(Smiles with eyes wide with panic) How did this story manage to blow up so much?! 518 followers, 367 favorites, and 11 communities~ I don't know what I did to deserve this. (teary eyed) I also want to say thank you for your kind words of encouragement as they helped me more then you know. I'm probably still going to be slow with updating but I won't leave the story incomplete, I promise. Being a mom, college student, and having a lot of illnesses kind of gets in the way of things, either way, love you and enjoy your well deserved chapter.

"It takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it."

Ebonymoore Manor, June 11th, 1985

The tension in the air twisted with magic and could be felt throughout the entire manor. "I dared nothing James Potter!" Sirius sneered coldly once more as he noticed the slowly growing desolate appearance on his former best friend's face. "I have no need to steal from you." he sniffed in distain before a cruel smirk made its way across his face. "Where is my Goddaughter, Potter?"

"YOU KNOW VERY WELL, DAMN IT!" James snarled pulling at his wand.

"Enough, James." A sharp voice of a woman spoke as James twig of a wand flew out of his hands and into the women's. "You are causing a scene."

Sirius took in the sharp aristocratic features of an oval face and wide doll-like moss green eyes as plump lips pursed themselves with displeasure. Strawberry wine colored hair cut in a sharp bob bounced around the middle of her neck in curls. "You are?" Sirius uttered dryly to the woman who seemed like a weak wash-up of his dearly departed friend.

"Annabelle Ambroise-Potter, Heiress to the Ancient House of Ambroise and Lady of the House Potter." she snapped back haughtily as if her title was supposed to impress.

Arcturus gave a dry chuckle at the unimpressed expression on his grandson's face. "Lord Sirius Black of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black." he drawled, raising a brow that caused Arcturus to feel a pain as he remembered his once sweet boy before Walburga corrupted him. "I guess congratulations in order then?" The dog animagus gave a pointed look at Annabelle's protruding belly which was too far along, considering they only had recently married.

Annabelle felt her face flush with humiliation as her grip tightened around her husband's wand. The House of Black had a richer and more influence than Annabelle's family did. "I'm delighted for your congratulations, Lord Black." She turned and gripped James rancorously by the arm. "Let's go!" Annabelle hissed, dragging him off before he could protest and ignoring the decorum she once portrayed.

"I pity, James." Petunia spoke up with a shake of her head. "He's still a spoiled prat."

"Charles and Dorea had James later in life." Arcturus whispered to his grandson's wife. "Dorea was heartbroken after her daughter Luna died of Dragon Pox. I think her biggest fear was having another child who would die, and so she suffocated and spoiled James to the point it went to his head. I do wonder what Charles would have done if he witnessed his son now." he ended with curiosity coloring over usually dull eyes.

"Our parents, Apollo and Holly, would have never spoiled us so." Petunia replied with a crack in her voice as she brought up her parents whom she knew loved Lily more.

"Apollo is an odd name for a muggle."

"My dad's named by the tradition you have here." Petunia muttered with slight distaste as she wasn't allowed to name her children unless it was the middle name. "Grandpa was an odd one." Petunia shrugged.

Arcturus eyes sharpened with suspicion, "What was your Grandfather's name, flower." he inquired softly underneath his breath as the three of them walked away from the nosy crowd.

"Marius Evans." she whispered with confusion on her face. "Why are you asking, grandfather?"

Arcturus contemplates to a silent wide-eyed Sirius. "You don't presume?" Sirius mumbled his face turning a waxy pale color.

Petunia examined between the both of them and narrowed her eyes, "What is going on!" she demanded of her husband.

Sirius grabbed Petunia's hand, "Follow me, love." he hushes as he manages to sneak out of the hall as Arcturus produces a distraction.

Sirius frogged, marches them down the long hallway until they reached a room that had a larger version of the Black family tree. "Sirius?" Petunia uttered confused. "Most people believe we only have one Family Tree which is stationed at Grimmauld Place. The one there is only the minor one for the main and cadet branch. This one here is for every Black born in the world regardless of their so called banishment." Sirius ended wryly as he pointed to a spot. "Seems like my grandfather was correct."

Petunia stared at the wallpaper with wide eyes, "No!" she uttered in disbelief as there in solid color was not only her grandfather's face but so was hers.

Marius Black(Deceased)-Isadora Malfoy(Deceased)

Apollo Black(Deceased)-Holly Williams (Deceased)

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Petunia Black| Lily Black(Deceased)

"So much for not trying to marry into the family." Sirius dryly cracks trying to make a joke that falls flat.

"Not now Sirius!" Petunia snapped as she swayed on her feet.

Sirius let a frown cover his face as he wrapped his arms around his wife, "Petal this isn't the end of the world, love."

"I know that!" Petunia heaved as she brought a frail hand to her face, "It's just, our parents never knew about magic and our grandfather never said anything. How could he not say anything?"

There was a moment of pause as Sirius struggled to formulate a proper answer for Lily's sister. "I imagine that Marius was treated harshly by the cadet branch when he did not get his letter at eleven. Magical families tend to do a magic check at the hospital when the baby is six months to see if they're a squib. This practice is to prevent pain for both the child and family as the baby can be put up for adoption without heartbreak or pain of whatifs. Knowing my family, they didn't do the testing due to their arrogance of pure blood." he ended with a heavy scoff of distain.

"My grandfather told us he was thrown out on the streets with only the clothes on his back when he was eleven." Petunia whispered with horror. "It was the nineteen-thirties and the Great Depression was in full swing." she leaned into Sirius for comfort. "My poor grandfather."

North Side of Diagon Alley, Charing Cross Road, London, England, September 1st 1985

Nova Black observed the classroom with curiosity as she sensed her cousin Draco Malfoy shift nervously by her side as he stood guard. The classroom was loud and filled with happy chatter from all sorts of magical children. "Calm your nerves, cousin." Nova sweetly spoke as she grasped his hand in comfort.

Draco's blue-gray eyes rolled with slight disdain, though he did squeeze back, "Their so loud." he drawled.

"Oh ho, lookie here, Georgie." a voice mused from behind the star named pair who jumped in surprised and whirled around to fine two identical boys with matching grins and bright ginger hair. "Mature wee ones we got."

"Weasley's!" Draco uttered with disdain that looked odd on his cherubic face.

"No need to tell who you are, Malfoy." The one they assumed to be Georgie spoke with a huff.

Nova elbowed Draco as she gave him a stern look, "I apologize for my cousin's like of manners." she huffed goodnaturedly. "Haven't properly trained him quite yet."

"NOVA!" Draco growled cheeks pink in embarrassment as he turned to gallop off towards two burly boys.

"I think I like this one, Forge!" snickered Georgie as he leaned and ruffled Nova's wild curls happily.

Nova gave a scowl as she sent a minuscule electric shock through her finger as she poked Georgie causing him to give a loud yelp of surprise. "I do believe introductions are, in order, yes?" Nova bit out as intimidating as a five-year old could be. "Don't touch the hair."

"Fredrick Gideon Weasley-Prewett and George Fabian Weasley-Prewett, heirs to the Ancient and Noble House of Prewett." both chorused in unison. "You are?"

"Nova Sage Black, Heiress to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black." she paused with deep confusion. "I thought Charles Weasley was the second-born and would be the heir?"

"Normally yes, but when twins are born they supersede the line of heirship in the Prewett family. Our uncle Fabian has partially taken us in much to the displeasure of our mum."

"Mum didn't want us here with the proper dark wizards and witches." Fred she was sure of, replied with a roll of his eyes. "Uncle Fabian and mother were at a donnybrook for hours before for our da stepped in and settled everything. Bill and Charlie get partial training by both mum and dad for the Weasley heirship as Bill is the oldest and Charlie is considered the spare. Percy and Ronald get full training by our mother while we and our sister Ginny will get full Prewett training."

"That sounds complicated it does." Nova uttered eyes wide with the information on the Weasley family. "I wonder why none of you are getting Black training." she mused with a tilt.

"Why would we?" they chorused confusion clear as day on their freckled covered faces.

"Don't you know?" Nova mutters as she pulls at a strain of her hair. "Your grandmother, Cedrella Weasley, was a Black before she married your grandfather. I believe we're like second or third cousins twice removed."

"Fancy that, Georgie." Fred whispered stunned.

"Kinda makes since now why mum never speaks well about our grandmother." responded Geroge as he mocked pulling at a beard.

"I'm sorry if I have opened a case of snakes on you." Nova apologized shyly hoping to not lose the first few potential friends.

"Don't matter to us!" Fred cheerful replied as he beamed a smile at Nova, letting the news of their grandmother to slide of his back for now.

"Yeah," George responded as he playfully wrapped his arm around Nova's shoulders. "It just means we have another ickle sister to look after is all." Nova felt her cheeks warm up with pleasure. "Now let's introduce you to the others." he chirped as he pointed around at the various kids.

"Oh," she mused wanting to acquire more hopeful friends. She loved her siblings, but it wasn't the same.

"The two quiet boys reading together in the corner are Dorian Bones and Theoadore Nott." Fred pointed to the corner.