Chapter 1 Paternal Confrentations

Emily Black was not happy. She was sat in the food court of the cross-chanel ferry from Calais to Dover and scowling out at the turbelent water outside the thick glass windows.

"Em, What's the matter now?" She turned her eyes blazing to her fifteen year old twin Brother.

"What would be the matter Mark?" She spat at him sarcastically, "No everything's fine. For you anyway."

Mark groaned "Em we've been over this You know why you can't go to Hogwarts this year. Professer Dumbledore said.."

"Professer Dumbledore can go to hell! If Hogwarts has some major problem with me why can't I stay at Beauxbatons?" Emily reponded the bitterness and anger seeping through.

"Emily Julia Black we've not seen our Father since we were one and I for one would actually like to be a family!" Mark said his voice raised.

"Mark we were never a family or do you not remember the circumstanses of our birth?"

Mark winced heavily at the painfully true statement.

Mark Sirius and Emily Julia Black had been born on the 8th July had been the result of a one night stand between infamous ladiesman Sirius Black and Julia Alexander, a former member of Ravenclaw house who had been two years older than the Black heir. Julia had insisted on keeping the children and her pregnancy from her family and Sirius and he had only found out the results of a drunken night in The Three Broomsticks when he had been contacted after Julia had died giving birth to the children. They had been brought up by their Father and the maruaders until Halloween 1981 when they were given to their paternal Grandmother Walburga Black who promptly dumped them on a series of Tutors and Nanny's in the Cot d'azur region of France. They had been looked after in this way up until the ages of eleven when they entered the Beauxbatons acadamy of Magic. They were both physically and mentally extrodinary. Their were both aritocratic in their looks and both possessed icey blue eyes that had a tendency to burn a hole in ones soul. They were academically gifted but they differed in how they used their intellect. Mark had followed his fathers footsteps in being a general genius with an emphasis on mischeve making. Emily on the other hand was cruelly intelligent, she possesed a razor sharp wit and tongue and had a tendency to intimedate the less adademic. She possesed a bitter and shrewish nature that was countered by her brothers natural easy going personality.

"Besides", Emily said her tone full of malice, "If we were going to be a family then why have we only been contacted now, two whole Bloody years since our beloved 'Father' escaped Azkaban? Doesn't seem to put us awfully high up his list of priorities."

"Em you don't know that." Mark said sharply, "And we should at least give him a second chance."

Emily's jaw clenched in anger and her eyes flashed a disconcerting shade of amber fury evident in her cold, bitter expression.

Mark swallowed, he hated his sister being like this he knew that she bore grudges but her bitterness over the move to England was disturbing. He knew that it wasn't entirely her fault, circumstances were against her and she blamed their Father for not being their to stop them happening.

"Come on Em we're pretty much there, We'd better get ready, we don't want to keep Remus waiting."

"No wouldn't do at all" she muttered sarcastially as she picked up her bag and grabbed the handle of her trunk. Dragging it towards the pedestiran exit of the ferry.

Remus Lupin stood on the other side of customs at dover ferry waiting for the Black twins to emerge. Albus had said that some interesting things about the two of them. Mark was apparently identical to his father in apperence and personality, Emily on the other hand was a mystery up until last year she been reported to be a quiet, intelligent girl, something had happened that had evidentally turned her into the bitter, sarcastic and cruel girl that Albus had expressed his worries about. Something that Remus knew the pain of too well. Some monster had turned the little girl that had played with Harry at Godric's hallow and had begged for rides on Padfoo' into a twisted creature that turned into a wolf at full moon.

"Uncle Remus!"

Remus looked across the crowd to see two strikingly good looking children make their way towards him. Mark was shoving his way through the crowd in eagerness to see his long-lost adoptive uncle while Emily followed behind him her features fixed in a cold unwelcoming expression. Reaching Remus Mark hugged him laughing and beaming at his Father's friend.

"It's great to see you Mark! and you Emily"

"Hello Remus, long time no see" Emily said her face evidently emplying the resentment at being abandoned by her Father's oldest friend

"Emily you know the UK law on Werewolves, I'm not allowed to look after anyone elses children" He looked at her pleading at her to drop to cool facade and forgive him.

"Funny that, due to your and my 'Father's' lack of contact I now do know the inter-national werewolf legislation off by heart for obvious reasons"

Remus and Mark both winced at this and the ice queen's eyes gleamed in cruel triumph.

"Em this isn't the place now to pour salt over old wounds, lets get you two home" Remus said trying to maintain his composure.

Mark's eyes lit up in exitement again and Emily's scowl depened at Remus brought a empty coke can out of his pocket.

"Put your finger on it now..one, two, three"

They Vanished in a flash of blue light and reappered in a small courtyard in the centre of a cul de'sac of houses.

"Right you both need to read this" Remus said pulling a scrap of parchment out of his tattered robes.

The Head-Quarters of The Order of the Phoenix may be found at Number 12 Grimmauld Place

The momment they read it a door emerged from between No 11 and 13 and then slowly the rest of the house emerged, dark and foreboading.

"In you go" Remus said attempting to smile at Emily who's expression had the same lethal quality to it as a basalisk.

The Black siblings moved slowly into the house of their ancestors. There were cobwebs everywhere and the hall way had the same atmosphere as a crypt.

"Everyone's in the kitchen I think we're in time to get dinner, their probably discussing Harry's trial tomorrow..."

Remus hadn't thought that Emily's glare could've got any colder but it managed it. He broke off uneasily...She evidentally bore a grudge against Harry. Why he didn't know but the concequences were'nt going to be pleasent he could guarentee that now.

"In here." Remus gestered to the door in front of them.

Mark burst throught the door into the room filled with people grinning at them all. Emily gracfully stepped around her hyperactive twin into the now silent room. Her frosty gaze looked down the long table at the swarm of people sat around the long table. The hordes of redheds in well worn clothing, the man with the magical eye and half his face missing, the squat man sat examining the crested forks, the girl with bushy hair, the woman who slightly resembled her but with purple hair then at the far end of the table, the boy, messy black hair, lopsided glasses, the famous scar just visible as if to taunt her of it's existance. The wonder boy was sat in her place were she was supposed to if he hadn't messed her life up by being the bloody boy who lived. She was meant to be down there sat next the figure with long matted black hair. The figures head rose to look at her, their eyes perfectly identical copies of each other but while the mans eyes looked at her in happiness then confusion, Emily glared straight into his soul with her furious eyes. Bitterness and blame seeping out of them.

"Hello Father"