Okay, I'm putting this here because I honestly do not remember where I was going with it. All I can remember was that FemHarry was the daughter of Bellatrix (though I can't remember if it was biologically with Lily, or a case of kidnap adoption), and I called it Black Sisters.
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Prologue
In Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Honor Druella Potter sat alone against the wall, in the only unoccupied room that was even remotely clean, the drawing room. The baggy cast-off clothing she wore hid her figure. Black hair, which fell down to her waist in curls, framed her regal face. Across from her, hanging on the wall, was the Black family tapestry, which her emerald eyes idly studied.
"Don't you think you went a little hard on them?" Sirius, Honor's godfather, asked from the doorway, referring to her earlier blow-up at her two best friends.
Honor snorted. "Ron maybe," she explained. "The only way he knows to communicate over distance is owl. But Hermione could have sent something in the muggle post, or picked up the phone and called. Come to think about, I'm sure I should also have yelled at you and the Order for telling them not to contact me," she added coolly, with a glare at Sirius.
Sirius shuddered. "Please don't glare at me like that Prongslet," Sirius asked. "You reminded me of my cousin just then."
Honor raised an eyebrow. "Your cousin?"
Sirius nodded before gesturing to one of the images on the family tree. "Bellatrix Lestrange, one of You-know-who's most faithful, and fanatic, followers." He frowned for a moment. "Come to think of it, you reminded me of her back in the Shrieking Shack." He turned back to his goddaughter.
"She's the one that tortured Neville's parents, isn't she?"
Sirius nodded. "Her favorite spell is the Cruciatus curse." He smirked. "Well, enough about all of this depressing nonsense." The older man gestured for her to follow him. "Come on, I have something I need to give you."
Honor stood and followed her godfather out of the room and up to the master bedroom.