Where There's a Will, There's a Way

By SiriusIsMyPuppy

Disclaimer: I own nothing anyone recognises from Harry Potter; those plots, characters, places, etc. are solely the property of Ms. J. K. Rowling (a true literary genius). If you don't recognise it, it's most likely mine.

Summary: What if there was a way to bring back the dead? A way that no one thought of before? When Remus's twin sister/Sirius's long-lost wife and children arrive at 12 Grimmauld Place to help the Order, they bring with them unexpected news and a big surprise.

Chapter One

'You see, Angella, what I've found is a way for you, in your own eyes, to redeem yourself to him. Perhaps, even, to your brother. I'm really not sure how he stands on that aspect. But, nonetheless, you're the only person who can help. I wouldn't dare ask another of your kind; they would trust me or the task I need done. But you…well, I know you would like to see this done. You will have to work with Severus, you understand that? And you can tell no one of what I'm having you do. I have already sworn your children to secrecy and they've agreed to help in whatever way they can. Please, accept this task I put to you, and perform it to the best of your ability, which I know to be of the utmost accomplishments.

Yours truly,

Albus Dumbledore'

Angella put the letter back on her desk. She knew what the Headmaster was asking of her, and was keen to get started on the project. There was only one problem: she was at the Vampyrik Academy in Berlin, Germany and he was at Hogwarts somewhere in the United Kingdom, as were the 'projects', for lack of a better term, that he wanted her to solve.

'Doro?'

A tall, dark haired, silver-eyed boy of sixteen poked his head around the library door.

'Yes, mother?' he asked, his tone that of mock boredom.

'Dumbledore just owled me. He says he spoke with you, Alli, and Trili about the task he wants done?'

'Yes,' he said, walking into the room and standing, with his hands folded in front of him, next to the doorframe.

'And the three of you have promised not to speak to anyone about it?'

'Yes.'

Angella sighed heavily. It was the sigh of a sad woman, kept waiting for so long for a chance to redeem herself in her husband's eyes; just to show him that she had never meant for any of it to happen. It had all been for the greater good. And besides, Tom had blackmailed her and threatened her family. What other choice had she had? She loved him more than life itself, but he had been too angry with her to hear reason, to hear her side of the story. Angella smiled softly to herself, a whispered chuckle escaping her lips.

'He always did have a bit of a temper…ran in his family,' she whispered, more to herself that to anyone in particular. She sighed again. 'That's one of the reasons I was so drawn to him…still am, as a matter of fact.'

'Umm…Mom?' Doro was still standing next to the doorframe. His hands were at his sides now and he was standing as someone who is a bit uncomfortable in a new place surrounded by new people; his posture spoke loudly of uncomfortableness.

Angella turned her head slightly so as to see her eldest son out of the corner of her eye. 'Yes, dear?'

'We're going to go and help, aren't we? I mean…Trili already thinks we are. She's got nearly her entire room packed into three bags. She's really excited, especially to see Dad, and, well, I mean…umm…It would crush her if we didn't get to go. If…if you decided that…that we weren't going back…I mean.'

She turned fully around in her chair this time, her eyes gleaming with welled up tears.

'Yes…we're going,' she said softly. 'Please, go and tell Headmistress Vivika and Bri`an that we are leaving for England once we are all packed. Make sure they understand that there will be no persuading us to stay. I don't expect Bri`an will understand…he will in due time, though. Go and tell them, now, please.'

'Yes, Mama.' And with that, the eldest of the triplets lovingly called The Trips, the one that looked most identical to his father, slipped out of the room, bowing to his mother.

Dumbledore paced his study, anxiously waiting for Angella's reply, even though he had just sent the owl flying out of his window into the starry night merely minutes ago.

She'll accept it, he thought to himself. 'She has to,' he thought aloud.

'From what you've told me of this lady, Dumbledore, she wouldn't even allow herself to say no in her darkest of nightmares,' said a wheezy-voiced portrait on the wall behind the high-backed Headmaster's chair.

'This is true,' said Dumbledore thoughtfully, more to the room at large, than the portrait. 'I doubt she'll send me a reply back in letter form, though, knowing her. She always was one to keep others waiting on tenterhooks, but expects everyone to do as she wants promptly…' He sighed, smiling to himself. 'Well, at least it's clear why she and Sirius ended up together; they truly are the perfect couple. And soon…very soon, we'll have the other perfect couple, their opposites-but-doubles back, and things will almost be as they were before…'

'Trili? TRILI! Come on, would you? Mom says we've got to go NOW!'

'Jeez, Alli, could you be any more Doro-ish? I'm excited too, but holy shit!' Trili came loudly down the stairs, dragging three trunks behind her, each tied one to the other in a straight line, much like elephants on a long journey travelling trunk-to-tail. 'And besides, Mom wouldn't leave without me, and I'm not leaving without my stuff, so…' She stuck her tongue out at her older brother as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

'I wouldn't be so sure about that, Tri,' said Doro as he came out of a door to the right of the stairs, closing it behind him. 'Remember that one time, when we were late getting to Hogwarts when the Academy was visiting for a bit, because we had to come back and get you. Mom had forgotten you because you slept in and Alli still had long hair, so she thought he was him and you all at the same time?' He and Alli started laughing at the memory as Trili stalked off, dragging her trunk-train behind her.

'Come on, you three! We've got to be at the Portkey in less than five minutes and this time, there won't be a coming back to get anybody!' came Angella's voice from down the hall.

'Coming, Mom!' called Alli and Doro in unison, rushing off towards her voice in the same direction Trili and her trunks had gone, they only carrying one trunk each.

They arrived at the Portkey with a minute and an half to spare. Angella laughed inwardly to herself at the site of what the old Headmaster had chosen as their mode of transportation: a tattered old cloak with a cliché-vampire neck piece. The outer fabric was black, the inner red. 'He really does have jokes,' she mumbled.

'It's slightly offending, Mom. I don't think it's funny,' Doro said to her right. His voice was prideful and slightly appalled.

'Well, there's no use standing her griping about it. Grab a hold, and keep a firm grip on your bags. I don't think they'll go flying off in the wrong direction, but I've never travelled by Portkey with luggage before. Trili, you might want All to grab the end of your last trunk in his other hand, just to be on the safe side. Okay, ready? Grab a hold, Doro, grab a hold! I can't come back and get you once we're there…ok, anytime now…yes, one…two…'

YANK!

And they were off, zooming over Western Europe, over the Channel, to the north of the UK, and finally landing with a jolt in Dumbledore's office. He, Professors McGonagall, Sinistra, Snape, and Flitwick were waiting for them.

'Ah, Angella, children. We've been expecting you,' said Dumbledore with a smile.

'Professors. How are you?' Angella replied, nodding to each in turn and shaking Dumbledore's hand.

'I'm so very glad you've decided to accept my offer, Angella. I really had no one else to ask…'

'I know, Dumbledore, I know. I'm just glad to have the chance…I wouldn't have said no, if my reputation or citizenship within the Community had depended on it. I'd rather have my family back…all of my family…'