[A/N: I have decided to rewrite this story because I am unhappy of how it was going plus I had been suffering 'writer's block' with this story before I started writing 'Dark Horse'. Recently, I have gotten a spark of ideas. The chapter will definitely be longer. Don't worry, the updates won't be that frequent while I am writing 'Dark Horse. I will update you guys when I have uploaded an updated version of the chapters as I go along. You know the drill, like, comment, favorite or subscribe to my story!~]

Chapter 1

Loud murmuring filled the tense May air as the people filed into the courtroom in large numbers, whispering amongst to each other to discuss the possible outcome in this court hearing of the century. Slowly one by one, each person sat down in their respective seats, each having their house signet embalmed on their chest. The double doors to the courtroom suddenly sprang open and a group of four people came marching in, making the chatter in the room quiet down for a minute. Once people realized who it was, the muttering commenced as well as the curious looks at the newcomers. It's been known that the Potter twins and their guardians would come to see Pettigrew finally get put to justice.

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Two pair of eyes scanned the crowded platform as the Hogwarts Express slowly pulled into the King's Cross station, searching for that familiar gaunt looking face. Instead, they saw a shaggy looking dog. "Padfoot!" They shouted just as the train finally came to a halt. They scrambled to get their luggage from the overhead rack and rushed out to the platform. The black shaggy dog gave a friendly bark as it trotted up to them, meeting them in a group hug.

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The twins sat in the couch in the sitting room as they watched Sirius clench and unclench his hands, making his nervousness more obvious. Harry sighed and reached over to stop his hand. "Sirius just come out with it." Those chocolate brown eyes softened a little as his body relaxed against the wingbacked chair.

"You both now that I love you right?" Two pairs of eyes, one green, and one blue rolled and they couldn't help but smile. "Yes, Sirius." Sirius leaned forward, looking at them straight in the eye. "I want to adopt the two of you."

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The loud bang of the door rang through the mansion as Sirius came in with a rather euphoric look on his face. "Pups! Come down here I have a surprise for you!" Loud thumping of running footsteps vibrated from the ceiling as the man calmly sat down at the head of the dining table. "Father!" Two pair of voices cried out as two 13-year-olds ran into the room, to only be lifted up onto the older man's lap, one on each leg.

"I know you both aren't of age yet but... I want you both to choose which house we should live in. Stay here or should we go to the Potter mansion?" The twins were very smart. They knew the man had a huge resentment towards the Black Mansion and knew he was always loved the Potter Mansion. "We choose the Potter Mansion."

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"You should be ashamed of yourself, dear brother! You could have picked any other orphan but you pick those two?!" The automaton was long forgotten as Harry and Annabelle silently walked towards the shouting. "I don't care what you think of me, Cissy! Their father was like a brother to me and I vowed I would always take care of them. I love them as if they were my own and nothing can change that." Sirius growled as he gripped his wand tightly. Narcissa was about to say something when she saw something move in the corner of her vision.

She quickly turned to see the twins standing silently as they watched. The woman let out an angry huff before walking back to the fireplace and disappeared as fast as she came.

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"Harry and Annabelle Potter-Black is to return to live with their relatives for the remaining summer before they head back to Hogwarts for their fourth year while we investigate these charges." The sharp bang of the gavel against the wooden rang inside the courtroom as some cheers from some and grief from others permeated in the air. Harry and Annabelle got themselves out of Remus's clutches and ran into the arms of their loving father. They just couldn't fathom that someone would accuse this man of child abuse.

Sirius pressed them tightly against his body as he tried not to cry. He lets out a shaky breath and pulled away to look at the twins. "I'll try to visit before you head back to Hogwarts but I doubt they'll let me this soon."

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"Boy, go do the laundry! Dudley needs his suit ready!" Aunt Petunia screeched as a young man stepped out of the kitchen. Harry groaned softly as he moved himself over to the laundry room. His sister was in the dining room cleaning the 'special' utensils for the dinner party tomorrow. The bell at the front door rang and Uncle Vernon's voice bellowed from the living room just as Annabelle was making her way to the front door. "Answer the door, girl!" Annabelle rolled her eyes and opened the door to meet face to face with someone she and her twin cherished.

"Father!" She cried out as she launched herself into the man's arms, wrapping her thin arms around him. Loud clattering and yelling came from inside the house and Harry stumbled into the walkway. "Father!" Before either was prepared, another set of arms came into the hug. After a little bit, they let the man go, each sporting a wide grin on their faces. "What are you doing here? I thought they allowed you to visit every Thursday?" Sirius chuckled and ruffled their hair which they both gladly took.

"Fudge had to release me. Nobody could find evidence that I did anything and even if they did, the others that came on my behalf shot down their accusations. So this morning they let me go." Before the twins could do anything to celebrate the news, an all too familiar voice called out from within the dreadful house. "Who the bloody hell is it, girl?!" Vernon yelled as the sound of him hauling his fat ass out of the armchair but they seemed to not notice his words as a rather loud pop could be heard a little further away from Sirius, making the twins peek over his shoulders to see a familiar hair color and soft brown eyes.

"Moony!" They yelled in unison as they were pulled into another set of arms with a different sensation; something similar to a mother's hug. "What the bloody hell is going on here?!" Instead of moving away from the werewolf, they stood by his side, watching as their father glared at their walrus of an uncle, who was standing in the doorway and glaring at them with his beady eyes on his purple face. The little group left 15 minutes later without a single scratch…well except for Sirius who keeps on whining about his sore knuckles.

Remus was all over him like a mother hen, kissing his 'sore' knuckles while the twins just scoffed at him. "Wuss." They said in unison. A sharp scream could be heard as the two kids ran down the street to escape from their father.

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The front door swung open as Harry and Annabelle stepped in to see Winky patter over to them to take their wet winter jackets. They were into their fourth day home for the winter holidays of their fifth year and have just come back inside from playing in the snow. "No I'm telling you, Harry, she has the hots for you," Annabelle said in a teasing manner. Harry shook his head for the third time. "No she doesn't and you know I have Ginny Ann."

Annabelle couldn't help but roll her eyes as she took off her shoes and made her way towards the family room where the TV was. Harry followed her and ran into her when she stopped walking abruptly. "What the hell-"Annabelle raised her hand to stop him and placed her finger to her lips. The two were silent and after a couple of seconds, Harry was about to tell his sister she had gone crazy when soft squeaks of the bed from upstairs could be heard with muffled moaning mixed in with it. The two immediately flushed bright red, instantly knew what was or rather, who was making those noises. To be honest they had contemplated on the idea of their father being gay and had feelings for a certain werewolf but to finally have that assumption actually come to life was a little surprising. They quickly snapped out of their frozen stupor and made their escape to the family room, turning on the TV to block out the moaning from the two floors up.

A couple of minutes passed and sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard come down the stairs as well as a casual conversation between two grown men. They immediately froze when they noticed the twins were in the kitchen with the sounds of the TV on the background. Harry gave them a smirk as he walked over and patted Sirius on the shoulder.

"Father. You should really invest in silencing spells. We can hear you from down here." The twins left without witnessing the hard blush forming on Remus' cheeks. The man groaned as he leaned against the kitchen counter with two hands covering his face. "Oh, Merlin…I just ruined your kids' innocence." Sirius let out a booming laugh as he leaned over to kiss the side of his lover's head. "Innocence? Hardly."

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The Great Hall was silent and dark as every student stood in a line facing the front where the head table would have been. Annabelle stood there shivering a little from the coldness in the air. She was to be known as Cheyenne Gibbons while the Golden trio left to find the Horcruxes. Neville gently reached over, giving her hand a gentle squeeze of comfort just as the door to the Great Hall swung open and the sounds of many footsteps could be heard walking towards the front as well as something heavy sliding across the floor in a fluid motion.

Annabelle quickly squeezed her eyes closed when she heard the familiar sounds of hisses as if there was a conversation going on. 'Oh, Merlin he's here…' She thought as she forced herself to look at the front, seeing the man of her life's nightmares sit on the chair Dumbledore would have sat, knowing full well no one could see through her glamour charms but couldn't help but feel she would found out. She quickly put up her mental blocks, hiding where her father and Remus has fled or where her dear brother has gone.

Death eaters stood by him in a silent matter and one Annabelle quickly recognized. She saw those obsidian eyes above that familiar crooked nose, scanned over the crowd just like his Lord was doing and they stopped right on hers. She gulped as she saw them widen a little from recognition but quickly snapped out of it as the Dark Lord spoke to the students about the blood purity and the goal he planned to make.

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It was another day of Cursing Neville Day in Defense Against the Dark Arts class and Carrow was having the time of his life. "You never learn do you, Longbottom? Crucio!" The form on the floor began to shake and convulse as the curse took effect and cries of agony filled the air. Some of the Slytherins snickered as they watched the show while the others remained silent with a stoke look on their face. The Gryffindors looked on with anger, feeling helpless as they watched their classmate writhe in pain in front of them.

"Stop it!" Suddenly Annabelle broke through the group and walked quickly towards the front with determination on her face. Carrow raised a dark eyebrow as he lifted the curse. "What do you want Gibbons?" He said with a sneer in his voice. No one was prepared as they watched this girl pull back her arm and smacked her fist against his jaw, sending him tumbling to the stone floor. The Gryffindors started to loudly cheer, watching as Annabelle quickly kneel next to Neville to see if he was injured, ignoring the throbbing sensation go through her hand.

"Are you alright Neville?" He nodded as the after effects of the curse went through his body, making him wince a little as he struggled to stand up. A low groan could be heard as Carrow slowly sat up with one hand on his throbbing jaw. His dark eyes flashed to look at her and Annabelle could feel the anger coming from them. The courage seemed to flee her body but she refused to back down now. The strong look her face seemed to snap the last of Carrow's patience, making everyone especially Annabelle wary as he suddenly stood up.

"You little bitch!" The next thing she knew she let out a sharp cry as a hard slap landed against her cheek, knocking her head to the side as she felt herself fall back on her ass and she could taste copper in her mouth. "Crucio!" Suddenly Annabelle felt her body was being burned from the inside as she tried not to scream, refusing to give him the satisfaction of the pain he was inflicting on her. She gasped as the curse go lifted to see Dean punching Carrow in the stomach but all she could hear was ringing.

After a little bit, the sound dissipated and the sound of loud cheering and cursing filled the air. Neville quickly helped her up. "Are you ok Ann?" She gave him a quick smile for reassurance. "I never felt better." The door to the classroom swung open, making everyone stop what they were doing and Snape came marching in, his eyes boring into everyone. "What the hell is the meaning of this?" His voice soft, yet seemed to carry coldness throughout the room. His black eyes zoomed in at Carrow who was holding Dean by his shirt collar, spotting a large red spot on his jaw.

"How a disappointment Carrow. You let a couple of students get the best of you." He said with a drawl as he looked at Annabelle, Neville, and Dean only to look back at the Death Eater as the other hissed while he let go of Dean. "Fuck off Snape. Now leave so I can deal with these idiotic fools." Neville shrank a little at his words. "No, you won't." Severus sneered. "Let McGonagall handle their punishment." With a swipe of his hand, the door to the classroom opened once again and the rebels left to the said destination, forcing to leave the other Gryffindors to feel Carrow's wrath.

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The make-shift infirmary in the Great Hall was chaotic as more injured students got carried in with the sound of the battle in the background. Annabelle went to each student and used her years of volunteer training from St Mungo's to heal them to the best of her abilities and helped Madame Pomfrey with the more serious ones. She had just finished her last patient and was about to sit down at one of the tables to get a breather when she heard a loud crack. "Ann!" She was startled as Harry barreled her down and tears fell uncontrollably down her cheek.

"Thank Merlin you're alright." She whispered as she pulled back to check for injuries on his body before noticing their two best friends weren't there. "Wheres Mione and Ron? I thought they were-" Harry cut her off as he gently pulled her to a more quieter spot by the wall "They're ok. They're scouting the area for more bodies and the injured. But listen, Ann. I don't have much time. I need you to see something with me."

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"You have got to be kidding me! I'm not going to save him, Harry! He will make our lives a living hell if we do!" Harry sighed as he walked over to one of the cabinets in the Headmaster's office. "Ann you saw Snape's memories. He's on our side. He's been a spy this whole time." Ann huffs and began pacing back and forth, thinking about the memories she just saw before she stopped once more. "So let me get this straight. Snape is dead but we can save him?" Harry nods as he passed his sister a little vial of clear liquid and a syringe.

"Go now. Apparate to the Shrieking Shack and give him the antidote. When you get there, you should be in the 3-minute range." Annabelle gave a reluctant nod before she disappears with a loud crack. With another loud crack, Annabelle appeared in the Shrieking Shack with her wand drawn out. She saw a figure lying down on the floor by the glass window before using a quick revealing spell to make sure nobody else was in the shack with them. She quickly walked over to the figure on the floor, seeing Snape's pale face looking blankly up at the ceiling.

She magically moved him so he was lying straight on the floor. Annabelle pulled out the vial from her bag and filled it up. She pulled up Snape's sleeves and plunged the needle into his still-warm skin and watched the clear liquid flowed into his bloodstream. Once the antidote was inside, she kneeled next to his body and started stimulating his heart using a complicated spell she learned, letting his blood carry the antidote all around his body. Suddenly Snape gasps and started coughing violently.

Once he calmed down, he remained still with his eyes closed this time. Annabelle shook her head, her heart still beating wildly and apparated to the Great Hall. "I need a bed now!" She yelled as she quickly looked around for an open bed. Madame Pomfrey quickly conjured a bed and helped levitate Snape's still body on it. "He's been bitten by a Nagini. I gave him an antidote." Madame Pomfrey nodded and did a quick diagnosis charm on him, her eyebrows knitted together in a frown. She shook her head. "I don't know what antidote you gave him but he's alive. With this kind of injury, he should have been dead." She mumbled as she quickly healed the wound on his neck, leaving little dark scars on his pale skin.

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Loud rustling could be heard as the rest of the people got into their appropriate place and struck up a conversation with each other, waiting for their minister to arrive to commence the trial. The Potters and their father as well as their soon-to-be dads, sat down on the first row to get the best view of everything. The giant wooden doors swung open and Minister Shacklebolt marched in, his powerful presence permeated the air as he finally sat down in his seat. He takes his gavel and brought it down once on the wooden desk.

"The trial of Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail, is now in session. Please bring the accused forward." His deep voice echoed through the courtroom as the giant wooden doors swung open once again, this time a group of three came in. The person in middle, a rather short man was being supported or rather, dragged by the men on both sides of him. He was forced down on the wooden chair which was placed in the middle of the room and shackled in place. Annabelle could get a good look at the tiny man.

It seemed like Azkaban had done a number on Pettigrew. His hair has grayed at some spots and already has lost more hair then he had before being committed to Azkaban. He has lost some significant body mass as well, giving him a skeletal look with his hollowed eyes. His skin had paled, almost greyish and clammy looking under the bright light. Soft muttering could be heard all around her as the spectators gave the accused a good look. Shacklebolt motioned with his hand.

"Administer the Veritaserum to the accused." Pettigrew didn't even fight, as a man march over to him with a tiny bottle in hand and forced his mouth open while he dropped the correct dose in his mouth. Pettigrew shook as the potion took its effects and became ridged within minutes. Shacklebolt leans forward in his seat as he gave the tiny man a clear look. "State your name for the record." His dim eyes were focused on the floor. "My name is Peter John Pettigrew." Shacklebolt nods and continues with the questions.

"Did you or did you not kill those muggles 17 years ago?" A clear, soft 'I did' came through and Sirius clenched his hand on Remus', earning a comforting squeeze in return. "Why did you betray the Potters? They were your friend." Shacklebolt asked, everyone, has gone quiet to hear the answer everyone has been wondering for so long. "The Potters deserved it. Especially Lily." Harry was so close to launch himself on Pettigrew and strangle him to death but was held back by his sister.

"Calm down Harry. It won't do us any good if that piece of shit is dead." Harry nodded reluctantly and glared at the tiny many. "Lily didn't deserve to take James away from us. She knew I had feelings for him but no…that whore decided to ruin everything for me! If I can't have him then no one else can!" Pettigrew said, his voice getting louder and more erratic as he continued to speak. Everybody just shook their head, disgusted that his main reason for betraying the Potters was of jealous love.

A few more questions were asked and the verdict was becoming clearer. The court was to be adjourned for a lunch break and was to return to session in two hours. The little family had walked to a little French restaurant close by and had a rather quiet lunch, thinking about what the outcome would be. Sirius broke the silence towards the end. "Shacklebolt told me we have a chance to talk to him if he is to be sentenced to life in Azkaban." The twins nodded and looked at each other. "Oh yeah, we have something to say to him."

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"Raise your hand in favor of life in Azkaban?" All of the Wizengamot members raised their hands. Pettigrew was sentenced to life in Azkaban for murder, assault on a minor and the courtroom went into a loud frenzy. Many were relieved but not like the Potter twins or their guardians. Annabelle felt like something was lifted off her soul, feeling rather light and the twins gave their father's hand a squeeze. The loud smack of the gavel could be heard over the loud chattering and the sounds died down once again.

Shacklebolt cleared his voice and looked towards Sirius. "Do you and your family want to say something to Mr. Pettigrew?" Sirius gave a stiff nod and stood up with the rest of his family stand up with him; Remus second, Harry third and Annabelle fourth. They filed onto the court floor and stood in front of the shivering man who has long since lost the effects of the Veritaserum. He let out a rat like a squeak and tried to curl up into a little ball but Sirius wasn't having any of it.

He hoisted the smaller man by the collar and punched a hard one against his stomach before letting him drop to the floor in pain. "James trusted you! We trusted you! And how dare you call Lily a whore! She was your friend, a confidant!" Sirius was panting from the amount of yelling he was doing and started pacing back forth like a lion in a cage. "I should have never had switched with you! Look what you did to me! I lost 13 years of my life because of you! I could have used that time to look after Harry and Annabelle but no I had to suffer for your mistakes!"

Fresh tears had begun to drip down his cheek as he jabbed a finger towards him. He stopped pacing and took deep breaths to calm down. "What I don't understand is how you end up being a Gryffindor. You've always been a coward, following the three of us around like a dog and hiding like a rat when things got too complicated." He said with a sneer as he gave the smaller man a kick on the stomach as a parting gift before he stood with his fiancee. Lupin decided to opt out of saying anything to Pettigrew since whatever Sirius did, was enough for the both of them.

The twins took this chance to step forward, wanting to take a turn on Pettigrew. A soft hiss came out from Harry's lips, making everybody's spines shiver. Pettigrew became paler then before and slowly backed away, his beady eyes became wider with fright. "Y-You can still speak it?" Harry let out a dark chuckle at the unamusing situation. "Of course I can. You see Wormtail, ever since I got my scar, I could always speak to snakes and understand them. So I guess you can say my brain has…adapted to it."

Pettigrew was shaking so badly, he could barely keep himself upright as he crawled back until his back hit the wall, just in time to hear Harry hiss again in Parseltongue. You're going to suffer just like my father did but tenfold. Annabelle raised her wand up and began muttering a spell as her hand began doing complicated patterns in the air. Pettigrew quickly squeezed his eyes shut, expecting something painful was going to come but when a few minutes pass with nothing, he slowly opened his eyes and let out a little shriek.

Snakes of epic proportions were all around him, some were on his leg and some were flashing their fangs at him. Suddenly the snakes start attacking him, biting him with their poisonous fangs to have his wraith in pain. In reality, there were no snakes at all. All everybody could see was a full grown man screaming bloody murder to take them away and writhing from invisible pain. Shacklebolt made a final motion with his hand and the two men that brought him in came back to take him to Azkaban where he belongs.

With a final smack of the gavel, the trial was done. Sirius and Remus quickly left the room with twins before the journalist could attack them with questions. Once they were out in the open, Sirius could keep it in anymore. "What did you do Pettigrew?" Annabelle flashed them an evil grin. "I placed a spell on him that locks him in his subconscious which can only be released by me. I made it so that snakes are attacking him. They will stop for a little bit and will start up again." Sirius looked proud but shocked as well.

"Where did you get your hands on that spell? That's very advanced magic" Remus asked this time, his face lined with worry. Annabelle smile which seemed to not ease his mind. "I found it in one of Father's family books in the library." Remus turned to glare at Sirius with his hands on his waist, who shrunk away a little from the look of something similar to Molly. "Sirius, I told you to keep them away from those books. They could have dark magic in them. When we get home you're going to throw them away. Come on pups." He said as he gently pulled them away by their hands, leaving their father to whine behind them. "But Remy, I can't throw those away!"

June 12, Thursday

"Not that I don't trust you, Aunt Cissa, I just don't trust them," Annabelle explained as she walked alongside with Narcissa. The blonde woman tutted lightly as they walked down a black marble corridor, their high heels clicking rhythmically. "Your concern is completely valid, my dear, but most of these people at this party are supportive to you and your brother. Many are willing to mend their ways." She explained softly. The women had dressed up for a tea party that Narcissa had been eager to get her to come for her first outing. This time, it was hosted by the Greengrass.

Oh, how she wished her boyfriend, Cormac would accompany her, but alas, he was on a summer-long thing with his father's company that would make him too busy to see her. She wanted to his curse his father but there was nothing she could do but wait until the end of the summer. They had begun writing letters to each other every day since he left but she just wishes there was more. She could practically hear him chuckling when he told her how long she had to sit there listening to girls gossiping to each other.

Annabelle had gone for a baby pink knee length chiffon dress with an A-line jewel neck, a pair of silver open toed strappy heels and her hair done up in a simple braided half up-half down while Narcissa went for a more appropriate dress befitting her status, a knee length back crepe dress in a rose and ivory color with lace accents on the chest and sides as well as the elbow length sleeves. She also wore a matching colored wide-brimmed hat as well to shield her face from the bright summer sun. Annabelle couldn't help but snort at the woman's last response.

"I highly doubt that, Aunt Cissa." The blond woman finally relented and sighed. "Fine, but you best believe me, I going to get you and Draco to start talking to each other like adults. The war is over and you both are practically family. It about time you children start acting like it." The raven-haired girl couldn't help but roll her eyes. Of course, Narcissa would do that. She has been trying to get her, Harry, and Draco to start talking to each other since the war ended and each time failed with Draco being the lead in all of them. The two turned around the corner to see the door leading to the spacious backyard was wide open and obvious sounds of people chattering under the shaded patio.

The moment was interrupted when a woman around Narcissa's age and a young man stepped inside from the backyard and started walking towards them. "O Theé mou! Narcissa, is that you?" (G) (Oh my goodness!) The woman said in a slightly thick accent. Narcissa smiled warmly as the two women met in the middle, both giving each other air kisses on the cheek before pulling away. "It is so nice to see you, Catalina. I see that the Maldive's weather looks marvelous on you. And you Blaise, seem to get more dashing every time I see you." Narcissa said towards the male that looks around Annabelle's age.

Blaise? As in Blaise Zabini? Annabelle thought, missing what Blaise's response was to Narcissa's comment as she finally got a good look at him. He had a light Mediterranean skin tone that seems to accentuate his rather handsome features. He was wearing a pair of tan khakis and a navy blue polo shirt while the woman wore something similar to Narcissa's outfit. "And this must be your niece whom you speak so highly of." She couldn't ignore the slight accent in the woman's voice as she snapped out of her thought and smiled as she tilts her head politely as Narcissa placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Annabelle darling, I want you to meet one of my closest friends, Catalina Zabini and this is her son, Blaise. I believe you have met him before in school?" Annabelle made a quick glance at him, noticing he was looking at her as well and they both found themselves shaking their head. "No, not formally but I believe we have had classes together," Blaise said with a slight smile, his rich voice echoed somewhat in the corridor. He must have been one of those student who didn't really stand out all too much in class, just answering the question when spoken to.

Narcissa smiled at this as she gazed briefly at Annabelle, a twinkle in her eye. "Looks like you both will have some things in common." She then turned her attention to her friend, a slight frown on her face. "Catalina, you won't be staying for the party?" The other woman sighed and shook her head, looking crestfallen at the opportunity to chat with her friend some more. "Unfortunately not. You have heard that Stepan was thinking about extending his law firm to Greece? Well, another popular law firm over there has decided to cause us some grief. Blaise and I are needed there to help dispell the situation." Narcissa tutted lightly at the news but didn't look too heartbroken about it.

"Then I won't keep you waiting then. Do owl me when the situation gets better. We need to have a chat over tea." Narcissa said with a bright smile as she gave her friend a hug goodbye and started walking towards the doors leading into the party. "Eláte, Blaise. Pigaínoume kalýtera. Its a pleasure to meet you, Annabelle." (G) (Come, Blaise. We best get going.) Catalina said with a smile towards her as she started walking down the opposite direction. Blaise flashed her a handsome smile as he reached out to hold her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back.

"I hope to see you again soon, Miss. Potter-Black." She couldn't help but stare into his chocolate brown eyes briefly before he released her hand and walked after his mother, his hands stuffed into his pant pockets. She quickly turned around to catch up with Narcissa, falling back into rhythm with her. "Handsome, isn't he?" She immediately asked, obviously teasing her. "Aunt Cissa!" Annabelle exclaimed, causing the woman to laugh as she gently patted her shoulder. "I know, dear. I know. Your heart already chose Cormac."

Before Annabelle could say any more, they were seconds away from stepping through the door into the backyard and she quickly prepped her facial features into something she knew Narcissa would be proud of. The moment they stepped on to the backyard, many pairs of eyes turned to gaze at them. Annabelle noticed at the shaded area was rather spacious to accommodate several round tables and two in-ground lounging areas on both sides of the patio. One was obviously taken over by people her age while the other was for the adults.

"Narcissa." A woman with golden blonde hair said as she walked over to the two with a kind smile on her face. "It is so good to see you here." She stated as the two adult women air kisses. "Of course, I wouldn't miss this for the world," Narcissa said with a light laugh before redirecting the conversation to Annabelle. "I want you to meet my niece, Annabelle. Annabelle, this is Adelaide Greengrass. Her oldest daughter is in the same year as you." Narcissa said as she made the proper introduction. Annabelle smiled as she politely tilts her head.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Adelaide." The other woman looked pleased as she motioned towards the 'kids' section. "My daughter is over there with her friends. I'm sure you all will get along well." Annabelle noticed the slight warning look in Narcissa's eyes as she made her way towards said direction while the two women went the opposite way, already deep in conversation. Annabelle noticed a familiar blonde male was already sitting there as she walked over, talking with his fellow Slytherins. Daphne Greengrass noticed her and stood up, bringing the attention of everyone else in the group. "I'm surprised you actually came." She said as she motioned for Annabelle to sit down in one of the open seats.

"Believe me, I wouldn't have come if wasn't for my aunt, Narcissa." She simply stated as she sat down in the chair which happened to be right next to Draco. The blonde male scoffs slightly. "And where is your dear brother?" Annabelle looked indifferent as she briefly looked at every in the area. "He is taking precautions. He wants to see if you are all still intent on hurting us." She said, cutting straight to the point. No need to sugar-coat things from the truth. A girl next to Daphne snorts as she lounged back in her chair. "If we wanted to hurt you, we would have done that the moment you stepped into the party." Daphne nodded in agreement and to the shock of Annabelle, she smiled and moved to sit down next to her.

"See, we all aren't going to kill you. We have moved past from the war."