A/N: Thank you for all the reviews. This chapter's been a long time coming. Enjoy! -RR13

A Grim Old Time at Grimmauld Place

November 11th 1997, Godric's Hollow Graveyard, 22:00

"Selene?" James whispered. "Is it really you?". The girl was lying flat on the ground. James was straddling her, so she couldn't reach her wand or throwing knives she kept on her belt. Selene stared at her with disdain.

"It's me, Daddy." she smirked. "Ya miss me?"

"But… But… But how? You died." James panted, his eye's watering.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Selene smirked. Dumbledore stepped forward.

"Let's take Selene away from here." he said.

"And where is it you'll be taking me?" asked Selene, as Moody snapped a pair of handcuffs on her.

"Don't even think about trying anything." Moody growled. "These handcuffs suppress your magic."

"And do I want to know why you were carrying handcuffs, Alastor?" asked Selene, a sweet, innocent smile on her face. James almost smirked. "Get her out of here." Moody yelled. Two Order member's pulled James off her, and then roughly grabbed Selene and pulled her to her feet.

"No! Don't hurt her!" yelled James. The Order members holding Selene and the three of them disapparated. James turned to Dumbledore. "Did you know? DID YOU KNOW?!" he roared.

"I did not." Dumbledore responded calmly. "Though, this development is troubling. Selene seemed to wear the dark's beliefs proudly. She is clearly a devoted Death Eater. She will need some work before she can be of any use to us."

"And what does that mean?" snapped James. "Answer me that, Albus. What the hell does that mean?"

"It means, that before we can learn anything from her, we must first gain her trust."

November 13th 1997, Grimmauld Place, 21:17

It had been nearly forty eight hours since Selene had been captured, and brought to this hovel. She had been questioned by nearly every member of the Order. The only two that hadn't been yet were the two that Selene was expecting would be first. The Potter's. Currently, Selene was perched on the window sill, staring out of the window. Her coat was folded over the back of the sofa, and her mask was resting on the desk. Selene fished her cigarettes out of her pocket. She pulled one from the carton, put it between her lips and lit the end. Taking a few deep drags, she went over everything that had transpired in the last forty eight hours. Her cousin had been kidnapped, and was probably somewhere in the building. She had been captured by the Order, and any minute now they were probably going to come and question her again. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Selene looked around as James and Lily Potter entered the room. She turned back to the window, saying nothing. James and Lily looked to each other nervously, then Lily cleared her throat.

"Selene? Are you smoking?"

"Yep."

"Put it out! It's dangerous, and bad for you!"

"Nope."

"I'm your mother!"

"No, Bellatrix Lestrange is my mother. You're just the woman who gave birth to me.". Lily looked to James for guidance, but he merely shrugged.

"Do you mind if we sit down?"

"Doesn't matter to me." Selene replied, still gazing out of the window. "We understand that you're probably scared."

"Annoyed would be a better description."

"Please just give us a chance to explain?"

"Explain what?"

"For the past fifteen years, we thought you were dead. We thought we'd never get our little girl back. We hoped and prayed that by some miracle you might return to us, and now, here you are. All grown up."

"Yes… All grown up. Which means I don't need Mummy and Daddy watching out for me."

"Selene-" Lily began.

"You can go now." The dark haired girl responded.

Lily and James left the room, shutting the door behind them. When the door had clicked shut, Lily turned to James, and buried herself in his robes, sobbing. "J-J-James… Wh-What are w-we g-g-going to d-do?"

"I don't know, Lils." he sighed. "She doesn't seem like she wants to talk."

"You two don't know teenagers." came a voice. They turned to see Sirius strolling down the corridor, a grin on his face. "Let me talk to her."

"You already did, Padfoot." sighed James.

"I'll rephrase that. Let me talk to her as her cool godfather, instead of an Order member."

"What's your p-plan?" asked Lily, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.

"It's simple. All teenagers rebel against their parents, just look at me. All you've got to do is empathise." he grinned, and slipped past them, and into Selene's room. This time, the girl didn't even bother looking around to see who it was. Sirius walked over to where she was sat. He sat down in the chair opposite her, and pulled two tumblers, and a bottle of firewhiskey from his robes. "Drink?" he asked. This caught the girl's attention. She turned to look at him, uncorking the bottle, and pouring a generous amount in each glass. He picked one up, and gestured for Selene to do the same.

"There's nothing in there. You mentioned wanting a drink, so do I, and we all know that misery love's company." he grinned. Selene got up, strolled over and picked up the other glass. Sirius grinned. "Cheer's." they clinked their glasses together before drinking from them. At least Sirius did. Selene cast a surreptitious portal charm around the rim of her glass, and looped it to the potted plant. Any liquid passing the rim of the glass outward would be transported to the potted plant, and Black would be none the wiser. After a few glasses, Sirius looked her in the eye's. "Come on then. What was life really like, with my dear cousin."

"Great." Selene grinned. "She's firm but fair."

"Really? Doesn't sound like the Bella I know. What about Rudolphus?"

"Daddy spoils me rotten according to Mum."

"Any sibling's?"

"No. Draco's my cousin, I'm pretty close to him. And there's Barty, my older cousin. He used to babysit us when we were kids."

"It sounds like your life was pretty… I dunno… Normal."

"It was." said Selene, pointedly. "There were no nightly beatings, or daily torture sessions.". Look, you're all looking for an answer, that I can't give!" Selene said, venom dripping from her every word. "My life before wasn't awful, I wasn't abused, mistreated or in any way hurt."

"And for that, I am extremely grateful!" said Sirius. "The last thing I want is for you to have been hurt in any way.". He reached over, and took ahold of one of her hands. "Remember, I'm your Godfather. It's my job to make sure you're safe."

"You don't need to. I was safe. It seems you've actually put me in danger."

"What do you mean?" Sirius frowned. "You're safe here?"

"Really? Safe in a place infested with God only know's what. Not to mention all the cursed items you've got lying around."

"But Dumbledore said-"

"Dumbledore lied." the girl said, softly. "Dumbledore is a cruel and manipulative man. You're useful to him now, but one day you'll outlive your usefulness, and he'll cast you aside without a second thought."

"No… He'd never..."

"Where was he fifteen years ago? Where was he when you needed him? Where was he when I was taken?"

"He was out looking for you..." Sirius whispered.

"And the greatest sorcerer in the world, the great Albus Dumbledore, couldn't find a one year old?" Selene smirked. "He's been playing you this entire time. You're all just pawns in his little game, and no-one's going to risk their neck for a pawn.". Sirius stood up, and briskly made his way to the door.

"No, I refuse to believe that. Dumbledore is a good man. He's doing what's best."

"For the Wizarding World? Or for himself?" asked Selene. Sirius merely cast her a long look, then exited the room.

November 13th 1997 Grimmauld Place, Living Room, 20:37

Sirius entered the room, visibly shaken. The assembled Order members stopped their conversations to look at the man. Sirius slowly made his way over to his chair, and eased himself into it. The room was silent for a moment, as if waiting for the man to speak. James was the first to break the silence. "Padfoot? You okay?"

"Albus." the man whispered.

"What's that?" James asked.

"Albus… Swear to me… Swear to me that you didn't know she was still alive."

"I swear to you, Sirius. I didn't know Selene was alive." Dumbledore said, solemnly.

"Swear to me, that you did everything you could to find her."

"I swear, I did everything I could to find her."

"What did she say to you, Sirius?" asked Remus.

"She said… We're being played. That Albus will cast us aside when he no longer needs us."

"It seems like this has really hit close to home with you, Sirius." said Lily, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Sirius, what you must remember, is that Selene is a master of psychological manipulation. She read you, and knew exactly which buttons to push to elicit a response." said Dumbledore, leaning forward in his seat. "Pay her no mind."

"What are we going to tell Cyrus?" sighed James. "We've never mentioned Selene before now, and all of a sudden, we're going to spring it on him?"

"He has always wanted a sibling." said Lily, hopefully.

"He's never going to meet her!" snapped Moody. Lily glared at him, indignantly.

"Excuse me, Alastor. I don't believe you have any say in my children's affairs."

"I do when your children are murderers!" Moody roared. "She'll be in Azkaban by the week's end.". Several of the Order members nodded in agreement, but there were one or two that frowned.

"Alastor, she's probably been brainwashed by the Dark Lord. Let's give her a chance." said one witch to James' right, in blue robes.

"Nonsense!" called another from further down the table. "That's what they all say when they're captured!"

"But not this girl!" said Moody. "She wears her Dark Mark proudly!"

"So, she really is a branded Death Eater?" Lily asked, looking to Sirius. The dark haired man nodded, silently.

"Could we not claim Imperio Induced Acts?" she asked.

"No, there was no sign of any brainwave alterations. Everything she's done is of her own accord." James said, shaking his head. Lily sighed, deeply. "One the bright side, there were also no signs of abuse, which means she's telling the truth about that."

"If I'm honest, I'm a little insulted you didn't believe me." came a voice from the doorway. Everyone jumped and turned to look at the source of the new voice. Selene was stood leaning against the doorway, her arms folded. She was wearing her long, dark coat, and staring amusedly at the Order. Most of them fumbled for their wands, and aimed them at the girl.

"Miss. Potter." Dumbledore began.

"Lestrange."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You called me Miss. Potter. I'm afraid you're mistaken, my name is Selene Sarah Lestrange."

"At least she kept your name the same." muttered Lily.

"How did you escape your room?" asked Dumbledore.

"Like you're the first people to try and lock me up." Selene replied with a smirk. "Now tell me, where is Barty?"

"He'll be long gone by now." Moody chuckled, darkly. "By now, I expect he'll be getting acquainted with his new friends at Azkaban."

"You sent him to Azkaban?! Without trial?!" snarled Selene. "The law clearly states-"

"The law is to protect good people, not the bad." Moody snapped. "New policy states that anyone found with a Dark Mark is to be sentenced to life in Azkaban. No trial, no parole, nothing. And that includes you girly.". Moody took a step towards her, and grabbed her by the collar.

"Alastor, stop!" cried James. Moody cast a quick look at him, which proved to be his mistake. Selene brought a knee up and slammed it in his gut. Moody doubled over, wheezing. Selene used this opportunity to slam down with her elbow between his shoulder blades, then pushed him to the side. The Order members that had their wands drawn began firing off stunners. Selene dodged most of them, allowing a few to bounce off her re-enforced coat. She began picking off the Order members. The witch who had agreed with Moody about sending her to Azkaban was knocked out with a kick to her head as Selene glided over the table. As her boot came into contact with the witches jaw, Selene grabbed the two wizards on either side of the witch by the throat, and pushed them to the ground. Their heads hit the floor with a resounding smack. She ducked under the table as Sturgis Podmore shot a stunner at the back of her head. She grabbed the chair the witch had been sitting on, and threw it at him. As it flew towards him, she wandlessly charmed it to weigh four times as much as it should. It wouldn't do any lasting damage, but it would certainly put him out of commision for a while. Not that she was opposed to killing. Not by any stretch of the imagination, but Voldemort didn't like spilling magical blood. Not if it could be prevented, and she sought to honour his beliefs wherever she could. Plus, she was determined to show these people that Dumbledore was the real monster. Not her. Not her parents. Not Voldemort. Him. The chair smashed into Podmore, and the older wizard collapsed. Selene looked round for anyone else going for their wand. They were all staring at her in shock. Molly Weasley shrieked.

"You killed them! You killed them! You-"

"They're not dead. They're just unconscious."

"Well, Miss. Potter, it seems we have much to discuss."

"If you call me Miss. Potter one more time old man, we're going to end up falling out."

"I shall bear that in mind. My apologies, Miss. Lestrange." Dumbledore smiled, kindly. "I'm sure you're anxious to hear about your future."

"I already know my future. I escape. Go home. And carry on my work as the Dark Lord's loyal right hand."

"That is the future you want. But it is not the future you need. No, I'm afraid that none of those circumstances will be occurring."

"Oh? And just what is it you suppose will be occurring, oh wise one?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom.

"You will not be leaving here, until September the first."

"What's so special about September the first?" she frowned.

"September the first, will be your first day of school."

"What?"

"Albus, you mean...?" Lily gasped.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Miss. Lestrange."