Disclaimer: Big surprise, I don't own it... otherwise I'd be rich! Filthy, filthy rich...and famous, and Sirius would be very much alive!

Thanks to Narcissa B Malfoy and Death Eater Bella for motivation and editing help! I heart you both!

This is NOT DH compliant and is based after HBP, probably a few years later. However! Sirius is not dead, neither is dear old Voldy, but Dumbledore is. Obviously this is OC/Sirius centric, but lots more drama is involved! Lots of Fred and George, also has Tonks, Remus, Draco, Charlie, along with the usual crowd. Enjoy...

(Slightly revised, I'm slowly trying to fix up the little mistakes (like spelling, grammar), not story wise, sorry for any confusion.)

Taking the first step

Stepping into the shop wasn't the hard part.

I've just got to walk in, that's all…

Talking to old school friends wasn't the hard part.

"Hey you guys!" The store was completely empty, but at 12:30 on a Wednesday, I had expected as much. Most people were probably out getting lunch, which is where I hoped to be soon.

"….Fred? George? …Guys? GUYS!" Where the hell are they???

"We're out back!" Yelled – I think it was George...

"Wow, when did you learn to scream so loud?" Fred said, feigning to ring out his ears as I walked into the back of the store. I stuck my tongue out at him. Laughing, he rushed over and hugged me tightly. George followed suit.

"A pleasure to see you after so long!" He said before they both went back to digging strange objects out of a box in the centre of the room. I took a seat at the table which was crowded by a myriad of strange coloured boxes and vials of who knows what.

"Yea, how long has it been George, since we last saw our dear friend?" I cringed at the hint of bitter sarcasm.

"A few months, I believe. Though there was an owl thrown in here and there." So I haven't been the best with staying in touch with my friends after graduating from Hogwarts, but I had my reasons!!

"Interesting." Fred said, raising an eyebrow. I gave them a weak and guilty smile. After all, I had a favour (or two) to ask, so I wasn't going to argue…for once. They knowingly smiled at each other before turning back to me.

In unison they asked, "How can we help?" How did they know?

"I need a job?" They were confused. And they didn't believe me. This is a good start…

They had every right to be confused because you see, my family, the Dakin's, are rich to say the least. Not just 'oh my god they own a mansion' rich. No, no. It was more like 'oh my god she got diamond earrings for saying her first words' kind of rich. I was up there with the Malfoy's! So yeah, it was strange that I was asking for a job.

"Close your mouth, boys. The truth is…" This is going to be easy to explain… "I had, sort of, a falling out with my parents and so I moved out." At this news, the boys mouths fell even lower; they didn't seem to buy it completely. "I mean, I have enough in my account to last a long while, but it wouldn't hurt to get a job, right? So I thought, why not try, considering you two are the most awesome friends ever! And I am such a lovely person that could prove to be a valuable employee with excellent customer service skills!" Speaking of blabbing buffoons! I plastered a wide cheesy grin on my face, which actually kind of hurt. The boys chuckled as I tried to 'sell' my case to them. They looked at each other then back at me. They sure do that a lot!

"Like you even had to ask!" Fred quirked.

"We'd be more than happy to oblige!" I sighed inwardly. I knew they'd say yes, but still…

"Really!? Oh Merlin!" One down, one more to go. "Thank you so much! I really do appreciate it!" Oh so very much!

"Hell! You can start tomorrow if you want!" George went on with a shrug.

"After you tell us what happened with your parents." Fred added pointedly.

Now came the REALLY hard part.

"I… err… well, it's complicated." I laughed nervously. I could feel sweat breaking out... I wondered how they'd take it. They both had put down whatever they were doing and were now looking at me, clearly quite concerned. This wasn't helping one bit! "Well, ok…" It's now or never! I bit my lip before continuing. "You both know I'm pure blood, but I don't hold too much stock in the 'blood' way of thinking." They both nodded. Sensing perhaps the difficulty I was having, they both came and sat at the table on either side of me. Looking at them both, touched by their concern I continued, "Well, my parents seem to care very much about it all. And so, they decided it would be best to, err, well, bcom-eath-trs." I said the last part VERY fast.

"They what?" Fred asked. Damn. Taking a deep breath I repeated, "They became Death Eaters."

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