A/N:...

Chapter One

"You should have seen Umbridge's face!" I laughed, rocking back on the broom.

"Priceless. How many of those fireworks did we set off again?" Fred cackled.

"I dunno, but mate, that look shall forever more be stuck in my mind." George gasped for air.

I laughed again, the wind ruffling my hair, my broom a comforting presence as we flew across the skies.

These two have been a pestering team of mine since the very beginning. First year I had been a quiet girl, not even noticed by half of the teachers. Then one day, Filch had cornered me because I was quiet and constantly abused me verbally, calling me a nasty little mudblood, even though I'm pureblood.

And step in the Weasley twins.

They'd chased off Filch and Mrs. Norris, and then looked at me, huddled in a corner and crying softly, as usual.

"Are you-" one started, "-Okay?" the other finished.

That had been the beginning. And now, here we were, in our seventh year, destroying the rule of Umbridge's terror.

"Should I mention that I destroyed all of those revolting kitten plates?" I asked. Fred looked at me, mouth gaping, while George erupted into another fit of laughter.

"Mate, if she ever catches you, you are so dead."

I shrugged at George. "Whatever. It was so worth it."

Fred started his round of cackling, and I ended up joining him. I could imagine the look on her face when she enters her office, just to see all of he babies on the floor in pieces. Not to mention a cheery note from me. "Oh yeah, I left her a cheery goodbye note with the plates."

And enter round three of laughter.

"George, what would we have done if we'd never met Tara?" Fred asked, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

"Twin, we wouldn't have done half of the things we did with her." George answered rather comically.

"Very true Twin. So Tara, what are you going to do now we've gone?" they asked at the same time.

"I don't know. Maybe I'll go visit dad and help out around the Order. I haven't seen him in a while." I shrugged.

"I do believe Sirius isn't there right now. Wasn't he on a trip to see Harry?"

My heart sunk, and I lowered my head. "Probably." I murmured.

George and Fred shared a look. "Don't tell us-" George started. "-He's visited Harry more than you?" Fred finished.

I was silent.

"I don't know why, and I don't want to talk about it." I snapped half heartedly, falling back a bit.

The journey was silent until we grew closer to Grimmauld Place. "I'll see you guys next time I'm in Diagon Alley, okay?" I asked before flying down, jumping off my broom, and entering the building.

Silence greeted me. "Hello?" I called down the hall, ready to pull the curtain over one of my relatives whos name and relation escapes me. Surprisingly though, she's only screamed at me once, when I tried to move her painting to dust.

The hallways were abandoned, the house silent. It was unnerving really. My father wasn't here, as was predicted, most likely visiting Harry in his Animagi form. A pang of hurt and jealousy surged through me. Sirius went to see Harry all the time, and yet me, his own daughter, once in the last year.

Tears stung my eyes, and in frustration, I toppled over a coathanger. That's when the shrieking started. I stalked over to the painting, letting her see it was only me, and she quieted, noticing my hurt.

"What is wrong?" she asked in a clipped tone, yet kindness there, if only a small amount. Okay, I admit it, I sobbed my heart out, told her everything. And surprisingly, for a Black, she sympathized with me, comforted me. And you know what? Turns out she's my Grandmother.

After a while, I closed her curtains, went upstairs to my empty room, not yet inhabited by me, and sat down on the bed with a sigh. My life was beginning to change.

My father doesn't even see me, I haven't seen my godparents or my family in months, my friends and I destroyed the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and now I'm a runaway from the Ministry. Won't dad be thrilled to hear about that one. Actually, considering the things he's done, he actually might.

As that though made its way in my mind, my stomach grumbled loudly. "Great." I sighed again, getting up and heading towards the kitchen.

I stumbled upon Kreacher as well, and he merely nodded and continued on his normal route of mumblings about my father. The only reason he tolerates me, I believe, is because his 'mistress' in the portrait doesn't scream at me.

The kitchen was worn, well used, and had a rather clean air about it, considering it hasn't been used in years. I made myself some rather pleasant tea, and a sandwich, which I ate slowly. I was just putting away the dishes in the sink when I heard the front door open with a loud crack, starting up grandma's shrieking again. I drew my wand, hurrying out of one of the two entrances to the kichen, and pulled the curtains shut, crooning that it was only me to the very angered woman, who started ranting about this home being in the hands of her deserting son and his pureblood daughter.

Turning around, I went back down the stairs. "Hello?" I called out curiously, wondering who on earth would be coming home now.

"Tara?"

I whirled.

"Dad."

A/N: *whistles innocently*