Dear Amber, Amelia, Serena, and Kendra,

I hope you are all having an enjoyable summer holiday this far. I have been busy, and I apologize that I haven't written to all of you sooner, and I can't say very much here. I am writing to let you know that my friend, and Amber's Godfather, Remus Lupin will be arriving to pick you up. I would like you all to be here with me in London this summer for your safety. He will be arriving on the fourteenth of July to bring you and your belongs here to my home in London. I look forward to your arrival, and will see you girls soon.

Love Always,

Your Father.

P.S. I have sent a letter to your Grandparents explaining the situation. It should be arriving the same time as this one.

Serena jumped off her bed when she heard her name yelled through the small Emerald Cottage. Her Grandmother, Katie Belle, was a small woman, but her voice could carry farther then any other's Serena had ever heard.

"Serena Surry!" she bellowed.

Serena dropped the letter on the floor and opened the bedroom door.

"Coming Grandmama!" she shouted back through the house.

She bent over and picked up the letter then left the small bedroom that she shared with her three other sisters quickly, closing the door behind her. She entered the kitchen where the other Belle girls were sitting with Katie and Tim Belle, their grandfather.

"You called?" Serena asked with a small smile.

There was a letter spread out on the table in front of Tim as he sat with his morning paper folded under his gardening gloves. A steaming pot of coffee sat in the middle of the table and Kendra, Serena's younger sister was pouring mugs of it for everyone it appeared.

"Sit down," said Katie. "Please," she added in a softer tone.

"What's wrong?"

"Your Grandfather and I just received a letter from your Father," Katie said. She snatched up the letter that was in front of Tim. She waved it around. "He explains that he is in fact innocent, and that you are to spend the rest of the summer with him in his home in London!"

"Does he even have a home?" whispered Kendra to Serena who was sitting next to her. Amber, Serena and Kendra knew that their Father, Sirius Black, was in fact innocent—not at all the notorious mass murderer that the Wizarding society had made him out to be. Serena didn't know if her twin, Amelia, believed that their Father was innocent.

Serena shrugged at Kendra's comment and looked over at Amelia who was sitting at the foot of the table. She was resting her head on one of her hands and looking incredibly bored. Her hair was curly today, in pretty little ringlets and she looked like she had just finished applying her normal amount of morning make-up.

Amelia was the only one of the four Belle daughters who was placed in Slytherian house at Hogwarts School. The other three were all in Gryffindor. Amelia had made a point to separate herself from her sisters last year when she told all of her friends about Serena's secret ability to see the future through premonitions. The three sisters had sense talked to Amelia except for in polite conversation around the dinner table.

"Does he seriously expect us to allow you four to go there?"

"I'm not going," Amelia said flatly.

All three of her sisters turned and looked at her with wide eyes.

"We wouldn't want you to come anyways," said Kendra with an ugly face.

"You aren't going—" Katie snapped.

"What?" Serena looked at her.

"Surry you don't even know the man," Tim said calmly from across the table. He had always called Serena by her middle name.

Serena slapped her head. She had forgotten that they didn't know she had been talking to her Father for over a year now.

"Yes," she finally muttered. "I have. Didn't he explain it in his damned letter?"

She looked at her Grandmother sharply.

"Whether he explained it or not means nothing," Katie snapped back. "He's a mad-man!"

"No, Grandmama," Amber said very softly. "He's not."

Amelia gasped.

"You've really done it now Serena!" she snapped. "You even talked Amber into believing that he is actually innocent! I don't believe this."

"Shut your trap," Serena snapped back.

"Enough!" Katie yelled over the bickering girls. She looked at all four of them very harshly. "I don't care how it happened, who's been talking to him, or why—it is to stop now! He is a killer! He killed your Mother and I will not tolerate any talk of him in this house!"

"He didn't kill Mother! Phinneaus Page did," Serena said.

"Oh here we go," said Amelia slumping back in her seat. "This is real rich."

"Amelia shut it!" Serena yelled. "You don't know half of what you're talking about!"

"Mother is dead because of you! She was not by murdered by Page! Father killed her and you didn't stop him! You're as mad as he is!"

"STOP IT!" Katie screamed.

Serena slumped in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't believe this. She couldn't get along with Amelia at all. It didn't matter when they were together, or where they were, they argued all the time. Serena was furious. She wanted to spend the summer with her Father, at his house. And now because of his reputation she wasn't going to be able to.

"Are we done here?" she asked.

Katie frowned and glared at Serena sharply.

"Yes," she snipped. At her word Serena was up out of her chair. "Go to your room."

"Half way there already," Serena said leaving the kitchen with Sirius's letter still clenched in her hand tightly.

She sat down at the small desk that was in the room near the door and pulled some parchment to her. She quickly wrote a reply to her Father's letter and stood up heading for the two owls that were preached on top of the wardrobe. She called Tallinn, Amber's owl, down to her and attached the letter to his leg.

"Go fast," she said sending the owl out of the window.

"What's the matter?" asked Amber entering the bedroom.

Serena looked at her oldest sister and frowned slightly.

"I just really want to go."

"I know," she said with a smile. She looked at the desk and read over the letter that was there. "When did this come?"

"Just before Grandmama called me into the kitchen," Serena said sitting on her bed. "I sent a reply saying that they're not going to let us come."

"I wonder what he'll do about it?" Amber said after skimming the letter. "I don't think he can really do anything."

"He's our legal guardian he can take us if he wants."

"Tomorrow is the fourteenth," said Amber looking at the calendar on the back of the bedroom door.

"Yea," Serena said.

"Remus will probably come anyways."

Serena shrugged as the bedroom door opened and almost hit Amber in the face. Amber managed to duck out of the way just in time to avoid a black eye. Serena jumped up and glared harshly at Amelia as she entered the bedroom.

"What are you crazy?" Amber snapped.

"You shouldn't have been standing behind the door," said Amelia going straight to the wardrobe. She opened her trunk with her foot and began to throw all of her clothing and school things into it.

"Where are you going?" Serena asked.

"None of your business."

"As long as it's away from here I don't really care," Amber said folding Sirius's letter up and putting it in the top drawer of the desk.

Amelia said nothing as she hummed to herself with a dumb smile on her face. Serena wanted to punch the smile clear off her twin's face, but fought the urge. Kendra came into the room, barely opening the door as she entered.

"Amelia," she sighed. "Grandmama wants to speak to you before you leave for Pansy's." Kendra left the room after delivering her message to Amelia.

"That's where you're going?" Amber said sharply. "You're going to Pansy's?"

Amelia glowed as she folded her clothes.

"No," she said. "I'm not."

Serena was watching what Amelia was packing. She was taking all of her best clothes and school robes. Serena looked up at Amelia with a glare.

"You lied to our grandparents?"

Amelia's smile fell.

"They wouldn't let me go to Draco's," she said.

"You're sick," Amber said. "Why you would want to spend your summer with that bastard is beyond me."

"Maybe because he's only a bastard to those who deserve it," snipped Amelia in defense of her boyfriend.

"He's a bastard to everyone," Amber said sitting down. "Even you."

"You're just mad because he makes fun of the Weasley's," said Amelia closing her trunk sharply. "And your precious little George…"

"Draco isn't half the person George is."

"Draco isn't half the person anyone is," said Serena with a crude smile. "He's a coward and a pussy. I could sock him a good one and he'd cry like a girl."

"He didn't cry when you broke his nose two years ago."

"That's because you told him to suck it up," Serena said sitting down at the desk.

Amelia slammed her trunk shut and pulled it to the door.

"I hope your summer is rotten," she hissed as she left.

Amber stood up.

"At least we won't have to deal with her all summer."

Serena shrugged.

"What are we going to tell Remus when he gets here?"

Amber frowned and brushed her hair behind her ears.

"The truth?" she suggested.

"That will go over well," Serena said. "Can you imagine the look he'll give us when he finds out that Amelia is at the Malfoy's? Can you imagine the way Father will react?"

"At the rate we're going we're not going to see Father at all."

"No," Serena said. "If he can find a way to reset the limits for our bank accounts he can find away to get us to his house for the summer. I wonder if we'll get to see Harry there."

"No," said Amber. "We got that letter from him yesterday that says he's still stuck at his Aunt and Uncle's."

"Well…I don't know," Serena laid down on her bed and frowned. "I really want to spend the summer with Father though. That'd be nice wouldn't it? You'd finally get to meet him face to face."

Amber nodded.

"It would be nice," she whispered. "Have you gone through all that stuff in the shed?"

"Hmm?" Serena sat up a little and eyed Amber. "Oh, yea. I went through all the boxers form the study two nights ago. There's nothing in there to help us pin it on Page."

"What about Parrish?" Amber asked.

"What about him?"

"Have you talked to him at all?"

"The last I heard from him," Serena sighed. "Was a few weeks ago. He had just gotten home and his Father wasn't there."

"What do you mean?"

"Page wasn't there," Serena repeated. "He's abandoned his family."

Amber frowned and nodded.

"And Parrish's Mother?"

"She's not a Death Eater," Serena whispered. "She's too ill to even take care of him. He said he hasn't been the same since Rebecca died."

"His sister?"

Serena nodded.

As she thought about it, she realized she hadn't heard from Parrish in more then a few weeks. She got up and went to the desk, pulling open the drawer where Amber had stuffed the letter from Sirius. She began to peel through the loose letters lying in the drawer and found one of two pieces of green parchment. She unfolded the letter and read the first line. It was the last letter Parrish had sent her, in his sharp crisp handwriting. She looked at the date.

"June thirtieth," she muttered.

"What?"

"I haven't heard from him in almost exactly two weeks," she said.

"Is that unusual?"

Serena frowned and shrugged.

"I would have expected a reply from him by now."

Amber nodded slowly.

"Maybe it will come today."

Serena sighed and looked out the window as Amber left the bedroom. She sighed and sat down, still staring at the cool blue sky that was bright with white puffy clouds floating in the sky. She wished that a snowy white owl would come sailing to her windowsill, bearing a letter from Parrish.

Serena last saw Parrish on the platform at King's Cross. They had said good bye to each other, and Serena got the impression that Parrish wanted to be close to her again, or try to be. She missed him, every day. She missed how he pretended not to care about her, when really he did. Despite his words, his actions always spoke louder. The way he looked at her concerned if she had a violent vision, or when he had carried her out of the stands, she was sure that he cared. She missed his dark purple eyes, staring at her and reading her every thought, and she missed his charming smile. His smile could charm the most stubborn girl into anything he wanted.

He always seemed to be a step of her, with his words and his actions. He spoke with charming wit, or wisdom, and helped Serena to open up and just talk. She could say him in her head, walking with his straight back and intimidating posture—she wished she could see him again.

With a slight frown, Serena stood up and made her bed. She had to distract herself somehow and house work seemed to be the only way right now. No one was writing her. She was waiting for replies form Parrish and her Father. She didn't like waiting.