Chatper One: Glory

Rachelle Artemis Black stood in front of Hogwarts school of Witchcrafy and Wizardy, just like anyone else. The only thing that was different for her, is that she went into hiding because of what she was, and now they found her.

She heared whispering all around her, whispering of who she was. Yeah, so what? She was the daughter of Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lastrange, and no matter how weird it was. She was as pure as a pureblood could get. Luckily for her, though, she was still in Gryffindor house, which ment familar faces and laughs soon to come in a gloomy start of a year.

The lot of students were told to empty their belongings in their common rooms, or dormitories. Their trunks were already up there, but most had carry-on's along with them for the ride.

Deatheaters lined the walls and staircases, watching every student at once. Their every move was monitored like they were newborn puppies, not ready to be released from it's bearings. She climbed the staircase, going all the way to the top and speaking the password.

"In pertubo." she muttered softly, causing the fat lady to swing open. Artemis stepped through, hauling her carry-on with her.

"No! I swear it! On one of the trunks are the initials R.A.B.! Rachelle Artemis Black! She's back, I'm telling you!" screamed the familiar voice of Ginny, or Ginerva, Weasley.

Artemis smiled and stepped out of the shadows. Nobody noticed her.

"No, impossible. The last I heard was that she killed herself after Sirius died."

She chuckled, causing attention fully at her. She knew that she looked different, especially with the think, curly, black hair. She looked much like her father, but the hair made her more Bellatrix like. "I didn't kill myself Seamus. Trust me, it's hard for someone like me to die."

She heard cries of, "You're back!" or "Rachelle!" as many people swarmed her with hugs.

After hugging all of the random people, Artemis turned to Ginny. "It's been to long, Gin."

"Indeed it has." Ginny pulled the older girl into a tight, friendly hug. "Indeed it has."

After Artemis pulled away, she turned to Seamus. "You don't look burnt anymore." she stated, rubbing her chin slightly. "Even when I left two years ago you were still burning youself."

He rolled his eyes, Irish charm melting through his character. "I've learned to control my 'pyrotechnic needs' for the time being. But...how'd you even get in here?"

She shrugged. "Mum's a deatheater, duh. Although...she wasn't very happy at my decision to go back to Hogwarts. She doesn't trust me, my mother, in case you haven't noticed by the extra deatheaters lining the grounds."

"You're not a...?" began Ginny, but Rachelle held up both her hands. The sleeves of her shirt slid down, showing her wrists. No dark mark was there. "Obviously not."

"I was pressured, and tortured. But it's not the smartest decision. I'd rather be on the winning side. Voldemort is growing weaker each day, and each day he becoomes more dangerous. I'd be careful of being smart mouths, especially around our new teachers."

"New...teachers?" asked Lavender Brown, her voice coming from the left.

Rachelle didn't even look. "Yes, new teachers. They are-"

"-The Carrows, Amycus and Alecto. Amycus is teaching dark arts, and Alecto is Muggle studies. Should be interesting." said Neville Longbottom, who up until now was listening to the coversation.

Rachelle noticed many things different about Neville. For one, he was slimmer and taller. His eyes were wiser, and scanned everything with caution. He wore the normal wardrobe for a Gryffindor: white button up shirt under a grayish with red stripes sweater, with grayish pants and black shoes.

"Right. And I'm saying this now. If anyone here, or if you see it, is getting messed with by the Carrows, come to me." she said, nodding towards them all. "And I mean it, they'll listen to me. Trust me."

"And...why will they listen to you? You're just a Gryffindor, like us." said a second year.

She shrugged. "My blood status. You are only in your...second year? And no one knows yet, besides one." She smiled at Ginny, who nodded.

"Well you are the kid of Sirius Black." replied the second year.

"And another."

"Who?" asked Lavender Brown, curious.

A group of first years walked through the door, led by Dean Thomas. He became a prefect, and wasn't very happy with the school's outcome.

"She's-"

"Bellatrix Lastrange." finished Neville, already knowing the answer.

She nodded. "Yeah. That's mum, and that's while they'll listen to me."

She looked at them all, and they all seemed shocked. Except Neville, and he knew it sense the day she walked into his life. He remembered her laugh, and that's what made her Bellatrix's daughter, the crazy laugh.

"Neville, how'd you even know that?" asked Ginny. "Only I knew."

"I figured it out." he replied. "And how are you all not freaking out over this."

Lavender shrugged. "It kind of creeps me out, but her father was a good mam. Besides, she's made her own name, so what does it matter."

Many, in fact, agreed with her, nodding at her statement.

Rachelle smiled. "Good to hear it."

"Well, so now what?" asked Ginny, walking towards her and smiling indefinetly.

"We survive the year."

Hello! I'm writing this because I was inspiried by a story! I got inspired by dinolove453's story called 'Hand Magic'! It's absolutely brilliant, so read it! I don't own any ideas I mark as written by them, so I will say that some future chapter content does not belong to me.

Also, none of the characters(original) belong to me. All that belong to me are Rachelle Artemis Black, and yes I realize that spells R.A.B., it was supposed to. I did it on purpose, but I will explain.

Please R&R! And enjoy!

~gleek2