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Note: These last few weeks have been odd and stressful, & the people have been even more so in my area. I have been stressed out from having to deal with other's poor attitudes and blatant disrespect to myself & others. I have had enough of it! While none of you were the cause for it, I fear that you too have suffered with similar situations or worse. So with this note I want you to do something a bit silly and wrap your arms around yourself and give yourself a big hug. Yes, right now.

You are important!

You are needed!

You are a great person who should never give up!

I will never give up on you, and I hope you will never give up on me.

Be safe. Be happy. Be healthy. Be unique. Be you.

Now, enough with the self therapy & let's get on with the story!


Opening Books


After the Greengrass', the Lovegood's, and the Bones' had left, it was a surprise to have an owl barrel into the middle of dinner and land in Ted's French Onion soup; showering Ted, Sirius, and Andromeda in the flavorful broth.

"What in the world?!" Andromeda gasped in surprise, especially when the bird had the nerve to hold out it's leg to her with a semi-soggy letter.

"My guess, it's Amos," Ted grumbled as he pouted at his now uneatable soup.

"It could be the Weasley's owl. I've heard about Errol," Cissa frowned thoughtfully.

Andromeda glared at the owl as she took the letter, it shook off on the table and flew out the window, "That was uncalled for."

"We'll think of a proper revenge later, Andy," Cissa sighed as she looked to Sirius pointedly. "Cast the scourgify charm and dry you all off, please?"

"Scourgify," Sirius was still a bit of shock, but after he cast the charm, he barked out a soft chuckle. "Who's it from, Andy?"

"Amos. Apparently he doesn't want to meet, but has agreed to be a sponsor, as long as we include a Quidditch team and pitch," Andy grumbled.

"Didn't we already tell him that there was to be a gym class, and Quidditch was to be included in a more friendly manner?" Ted asked in confusion.

"He probably only glanced at the request," Andromeda deadpanned in annoyance.

Cissa leaned over to Sirius and whispered, "It looks like Andy's least favorite is to be Amos, not Connor."

"I'll pay up later," Sirius grumbled.

"You two bet on my reactions?" Andromeda glowered at the two of them.

"Nothing major, just a trip to the Zoo or an amusement park for the kiddos. I wanted the amusement park; Narcissa, the Zoo. It was Dora's idea!" Sirius was quick to try to place the blame.

"Mum, quit trying to give Cousin Sirius gray hairs; you encourage dad and me to do it all the time," Dora rolled her eyes.

"Someone has to get their goats at some point, dear," Andy smirked. "Now, how do you all think we should get Amos back for his owl's behavior?"

"A rumor that Quidditch is being replaced by Quadpot?" Ted offered.

"Talk his son into teaming up with us to prank his father," Sirius grinned.

"Maybe say that Sirius bought a broom factory and that he's having special brooms made, only for the Black Family?" Cissa added.

"Wait, how'd you know Jamie and I purchased a lot of shares in the broom industry?" Sirius asked Narcissa curiously.

"..."

"You did? Wait, does that mean that Harry has part ownership in a broom factory?" Cissy blinked in understanding, "That explains a lot."

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Ted asked curiously.

"It has to do with my switching sides, so to speak," Cissa explained vaguely. "So, shall we check off Diggory on our list?"

*CLUNK*

*CLUNK*

"Who could that be?" Ted frowned worriedly as they all heard the noise at the door.

"Dora, take the boys to the floo point, if we aren't back in five, get them and your Aunt Cissa out of here," Ted ordered his daughter.

"Dad, I'm the Auror Trainee, don't you think I should be the one answering the door?" Dora rolled her eyes.

Narcissa silently made her way to the door, ignoring the arguing father-daughter duo and motioning the others to keep quiet. She peered through the peep-hole, and saw red.


When the arguing duo stopped for a breath, they were curious as to why there were voices coming from the entryway and where Narcissa had gone.

It was with the grace of a thundering herd of elephants that those that had remained in the dining area raced to the entryway, where they were greeted by a sea of red hair.

"Weasley's! Welcome!" Sirius chuckled welcomingly.

"Black, you rascal!" Arthur Weasley chuckled happily. "We were just discussing things with your cousin, something about the twins and how to get Malfoy for his misdeeds..."

"Not just that, we were talking about building a primary school and you and your wife were the first people that we thought of. We need a chef to teach children how to cook and cook them lunch. Word of Mrs. Weasley's wondrous cooking has spread far and wide. The best part is, you'd still be near your children and have plenty of time to take care of them and your home and family, along with pay. We also wanted to talk to your husband about possibly being an ambassador to the first generation wizards and witches, along with another representative of the school. If everything goes well, we'd like to build a supplemental course building for older years, where Mr. Weasley would be the Headmaster in charge, and Mrs. Weasley could teach a more in-depth cooking course," Narcissa blurted out indelicately.

"Please take a breath," the littlest Weasley, the only girl, looked at Narcissa with alarm.

"Thank you," Narcissa smiled at the girl as she took a breath. "I'm Narcissa Black, but you can call me Cissa. That's my cousin Sirius, my sister Andy, Andy's husband Ted, their daughter Nymphadora, but call her Dora, and lastly my son Draco and Sirius' godson Harry."

"Like Harry Potter?!" Ginny asked hopefully.

"Yes?" Harry asked worriedly, hiding behind Andromeda, who was often more fierce looking than Sirius.

"I'm Ginerva but everyone calls me Ginny! That's my brother Ron, that's Fred & George, that's Percy, and that's Charlie! My biggest brother, Bill, has a pren-tic-ship with the Goblins. Oh, and this is my mummy and daddy," Ginny smiled as she introduced everyone.

"She's going to be a little heart-breaker, you have my sympathies," Sirius nodded to Arthur.

"She's very much her mother's daughter," Arthur chuckled. "Now, erm... Mrs. Black, you say you want Molly and I to work and run this school with you? Eventually, I'd be Headmaster of this extra schooling you plan to have for after Hogwarts?"

"Exactly. You would be paid as well," Sirius grinned. "What do you think, Molly? Arthur?"

"How much experience have you had with cooking?" Molly asked Narcissa and Andromeda with a furrowed brow.

"Not much," Andromeda replied. "Ted does the cooking or did, until Dobby took over."

"A bit, but I love learning new recipes," Narcissa smiled hopefully.

That was when Molly pulled a book out of her skirt, "Well then, shall we start with teaching you two a few recipes that might come in handy with the children?"