Full Summary: Follow the life of Acacia Rosier, from innocent girl to talented Death Eater. See the life of a Death Eater for what it really is, and explore her relationships with family and friends. What happened to make her become this way? Will her loyalty to the Dark Lord ever waver? Watch the ice spread.

"She's gone from wearing her heart on her sleeve, to keeping it in an airtight jar on her desk."

Chapter One: Warrior's Little Girl

Age: Birth

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or any of the plots in the later chapters. (9 onwards) I do, however, own any plot twists before then and a few mixed in later on, and I also own any characters that have just been introduced into this story. If you wish to use any of them in story of your own, please ask before doing so. If you're a skilled writer and such, I'll have no problem!

The screams of pain echoed to the drawing room, where family members of the young woman waited, silent. Their ears strained for the triumphant cry of the father, welcoming his second son into the world.

His first child, Evan, sat in an armchair by the fire, his feet dangling over the edge. The tiny boys face flushed with delight as the screaming ceased, and the welcome wail of a newborn baby met their ears. The blonde haired woman sitting upon the sofa sighed with relief.

"Listen to that, Druella, my dear!" exclaimed Cygnus Black from the doorway, where he stood gazing up the stairway to the second landing. "The beautiful cry of young Ethan Rosier!"

"Now, now. Don't get excited! How do you know it's an Ethan?" Cygnus met his wife's criticizing smile with a frown.

"The midwife said…"

"Midwifes are sometimes wrong, Daddy. Even if they do use magic." Andromeda's voice drifted up from the floor, where she sat crossed legged in front of a chess board.

"Knight to F6!" commanded Bellatrix, who sat across from her younger sister. Smiling slightly, the 9-year-old gazed up at her father. "Remember, Daddy? They though Narcissa was a little baby brother." She smirked over at her youngest sibling, who had inherited her mothers blue eyes and blonde hair. "You're not a boy, right, Cissy?"

"No!" Narcissa ran across the room, sending chess pieces scattering in every which direction, eager not to be stepped on by the upset 5-year-old. She latched onto her father's leg, as tears started to make their way down her pale cheeks. "Daddy?" Her voice trembled slightly, as did her tiny body.

"Oh, Cissy. You were always my baby girl…"

"You're not the only one, with a baby girl, it seems." Everyone turned to look at the stairs, where and elderly midwife stood. She had smiling green eyes, and was wiping the blood from her hands with a handkerchief.

"It's a girl?" Across the room, Druella leapt to her feet.

"Oh yes!" The midwife looked just as excited as the baby girl's aunt. "Beautiful angel, she is. Looks just like Miss AnnaSophia. Still needs a name, though… judging by the father's reaction, he was expecting a boy."

"He was..." Grunted Cygnus, lifting a now beaming Narcissa into his arms.

Druella had crossed the room to stand next to her husband, Evan clutching one of her hands. Andromeda and Bellatrix had risen also, and were now standing just behind her mother, eyes wide and filled to the brim with excitement. Bellatrix flipped her hair, dark and thick, over her shoulder and said, with an air of impatience: "Well, can we see our new little cousin now, or not?"

Andromeda elbowed her sister in the side, and muttered something about being polite.

"Lay off, Andy! She said they haven't named her yet, and I have ideas! You need brains to have ideas, you know." She looked suddenly serious, watching her sister closely for a reaction.

"I have ideas!" Andromeda snapped, annoyance flashing across her pretty features. "And brains!"

"Andromeda, you have about as much brains as a boiled-"She stopped, catching her mothers warning look.

The midwife laughed nervously, stepping aside to clear the stairway. "It's the third door on the left, Miss Black."

Bellatrix and Andromeda started pushing each other out of the way, each trying to get ahead of the other. Narcissa wiggled free of her fathers grip, dropped to the floor, and charged up the stairs, Evan at her heels.

Ambrose Rosier sat on the bed beside his wife, gazing down at the tiny bundle in his arms. A slight smile crossed his harsh face as the tiny, nameless babe shook her hands at him. A chuckle sounded from beside him, and the tiny hand enclosed itself around a long, white, finger.

"It's a girl." He stated, as his newborn daughter made a noise like a mewing cat.

"Yes dear, I know." AnnaSophia smiled at her husband, blue eyes shining with pride. "Our own little girl! I love Evan. But I can't dress him up in flowing petticoats and silk corsets!"

Ambrose smiled and leaned in to kiss his wife, when the door banged open. In ran Evan and Narcissa, cries of delight emanating from both. They were closely followed by Druella and Andromeda, the latter bleeding from the nose.

"What happened to you, Andromeda?" asked AnnaSophia from her spot on the bed.

"Oh, nothing, Auntie Sophie." Andromeda joined her sister and cousin to fawn over the new baby.

Cygnus and Bellatrix entered the room, both looking rather annoyed. Bellatrix had gotten out of hand in the fight to get up the stairs first, and was sporting a split lip. All annoyance, however, fled from her face when she saw the tiny bundle.

"Did ya name her yet? Did ya?" She ran to her aunt's side, and clambered unto the bed beside her.

AnnaSophia laughed, and moved over to make a bit of room. "No, we haven't. Do you have any ideas, dear?"

"Jaime?" Andromeda suggested.

"No," Ambrose shook his head. "It needs to be special."

"Nymphadora?"

"That's too special, dear."

"Evan Jr.?" Evan stared at his family, as they stared back.

A sudden chorus of laughter rang around the room, blocking Bellatrix's suggestion from everyone's ears except her own.

"What was the, Bella?" AnnaSophia put her arm around her niece, as the laughter started to die down.

"I-I said, Acacia Branwen." Bellatrix flushed slightly, eyes downcast.

"Acacia Branwen Rosier. I like it…" Ambrose smiled at his nice, reaching over to ruffle her hair, and then turned to his wife. "Sophie-bear?"

"I like it too, but can we add something?"

"What?" Ambrose watched his wife closely.

"Bella. Acacia Bella Branwen Rosier."

"Really?" Bellatrix sounded excited. "After me?"

"Of course, dear. Where did you come up with that name, anyways?" AnnaSophia took the newly christened baby from her husband, and gazed into the babes strikingly blue eyes. It was almost like looking into a tiny mirror.

"Well," Bellatrix flushed furiously, and started to curl some of her cousin's wispy black hair around her finger. "I was saving it for my daughter someday, but I think it's more suitable for baby Rosier."

"What do they mean?"

"'Well, Acacia means 'thorn", and Branwen means 'beautiful raven'." Bellatrix looked extremely proud of herself.

The door behind Cygnus opened, and the midwife stood there. She looked stern.

"Alright, Miss Rosier needs rest! Let's go, out, out!"

Everyone, crooning over how beautiful baby Acacia was, started to clear out. Bellatrix was the last to leave. She hovered near the end of the bed for a moment, then;

"C-can I put her to bed?" Her voice was small, but she looked determined.

Ambrose nodded, and his wife handed Acacia to her cousin. The baby's parents settled deeper under the covers, and watched as Bellatrix crossed the room to the bassinet in silence.

As she reached the crib, she kissed Acacia on the forehead, lowering her down to the cushion. As she gazed down at her new baby cousin, she felt love swell inside her for what was the first time in her 9 long years of life.

"You'll be my baby girl, wont' you, Acacia Bella Branwen?"

She smiled, showing shiny white teeth. Acacia mocked her, but all that she revealed her pinkish gums.

"Warrior's little girl…"

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-sl.smith