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, MerlinianWitch!Hufflepuff!Bonnie, Slytherin!Harry, Ravenclaw!Draco, NAMECHANGE!, MAJOR AU, mentions of Wiccan magic

Pairings: Andy X Tim, Al X Shelia, Charlie Weasley X Izzy

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

Arc 1: That Which Comes from Blood

Chapter Ten: Midterms & Vacations

Midterms were painful. How could anyone comfortably sit in absolute silence for hours without the comfort of a book or sketchpad? It was absolutely maddening to Evan, who always had his Rock to keep him company. Of course, the others joked about his lamenting, but it was all in good jest.

It was surprisingly easy for the Twins to convince their mother to allow them to spend Christmas 'at a friend's house'. Apparently, Mr. Mrs. and the youngest Weasley were planning a trip to Romania to visit the second son. Izzy threw a royal fit when she found out, as she had been told she wasn't allowed to visit the dragon-tamer.

It wasn't even Aunt Andy who forbade it, but Mrs. Weasley. It seemed the woman didn't approve of Charlie fraternizing with a 'childish and immature woman'. This little nugget of knowledge was enough to put Molly Weasley on the shit-list of the majority of the Noir household. The woman was well known to be extremely judgmental and to hold meaningless grudges, which only pissed off Evan further. What kind of mother constantly told her sons their dreams were worthless?

George and Fred tried to convince everyone it was fine and nothing to worry about, which only made the dislike for Molly grow even more. How long had she been treating him like that in order for them to defend her without a second thought towards her treatment of them?

Evan shook the thoughts from his head and leaned back against the headboard of his bed. Dad had easily agreed to allow the twins to visit once he found they had already sworn themselves to secrecy regarding the Noir family's secrets. They left on the train the next day with Uncles Tim and Rudy picking them up. This Christmas was to be spent with friends and family alike, and maybe this would be enough to show the Twins what they were missing, and what could be theirs.

"Happy to be heading home?" a smooth voice called from across the room. Evan turned to meet whiskey colored eyes with deep emerald.

"Home does afford a certain freedom that school does not, doesn't it?" The dark Italian blinked for a moment before glancing back down at the book in his lap, pretending disinterest.

"I wouldn't know." The admittance was spoken softly, almost ashamed. Evan's eyes softened minutely in response.

"Well, Dad always did say Purebloods had it harder than half-bloods. You all have so much to live up to and all that." The raven allowed before he returned his attention to his sketch of the dorm room. Blaise's lack of response prompted Evan to pry further. "Perhaps next year you could join us for Winter Break? It would give you a chance to see how a varied household celebrates."

"Perhaps," Blaise allowed before shutting off his light and sealing his curtains. Evan smirked at the small victory. Maybe it wouldn't be quite so hard to earn the Slytherin's loyalty after all.

Black Diaries

The next morning was bustling as everyone rushed to double-check their trunks to make sure everything was packed. Evan didn't worry, having packed and repacked his trunk the night before. The small raven awoke before the sun, like every other morning before going on his routine jog. At this point, he had fully explored the entire first floor (well, he might have missed a few secret passages but who could blame him?) and had moved up to the second. The castle was built in such a way that each floor up was slightly smaller than the one below it, the towers being the only exception to this.

His timer went off, letting Evan know it was time to return to the commons. He was pleasantly surprised to discover more students than usual were awake and in motion. It seemed all the excitement to go home had roused most from their beds.

He quickly made his way up to his dorm to have a quick shower before his own roommate awoke. Once done he slipped into the still-dark room over to the desk beside his bed where he had laid out his clothes the night before. He cast a few charms to check for any pranks or malicious spell work before dressing.

Evan slipped on his ripped, blood red jeans, taking a minute to fasten the many buttons before pulling on another black wife-beater and tucking it in. Blaise began stirring in his bed right as the smaller boy pulled on tall, fluffy black socks (one tucked in his pants and the other left to show) only to force his feet into a pair of too-white Chuck Taylor's. The converse caused his pants to appear even brighter, making the observant Italian shake his head.

Blaise escaped to go take a shower while Evan pulled on a white t-shirt with 'Green Day' spray painted on it in black. He tugged on a black and white flannel and a leather jacket next. A pleased grin spread across his face as he set his jewelry in place, maybe he could convince Aunt Bella to get him another earring or something.

With that thought in mind, Evan packed his sleepwear and jogging sweats into his trunk to be cleaned when he got home. He pulled his satchel, complete with everything necessary so he wouldn't get bored on the train, over his shoulder and headed down to breakfast. His head bobbed with the sounds of 'Green Day' blasting away in his headphones, causing his grin to spread even further. He quite liked the new band and was happy his Dad sought to send him the CD and a homemade t-shirt.

It seemed that his non-dress code outfit had garnered the attention of not only the teachers but a majority of the students as well. The only ones who weren't confused by his 'grunge' look were his cousins and the school's muggleborn population. Evan ignored the looks as he sat across from Bonnie, his head still bobbing up and down in time with the music. His cousin just grinned at him and served him a relatively normal breakfast while they waited for the others to arrive.

Bonnie had also dressed in her Muggle attire: complete with a shiny gold, high-waisted mini skirt; a fluffy, baby pink, cropped cashmere sweater; tall, fluffy, baby pink socks; and shiny gold heels. Evan snorted at the look, knowing full and well that Uncle Rudy was going to have a heart-attack when he saw her. Izzy popped up with a much more toned down look. Her high-waisted jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket and boots were almost too ordinary when compared to her short and spiky bright yellow hair. Danny appeared the most common with his jeans, black t-shirt, and a blue sweater. It almost made a few spectators sigh in relief at the normalcy.

Very quickly the group was joined by a mass of their friends all wishing them well for the holidays. Ronald Weasley was heard moaning about how it 'wasn't fair' that the Twins got to go to a friend's house for the holidays while he was stuck with Percy. The eldest Weasley in attendance took great offense to this and promised to make the youngest's holiday a living Hell.

"Why hello, little master!"

"We just wanted-"

"To express how thankful-"

"We are-"

"To not be staying-"

"With loud-mouth over there!"

The Twins literally popped up out of nowhere and each slung an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders. Evan grinned at the pair before appraising their attire. Well, both were dressed in ratty jeans and oversized red sweaters. They wouldn't stick out too bad in Mystic Falls.

"Happy to help. Don't you want to say good-bye to your friends? We'll be leaving soon and all." The Twins grinned in return before running off to do just that. He really was glad the pair was accompanying them. Maybe he could even recruit them for Blackwell's annual prank war.

It wasn't too much later that the students were herded into the carriages to Hogsmeade, where they were to load up their trunks before being sent off to the train station. Once there they were instructed to find a compartment and have a safe trip and a happy holiday from the professors.

Izzy was off somewhere, spending every precious second left with friends, while Bonnie and the girls claimed a compartment to themselves, leaving the boys to their own devices. Evan, George, and Fred claimed one side of the compartment, leaving the other side to Danny, Blaise, and Neville. Theo had decided to remain at the school for the holidays and no one dared to ask why, though Evan had a clue. This only made it imperative Evan got a vow of secrecy from him before summer; he wasn't going to allow the boy to suffer needlessly after all.

The train ride was mostly quiet for Evan, the others leaving him to his thoughts while idle chit chat filled the compartment. When the scarlet engine came to a halt at Kingscross Station Evan was the first to stand. He was eager to return home, and not just so he could relax. He had a lot to discuss with his family that just couldn't be mentioned in letters, and a part of him just ached for the comfort their presence provided.

"Come on, we can't have the girls beating us, can we?" Evan smirked at his crew before tugging his trunk off the upper rack, only for it to be caught by George. The slightly taller twin winked and handed the trunk over before helping the others as well. Evan shook his head before exiting to rap his knuckles on the door of the girls' compartment in case they needed help. It seemed his worries were ill founded as Izzy had reappeared to assist before darting off the train and into the waiting arms of her father.

Uncle Tim caught his daughter with effort and had to be steadied by Uncle Rudy so they wouldn't both go tumbling to the ground. It was a pleasant sight and caused a small smile to spread across Evan's lips. Bonnie too ran off the train to collide with her hulk of a father, which sent the man sputtering when he saw her outfit. He then spent the next ten minutes or so lecturing her about proper attire, to which she just grinned. That also seemed to be just enough time for the whole Noir crew plus guests to arrive on the scene.

Uncle Tim pulled an old notebook out from his jacket and instructed everyone to grab on before he activated the international portkey. It was illegal, of course, but that never stopped them before.

The group landed in a field just out of sight of the local airport, just as a plane was landing. This surprised the Twins, who were told to keep a low profile for the time being, so as not to seem suspicious to the Muggles. Uncle Rudy ushered the group towards the parking lot where Evan's dad and Papa Al were waiting. Papa Al was leaning against his new baby blue and wood grain Buick Roadmaster while Dad leaned against his even newer silver Lexus LS400.

Evan grunted as his dad swept him in a hug strong enough to crush bones. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!" he whined until the older raven released him with a grin.

"Oh hush! Is it a crime for a father to miss his son?" Samuel grinned roguishly before messing up Evan's hair as best he could. The eleven-year-old hated when he did that.

"Feeling outnumbered already?" The preteen rolled his eyes at his father's antics before stuffing his and the twins' luggage in the trunk. It was a tight fit, but the girls and Danny were already piling into Papa Al's more spacious car.

"Feeling arrogant, are we? I'll have you know I've been managing just fine!" Evan knew his father hadn't meant it that way, but the backhanded comment stung a bit. The preteen quickly squashed those feelings and convinced the twins that the car was indeed big enough for them to all fit in without magic. Uncle Rudy climbed in with the others, and they quickly sped off; Papa knowing Dad's tendency to speed and not wanting to be left behind.

Uncle Tim claimed the passenger seat while Samuel slid into the driver's seat. Within moments, they were tailing the larger blue car on the way home.

The ride itself was only slightly awkward, until Samuel turned up the stereo, flashing his most devious grin at his son through the mirror. Together the pair started screaming Metallica's "Enter Sandman" at the top of their lungs, startling the Twins and forcing Timothy to attempt to hide in his seat. He could even be seen pleading passing cars to save him (which was actually a common scene in Mystic Falls so he was ignored).

Fred and George were surprised by the sudden burst of energy within the young raven, especially when he started bouncing in his seat between them, shouting along with the next song. It was a nice change from the witty, yet overly serious boy they were so used too. After a few more songs Timothy stopped banging his head against the window and instead settled in for quiet whimpers to which Samuel just shook his head; his brother-in-law was such a drama queen. They didn't sound that bad.

"Oi, cheer up Timmy! We're home!" Samuel gave a barking laugh as he pulled the car up to the curb of the house and switched it to park. Fred gasped as he took in the sight of the house-Manor really!- they were to be staying at. It was bigger than anything they had ever seen, and he idly wondered how it compared to Hogwarts or the Ministry. George's eyes lit up as he took it the grandness of it all. Sam caught the Twins' reaction and grinned broadly at the pair before his gray orbs caught the gaze of his son. "Evan! Didn't you warn them? Well boys, welcome to Blackwell! Largest Residential House in Mystic Falls!"

"Yeah, apparently the second one only had seven-ish bedrooms, which was too few for Dad. He had to go buy the one with over three dozen." Evan chimed in with a smirk. In reality, their house was freakishly huge, but it was built to hold a large number of guests and host parties and such so it made sense. The previous owners had been well-known for balls and such back in their day.

At this back-handed comment, the Twins nearly caught flies with how their jaws were hanging limp. Evan stifled a giggle at the sight and waved the pair inside; Kreacher would gather their trunks for them later. The smaller boy led the gingers up to the second floor where the family bedrooms were housed. "So, do you two want to share a room or would you be fine with adjoining ones?"

"Never had our own room before, might be nice to have our own space," Fred mumbled under his breath, eyeing the many doors. Each had a unique plaque tacked onto it spelling out different names. The large double-door room at the end of the hall held the plaque "Master Noir" above it; letting everyone know it was the master bedroom. To the left were five bedrooms, each holding a plaque on the oak doors; Isabella, Kristine, Andy & Tim, Rudy, and Al & Sheila. To the right only four doors were claimed, leaving the closest empty; Evan, Danny, Izzy, and Bonnie.

"Well, in that case, we'll get you set up in the guest wing." Evan led them back down the hall towards the twisting staircase and took a left instead of right. This hall was very nearly identical to the previous except it was mirrored and there was no master bedroom at the end. Instead, the hall continued all the way to the wall where it split into two more bedrooms, bringing the count to twelve. Evan opened the door closest to his right and showed the pair inside. With a wave of his hand, a door appeared along one wall, which they all knew would lead to the other bedroom.

"Mine!" Fred shouted, jumping onto the bed and sinking into the feathered mattress. George laughed at his twin and entered his room through the adjoining door. The rooms were set up much the same as Samuel's except on a smaller scale, which was fine as he also had a small personal study attached to his. Still, each room was as big as the Gryffindor dorm rooms, so there was plenty of room.

"Well, I'll leave you two to settle in. You know where my room is if you need me. I think I'll go unpack before dinner. Tomorrow I'll take you guys to see the sights, as few as they are." With a laugh, Evan left the two alone to do exactly that. It had been a long and grueling first term, and he wanted to enjoy the only academic break he was going to get. He hadn't forgotten his 'summer schooling' after all.

A wistful smile lit his face as he flipped the light on in his messy bedroom. It looked like Tunney had kept her promise of not entering while he was gone. It probably killed the elf to leave the room as the mess it was, but it would've killed Evan even more if he came back to find it changed. This was his mess, and it was just the way he liked it. With a wry shake of his head, Evan watched his trunk appear at the end of his bed.

It was about time he did some redecorating.

Black Diaries

Evan's room was incredibly barren when he was finally called down to dinner. He had shrunk all his art supplies and stashed them in the drawer of one of his dressers, and repeated the task with the majority of his belongings (making sure to use basic wandless magic to do so) until all that remained were the larger furniture pieces. He had then shrunk them and shoved them in his trunk and placed that in his bathroom so he had room to work.

He had just gotten around to spelling the walls bare, right down to the wood grain, when Aunt Krissy had knocked softly on his door. His aunt had been working a late shift at the hospital, unable to take the night off regardless of her son just coming home from school.

"Evan, sweetheart, it's time for dinner. You don't want to make the others wait, do you?" While his Aunt's words were soft and sweet, her eyes were not. The raven nearly jumped a foot in the air, then turned to face his aunt with a sheepish expression and white paint on his face. She waved her wand, vanishing the paint, and motioned for him to follow her. He did so with a cautious distance between them, just waiting for the resounding smack that was sure to come for being late. He was quite surprised when he instead ended up with a flick to his ear.

"Aunt Krissy! I didn't do it on purpose! I was just tired of clouds and snitches!" The eleven-year-old whined with his best pouting face. Kristine simply rolled her lavender eyes at the dark haired boy; as cute as he was her own son had him beat in the 'puppy-dog eyes' expression. Evan huffed when he saw it had no effect and picked up his speed so as to not irritate his other aunts.

When he finally arrived in the overly large dining room, complete with a table half the size of one from Hogwarts and enough chairs to go around, he realized he was indeed late. Evan quickly took the seat on his father's immediate right and wait for the reprimand that was surely waiting. His dad pat him on the head, and he could feel the forced weight behind it forcing him to bow his head.

"Now, now Evan. It isn't very polite of a host to keep his guests waiting. Best not to let that turn into a habit, hmm?" Evan breathed a sigh of relief at the light embarrassment, happy his father had been the one to step up and not one of the females. They were just plain scary.

"Sorry, Fred, George. It seems I've let my artistic impulses get the best of me. I'll remember to be a proper host." The Twins just blinked at his apology, greatly confused, but nodded none the less. At this, Samuel grinned and gave a small clap, the food appeared on the table as the sound resounded. Two sets of hazel orbs lit up in astonishment at the collection of foods. It seemed Tunney and Kreacher had gone all-out to give the redheads a taste of American food.

After everyone had eaten and enjoyed dessert Samuel leaned back in his chair, catching Evan's attention.

"So kids, how's the castle been treating you?" The one-liner opened a way for all the conversational chatter that was missing during the actual mean. George had noticed that immediately the remaining dishes were cleared away and everyone suddenly had a crystal goblet before them. He watched as Samuel sipped from his, an amber liquid swimming in its depths, same for Misters Alphard and Timothy.

"Well Uncle, has Evan told you he's started a coven at school?" Izzy smirked from behind her own goblet, though her drink was a deep red in color. George looked around to note that all the women's goblets were filled with a strange red liquid except for little Bonnie and her Aunt Krissy (whose drink was the same color as the men's). He glanced down to note that all the children's drinks were nearly clear in color but had a slight yellow tint to it, and they bubbled.

"He did mention something like that around Samhain, I think. So how's that going for you all?" Evan sipped his drink before answering his father, and he didn't spontaneously change so George assumed it was safe. The ginger glanced over to note his twin was quite enjoying the fizzy drink, smiling each time he took a sip.

"Well, besides us six there are another six you have yet to meet. I was even thinking of inviting one over for the summer, once again extending the invitation to Fred and George of course." Samuel smirked at his boy, recognizing the way he was being backed into a corner.

"Theodore Nott, wasn't it? He chose to stay at school for the break, didn't he?" Danny cut in, not allowing his uncle a chance to turn it around. Samuel narrowed his eyes at the blond; Danny only ever cut in when Jeremy was involved, so why was he doing so now?

"You mean the ickle snaky with his own room?"

"I thought for sure-"

"You'd want the Italian-"

"Or the bookworm-"

"Or the ickle lion-"

"Or the girly twin-"

"Or the ickle raven!" The Twins were grinning at this point, enjoying watching the way everyone's heads would go back and forth. Evan chuckled at their antics; he could see the gears turning in his father's head at their words.

"Hmm, so that's two ravens other than your cousin?" Samuel scratched his chin in thought.

"Yes, but the 'bookworm' is a lion. The 'girly twin' is a claw." Evan corrected.

"How… odd. So that's two lions?" Andrea cut in, eyeing the youngest.

"Four actually, if you count the twins," Evan smirked at her flabbergasted expression.

"So three snakes, including yourself?" Isabella cut in, her violet orbs sparkling in interest.

"Correct." Samuel and Andrea glared at the smirking woman.

"Which only leaves Bonnie and Izzy as our badgers." Kristine cut in, her mouth turned up in a hidden smile.

"Correct." Again Samuel and Andrea glared at one of their sisters. Evan stifled a giggle, which started a round of soft laughter at the sibling's antics. Even Fred and George found themselves amused. The pair had been initially nervous to be spending the holidays with two escaped criminals but found that the family appeared even closer than theirs.

In fact, they had never seen so many people gathered around a table and happy to be there. It was almost surreal. It was very nearly the polar opposite of their own family. Everyone was polite and well-mannered (which normally only extended to Percy and their father at meals), no food was flying (courtesy of Ron), and everyone got to eat their fill (which was nice in its own right). The biggest difference was actually both a more obvious and yet more subtle one; there was no yelling.

Absolutely no yelling, over anything. Even when Evan had clearly gotten in trouble, he was quietly reprimanded and made to apologize and that was it! There was no yelling, screaming, slapping, or degrading.

At that realization George suddenly understood why Evan and his cousins had been so shocked to hear about his mother and their family; because in this house, yelling was wrong. Samuel didn't need to yell to get Evan to listen. And it was even apparent Evan knew it was coming, yet he still didn't retort or disrespect his father. It was then that George realized just how deep this family's respect ran for each other.

This was a true family, and he wanted that. Sure they were a bit odd and slightly formal, but at the same time, it didn't feel formal. It simply felt respectful. Don't eat and talk at the same time. Savor your food. Let the adults go first. Don't talk back. Be polite.

They were all simple, unspoken rules. And that was all that was needed. And George wanted that. He wanted it so bad. Glancing over, he noted Fred had the same look on his face; he wanted it too.

Maybe, just maybe, Evan was right. Maybe it was time George started thinking about what was best for himself and his brother. Maybe it was time to grow up, and let someone in.

A/N: For anyone who's interested the men/Narcissa were drinking whiskey/scotch, the women+izzy (cuz my mom let me have a drink when I was 16 so long as she was the one who handed it to me) were drinking Amaretto and Cranberry (if mixed right it's like a weaker, sweet red wine), and the kids were drinking non-alcoholic champagne (white). I did this cause it's a family tradition at my house to drink together during the holidays, though not too much. I figured since the Noirs are better off than lil ole me they could afford to do this for the entire holiday. George will make a point of this later... and we'll get a taste of Fred too!

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