Chapter 2:
Molly Weasley sat at the dining table, wheezing from nervousness. Ella had been watching for the past ten minutes, a puzzled look on her face. Ella had finally gained up the courage to stand up from her seat on a step and walk over to Molly.
"Is something wrong?" Ella asked, keeping her voice steady as she talked.
"T-They were at the World Cup." Molly answered, looking around the room frantically.
"Who was?" Ella took the seat next to her.
"Death eaters," Molly whispered as her eyes got bigger. Ella's eyes widened as she stood up, her chair sliding back with a screech.
"Is my mother okay?" Ella asked, gulping down the knot in her throat. Molly nodded and placed her head in her hands. Ella sighed in relief and watched as the green light appear in the fireplace. Vivian coughed, her blue hair looking black and dirt on her face. She was posed in a fighting stance, wand at hand, heavy breathing after coughing. "You're okay!" Ella threw her arms around her mother's neck. Ella started to check her for bruises or any sign of damage. A deep cut, bleeding bright crimson, was on Vivian's shoulder.
"I'm fine, Ella." Vivian shrugged her hands off but Ella kept a grip on her.
"Who did this to you?" Ella hissed, silently saying a healing charm underneath of her breath. Vivian's shoulder slowly started to stop bleeding and continued to glow, healing shut.
"How did you do that without a wand?" Molly asked, astounded by Ella's knowledge when she hadn't even gone to Hogwarts yet. Ella shrugged and pulled her mother's wand from her hands, twirling it between her fingers.
"Never had a use for one of these, I don't appear to need one for anything. According to mother here," her eyes flickered to Vivian, "it's because I have great control over my magic." The morning light shone through the windows and hit the necklace dangling from Ella's neck. Molly stood up and walked over to Ella.
"Where did you get this from?" Molly asked, eying black locket with a 'B' engraved in it.
"This?" Ella lifted the locket and ran her thumb over it. "It's a Black family heirloom. Walburga had said in her will to leave it to a grandchild after she died. I was the only grandchild she had."
No one had seemed to notice Vivian freeze when Ella explained the necklace. Vivian was the only one who knew what Walburga had done to the necklace before she had died. Of course, she swore not to tell Ella until she was older. Sirius had no clue of it, and Vivian was going to make sure that he wasn't going to find out. There was no way to reverse what had been done to the locket, but Vivian wasn't going to try and destroy it; after-all, it was still an heirloom.
"Mom?" Ella's American accent broke Vivian's thoughts. "You sure you're alright? You seem kind of spacey."
"I'm fine," Vivian attempted a smile and took her wand from her daughter's hand. "I need a shower, I have to get this gunk out of my hair."
Ella sat to herself, having finally gotten rid of Addy's hyperactivity, in a compartment on the train. She stared out amongst the trees they passed. Before she could fall asleep, the sound of the compartment door sliding open made her look up. A girl around her age stood, in a pair of ripped jeans and a Ramones T-shirt, with a cigarette dangling out of her mouth. Her curly black hair looking similar to Hermione's but thicker and with more volume. She smirked at Ella, her brown heavy-lidded eyes staring holes through her. She let out a puff of smoke and slid down in the seat across from Ella.
"Name," the girl spoke up, her voice raspy. The two looked over each other in a cold like manner, sharing similar smirks.
"Elladora Black." The girl's smirk disappeared and a smile took it's place. She flicked the ashes on the floor and put her hand in front of Ella's face.
The two shook hands as the other girl spoke, "Alena Lestrange. Looks like we're cousins."
"What year are you in?" Ella asked, eying the cigarette with disgust.
"Seventh, I'm in Slytherin. What year are you going to be in?"
"Sixth, house: still unknown." Alena threw the cigarette on the ground and smashed it with the bottom of her boot.
"Hopefully you'll be in Slytherin. It would be nice to know someone in my own house who isn't going to run when they hear my name. Plus, they hate that I'm friends with a gay in another house." Alena rolled her eyes and started playing with her lighter.
"Are they homophobes or just jerks?"
"A little of both, but Demetri doesn't help the situation. The damn boy runs around in his cousin's skirts underneath of his robes." The two laughed and Alena looked at Ella with a smile on her face. "I think I'm going to like you."
"Same here."
The two kept a comfortable silence until it was time to change into their robes. On the way back Ella had been run into and knocked to the ground. Alena stood behind her, helping her to stand. A white/blonde haired boy with two followers stood in front of Ella, having been the one to knock her down. Alena glared at him while Ella brushed herself off.
"Hanging around with the likes of this one can do horrors for your reputation, new girl," the boy smirked, looking like he tasted something sour. Ella rolled her eyes and stood closer, her nose almost touching his.
"Who do you think you are?" The boy laughed, his followers joining in.
"Draco Malfoy, maybe you've heard of me?"
"Yes, I've heard of the Malfoy scum." He glared at her and pulled out his wand. Alena stood in front of her.
"How dare you, you filthy-"
"Mud-blood?" Alena asked, laughing.
"What are you laughing about, Lestrange? You really are your mother's daughter, insanity and all."
"I'm nothing like her," Alena grabbed Draco's neck and squeezed, digging her nails into his neck and allowing blood to flow out. "But I will kill you without so much as a second thought." She laughed evilly. "She's a pure-blood, Drakey. Hurt me and Bellatrix will have your ass once she's out of Azkaban. Hurt her," she nudged her head towards Ella, "and Sirius will kill you for bringing harm to his daughter."
"Sirius Black?" Draco started laughing and Ella glared at him. "What will he do?"
"Nothing compared to what I'll do!" Ella growled, her nose starting to twitch. Alena held her back, restraining her as best she could. Draco held his wand up to her throat but before Alena could stop him, Ella throat-punched him and the two ran off.
"Not even a full day here and you just owned Malfoy, kudos." Alena coughed, slapping her chest, "damn smoker's lungs."
Ella stood in the Headmaster's office where Professor McGonagall had led her before sorting the first years. She looked over the portraits on the walls, recognizing one as Phineas Black her great-great-great grandfather. He smiled once he saw her, noticing her features and realizing that they were related when his gaze landed on the locket.
"And who might you be, my dear?" He asked, directing her attention from the desk back towards him.
"Elladora, I'm Sirius and Vivian's daughter." The old Headmaster flinched at Sirius' name.
"Ah, the runaway." He stated, more to himself, and looked back up at her, "I remember seeing the two of them here a lot. Always getting in trouble around the school." Ella grinned at the memory the portrait was having. "Has your mother ever spoke of their time at Hogwarts?" Ella shook her head but before he could speak, Dumbledore walked into the office with a man limping in behind him. The man had a scar across his eye, where a false eye was placed, and a wooden leg with a cane. Ella glanced at him and then turned her attention towards Dumbledore.
"Ms. Black, did you find something to do while you were waiting? I apologize for taking so long." Ella smiled politely at him before nodding and glancing back at the portrait.
"No need to apologize Headmaster," Ella laughed awkwardly when she noticed the man's gaze on her.
"Alastor this is Elladora Black; Ella this is Alastor Moody, he'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore introduced the two, oblivious to the way that Alastor was looking at Ella. Alastor sipped out of a flask and extended his arm for Ella to shake his hand. Ella watched him curiously, noticing his tongue dart out of his mouth and slide across his bottom lip. Ella's eyes widened a little but she gulped and shakily put her hand out.
"Black?" Alastor asked, ignoring Ella for once and looking to Dumbledore, his magical eye staying on Ella.
"You remember Sirius?" Alastor mumbled something but waited for him to continue, "this is he and Vivian Maxwell's daughter." Alastor mumbled some more incoherent words with a scowl on his face. "Ready to get sorted?" Dumbledore lifted a pointy hat from a stool that stood behind him. Ella shrugged and sat, awaiting her fate.
"Oh, a Black. Haven't had one of you in quite a few years. Not only that, but a Maxwell as well. Now that's interesting. Are you going to be a Gryffindor like your father, or a Hufflepuff like your mother? Maybe a Slytherin like the rest of your blood lines. Gryffindor would do you no good, Slytherin isn't a house that you want to be associated with. Are you sure? Well then, HUFFLEPUFF it is!"
"Congratulations Ella, did you know that your mother was a Hufflepuff during her time at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked and Ella shook her head.
"Not before today, but she doesn't like to bring anything up about school, I assume it's because she didn't finish the last month. Although I'm not blamed for it, she knew the consequences of having a child and takes the responsibility."
"Like a true mother should," Dumbledore smiled at her. "Alastor, would you be so kind as to escort Ms. Black to the Hufflepuff Basement."
Alastor led her there in complete silence, the halls the exact same, Ella trudged behind him admiring everything they walked past. He stopped and nudged his head toward a painting of a fruit bowl and then turned to walk away. Ella contemplated on stopping him but shook the thought out of her head.
"Professor Moody!" Ella shouted, watching him turned to look at her. "Thank you." He waved her off and continued to walk away.
Meanwhile
Alena walked through the dungeons, liking the cold and quiet that it gave off. Her feet hit the floor silently, proving her to be the perfect assassin. Laughter filled the dungeons and she stopped, slipping into the dark corner and watching for the intruders. She smirked when she saw the Weasley twins setting up a prank.
"I'm sure that the two of you would be in trouble if someone were to find out about this," she laughed menacingly before grinning at them and walking out of the shadows.
"And who would find out?" George asked, stopping what he was doing.
"Not sure, but if you're setting that up for Malfoy, my lips are sealed."
"How can we trust you?" Alena raised her eyebrow and Fred smacked George's shoulder.
"I believe we've got a deal, Lestrange," Fred smirked, making her laugh. She winked at him before turning right back around and leaving.
"I always knew you were the mastermind, Fred." The two were baffled at her statement, no one could tell the two apart, not even their own mother.
"How did you know the difference?" The two asked in unison.
"As they say, leave them guessing." She giggled and skipped away.
The Next Morning
Pst. Alena looked up to see nothing and shook her head, looking back to her food. Psst. Alena looked up with a scowl on her face, trying to find out who it was. Pssssst.
"WHAT!" Alena screamed as she stood up from her seat, her chest rising while she heaved. A blonde popped up out of nowhere, smiling at her and feigning an innocent look in his green eyes. "Demetri, what the hell went wrong with you?"
"According to mom, everything." He left his Hufflepuff robes open, allowing his skin tight v-neck and knee-high skirt to be visible.
"Nice outfit," she bit into an apple and watched as Ella walked into the Great Hall. Alena caught Ella's attention and motioned for her to come over.
"Whose the doll?" Demetri asked, looking at Ella and back to Alena.
"That's my cousin, Ella. Be nice to her." Alena glared at him, "I like this one." Ella sat down across from Alena with a tired look on her face. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine," Ella lied. The entire night Ella had dreams of her mother dueling with an unknown man. The man had pale skin, straw blond hair and brown eyes that were set to kill. He killed her mother and then turned on her, licking his lips as he did so. Bellatrix Lestrange had joined him and killed Sirius, laughing as she did so. Before the dream ended the man had walked up to Ella and kissed her roughly, telling her that the three of them could finally be together, placing his hand on her pregnant stomach. The dark mark was the last thing Ella saw before waking up in a cold sweat, checking her flat stomach and sighing out of relief.
Alena let it slide and glanced at Demetri, who was staring at Ella with pure interest. Alena rolled her eyes, trying to figure out what the boy was thinking of.
"Do you have a brother? One that looks exactly like you but with a pen-"
"Demetri!" Alena scolded, "don't scar the poor girl." He shrugged and started to poke his food with a fork. "What's on your mind?"
"It's nothing, just a little confused s' all." Ella answered, trying to ignore bringing up her dream. This was something that she was going to keep to herself, she wouldn't even tell her mother. 'Extremely confused is more like it.'
"If you need anything just know that I'm here for you." Demetri laughed and started choking on his food.
"Alena? Here for someone besides herself? Man, you must've really impressed her," Demetri told Ella before standing up and skipping out of the Great Hall.
"I'll never understand him," Alena mumbled, adding emphasis by rolling her eyes and smiling. "Now that he's gone, want to tell me what's bothering you?"
"Yesterday in Dumbledore's office Professor Moody stared me down and then licked his lip." Ella whispered while watching Alena's eyebrows scrunch together.
"Tonks works with him and from she's told me, that doesn't sound like Moody. I highly doubt he'd be attracted to someone who could be his daughter." Alena took a sip of her pumpkin juice and looked up at the table where the professor's were sitting. The both of them locked their eyes on Moody before he looked over at them.
"That's what worries me. My mother used to tell me stories about him and the Order. This isn't the same Moody, what if it's not actually him? They'd have to be smart to pull one over on Dumbledore."
"Who would it be though?" Alena laughed, trying not to think of the seriousness of the situation. "Voldemort himself?" The entire Slytherin table and some of the Gryffindors went silent and stared at Alena for saying the name. "Bloody hell, get back to your damn food!" Alena hissed.
"No, it couldn't be him. He's dead, remember? But if I remember correctly, some of his followers weren't put away under the claims that they changed." The two went silent and then looked up at each other, both of them smirking.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"We start searching and find out who it is?"
"Exactly. But we can't tell anyone, they'll think we're mad." Ella nodded in agreement and the two looked up at the table where Moody sipped out of his flask. "Who could he be?"
-Alena Lestrange
Seventeen
Slytherin
Curly mess of black hair
Brown Eyes
-Demetri Dumbledore
Seventeen
Hufflepuff
Blonde pixie-cut hair
Green Eyes
(Dumbledore's great nephew)
