Krysteena Black, was stretched out on the bed, in her room, and in the Burrow. Also known as the Black Head Quarters, and now home of the Order Of The Phoenix. Her father was a follower and her mother was unknown to her, and she had a father figure, also known as, Sirius Black. He was the brother of her father, Regulas, and he seemed to be the closet thing she had to a real father. She had welcomed the fact her home was turned into the Headquarters of the Order, her door creaked open, and she took a quick look up to see George Weasley standing there.
"Hey Krys" He murmured.
"George" She nodded thoughtfully.
He swallowed, she always had a dark appearance that seemed to scare more than just him, it seemed to even scare Ginny sometimes, and he was one of the only ones who dared to talk to her. Even though they all were scared she would eat him alive, and then use him, and even though Serious assured them, nothing would happen, they were always worried.
*****
Caitlin was in the living room, watching the house elves do all the work, and sighed. She missed her home, she missed everything about it, and now she was here. Not that it was a bad thing, it was more of a scary thought. Serious had welcomed her so kindly into the home, she hadn't known why, and she loved living with her bestfriend, but sometimes you just need your family [i]not[/i] someone else.
"Hey Caitlin" Someone whispered.
Caitlin turned and saw Harry standing there, his hair sticking out in a hundred different directions, which made it look like he hadn't combed it. She giggled. "hey Harry"
"How are you?" He asked.
"Been better" She paused. "I miss my home"
"I know" He looked down, his hands in his pockets and his gaze still on the floor. "But your parents were being well – over reactive?"
"Don't" She warned.
"Alright" Harry shrugged before walking out of the room.
*****
Vicky was sitting in the family tree room, looking at all the burns and she felt stunned to see, Serious Black to have been burned off the tree, and she then later saw Krysteena had as well. She didn't seem to enjoy the fact of dis-ownment, but it seemed rather popular. She looked around and noticed, how Narcissa was linked to Lucius Malfoy, and on top of that, she noticed something. She covered her mouth. She couldn't believe it. She left the room quickly, up the stairs, and bumped into Serious.
"What's wrong Victoria?" He asked with a small hint of worry, but yet panic.
"Nothing" She lied and walked upstairs.
Ron turned the corner, knocked into Vicky and she looked half stunned. He blushed and looked down, before scurrying off into the kitchen where Molly, his mom, had called him. Vicky shrugged and started walking when all she heard was.
"Ronald Weasley, you better hope you didn't burn my cake"
"Sorry mum" Ron ran out and Vicky grabbed his arm.
"Did you burn her cake?" She asked.
"No," He paused. "Not intentionally"
"You oaf" Vicky joked pushing him slightly. "You really are a klutz"
*****
Later that evening everyone in the actual Order, besides the kids, was called, not by the head of the order. By Serious himself. They were all sitting at the table, George had lowered one of the newest inventions, only to be destroyed by Crookshanks. He cursed under his breath, only to be elbowed by Krysteena in the gut, and he looked at her as if she was the cruelest thing alive.
"Serious, if you know who the mother is – you must speak up" Remus pursued.
"Well, it's only one thing – I can't tell a soul, and I promised my brother I would never tell. Only in time, I will tell her, it's in my will if I die, and if I need to, I will tell her just before" Serious explained.
"That isn't fair to her – or the others" Molly interjected.
"I am her god parents, Molly, not you" Serious stood and his chair creaked across the floor boards.
The room fell silent, the kids of the Order all went into Krysteena's room, and she went into the closet. You saw a picture of Regulas standing by the water with a hooded figure, and they watched Krysteena eye it before grabbing a sweater. She slid it on before sitting on her bed. They all looked at George before leaving him alone with her.
*****
"Is she going to eat him alive?" Ginny whispered.
Fred shook his head, Harry and Vicky laughed under their breath before walking up to the other room, right above Krysteena and Fred pressed an ear to the floor, he sighed when he heard nothing.
"I can't hear a thing" He complained.
"Good" Hermione snapped.
"Whatever" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Can you all stop?" Vicky asked politely. "You're making big deals – when Krysteena is having a big deal, she doesn't know who her mother is, and they know"
"Harry has the same problem – he didn't grow up with his parents" Caitlin barged.
"We all know that" Most of them said in unison.
*****
Krysteena looked at George slightly confused, laying back, she looked up at the ceiling looking for something to get her out of boredom and soon the weight of the bed shifted. George was lying beside her propped up on an elbow.
"Yes?" She looked at him.
"I am sorry" He whispered his sweet breath on his tongue.
"It's alright" She whispered back.
"No, not really" He pushed a piece of hair out of her face. "You basically raised yourself – all alone – and now I find it so hard to believe when it's just the truth"
Krysteena shrugged and looked back up at the ceiling, as if on cue, George got up, just as the door opened and there stood Serious. He motioned for Krysteena to come with him, she got up and walked out of the room, leaving her bold but sweet scent to linger in the air, and let George have the opportunity to smell what she really is like, all alone.
Serious guided her to the room, downstairs, filled with Order adults, and she fiddled with her thumbs. She didn't look up at anyone, her crystal grey-blue eyes were examining the table's cracks and dents from the twins earlier that week.
"Look at me" Remus muttered.
Krysteena looked up her eyes burning with a hidden fire, Molly covered her mouth, and she saw Krysteena's mother's appearance burning threw like a black sheep in a heard of white. She looked back down.
"Serious" Molly gasped. "You have to tell her"
"Tell me what?" Krysteena looked up. "That my father was a follower – I knew that – that maybe in a possible chance, my mother is dead or alive – I knew that – and what else do you want to throw on me? That Lord Voldemort wants me dead? I think I knew that too"
The whole room fell into a quiet silence, Krysteena pushed out her chair, and walked into the hallway her anger raging. She walked to her room and saw George still there, he saw the anger and sat down on her bed beside her. She looked at him her eyes burning onto his.
*****
The rooms, all fell silent by night fall, only to bring on the terrors for everyone, and the way Krysteena's mother had once scolded Molly, came to mind. In her mind she compared both of the scolds, they were both identical, but yet Regulas was buried deep behind the anger, as if screaming for someone to help.
The night fall soon passed onto Midnight, to twilight and until the crack of dawn, as if on cue, by the breaking dawn, the screams of Krysteena's past raged threw everyone.
