she's got him under control, the wildfire spreads chaos through both of her lives-as Shadow and Kiera. But she soon finds out that masks can't hide every secret, and she might have been helping guard a secret that could put Cryptic City in ruins. "I hate supervillains. But after being a superhero, I think I'd prefer to be a supervillain now." _________________________ (I seriously didn't even think of Keira Knightley when I made up her name. Just thought I'd let you know.)