Disclaimer: I don't own anything that J.K. Rowling has created or anything that you can or might associate with the totally awesome movie Tangled. Things that you don't recognize, obviously, are my own.



Such a small and simple word. Everyone at some point in their lives wish it was the real thing. Everyone, including me.

But see, there's quite a difference between myself and most people. And, for those who want to get all technical, you'd say there's even a slight, okay, well, huge difference between my own people and me. You see, my people are witches and wizards. Magic runs through our veins and helps shape our lives.

Not bad, some would say. You might even have jealousy…or you might want to burn me at the stake right now. So, wait just one more second while I finish explaining before you ridicule me, or, if you want to kill me, I'd be happier if you just left and never showed yourself again. Anyways…

My family is a pureblood family, a powerful and popular one actually. And, added to that, they were very feared. So, imagine their surprise, horror, and pure anger when they found out that I, the Oldest Child of the Noble House of Black, turned out to be a squib.

A screw-up.

A freak of nature.

A disgrace to the family name.

Not fit to have eyes be laid upon you.

A complete embarrassment.

You get the picture right? Sparing me the pain, I'll quit relaying the insults. Trust me; most weren't appropriate for my four-year-old ears.

To add to the torture, my twin, who at the age of four, the same day we found out about my, uh, lack of powers, was able to put forth a massive amount of magic no four-year-old should have. I lived in his shadow for eleven years, and in our younger brother's as well when at the age of five (when we were six) he proved to have magic.

Kept in the dark, literately since I lived in the tiniest room that was at first completely bare except for the concrete floors and wall in the creepy, dark basement, I was left out of everything. It would seem my parents had forgotten all about me. If it weren't for my two brothers, I'd probably be completely mad, or even worse, dead. My twin taught me everything, including reading and writing and all that stuff, and he made my living space more…bearable.

So you could imagine that when he and I turned eleven, I felt that this was the end. He would be off to Hogwarts leaving me and our younger brother alone with the terrors of the household. And soon after, when he would leave, I'd be truly alone.

The day came when the letter arrived. I'd snuck upstairs so I could see my brother's reaction when he read the letter, and the house fell silent with excited anticipation. The expression on my brother's face was one that was troubled. And since it was like we could read each others' thoughts, I knew he was concerned for my safety and health.

The owl flew in and landed on the table in front of my brother, waiting. He took the envelope from its beak, and…

"Huh?" he muttered. He glanced over at me in the shadows, then at our mum and dad, and held up the letter. Or should I say, the letters.

Our dad's brow furrowed and our mum's hand snaked across the table and snatched the letters from him. She dropped one on the table and then glanced at the other, and then froze. Her hand started to shake, and she started to mutter,

"Eridani Virginis Black? Eridani Virginis Black. Eridani Virginis Black…" Realization hit her hard, and Dad soon followed suit.

"No. It can't be," Dad mumbled.

"Eridani! You get to come to Hogwarts with me!" my brother exclaimed, jumping up from his chair and beaming at me. "We can meet Dumbledore! We can explore the castle! We can—"

"Sirius, sit down and shut your mouth," Mum snapped. My twin complied, but his smile could not be erased.

"You, girl, come out here now," Dad said. I did as he said, meeting his cold, black eyes evenly.

"Have you been hiding your magic from us?" Mum demanded. Her voice was shrill and angry, and her gaze mirrored that of our dad's, except, if possible, it was colder and darker.

"No," I answered, trying not to fuel her anger. But, my answer, I should have known, made her even more furious.

"No? As in, no, you don't have magic? Then why the hell did you just receive a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" she yelled.

"Maybe she does but just doesn't know how to use it," my little brother piped up timidly.

"Keep quiet Regulus!" Mum snapped. Regulus slouched in his seat and gave me an apologetic look.

"What's the big deal anyways?" Sirius asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don't care about her anyways."

Mum and Dad exchanged angry glances, thinking it over.

"We'd get rid of the nuisance," Dad told Mum. "She could stay there and never return."

"We could have Dumbledore change her name so she's not associated with our good name," Mum agreed. Sirius and I rolled our eyes in unison while Regulus looked at me worriedly.

Our parents looked up, glaring, at me, and Mum said,

"You are no longer part of this family…"

"Not like I was anyways," I muttered, causing Sirius to snicker.

"You are not to say that you once were to anyone…"

"Not like I would anyways…"

"You will not be associated with us, or our good name."

"My day just keeps getting better and better." Regulus' eyes widened in shock and his eyes filled with tears.

"You are to never come near us again, and are never to speak to us again," Dad added.

"Thank Merlin. I'm blessed. Truly."

"Leave and never come back," Mum and Dad said together.

"For once I think I'll take your advice," I grumbled.

And with that, my former parents left the room, not even congratulating Sirius for being admitted to Hogwarts.

"Well that happened," Sirius said.

"Yes. Yes it did," I replied. Regulus sniffled and he wiped away the tears that were streaming down his face. I smiled at him and hugged him. "S'okay Reg. We're still a family, us three. I'll see you at Hogwarts when you come, and I'm sure Sirius will take you to visit whenever during the summer. Okay?"

He smiled and nodded, accepting reality.

"I'll go get our stuff and some money. I'll be right back," Sirius said.

And after he returned, we told Regulus goodbye and we left for Diagon Alley. We got our Hogwarts things and we stayed at the Leaky Cauldron until it was time to board the Hogwarts Express. On the ride to Hogwarts we met three kids who we really connected with; James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, who seemed like they were good people. Once we got off the train, we took in the breath-taking view of Hogwarts and the lake that we crossed in boats that magically rowed themselves. And once there…we were ushered into the Great Hall and got ready to be Sorted. At least, the other kids did. I knew that I would not be joining them. But nonetheless, I was still standing in that group of nervous first years, watching and waiting.

I was talking to Sirius quietly when I felt eyes upon me. I looked up and met the gaze of crystal blue eyes that belonged to an old man with long silvery white hair and half moon spectacles. Albus Dumbledore. He smiled and dipped his head at me in greeting.

"Sirius Black," a professor called. Sirius grinned at me and walked confidently up to the stool and waited, probably for the first time in his life, patiently as the Sorting Hat was placed on his head.

And then the unspeakable happened.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat bellowed. A hushed silence filled the room. This was unnatural. Completely out of the ordinary.

A Black had been put in Gryffindor.

Not Slytherin.

This had never happened before…Sirius was gonna have hell to pay. We shared the bad luck, it seemed.

James stood up from the table and clapped, awakening the other Gryffindors who were still shocked, but glad to have a new addition nevertheless.

"Good job mate," Remus congratulated his newly found friend.

"His dear old mum will not be happy to hear that," a voice hissed in my ear. I turned and faced my cousin, Bellatrix.

"So who cares what that bitch likes? He's going to be just fine, and for all I care she can go screw herself," I retorted, turning away from her. I felt her bristle behind me, but she just laughed breezily and went up to get Sorted herself. The hat barely touched her head before it screamed,

"SLYTHERIN!" Uproar came from that devilish table.

"Sozo Brochevska," the lady called.

That's a weird name, Sirius thought to me snickering.

Very, I agreed, smirking.

But when no one moved, I knew something wasn't right here. Or things weren't how I thought. I happened to catch Dumbledore's eye again, and he beckoned to me. And then I knew.

I stepped cautiously up the steps and sat cautiously on the stool and ignored the quiet laughing at my late reaction to being called. The hat was placed on my head, and I tensed up.

I wasn't a witch, so how could the Sorting Hat Sort me? It wasn't right, and I didn't think that it was actually possible.

"You're more than you think, young one," a voice said inside my head, causing me to freak out. Yeah, sure, I hear my twin's voice in my head, so you'd think I'd be used to hearing voices. But this was different. Way different. Like crazy 'I'm going insane!' voices.

"A great destiny awaits you. Trust yourself," the hat continued with its words of wisdom. Then, out loud, it spoke softly,

"I cannot choose."

Murmurs ran throughout the Hall, and when I turned to look at Dumbledore, I saw his brow was furrowed in thought.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice soft and caring.

The Sorting Hat seemed to think this through. "She is fit for each equally. And so equal that not one is over the other," the hat said finally.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at me. "Then it is settled. She belongs to every House. Carry on Minerva."

The Professor took the hat off my head and I slowly stood up from my perch on the stool.

"Miss Brochevska?" Dumbledore muttered quietly.

I looked back at him, waiting.

"I need to speak to you after the feast, if you don't mind."

"Yes Professor," I replied, inclining my head. I walked over to Sirius and our new friends, and together, we watched the rest of the Sorting take place, and then enjoyed a wondrous feast.

Too soon it seemed the meal was through and everyone was piling out the great oak doors, ready for a good night's rest. I hung back, not sure where else I would meet with Dumbledore.

"You must have many questions that yearn to be answered," a voice said behind me.

"And you probably don't have an answer to all of them," I said, turning to face the headmaster.

He smiled. "Not all, but most." He gestured at the bench. "Take a seat. It'll only be a minute…but I'm not sure how you react to life-changing news."

I did as he said. "Okay. So, what's going on here? What does it mean that I'm in all Houses?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "It means just that. You are a part of every House. Which could prove to be difficult…but it could be more rewarding. It's never happened before, so I'm not sure what to expect."

"Yay. I got a history lesson. School's already started."

"Charming. Very charming," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.


"Is that all you wish to know tonight? Your House and your personality and how I see it?"

"No thanks. I think I can live without that."

"You're probably wondering why I called you to Hogwarts in the first place…" he started.

"Yeah. I am actually. I mean, I'm not a witch am I? As crazy as it sounded, was Reg right? Do I actually have magic but just don't know how to use it?"

"No and yes."

"No and yes?"

"No, you're not a witch. You're not one of our kind."


"But, you are not a squib."

"I'm not a…" I couldn't help it. A huge smile broke out on my face. "I'm not a squib!" I yelled enthusiastically. I put my hands together, trying to keep sitting and not jumping up and doing a victory dance. Cool and calm, I told myself. Be cool and calm.

"Yes, it's very exciting news after all of those years," Dumbledore said, bringing me back to the present, chuckling slightly.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Hold on. Wait just a minute." The gears in my head started turning.

"Go on."

"If I'm not a witch, yet I'm not a squib, then…what am I?"

"Excellent question."

"And I'm waiting for the excellent answer," I said after it seemed he wasn't going to continue.

"I'm sorry to say I don't have that excellent answer."

I slumped in my seat, defeated. "So I'm a human."

"Absolutely not."

"Then what—"

"You have the Healing Touch."

"Excuse me? I have the what?"

"The Healing Touch. A very rare gift, one that only appears once every thousands of years, if not more."

I couldn't say anything. All I could do was stare at him in confusion.

"The last person to behold the Healing Touch was in the fourteenth century, a man whose name was lost to time. These people, we call them the Iasi people or Iasians, are extremely vulnerable. We call them this because the first person to ever have the Healing Touch thousands of years ago was a girl that we know as Iasi. They're usually kidnapped and most of the times are forced to use their powers to aid those who wish to hoard it and use it for their own selfish uses. Some of the crazy ones even try to perform this ritual that will give them the Iasi's power, which in the end just ends up killing the poor soul."

"So…you're saying that I have the ability to heal people." He nodded. "Big deal! I mean, you guys have Healers and whatnot! What's the difference?"

"There is a very big difference," Dumbledore said calmly. "The Iasians can heal much quicker and much more throughout. They can heal any person and any injury or sickness. And…this is the part that causes them to be kidnapped and worse…they have the power to make one young again. It's like the Iasians are a living, breathing fountain of youth. Rumor has it that they can also bring someone back from the dead."

"Cool," I muttered.

"Yes, it is. But it's a very dangerous and haunting gift to have. You can't let anyone know, except those you'd trust with your life. As of right now, I wouldn't reveal your secret to anyone, with the exception of your twin."

"It's that big of deal, huh?"

"Yes. Especially in these times. Normally I wouldn't bother one as young as you with things like this…but seeing as which family you come from, you might already know of the danger…"

"You mean Lord Voldemort?"

"Yes." Dumbledore looked at me quizzically. "You don't seem like you care for him too much."

"I don't. I think that he's a bastard that should have been locked up a long time ago. I don't agree with anything he's done or plans to do."

"Good. I think he'd want to use you if he found out about you."

"I get your point. I'll be careful Professor. I won't blow my cover; I'll practice in secret where no one's watching…"

"There's one more thing."

I glanced at Dumbledore, confused. "More?"

"The Iasians could only use their ability when they sang a song."

"They could only use their ability when they sang a song?" I repeated astonished.

"If not, no matter what they used to heal…"

"Wait, what they used to heal?"

"Each Iasian had only a certain thing they could use to channel the Healing Touch with. Some it was hair, others it was a teardrop. On occasions some had to provide their blood…"

"Ever just a simple touch with their hand?" I asked, not liking the blood part.

"Come to think of it, no."



I sighed shakily. "Okay. I'll figure it out. What's the song?"

"Once I give you the words, you must memorize it, and then I want you to learn your history of your people. Remember this; once someone knows the words to this incantation, they too will be able to call upon the Healing Touch, which makes you vulnerable."

"Alright. Secret song incantation thingy. Got it."

"Listen close then…" He cleared his throat, and as he sang each line softly, I found myself entranced and singing along, like I'd known this my whole life.

"Flower, gleam and glow…Let your power shine…Make the clock reverse…Bring back what once was mine…

"Heal what has been hurt…Change the Fates' design…Save what has been lost…Bring back what once was mine…What once was mine…"

A/N: So…what do you think? I know that it will seem weird having both Harry Potter and Tangled concepts mixed together in the same story…but it's two things that I love very much. Now, since in the movie Tangled there wasn't really witches and wizards…and since in Harry Potter there really isn't any magic golden flowers or hair that heals and glows…I had to come up with something that would fit but not be too awfully weird or different or far-fetched at the same time. Do you think it will be fine? I surely hope so…I've already become obsessed with this story.

Oh, heads up! There will NOT be a Rapunzel, but there WILL be a Flynn Rider because honestly, I love his name and him, and I also can't think of any better name. I mean, what name is cooler than 'Flynn Rider'? Who wouldn't want that name? It's unique. At least, to me it is. And I truthfully could see a wizard being named that, whereas I could not really see a witch in the Marauders' era being named 'Rapunzel', can you?


Let me know what you think and if you have any ideas, suggestions (is that the same as an idea?), constructive criticism, etc. You guys know what every author wants here….REVIEW!