Before anyone knew it, Easter Break had rolled around. Most people, including Emily and Alison, had gone home for Easter Break. Alison was not looking forward to this, as she no longer trusted anyone in her household. Her brother Jason was locked up in his bedroom, as always, by himself probably studying. Alison sat alone in her room, fidgeting with her fingers and trying to figure out a way to talk to her parents. She still hadn't told them that she hadn't been sorted into Slytherin, and was getting more nervous every second that passed. Alison's mind was still on the necklace she had recieved from an anonymous source at Christmas, and she wondered who had given it to her and whether the 'B' in the middle really did stand for Black. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in" Alison replied to it. It was her mother, her bony slender face darkening the spirit of the room. She was dressed in long black robes and had leather boots on, that made her look like some sort of dark omen.

"Alison, darling" her mother greeted, almost half heartedly "I came to have a little chat with you. I was wondering how your time at Hogwarts has been so far"

Alison sighed. No 'It's nice to see you' or 'I'm so proud of you, Honey', just a plain and simple 'How's school'.

"It's good, mother" was all Alison could think to reply.

"Good?" her mother asked "I would've thought you might be able to come up with something a little more than just 'good'. How's Slytherin treating you? Do you like it?"

And there it was. The build up to the conversation that Alison had been dreading to have. She could've told the truth right there, told her mother that she had in fact been sorted into Gryffindor and actually, she loved it there. But she kept her mouth shut and bowed her head.

"Yes mother" she lied. Her mother beamed.

"Excellent darling!" she smiled "I simply adored my time in Slytherin. Although, of course, that was probably due to your father..."
"Mum!" Alison interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest. Her mother laughed.

"I'm so proud that you are continuing the family legacy, Alison" she said "Who knows, you may even end up a prefect like Jason, and maybe even head girl"

Alison gulped guiltily. The thing is...she wasn't continuing the family legacy. She burned to question her mother about the things that Kreacher the house elf had said, but knew that once she said anything her mother would completely fly off the rails, so instead she just nodded her head. Mrs Dilaurentis pulled a strange face, as if to study her daughter's expressions.

"Alison, honey" she said in a hushed voice, offering her hand on Alison's shoulder "Is there something you wish to say?"

'Yes' Alison thought 'There are a lot of things I wish to say, none of which I can. But on the contrary, mother, maybe there is something that in fact you should be wishing to say to me instead'

"N-no" Alison replied. Mrs Dilaurentis didn't look convinced, but forced a smile nonetheless.

"Alright then" she said, picking the end of her robes up and making her way towards the door "I am terribly glad that you ended up in Slytherin, dear. To have had a daughter in any other house would have been a disgrace"

And that was it. The moment that Alison knew she could not hold it in any longer. The moment she knew that she had to say something. In an instant, she pulled the necklace out from her pocket, and threw it down onto her bed.

"Mother" she called "What is this?"
Mrs Dilaurentis turned around with a confused expression on her face. When she saw the necklace, her face turned pearly white.

"Where did you get this?" she hissed, swooping down to grab the necklace.

"That doesn't matter" Alison told her "What matters is this, mother. I know that you're keeping something from me and I know it's to do with this necklace, so whatever it is you better tell me right now or I swear to you, I-" Her mother raised her hand, and slapped the girl around the face.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" she boomed "How dare you speak to your mother that way, you foolish little girl. You don't know anything about anything, and you have the nerve to call me out on-"
"Then tell me!" Alison insisted "If I don't know anything about anything, then tell me! Don't I have the right to know things about this family? I am part of it, after all!"

"There are things that you don't need to know!" Mrs Dilaurentis argued back "Things that no child should have to know about themselves until they are old enough to understand. Alison, there is a dark history in this family that an innocent mind like your own would be terrified to hear-"

"I DON'T CARE!" Alison yelled "I DESERVE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS FAMILY! YOU SHOULD TELL ME THESE THINGS. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT THIS FAMILY HAS A DARK HISTORY, AND THEN NOT TELL ME WHAT IT IS! I KNOW TOO MUCH ALREADY, MOTHER, AND IF YOU DON'T TELL ME THEN IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE I FIGURE IT OUT MYSELF!"

Mrs Dilaurentis sighed in defeat. She sat down at the end of Alison's bed, and put her hand over her daughter's.

"You're right" she said "Maybe you are old enough to understand, Alison, I haven't been entirely honest with you'

'No shit' she thought

"A while back" the woman began "There was a family called the Black's. They were dark dark wizards that did dark dark things, pure evil" Alison shuddered. She wished she had never asked her mother anything. Wish she had never said a word.

"Your grandma was around during the time that the black's hit a peak in the dark arts"

"Grandma Drake" Alison said, as if she knew where this story was going. Little did she know...

Her mother shook her head darkly.

"No" she said "Not Grandma Drake, Grandma Dilaurentis. Your father's mother"

Alison gulped. Hardly anyone ever spoke of Grandma Dilaurentis. She had been locked away in St Mungo's hospital a while ago. It was said that the old woman had gone completely criminally insane.

"What happened to her?" Alison asked. Her mother kept the same blunt expression on her face.

"She lived in the same neighbourhood as the Blacks" the woman explained "And Orion Black, one of the most notable Black members, took quite a liking to her" Alison shook her head.

"No" she said "You don't mean to say-" The woman nodded her head.

"No one knew about this, of course" she told her "Orion was already to be married to Walburga Black. Your grandma and Orion had their affair for years and years. No one could ever know, as your grandma was an outcast without a family, and no one would approve at all. Right before Orion and Walburga were to be married...your father was born"
Alison's mouth dropped open. She almost couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't want it to be true.

"W-what about the Dilaurentis family?" she asked "Surely they must have noticed something was up with grandma, surely they-"

"The Dilaurentis family didn't exist back then" her mother interrupted "Your grandma changed her name after the Black's started becoming darker and darker. There was a time when they were known as the most dangerous wizards in the world. She didn't want to be associated with them, or have anyone know about her and Orion's secret affair. So she changed her name to Dilaurentis and started this family" Alison was in shock. Everything she had known was a lie. Her grandma, the one no one ever spoke of, had the most history of all of them.

"Orion Black" Alison whispered "The father of Sirius and Regulus Black?" Mrs Dilaurentis nodded her head. Finally, what the house elf said was starting to make sense. Her father was the half brother of his master, Regulus Black, which made Alison herself his niece.

"Why did grandma not have a family?" Alison asked "Who were her family? What happened?"

Her mother's face turned even paler than it had been before. Whatever she was about to tell her daugher, she looked extremely skeptical about doing so.

"You remember the story of the Riddle's, don't you?" Alison nodded her head, her own face turning paler by the second.

"T-Tom Riddle was a muggle" she began "He lived in the s-same village as the Gaunts. There was a girl, Merope Gaunt, that f-fell in love with him. He d-didn't love her back, so she gave him a l-love potion. They're the parents of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" Her mother nodded her head.

"After Tom Riddle broke out of Merope's spell, he ran away. Merope Gaunt died in childbirth in the orphanage that she gave her son up in"

"But what's that got to do with Grandma?" Alison asked. Her mother bowed her head.

"What people don't know" she began explaining "Is that just before Merope's father, Marvolo Gaunt was put into Azkaban, he and his wife had another child. A daughter, Malia Gaunt"
This time, Alison stood up from her bed with her head in her hands.

"No" she said "No, no this isn't true. You're making this up. It can't be...she can't be..."

"I'm afraid it's true" her mother sighed "Your grandmother, Mary Dilaurentis, is Malia Gaunt by birth. After Marvolo was arrested, his wife took Malia to be looked after by one of her friends near London, as she knew that she was dying and would not be able to take care of the child. After your grandma left Hogwarts, they were killed by You-Know-Who. Malia was left on her own, with no one in her life. That was, until Orion came along"

Alison felt as if the world had come crashing down all at once. She was related to the darkest most hated wizard of all time. Her own father was his first cousin. And her family had kept this a secret from her for her whole life.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me!" she was shouting now "All these years, I grew up not knowing that our family were related to the worst person to ever have existed!" Her mother grabbed her arm and tried to calm her down.

"You're over reacting, Alison" she insisted "It is not such a bad thing. This means you are a distant descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin himself, what an honour that is-"
"I don't care about stupid flipping Salazar Slytherin!" Alison shouted "Don't you care that I have the darkest possible blood running through my veins? Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"How dare you insult Salazar Slytherin like that?" her mother hissed "How dare you insult one of the greatest wizards of all time! How dare you insult the founder of your own house..."
"HE'S NOT THE FOUNDER OF MY OWN HOUSE!"

Both Alison and her mother stopped all moment at the same time. Alison couldn't believe what she had just said, the can of worms she had just opened. She waited anxiously to see what her mother would say.

"What do you mean, he's not the founder of your house?" she snapped "Of course he is, it's in his surname. If you are in Slytherin, you are in his house"

"I'm not in Slytherin" Alison said, almost too quickly. Her mother had a look of horror on her face. She slowly began backing up from her daughter.

"What do you mean, you're not-"
"I'M NOT IN SLYTHERIN, MOTHER, AND MAYBE IF YOU HAD ACTUALLY ASKED ME AND CARED ENOUGH TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING BUT YOURSELF FOR ONCE THEN YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY KNOW THAT!"

Mrs Dilaurentis looked angry. Not only that, she looked frightened.

"What house are you in?" she asked calmly, and for a second, Alison thought that everything might be alright.

"I'm in Gryffindor"

"YOU'RE IN WHAT?" her mother was now yelling from across the other side of the girls bedroom "HOW DARE YOU BE PLACED IN THE ENEMY HOUSE? HOW DARE YOU-"
"THE ENEMY HOUSE?" Alison questioned "ENEMY OF WHAT? THERE IS NO RIVALRY ANYMORE, MOTHER. THESE VIEWS YOU HAVE OF PURE BLOOD SUPERITY ARE ALL COMPLETE NONSENSE. ALL FOUR HOUSES ARE THE SAME, MOTHER, AND I'M PROUD TO BE IN GRYFFINDOR!"
"NO DAUGHER OF MINE SHALL BE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY LIKE THAT!" Mrs Dilaurentis yelled back "YOU HAVE DISGRACED OUR FAMILY NAME"
"WHICH ONE?" Alison argued "BECAUSE IT TURNS OUT, I HAVE THE CHOICE OF FOUR. WHAT'LL IT BE, MOTHER? DRAKE, DILAURENTIS, BLACK...OR GAUNT?"
Her mother walked slowly towards her. Alison pursed her lips and stared up at her.

"Get out" she hissed. Alison's face fell

"W-what?" she said "M-mother-"
"I said" her mother repeated "Get out of this house. I don't want to hear you, I don't want to look at you, I don't even want to think about you. Get out of this house right now"
A few tears welled up in Alison's eyes. She grabbed her trunk, which was still packed with all her things, and rushed out the door.

"Alison?" she heard her brother call "Alison, where are you-?"

But she wasn't listening. She wasn't listening to anything. She couldn't believe her mother had done this to her. Her eleven year old daughter, a disgrace to her stupid family and banished to the streets. There was only one place that Alison could think of going-only one person she thought of seeing. The only person she felt safe with.