Disclaimer: LilliySilverback does not own or make any profit from either the Harry Potter or Vampire Diaries franchises.

Warning!: Manipulative!Evil!Dumbledore, Reasonable!Sirius, Sane!Bellatrix, Good!Narcissa, NAMECHANGE!, MAJOR AU

Pairings: Andy X Tim Ebony (Teddy Sr.), Alphard X Shelia Bennett

NON-Pairings (under no circumstance will these characters be a couple): Anyone who shares a last name, the Ebony/ Bennetts/ Noirs will not be mixing further, Bella X Rodolphus (divorced), Narcissa X Lucius (divorced)

*EDITED AS OF 8/16/17*


Arc 1: That Which Comes from Blood

Chapter Three: Who, Me?

America certainly was a change of scenery when compared to the Wizarding side of England. Virginia was just as cold, though, so that at least was familiar. The landscape itself was similar too with its vast wooded areas and small towns. Mystic Falls was one such small town, but not like any Sirius had ever previously resided in with its more modern Muggle culture and ways. It was only Sirius's experience with the Marauders during their many Muggle-Me escapades that he could even hope to blend in.

The family decided that a slow emigration would be best, so as not to cause unrest in the locals. There was much debate on who should arrive first, but in the end, Sirius was chosen; not only as head of the family but the most people friendly in nature. Sirius was antsy about leaving Harry alone for any period of time, but Bella seemed to have taken to him rather well. That, at least, made him feel a little better about it.

He kept telling himself it would only be a couple of weeks, a month at the most, but that only made him feel worse. How could he leave his pup for a month, even if it was to protect him and prepare a home for him? The guilt ate away at Sirius until finally it was time to leave.

The bus ride to the airport was nauseating, and he knew he would never miss the Knight Bus, no matter how convenient it was. The plane ride was second class, merely to blend in and appear less conspicuous to the authorities. Eight hours were spent in a middle seat between a rather obese older lady who smelled something foul and a lanky business man with a shotty French accent. Sirius couldn't wait to get off the tin can of death, only to realize he still had another flight to catch. After all, Mystic Falls was in Virginia, not New York.

So Sirius spent another hour and a half on an even smaller jet plane though this time he was given the window seat and only forced to sit next to a kind old man. The man took one glance at Sirius and laughed, telling him it should be a quick flight and not to worry. He had also inquired about his destination and such, to which the raven explained he was going to visit his uncle for a few weeks before returning to England to comfort his recently widowed sister. The old man had given his condolences and an understanding smile before explaining he was coming home from visiting his daughter in the Big Apple.

The ride was much more pleasant than the first though Sirius still found himself grateful when it was over. From Alexandria Sirius was picked up by his uncle for a four-hour drive to Mystic Falls. Alphard found his nephew's antics amusing as the younger man dozed off in the passenger seat, his luggage resting on the back seat in the form of an old trunk.

"Samuel, wake up. We're here." Alphard shook the twenty-four year old awake from his nap. Gray eyes blinked sleepily for a moment before meeting rich indigo and allowing alertness to creep back into the orbs slowly. That's right; it was Samuel now, not Sirius. Samuel Alphard Noir, or, at least, that's what his immigration papers read.

With a sigh, the younger man broke the elder's gaze. The young lord ran his hand through recently cut midnight locks (the strands barely a few inches long each), his steel eyes flitting about in an effort to soak in every detail, every threat. It seemed Alphard had thought to bring him directly to the Blackwell Boarding House, a wise choice at this point.

"I guess those stories of jet-lag were true." Samuel's voice was husky with sleep, but Alphard still chuckled with good humor, shaking his head at his nephew. Samuel dragged himself out of the car, stretching and cracking his back in the process. He pulled his trunk from the backseat, only to heft the feather-light luggage over his shoulder and dig his new house key from his pocket.

Blackwell was warded with only the best the goblins had to offer, though they were careful about any charms that would affect Muggles. Any Muggle that was invited by a resident would be able to see and enter the house, others could not. It was a relatively simple charm in design, but it covered the whole grounds which made it a piece of work.

The boarding house was designed to resemble the Biltmore Estate; America's largest residential estate. The entrance was guarded by two stone hippogriffs, the light gray flagstone offsetting the deep rich cherry wood French doors. He entered into a vast foyer decorated with warm golds, greens, and rich browns. He knew the rest of the house, save the bathrooms and bedrooms, reflected this as well, and he was pleased with the welcoming feeling it gave off.

"Tunney!" Samuel called his new house-elf (a strange creature with large bat-like ears and bulging, bright eyes) to his side, the small gray being appearing beside him with a soft 'pop'. "Ah, there you are. You've done well with the place. I'm fairly tired so I don't think I'll be eating dinner tonight," at this he checked his watch to realize it was just past midnight and groaned softly. "I will be requesting breakfast, though, and a wake-up call no later than noon. Uncle said I'll probably sleep in late so don't be alarmed. Now, would you mind showing me to my room?" He was always kind to his elves, except Kreacher; that vile beast. It was this kindness that gave his elves a healthy glow and maintained their loyalty unlike any other.

"Right this ways, Master Noir, sirs." Tunney bobbed her little bobble-like head, causing her prominent ears to flop humorously as she led her master up the main staircase. It took Samuel a second to respond to his new name, but only a second, and he quickly followed the small female elf to what appeared to be the master bedroom.

The room was decorated tastefully in cherry wood with gold accents. In the center rested a four-postured California-King sized bed, only slightly larger than a normal King. It hosted black satin curtains with gold threaded swirls decorating the fabric, the comforter being of a reverse design. Off to one side stood a large cherry wardrobe, a writing desk, several bookshelves, and a beautiful modern cherry dresser. The dark wooded, crimson plush thrown near the window was his favorite, especially how it overlooked the small lake he now owned.

Samuel dismissed the elf and dropped his trunk at the foot of his bed before belly-flopping onto the feather mattress; he would unpack tomorrow. He was out before his head even hit the pillow.


Black Diaries


The next week that passed was dull in Samuel's opinion. He had already managed to unpack everything he brought, which was unsurprisingly a lot when one crams their every material possession into a feather-light, undetectable-expansion charmed trunk. Blackwell was slowly beginning to feel more like a home, though Samuel was just aching to get his pup back; even if he knew the little one was safe in his cousin's company. The knowledge didn't make him miss Harry, now Evan James Noir, any less.

The people of Mystic Falls were nice, open, and friendly. For some reason, Samuel found that very odd. He did meet a few people of interest, though; a woman by the name of Elizabeth "Liz" Forbes and her daughter Caroline, a young couple and their two children, and, of course, Samuel's own little cousin Bonnie. Liz appeared to be having difficulties with her husband, so Samuel made sure to take a metaphorical step back when the man came up in conversation. Grayson and Miranda Gilbert appeared to be nice people, maybe a little absent from their children's lives but nice none the less. Still, Samuel couldn't shake the feeling they were hiding something and he didn't mean the estranged brother he heard whispers of. Bonnie was his favorite, though. He never got a chance to meet her mother, as the woman apparently skipped town shortly after her little girl turned two, but Bonnie's father was nice.

Samuel felt he could bond with the man over their shared fate of being single fathers. Rudy seemed quite nice and didn't even get offended when Samuel asked why Bonnie's last name was Bennett and not Hopkins like his. He had even answered that it was due to Sheila's request.

Slowly, Samuel began to interweave himself into Mystic Falls' social web. The fact that Alphard and Sheila were his Uncle and Aunt probably assisted greatly with that process, but he couldn't be bothered to care. In fact, he soon found himself opening up to his select few.

"Hey, Liz! Fancy meeting you here, at the only dive in town." Samuel smirked and pulled up a stool next to the blonde woman. Her chocolate brown eyes lit up for a moment and her pale pink lips quirked in what could've been a return smile before she let out a soft sigh. "Uh, oh. What's a pretty young woman such as yourself sighing alone at the bar like this?" His teasing was gifted with a snort in return as the woman that had quickly become his first friend spun backwards in her seat to lean back on the bar.

"Young woman? Just how old do you think I am Mr. Noir?"

"AH! I am wounded by your formality, my lady. Though, if I had to take a guess… Caroline is only a year older than H-Evan… so I would guess no older than twenty-five as I am twenty-four." Samuel smiled smugly at his deduction. It was always safest when betting a woman's age to use her kid's age as a base, or guess younger than you thought; whatever works. Liz laughed and shook her head for a moment, her shoulder length blonde waves swaying with the motion.

"Twenty-six actually, Bill and I got a late start."

"Not so late, actually. My sister, Christine, has a boy who's the same age as Evan… well, a few months older. My oldest sister, Andrea, has a seven-year-old too." Samuel chuckled, easily swapping the truth for his cover story in regards to his relation to the Black Sisters. Liz's small smile made a reappearance as she sipped from her bourbon.

"How many sisters do you have?" She chuckled at this as if it was a small joke.

"Three," she nearly did a spit take as she turned to him. "Yeah, I know. First is Andy, then Chrissy, Bella, me, and… well, we had a younger brother." At this Samuel paused, not having meant to bring up his baby brother, not really. Liz seemed to sense his sadness but wasn't discouraged by it as he would have thought. It was almost as if she was really looking at him for the first time.

"May I ask what happened?" Her voice was small as if trying to be gentle.

"Honestly, we don't know. He got in with a bad crowd, and then one day he just disappeared. That was four years ago. After a while, you just lose hope. The sad thing is it was that same year that my father passed as well. Mother lasted until last year, Regulus always was her favorite." Samuel took a long swig from his beer before settling back again. "Bella was just widowed, you see. Her husband got mixed in with the same crowd as Regulus. Got himself locked-up too. Terrible place, not one for visitors. Chrissy, well she divorced. Good ridden too. Right bastard that one was. Not afraid to put his hands, or cane, on a woman."

"He hit her?" Liz gasped, drawing the attention of a few other vendors.

"A time or two. Luckily I convinced her to get out while she can. Actually, once I get the house fixed up a bit more she'll be moving over here with me. Starting over and all that. Bella too." This caught a few more ears. Good, then the rumors would spread and the town would be expecting them soon. It was best they get used to the idea now, and with the way he was wording things they would want to help, if at the very least make the transition more comfortable.

"Will there be enough room?" Liz mumbled, half to herself. Samuel chuckled softly and took another swig before answering.

"Yeah, the place has got plenty of room. In fact, each of us will have our own room. That's mine, Bella's, Chrissy's, Evan's, and little Danny's. Andy and her crew might come join us, but they haven't decided yet. We thought it best to keep the family together, and the Bennetts are practically the only family we have left." That last bit was a lie, but they were the only trustworthy family left, so it didn't matter.

"That's still five people, won't it get crowded?" Samuel just flashed his most charming smile.

"That won't even fill half the bedrooms. I'm telling you, Blackwell boarding house is made for big families. Besides, if Andy and Tim really do decide to join us they have the choice of moving in or buying their own."

"Well, I guess it's settled then. If I lose my house I'm moving in with you."

Liz's comment was met with a bark-like laugh that sent all the surrounding eavesdroppers into chuckles.


Black Diaries


"Evan!" The excited shout was met with nervous giggles as Samuel swept up his pup in his arms and began to twirl around. The three-year-old clung tightly to the grown man, his childish laughter filling the air. Samuel finally managed to sit down but refused to release the child, instead sitting the small boy on his lap. "I've missed you, pup. Have you missed me? Oh, that's silly, Auntie Bella probably didn't give you time to miss me, eh?" He ruffled the younger raven's messy locks and chuckled softly, just hugging the little one close.

"I misses you toos. Be-wa teach me wors an umers. She says I has toos talk goods." Evan smiled up at Samuel with emerald orbs shining brilliantly. Sam chuckled softly at the mangled speech but decided it was much better than the muted responses he originally received upon saving the boy. Besides, the lisp was actually kind of adorable.

Shortly after saving the small child Samuel had Narcissa, now Christine Charlotte Noir, look him over. She had been training to be a medi-witch before Orion had sold her off to Lucious, and a good thing too. The blonde had been horrified to discover the core-binding spells that had been placed on the child, along with a rather complex glamour.

After it was removed Evan had been left to sleep for a whole three days, his magic needing to reconnect with his body. There had apparently been some sort of residual dark magic left over from Voldemort's attack, but whatever it was ended up being swallowed by Evan's repressed magical energy. Other than Chrissy (Narcissa) removing the scar Evan's appearance hadn't changed too greatly, though the Black blood was beginning to make more of an appearance in his cheek structure and eye shape. It really just made him even more adorable.

"Well, I have to say you're doing really well so far. So pup, are you ready to go see our new home?"

"Aye-co come toos? An Kissy an Be-wa?"

"Yes, Draco, Narcissa, and Bella are coming too. But you can't call them that anymore, okay? Draco has a new name, just like you and your aunts. Draco is now Daniel, Narcissa is Christine, Bellatrix is Isabella and you are Evan. Okay?" He paused, allowing the toddler to take in what he said before he continued. "They'll be going the Muggle way unless you want to ride with them?" Samuel asked the toddler seriously. Daniel had insisted and thrown a fit at not going with his mother, and it was easier to cover up one child instead of two. The plan was for the three to go the Samuel's original route while him and Evan flooed back to Blackwell. Then Samuel would disillusion Evan as they went to go pick up the others, then lift the spell on the return trip so the Muggles would think Evan had arrived with the others. It was a simple and yet foolproof plan, or so they hoped.

"I can go wit yous?" Evan's shy green orbs glanced up through thick black lashes in the cutest version of the puppy-dog look Samuel had ever seen.

"Of course, you can! I already have your room set up though we can always change it later if you want. So, what do you say? Are you ready to come home pup?" Samuel asked with enough enthusiasm to sound like a child. Evan responded by shyly hugging his new father and nodding softly.

He had always wanted a home. The mean whale-man and horse-lady said he didn't deserve one, but his new daddy said he could even have his own room. A real room that wasn't a closet under the stairs! He would have his own clothes that fit, toys to play with without getting screamed at, and food!

His new daddy said he had to eat at least three times a day! That's way more than the mean people ever let him eat! He'd be lucky to get to eat three times a week! But he'd never have to worry about that anymore. His new daddy promised to take care of him and love him. He wasn't even scared or mad of the freaky things he could do!

Daddy called it 'magic' and said that everyone in their family could do it. Then he used it to heal Evan's broken arm and wrap it in bandages. If this was what living with freaks was like he never wanted to be normal again.


THE BLACK FAMILY'S NEW NAMES

Sirius Orion Black- Samuel Alphard Noir

Harry James Potter- Evan James Noir

Narcissa Virgo Malfoy nee Black- Kristine Charlotte Noir

Andromeda Tonks nee Black- Andrea Renee Ebony nee Noir

Bellatrix Aaden LeStrange nee Black- Isabella Evelyn Noir

Draco Lucius Malfoy- Daniel Lucifer Noir

Nymphadora Tonks- Elizabeth Nicole Ebony

Theodore Edward Tonks - Timothy Phillip Ebony