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Walking downstairs, Anya couldn't help but feel peeved about Harry, Ron, and Hermione talking about her. She was insulted that they thought she would be supportive of such a lousy aspiration like Voldemort's followers were. Yes, she liked and studied the Dark Arts, but when it came to a life or death situation, did it truly matter what kind of magic she used? If she got out safe, then she would do whatever was necessary.
She did, however, like that Hermione had mentioned her father. If Hermione was able to notice the similarities in her beliefs to the ones she had read about her father then maybe they would find out her identity. If they figured it out, then Dumbledore couldn't get angry at her, it wouldn't be her fault.
Although, at the same time, her identity being a secret could help her in the long run. The Ministry had no idea she was here in 1995, she had long since vanished according to the world. Why would they be searching for her 50 years later? She had been wanted back in 1945, she had been chased by aurors, and had run from the law. She was known to be one of her father's top supporters, despite her young age. If they found out her identity now, what would keep them from arresting her?
Anya could feel the frown gracing her lips when she walked into the kitchen and took a seat. The meeting had ended and only a handful of people were left. Sirius must have noticed her frown because he stood from his seat and clapped a strong hand on her shoulder.
"Why the frown? Harry is here and is a lovely kid, you two might hit it off" Sirius teased and wiggled his eyebrows at the girl. She glared at him and scuffed at the idea of her and Harry ever being together.
"Never in a million years, Black. Potter seems content enough to accuse me of being a Death Eater, after only speaking a few words to me. Real charmer you all have here."
Sirius frown and glanced over at Remus, who was looking at them as well with a puzzled look.
"He accused you of being a Death Eater?" Remus asked.
Anya nodded, gently shaking Sirius' hand off her and taking a seat across from the scarred man.
"Ron told him about me studying the Dark Arts and that my name was Rosier. Apparently, that's enough proof for him." She rolled her eyes and scowled thinking of the self-righteous boy upstairs.
A loud crash quickly broke apart their conversation and they all whipped their heads around to the door.
"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley cried from the doorway.
"I'm sorry! The stupid umbrella stand, that's the second time I've tripped over –" Tonks responded from the hall, before a terrible screech filled the house. Remus quickly darted out of the room, Mrs. Weasley leading ahead.
"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers – "
When the portrait continued to scream obscenities to the occupants of the house, Sirius decided to join them. Anya herself couldn't be bothered to follow, she stayed in the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.
She turned to the two men still in the room with her, "tea?" she offered to the red-haired men in the room, completely ignoring the sleeping Mundungus. Mr. Weasley shook his head no, while Bill smiled and said yes. She put the kettle on the stove and leaned back against the counter, waiting for the water to boil.
"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut UP!" Sirius' roar joined the symphony of sounds.
"Yooooou! Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!" The portrait howled with fury.
"I said – shut UP!" was the last yell before the screeching finally came to an end. Anya rubbed her temples, relieved at the silence. Sadly, it didn't last for too long before everyone soon filed back into the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley came in first, followed by Remus, Sirius, and the teens all led the back of the line. Harry and Anya connected eyes before they both scowled at one another.
"Harry! Good to see you!" Mr. Weasley had jumped up and hurried to shake the boy's hand. Bill rolled up the parchment he had been looking at before joining his father in greeting Harry.
"Journey all right, Harry? Mad-Eye didn't make you come via Greenland, then?" Bill said with a smile. Anya looked at him confused, before shaking her head and looking down to examine her nails. She needs to fix them again, possibly even paint them with the varnish Ginny had showed her a few nights before.
Mrs. Weasley waved her wand to help Bill gather the parchment in his arms, scolding him all the while. "This sort of thing ought to be cleared away promptly at the end of meetings."
Bill quickly vanished the scrolls as everyone decided to sit down. "You've meet Mundungus, haven't you?" Sirius said to Harry, causing the man to jerk awake with a loud snore.
"Some'n say m' name? I 'gree with Sirius…" Mundungus mumbled and lazily raised his hand in a vote. Anya glared at the man in distaste. She didn't understand why the filthy man felt the need to be there if all he was going to do was sleep and dirty up the table.
Ginny and Hermione seemed to have found it funny though, as their giggles echoed gently from where they sat. "The meeting's over, Dung, Harry's arrived" Sirius said.
"Eh?" Mundungus finally sat up and eyed Harry from across the table. "Blimey, so 'e 'as. Yeah…you all right, 'arry?"
"Yeah" Harry answered simply.
Mundungus rummaged around his pockets and pulled out a grimy old pipe, lighting it with his wand and taking a long drag. Green smoke billowed from it, causing almost everyone to shy away.
"For the last time, Mundungus, will you please not smoke that thing in the kitchen, especially not when we're about to eat.!" Mrs. Weasley snapped from where she stood next to Anya at the stove.
"Ah, right. Sorry, Molly" Mundungus said and vanished the smoke before stuffing the pipe back into his tattered coat. Anya sneered at the man before turning away and taking the kettle off the stove when it started to whistle. She waved her hand and two cups floated from the cabinets and placed themselves in front of her.
She poured in the tea before levitating the cups to the table. She set Bill's in front of him with a small smile before taking a seat next to Remus. "You made tea without offering, how rude Miss Rosier." Remus teased the girl quietly and she gave him a smile in return. She waved her hand once again and the teapot floated over with another cup, serving Remus.
"You seem to be quite talented in wandless magic for how young you are." Remus commented. Anya smirked at him, taking a small sip of her tea.
"You seem to forget whose daughter I am. I've been taught magic since I was able to talk. I'm plenty capable of wandless magic."
"Still, I would be careful when you go to Hogwarts. It's not common to do for someone your age, you don't want to bring attention to yourself." Remus warned lightly.
"I'll remember your advice" Anya said honestly. She had gained respect for Remus during her stay at Grimmauld's Place and intended to take his advice to heart. He was a highly intelligent man, and she enjoy the conversations she held with him. They would often talk about books, and historical events that they were both interested in. She was bitter that he would not share much with her about current politics in the world, or anything that he might know about her father, but she didn't push it.
Anya watched as Remus' eyes followed Tonks as she bounded into the kitchen towards Mrs. Weasley with enthusiasm, asking to help cook dinner. His eyes were filled with warmth, but also reservation. Anya looked between the two with narrowed eyes, trying to see the connection the two held. Were the family? No, she doubted that, they held no similar characteristics. Perhaps just very good friends? That was a possibility. The idea of them being romantically involved crossed her mind, but quickly left.
Anya had no experience with romance. She had no time for it growing up, not to mention never interacting with boys her age. She knew the basics of romance, of course, thanks to Queenie's hopeless romanticism. Anya knew about attraction, she had found a few of her father's acolytes handsome, and even, dare she say, a few of her father's enemies. Not that she would have ever admitted to that.
She remembered the two Scamander brothers she first met when she was younger. She was maybe 12 at the time and her father had given her a mission to try and infiltrate their group as a lost girl with connections to Grindelwald. Ultimately, it didn't end up very well and she escaped back to her father. From what she remembered, they were both quite older than her, although she had developed her first crush on the youngest brother. She wondered if the two were still alive, they would be in their hundreds if they were.
Anya's eyes shot to the other end of the kitchen when she heard Mrs. Weasley yell. "Fred – George – NO, JUST CARRY THEM!" a spit second after her shriek, Anya, Mundungus, Harry, Sirius, Bill and Remus dived away from the table. During Anya's thinking of the brothers in the past, she hadn't noticed Fred and George bewitch a large cauldron of stew, a large flagon of butterbeer, and a heavy breadboard, that still had the knife placed on it. The cauldron seemed to have caught on air, skidding a crossed the wooden table, the butterbeer crashed to the ground, quickly spreading its sticky liquid all over the black wooden floor. What really made everyone dive away in panic, was the bread knife had fallen from the bread board in the direction of where they sat and impaled itself, right where Sirius' hand had been seconds before.
"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! THERE WAS NO NEED – I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS – JUST BEAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!" Mrs. Weasley screams at a volume that could easily rival the portrait in the hallway. If this is what it meant to have a maternal mother, Anya was relieved that she had the cold Vinda for a mother.
Harry and Sirius both had burst with laughter when Fred defended himself to his mother, yanking the knife out of the tabletop. Mundungus had fallen away from the table in a less graceful manner, he had toppled his chair backwards. Anya and Remus had left their chairs and ducked low under the table. While Bill had rushed to be closer to the wall. Everyone got to their feet, smiles and laughter soon gracing their faces when the adrenaline finally wore off. Mundungus and Mrs. Weasley seemed to be the only ones who weren't amused. Mrs. Weasley was still fuming at her sons and Mundungus was cursing to himself, trying to right his chair.
"Boys" Mr. Weasley had joined the conversation now, using his wand to clean the mess and coming to Mrs. Weasley's defense. "Your mother's right, you're supposed you show a sense of responsibility now you've come of age – "
"— none of your brothers caused this sort of trouble!" Mrs. Weasley continued to rage at her twins. "Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn't Charm everything he met! Percy – "She cut herself off with a pale look, that matched Mr. Weasley.
"Let's eat!" Bill cut in from where he had moved to the corner.
"It looks wonderful, Molly" Remus said, ladling stew on a plate and handing it to her, before doing the same to Anya and then himself. Anya gave him a quite thank you, watching as everyone else finally joined them and sat around the table for dinner. Bill had helped himself to the seat next to her, and Hermione sat in the one directly across.
"I've been meaning to tell you, there's something trapped in the writing desk in the drawing room, it keeps rattling and shaking. Of course, it could just be a boggart, but I thought we ought to ask Alastor to have a look at it before we let it out" Mrs. Weasley addressed to Sirius.
"Whatever you like," Sirius didn't seem to care much about the conversation of cleaning the house. Not that Anya could blame him, she always hated cleaning anything more than her room back at her father's strongholds.
"The curtains in there are full of doxies too" Mrs. Weasley continued, "I thought we might tackle them tomorrow. Anya dear, perhaps you can help. It would be good for you to get out of that dusty library. Who knows what is in there?"
Anya nodded politely at the woman, "Of course, Mrs. Weasley. Anything I can do to be of help."
"Yeah right, like it's possible to get you away from those lousy books." She heard Ron remark nastily and send a harsh glare his way. He caught her eyes and glared back before turning to inhale his food. Anya hated the rude remarks he would always make at her when she tried to be polite to the others in the house. He needed to learn some manners if he ever hoped to do anything with himself. But, for now, Anya didn't want to teach him manners, she wanted to do something childish instead.
She slyly took her wand from her sleeve and waved it in his direction under the table. His stew exploded into his face, covering his pale skin and hair in the thick, brown liquid.
"Blood Hell!" He shot back in his chair, wiping the stew from his face. The twins, Harry, and Sirius all erupted into laughter. Anya tried to hide her smirk but failed. Remus tried to give her an admonishing look, knowing it had been her, but it was easy to see the smile fighting the corner of his lips and the amusement in his eyes.
"What in the bloody hell did you do that for?!" Ron yelled at her when he saw her smirk.
"You need to learn some manners. Plus, you seemed so eager to inhale your food, I thought having it on your face, would be useful to help you slowdown, least you choke"
Before Ron could retort, Mrs. Weasley stepped in to scold them. "No magic at the table!"
Anya nodded to her immediately, while Ron huffed and crossed his arms. Mr. Weasley waved his wand and cleaned the stew off his son, before Ron ladled more soup onto his plate.
Anya started listening to Remus', Mr. Weasley's and Bill's discussion on the goblins.
"They're not giving anything away yet," said Bill. "I still can't work out whether they believe he's back or not. 'Course, they might prefer not to take sides at all. Keep out of it."
"I'm sure they'd never go over to You-Know-Who," Mr. Weasley, shook his head. "They've suffered losses too. Remember that goblin family he murdered last time, somewhere near Nottingham?"
Anya didn't understand why Voldemort would take the time to murder a goblin family. Did he hate goblins as well as those who were not pureblooded? How did this guy expect the wizarding world to survive with only pureblooded wizarding families? The other magical breeds and races played a pivotal role in the function of the wizarding world, not to mention if it was only pure bloods left, the inbreeding between families would have devastating consequences.
"I think it depends what they're offered," Remus said. "And I'm not talking about gold; if they're offered freedoms, we've been denying them for centuries they're going to be tempted. Have you still not had any luck with Ragnok, Bill?"
"He's feeling pretty anti-wizard at the moment," Bill said in return. "He hasn't stopped raging about the Bagman business, he reckons the Ministry did a cover-up, those goblins never got their gold from him, you know –" Anya decided that listing to the three men talk about goblins wasn't very interesting, nor informative, so she stopped listening.
Mundungus was telling a story, that was no doubt a lie, so Anya didn't bother listing to the man.
Anya caught the stern look Mrs. Weasley had sent to Sirius before she got up from the table to get desert. Anya noticed that Harry had seen the look to, before turning to his godfather to question him.
"Molly doesn't approve of Mundungus," Sirius said quietly.
"How come he's in the Order?" Harry asked.
At the mention of the Order, Anya's attention was caught and concentrated on the conversation, wanting every possible detail.
"He's useful. Knows all the crooks – well, he would, seeing as he's one himself. But he's also very loyal to Dumbledore, who helped him out of a tight spot once. It pays to have someone like Dung around, he hears things we don't. But Molly thinks inviting him to stay for dinner is going to ar. She hasn't forgiving him for slipping off duty when he was supposed to be tailing you." Sirius informed. Unfortunately, none of it really seemed important to Anya.
She helped herself to a serving of the rhubarb crumble, when the conversation finally got interesting.
"Nearly time for bed, I think." Mrs. Weasley said with a yawn.
"Not just yet, Molly," Sirius stated, pushing his plate away and looking at Harry. "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort."
The air turned tense at Sirius statement, everyone looking wary and pale. Anya was glad that it had been brought up, she wanted to know everything she could about this current war if she was expected to fight. She didn't want to fight and put herself in danger for something she knew nothing about, and now she would hopefully learn some more information without directly asking for it, lessening the chances of her being denied.
"I did! I asked Ron and Hermione, but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so—"
"And they're quite right," Mrs. Weasley cut him off. "You're too young." The tiredness had left her face in an instant.
"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions? Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen—" Sirius said.
"Hang on!" George interrupted this time.
"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" Fred joined in angrily. Anya couldn't help but agree with them.
"I agree with the twins. They both are of age, and even I'd like my own questions answered." Anya's voice joined for the first time since dinner started.
"You know why your questions haven't been answered dear." Mrs. Weasley said lightly, unconcerned. Anya raised a brow, feeling insulted at being brushed off.
"No, I'm afraid I don't" Anya said crossing her arms, but was quickly ignored when George jumped back in.
"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!"
"You're too young, you're not in the Order," Fred said in a high-pitched tone, no doubt imitating his mother. "Harry's not even of age!"
"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing," Sirius said calmly towards the twins. "That's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand –"
"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry!" Mrs. Weasley snapped at the dark-haired man, her face looking dangerous. "You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?"
"Which bit?" Sirius said politely, but Anya could see himself readying for a fight.
"The bit about not telling Harry more then he needs to know," Mrs. Weasley said. Anya and Remus had focused most of their attention on Sirius at that point, Anya was taking Sirius side, mostly for the fact that she would gain more information if Harry was able to have his questions answered.
"I don't intend to tell him more then he needs to know, Molly. But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back, he has more right than most to – "
"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" Mrs. Weasley seemed determined to make sure that Harry was given no answers, which Anya thought was selfish on her part. She wasn't his mother, and from what Anya could tell, she wasn't his guardian either. Anya truly didn't think Mrs. Weasley was in the right, but Anya kept her mouth closed.
"He's not James, Sirius!" Mrs. Weasley seemed to have sit a sore spot, because Sirius' face immediately turned to stone, and his voice was cold.
"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly,"
"I'm not sure you are! Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!"
Anya turned to Remus and motioned for him to lean down towards her. She sat a little straighter so she could reach his ear.
"Aren't you going to say something? You seem to be the most reasonable when it comes to Black. It surely can't be good for them to continue like this." She whispered in his ear.
"There isn't much good I can do when they start to argue. They both have fiery tempers that are good to get out after a time." Remus whispered back to the young girl.
"Still, I don't even know Potter, but I can see the frustration in his eyes. The arguing is only going to backfire against your Order. Answering him will be the best choice" Anya responded quietly, keeping her eye on the argument in front of her.
"We aren't supposed to tell him a lot of stuff according to Order matters, ones that you, unfortunately cannot know as well. But I do agree that he should know some of the basics" Lupin said with a gentle smile at the girl.
Remus leaned away from the blonde before quietly putting his own input in the argument. "Personally, I think it better that Harry gets the facts – not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture – from us, rather then a garbled version from … others."
Remus' opinion seemed to have been the last straw for Mrs. Weasley who decided the fight was not going to end in her favor. "Well, well… I can see I'm going to be overruled. I'll just say this; Dumbledore must have had his reason for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone whose got Harry's best interests at heart – "
"He's not your son," Sirius said with a glare at the woman.
"He's as good as, who else has he got?" Mrs. Weasley spat.
"He's got me!"
"Yes, the thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?"
Anya's jaw slightly dropped at the nasty comment. Anya didn't know the entire situation, but she had gathered the basics about Sirius and his previous imprisonment. She knew it was a sore spot for the man, and she lost a bit of respect for Mrs. Weasley at her remark.
"Mrs. Weasley, I don't believe that was a necessary comment. I may not have a clear understanding, but I do know that Black was imprisoned for false crimes. The fact that you threw that in his face when it came to Potter's well-being was cold. You can make decisions for your children, but as much as you might not like it, Potter isn't one of them." Anya said, deciding to take the rare stance of defending another.
Mrs. Weasley looked at the girl with a shocked and slightly hurt look, before the anger flooded her face as she snapped, "You can't talk Anastasia, considering who your father is. I doubt he was able to make decisions for your wellbeing, being consumed with his ideology!"
Anya felt the rage course through her veins, and she could have cursed the red-haired woman on the spot. This woman knew nothing about her father. How dare she assume anything about her father and his concern for Anya.
"How dare you!" Anya roared as she stood from her seat, glaring at the woman with icy blue eyes. Her eyes were so cold, everyone seemed to flinch away from the girl, feeling the power that radiated from her.
"Anastasia –" Remus started, wanting to calm the girl but was quickly ignored.
"You know nothing about my father and me! Don't ever assume that you do! I'm here because my father cared for my well-being! He sent me away from him to protect me! Papa's aspirations never got in the way of his concern for me! He included me and taught me. He made hard decisions for the greater good! While, you're here, arguing about some faceless villain that seems to terrify you so much that you can't even mention his name!"
"Your father was a monster! He would have been a man Order would have fought against! You can't possibly think his actions were right!"
Anya was livid, she wanted to show the woman how much her father had taught her and what it meant to be on her bad side. She wasn't just any 15-year-old girl, she was the daughter of one of the most powerful wizards ever known, did this woman really think that she could insult Anya's father with no repercussions?
She could feel the darkness swirling in the back of her mind, whispering for the girl to attack, to punish the woman for her insolence, her disrespect. The darkness crawled and danced at the edge of her vision, blocking out the others in the room.
Anya could feel herself reaching for her wand, focused entirely on the woman in front of her, so much so that she didn't notice Remus had jumped from his seat, until he wrapped his arms tightly around the young girl, trapping her arms at her side, unable to reach any farther.
"ENOUGH!" Remus snapped at the two. He could feel Anya struggling against his hold. He had well over a foot on the girl in height and was much stronger, so her fighting didn't faze him, but he knew she was livid.
"I think that's enough Molly." Remus said walking forward, slightly dragging the angry girl with him. He bent down to Anya's ear and whispered to her quietly, "stop fighting and calm down, if you do ill let you go."
Anya stopped struggling, and when she stayed still, causing Remus removed his arms. She quickly took a step back and sent him a quick glare.
"Go upstairs, it's been a long night. Get some rest" He said to the girl.
"I want to know what's going on. I have been locked in this house, in a new time with no information on a battle I'm expected to fight. I want to know" Anya argued.
"No, not after trying to attack Molly. You need to show the Order you can be trusted with the information and that you are mature enough to handle it. Whatever your father may have trusted you with or how much he trusted you, it doesn't hold much credibility here" Remus said sternly.
"I—"
"Go" He said sharply, cutting her off. She sent one last nasty look to Mrs. Weasley before storming upstairs to her room.
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Poor Anya was close to getting answers, but her temper ruined her chance. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! We got to learn a little bit about Anya's past in the chapter, and some of the things she did for her father. How do you guys like Remus' interactions with her in this chapter? I like the idea of him being a respected authority figure to her, she definitely needs one in my eyes. Let me know your thoughts and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!