Chapter one
Aryella stood facing the one house she had hoped to never see again. The front porch hadn't changed in ten years, the same black faded wood and rusted gold door knocker, same faded paint on the dusty windows and it still felt the same cold damp and scary. She always thought how ironic it was that the outside of this house matched the cold hearted woman that had once lived inside.
Aryella pulled the hood of her black cloak further over her head as a gust of wind attempted to pull it off, hideing her brown curls once again. Questions swam in her head will he be here? I wonder what he looks like? Will he like me? and most importantly, Will he remember me? Aryella let out a breath to calm her nerves. Squaring her shoulders and raising her head like she was trained she knocked twice using the gold door knocker to her advantage.
The door opened revealing a man with faded scares running down his face. He wore shabby pieces of clothing, with warn out wholes but his smile was warm and welcoming, just as it had been since the day Aryella was born. He hadn't changed much over the years add a scare here or there,but other then that same kind blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. Over all Remus Lupin hadn't changed much at all.
"I'm glade you decided to come." Remus Lupin said with a hint of a smile. Remus opened the door further and stood to the side to let the girl pass
"Hmmm... Well don't thank me yet." Aryella arched one of her perfectly sculptured eyebrows, patted Remus on the chest mockingly and walked past.
"I'm in for a interesting year I do believe" Remus mutters to himself. He closes the door and shakes his head with a smile on his face and follows after Aryella.
As Aryella walked the halls of this god forsaken house she remembered her time spent here all the memories the black memories and the white memories and the in between.
The last obstacle of her journey was the black swinging door shielding her from what lay inside or more likely who lay inside. So just like she was trained she squared her shoulders held her head high with pride, and to add a little flare a smirk that could rival the famous Malfoy smirk. Oh I am good, I'm Aryella and I'm going to rock this shit.
Aryella pushed the door opened and stepped into the brightly lite kitchen her hood still covering her face. Everyone in the room slowly stops talking and whispers begin. "Who is that girl" "what does she want" Remus stood behind her patted her on the shoulder comfortingly as if a father would a daughter and takes a place at the dinning room table. Know he's just another face swimming in the crowd of people cluttered into the tiny kitchen.
"We have a new member she will be staying here until school has started, child why don't you introduce yourself to the people who don't know you." Aryella looks to the person who had spoken, he hasn't changed much, doesn't look a day over one hundred as he always has.
Albus Dumbledore gave Aryella a encouraging smile, a twinkle always present in his crystal blue eyes. Aryella took off her black hood and let her wild curls fall out around her framing her unblemished skin, her eyes a beautiful shade of grey, her naturally pouty lips turned up in a smirk. Aryella's right hand is placed on her hip, her left dangling carelessly. Over all she looked hot and she sure as hell knows how to work it.
The younger male red heads were starring with there mouths open, Remus had a smile on his face and shaking his head at the beauty, Tonks just smirked right back knowing exactly who this person was. The other adults sitting around the table were confused as to who she was, and then it started the whispers increased but Hermione was the loudest of all.
"What is SHE doing here she can't be here she's a death eater!..." She continued here speech, but Aryella paid no mind, she had heard it all before. In all the four years they have gone to school together they have never got along. Harry on the hand seemed shocked but what was even more shocking was that he seemed excited too. This year just got extremely interesting thought Harry a smile forming on his face.
Aryella heard none of this she was zoned in one person and one person only the ghat looking man at the head of the table. He seemed to be a shadow of his former self, still as handsome as ever but more solan then before. As Aryella starred at the man she started to become self conscious. She placed her hands at her side stood up straight and starred as if she was unsure of how to continue. What should I do? Aryella wondered.
Sirius Black sat at the head of his dinning room table staring at a ghost from his life before prison, why does she look so familiar? Who is she? She can't be? Can she? No she's dead she died. The day I lost everything, I lost her too. As Sirius started at this mystery person a voice rung out in his head two words he'd thought he would never hear again.
"What the hell is ARYELLA BLACK doing here!"