Genevieve sat in her room at Grimmauld Place, the room that used to be her mother's, going through the same pictures that she'd gone through a million times now. She watched as her mother laughed with her brothers, all three of them in their Hogwarts uniform. She'd holed herself up in her room the day before hers and Harry's birthday, not exactly in a celebrating mood. While the angry letters slowed down quite a bit, the ones that she was getting were horrible and devastating. The only other person that knew about the letters was Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley had found the letters when she was going around to all of the rooms and getting everyone's laundry to wash. The letters had fallen out from between two shirts and she'd sat down to read them. When Mrs. Weasley confronted her about it, she did what she could to convince the older woman, the last mother figure she had, that she was fine, that it didn't bother her as much as it used to.

"Gen? Are you still in there?"

"The door's unlocked, Harry. You can come in."

She put the pictures back in the drawer as her brother came in, looking over at him as he sat down next to her.

"Are you gonna join us downstairs?"

"I'm not exactly in a celebrating mood."

"I thought you weren't getting letters anymore."

"I'm not. But that's not why I wanna stay here."

"Then why? Things were fine until last night. What happened that makes you wanna-"

"I got a letter from the Ministry. They want me to come in to be interrogated."

"When did that happen?"

"Yesterday. I wouldn't go, but if I don't, they'll probably come to get me."

"What do they want to talk to you about? And when do you have to go?"
"My father. And tomorrow morning."

"I have to go tomorrow too."

"I know. Arthur's taking me with you. I just really don't want to go."

Genevieve sat outside what she thought was an interrogation room, waiting to be called in. Mr. Weasley had tried to go with her, but he'd been instructed to wait, neither one of them being told how long this would take. She watched as a small group of people walked inside the room she'd be in and alarms immediately started going off in her head. Why would so many people be needed for a simple interrogation? She knew a little more than she should at her age, but a 15-year-old would be no match for an adult that worked at the Ministry. She was about to get up and leave when the door opened again and her name was called. She let out a shaky breath as she got up and went inside the room and her heart dropped into her stomach. She didn't see anything else but the table in the middle of the room that was designed to restrain someone. The straps on the table looked like belts that had definitely been put through a lot of use. She felt her heart start racing when someone took hold of her arm, struggling a bit when she was dragged toward the table, the sound of her blood rushing loud in her ears muffled a lot. Despite her struggling, she was strapped to the table, the straps bound tightly around her wrists and ankles. Her breathing picked up as she saw someone come up to her left while the Minister came up to her right side.

"As long as you answer these questions truthfully, nothing unpleasant will happen, Ms. Potter."

"I have no reason to lie. Please let me go. We can do this sitting down."

"This is just a precaution."

"I'm not Voldemort."

"Your father."

"Unfortunately. But just because he fathered me, doesn't mean I'm anything like him."

"But you are. More than you know."

She gulped when he shifted and pulled out a list of questions before getting started. She panted softly in fear as she watched him.

"How many Death Eaters do you know?"

"None, to my knowledge."

She saw a flash of red light coming from her left and let out a scream as she felt like she was being stabbed with burning hot knives. She felt herself fall back onto the table when it stopped, panting hard as she looked over at the Minister in horror.

"How many Death Eaters do you know?"

"None."

She let out another scream as the stabbing pain started again, her back arching more this time than it had last time. When it stopped again, she'd started tearing up.

"How many?"

"None."

"We both know that's a lie. So tell the truth, Ms. Potter."

"I swear I don't know any. I don't believe in what Voldemort does. I don't associate with him or them."

"Speaking of which, where is your father?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard from him since the tournament."

The screaming started again, making her thrash around a bit this time. She screamed out for her parents, part of her hoping that somehow they could come to her, though she knew better.

"Where's your father?"

"I don't know… I promise."

"Have you joined him?"

"I would rather die than join him. I swear, Minister. Please let me go?"

She started crying harder as the questioning continued, giving the same answers every time. She'd lost track of time, but also part of her mind. She could feel herself losing touch with reality and she stopped fighting. By the Fudge had decided she'd had enough, she was staring off into space with a glazed over look in her eyes as tears dripped down her face. Her answers hadn't changed, making him think that she was telling the truth, though he was still scared she was faking it somehow. She felt herself getting unstrapped and taken out to Mr. Weasley, though she was VERY wobbly and unsteady on her feet. She made no indication that she recognized either Mr. Weasley or Harry when they called her name, continuing to stare off into space, swaying uneasily as if she were gonna fall over any second. She could hear questions being asked of her, but she couldn't answer. She was brought back to Grimmauld Place where Mrs. Weasley spent the rest of the day trying to take care of her.

Sirius' POV:

Walking into mine and Remus' bedroom, I flopped onto the bed with a heavy sigh, laying on my back. It was nearing 3 in the morning and nobody could figure out what had gone on in that room that made Genevieve so….robotic. It took a while for anyone to get a word out of her and when she did say something, she asked for her parents. We ended up coming up with the story that Lily and James had died and left Remus and I in charge of them. Was it the right thing to do? I don't know. But it seemed easy for her to accept that we had raised her. We don't know if she actually lost her memory. She seemed to recognize a lot of us, but when we asked her simple things, she seemed blank.

"I see you've finally emerged."

"You should be preparing for the full moon, Moons."

"I was about to go down to the basement, but Severus is here with news."

I sighed heavily again and got up, shuffling downstairs to see Snivellus talking to Molly. He sneered when he spotted me and I didn't have the energy to say anything.

"Don't even start. It's 3 in the morning and we've been going since yesterday morning. Remus said you have news? Hopefully about Genna?"

"I do. Is she asleep?"

"And has been for 2 hours."

"Has she said anything else?"

"No. Now, what's the damn news?"

"According to my source in the Ministry, they gave Genevieve the same treatment that your cousin gave the Longbottoms."

I heard Molly gasp in horror at the same time Remus started feeling the effects of the moon. Molly told me to take Remus downstairs and that she'd take over in case Genevieve needed someone. And all I could do was listen to her. At least Genna would be taken care of. I took Remus' hand and led him down to the cellar that had been emptied once we moved in here. I locked the door and started taking off my clothes, the light reflecting off of the many scars I'd gotten since my time at Hogwarts.

"Go back upstairs, Pads. I can do this one alone. Go be with Genie."

"I can't. Molly won't let me leave you alone even if I wanted to. So right now, I don't wanna be alone."

"Your age is showing."

"So is yours, you mutt. So take your clothes off so we can get this over with. And don't think I won't bite back this time."

Ron's POV:

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was impossible to sleep, knowing what was going on. It didn't help that the image of Eve coming home looking like a damn zombie kept coming into my head. I couldn't believe that the Ministry, of all groups, would do that to a teenager. I couldn't just lay there anymore, getting up and going down the hall to Eve's room, seeing mum sitting outside the door knitting.

"Couldn't sleep either, Ronnie?"

"No. I can't stop thinking about her."

"I know. Nobody can. But she'll be fine."

"What if she won't be? What if she never gets her memories back?"

"Then we'll care for her. We're still her family. No matter what. She'll be cared for, love. I promise."

I sighed and sat in front of my mum, leaning against her legs. As she ran her fingers through my hair, I tried to fight back the tears that were stinging my eyes, but I couldn't. And mum knew it, wrapping her arms around me and kissing my head.

"I promise you, Ron. She will be fine. Yes, she's had a lot to be scared and worried about, but that's why we're here. To show her that family is not always blood. It's love and acceptance. She's had a lot of downs, but we're here to build her up. And give her the love and care she deserves. Yes, it hurts to see her like this, but she won't hurt forever. She won't always be so sad."

"Why did she have to be this sad to begin with?"

"I don't know, love. All we can really do is be there for her and show her what love is and let her accept it in her own time."

I just leaned into my mum and cried, letting her hold onto me, needing that at the moment. I looked over when Eve came out of her room, pulling away and wiping my eyes.

"Eve? What's wrong?"

"You're crying."

"I'm fine. I got dust in my eye. Why are you up?"

"I want some water."

"I'll get some, dear. Would you like to come down with me?"

I tried not to cry again as I watched her nod, seeing how childlike she was after her torture. It was painful to watch the girl I love act like a child because she'd lost her mind. Almost disgustingly painful. I followed them down to the kitchen, sitting down with Eve at the table, looking at her.

"How did you sleep?"

"Ok, I guess. Why were you crying?"

"Like I said, I got dust in my eyes. Do you want something other than water?"

"No. I just got really thirsty."

"Ok."

I sat back, watching as mum came over with some water for Eve, taking the cup mum handed me. I took a drink and looked over when I saw a figure in the doorway, spotting Sirius, who was watching Eve with a sad smile. I tapped her shoulder gently and motioned toward the door. The two people she recognized right away were Sirius and Harry. Remus followed, and then Severus was last when he showed up. Everyone else seemed to have been forgotten. She smiled and went over to hug him, holding onto him tightly.

"Hello, Genna. You should be in bed, young lady."

"I got thirsty. So Mrs. Weasley got me some water. Where's uncle Remus?"

"He's busy at the moment, but you'll see him in the morning. But it's time for you to go back to bed. Come on."

I hugged Eve goodnight when she came over before letting her go, watching her hug mum before going upstairs with Padfoot, hearing her soft giggling as she went upstairs.

Severus' POV:

Walking into Black's house was not one of my favorite things to do, but it was best for Genevieve to be around them right now. As I walked through the kitchen, I could hear Genevieve's laughter coming from upstairs. As much as I wanted to see her, my reason for being here was a private meeting that Albus requested about Genevieve. I sat down at the table in the kitchen after shutting the door, seeing the people that were the most concerned about Genevieve sitting at the table too. Looking over at Albus, I wanted to get this over with so I can see her once before I go back to Hogwarts to start the lesson plans.

"Cornelius wants someone he trusts to watch over Harry, and Genevieve if she goes back to school. So the question today is if she should go back."

"Of course she should go back to school. She likes to learn, and it's where she belongs."

"She should stay here, Severus. I know you want to keep an eye on her, but she doesn't remember much. And you can't keep an eye on her when you're dealing with students. Yes, she'll miss you, but she'd be better off here."

"You're not her parent, Molly. You don't get to decide things for her."

"No, I'm not. But you're not thinking clearly. We're all worried for her, but we have to think about her. Not what we want for her."

"Both of you, stop. Before you start fighting, don't. The fact of the matter is that this is not an easy decision, and it's time sensitive on top of that. If she goes back to Hogwarts, she'll get bullied again by the students and the Ministry. No matter what we do, what Albus does, we can't protect her from everything. If she stays, she misses this year of school, at the very least. And no matter where she is, she's going to need round the clock care. So the decision is ultimately hers. Though, I doubt she can make the decision on her own at the moment."

I watched, seething, as Lupin and Black look at each other. As much as I hated to admit it, Lupin was right. Genevieve should be making this decision for herself, but we have to make it for her. Something she wouldn't take too kindly to if she got her memories back. But a decision had to be made. The silence between us all carried on until Tonks broke it.

"Why don't we send her on a trial period? Have her friends keep an eye on her and keep us updated. If things get to be too much for her, we bring her back."

I looked around the table, watching everyone agree with her, even if hesitantly.

"It does seem to be the most sensible."

"Then that's what we'll do."

I nodded and got up, wanting to see Genevieve, going upstairs to find her. She seemed to see me before I saw her, because the next thing I knew, two small arms were wrapped around me. I hugged her back as I looked down at her.

"Hello, little one. What are you doing?"

"Ron is teaching me how to play wizard's chess. Come play with me?"

"I wish I could, little one. But I have something to talk to you about. Let's go into your room?"