Author's Note: This story is compliant with my other stories, which anyone who has read them will be able to figure out.

Rory Black was that girl. The one that every girl wants to be, the one that every guy wants to be with. Tall, with shiny, shoulder-length, dark brown hair, she was easily considered beautiful. Her eyes were the most attractive part about her. They were light gray, molten like silver, with just a hint of blue in just the right light.

James Potter knew the exact lighting that made that blue come out in her eyes, what made her laugh, and what made her mad.

They had met the second day of first year.

Rory had been standing in front of the common room fire, wishing to see her grandmother's head appear in it, when she had been bowled over by a blur. The blur reformed itself into the shape of James S. Potter. She had never spoken to him before, but she knew who he was. Of course she did. Everyone did.

"Oh," said the disheveled boy. "Sorry 'bout that. Didn't see you there."

Rory stared at him.

"Maybe you should get your eyes checked, then. I'm perfectly visible."

James smirked. "I like you. My name is James-"

"Potter." Rory cut him off before he could finish his name. "I know."

"What's your name?"

"Lorlei. But you can call me Rory."

"Well, then, Miss Rory, may I escort you down to breakfast?" he held out his hand in a gallant gesture. Rory rolled her eyes and stalked past him, ignoring his outstretched hand.

She was halfway down the hallway outside the portrait when James Potter caught up to her. He persisted on bugging her all the way to breakfast, and then sitting beside her in every class. By the end of the day, they were inseparable.

It was the summer after first year when James received a letter inviting him and Fred to Rory's house for a week. Both happily agreed.

"Oh my." Ginny said as she stood on the front walk of the house. It was a fairly normal sized house, but there was a faint air of mystery and intrigue that surrounded the cross-timbered house with its own private wood, berry bushes, and still green pond. James was ecstatic. Ginny went to ring the door bell, but the door opened before she could touch it. A woman stood at the doorway. She was in her late fifties, with long blonde hair, heavily streaked with gray. Her eyes were wide and blue. They seemed sad, but still innocent as a child's. She smiled.

"Hello. My name is Cassieopia Black. I'm Rory's grandmother. You must be James and Fred, yes?"

The boys nodded shyly. Suddenly, a dark head shot out from around the woman. Rory, wearing a sundress and a huge grin, screamed "James! Fred!" The Boys grinned and immediately followed Rory further into the house, leaving Ginny alone with this woman.

"Um. Your house is quite lovely." Said Ginny awkwardly. Cassieopia turned around and laughed. "Oh, dear. You seem so uncomfortable. I don't bite. Come in, have a cup of tea."

Ginny smiled awkwardly. "Thank you, Mrs Black." Cassieopia's head shot up. Her head whirled around. Ginny was startled. Cassieopia's face was shocked and wary, as well as a bit sad. She relaxed after a moment.

"I'm sorry, dear, its just that I haven't been called Mrs Black in a very long time. Mrs Black was my husband's mother. You can call me Cassi."

Ginny nodded. She followed Cassi down a long corridor, evidently leading to the kitchen. She passed Wizarding photos on the walls. There was a much younger-looking Cassi, holding a two year old boy. There was a man and a woman in a wedding picture, and one of the same man and woman holding a baby Rory. There were many pictures of Rory, riding bikes, or eating ice cream, or just laughing. Most seemed to have been taken at another house.

"Cassi, if you don't mind me asking, why are you raising Rory?"

Cassi's shoulder's sank. "My son and his wife were killed two years ago. Rory came to live with me after that."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. They were Aurors, they knew what they were getting into. It was a hard transition on Rory, I think. You see, Alessander, my son, and his wife lived in France, so moving here was hard for Rory."

"Yes, I imagine so. What was your son's wife's name?"

"Morgaine. She was a very pretty woman, very sweet. He met her at Beauxbatons."

"Your son went to school in France?"

"Yes, because I lived there at the time. I'm British, but when I found out I was pregnant with Alex, I moved to France. After he was married, I moved back, to be closer to my old roots."

Ginny was thinking. A sneaking suspicion was crawling up her spine. She had a hunch about who this woman was.

"How old was Alex when he died?"

"He was only 33."

33. That was one year younger than Harry, meaning that the timing could be right. The last name, the story, they all fit.

"Cassi, if you don't mind me asking, was your husband Sirius Black?"

Cassi looked out the window.

"Yes."

Rory screamed as James dumped her into the Black Lake. She surfaced seconds later, ready to kill. James could hardly move for his laughter, and was taken by surprise when Rory pulled him in after her. It was just after the second year finals, and everyone was partying.

Fred was chatting with a few girls on the banks by the willow tree. He rolled his eyes at his best friends' antics. Rory spouted water at James, who promptly splashed her. Victoire lazily wandered over to Fred. She whispered,

"Five Galleons says they're together before the end of fifth year."

Fred looked up.

"You're on."

The cousins shook hands.