Chapter 11

Nelda drifted awake to the feel of something wet and cold against her cheek and the sound of huffing. She reached up with one hand and felt something warm and soft. She cracked open one eye and smiled. It looks like her Macha wanted her awake.

"Tha i fliuch agus fuar! Macha!" She giggled out to her familiar, slipping into her first language again. (It is wet and cold). The bear continued to nudge her with her nose before she started to groom Nelda's hair. "Come on Macha, let me up!" She said while giggling. Eventually her familiar relented and she got up to get ready for her day. She took a quick shower and left her hair down to dry before dressing herself in a light green silk tunic with a light brown belt around her waist with darker brown leather leggings and boots that went to mid calf. She went back to her bedside table and clasped her knife sheath to her belt. After her hair finally dried she braided the hair by her temple and clasped in her hair clasp.

She exited the room with Macha in search of her Nan. Eventually she found her in the blue parlor reading a book. When she entered the room Augusta put her book down to give Nelda her full attention while Macha went to curl up by the window.

"Nan, Azalea brought to my attention that she knows someone who might be able to teach us weaponry skills." She said in a calm voice.

"Oh, who might that be?" Augusta asked with interest.

"A woman by the name of Eir Rowle. I believe she was a squib. Azalea told me that she was in the Royal Marines, whatever that is." Nelda supplied while swiping a scone from the plate on the coffee table.

"The Royal Marine are a muggle military branch I believe." Augusta informed her granddaughter.

Just after she finished her sentence Azalea strolled in wearing a magenta tunic with a light silver belt and charcoal grey leggings with her calf length boots. Her two daggers were strapped on her belt on her right side. "Good morning everyone one!" Azalea chirped. She had one hand buried in Herne's fur on his neck.

"Good morning Azalea. Would you be willing to write Ms Rowle a letter. I would like to see if she would be interested in teaching you self defense." Augusta told her ward.

"Sure thing Nan. I'll write to her tonight. She is really pretty, you know." Azalea said as she followed Herne to the window Macha had curled up at and plopped down in the middle of the animal pile. She was leaning against Macha's side with Herne in her lap. Just then Hedwig flew in from the open window and landed on her shoulder, taking her time to preen her human's hair. Azalea felt completely at peace for the first time in her life.

Nelda turned back to her Nan with a contemplative look in her eyes. "Nan, would we be able to stop at gringotts soon? I think it would be a smart idea to get the Potter Grimoire so Azalea can learn about her family. I also believe that I am now ready to take on the heiress ring. I know you offered it to me last year but I did not know my purpose then. I know it now as well as who I want to strive to be." Nelda said with confidence. She no longer drowned in the feeling of inadequacy, no longer despaired over the thought that she was unworthy.

A look of pride flashed across Augusta's face. Her little Nel was growing up into a fine person. She knew that Nelda had a lot of potential and had always wanted her to achieve it. Augusta always believed that she was strong. She knew that Her granddaughter still had flashes of that terrible night. It was the only explanation to the looks that sometimes flash across her face or the blood curdling screams that would wake her up in the middle of the night only to find Nelda convulsing in her bed.

"Daisy please get the box in my desk's top drawer. The ironwood box with the painting of a black Hollyhock surrounded by purple Columbine, Gladiolus and Iris." Augusta said with pride ringing through her voice. She had kept the heir ring out in hopes that Nelda would accept it soon. She knew in her heart that she was ready. She could never thank Nelda's friends enough for them showing her how to accept herself.

The box popped into existence in front of her hovering face level. She gently wrapped her fingers around the box, noting the feel of the vines carved in the sides of the box. She stood and walked over to where Nelda had sat in one of the club chairs and knelt down in front of her sweet granddaughter. She raised her right hand and caressed her cheek before letting her hand drop to Nelda's shoulder.

"I am so proud of you." She softly uttered while taking in Nelda's face as if to memorise this moment for the rest of her life. "They would be proud as well." She continued before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her pride and joy, her little alder tree. She shifted back to look into Nelda's eyes and opened the box to present the Longbottom heir ring. "Do you swear upon Cernunnos to uphold the duties of the Longbottom heir, to continue to nourish the forest and plants that take root in our soil? Do you swear to protect any who ask for sanctuary within our grove and to maintain our alliances to the best of your ability?" Augusta asked in a strong voice, bringing forth the magic of the Longbottom inheritance ceremony.

"I accept the duties set before me as the heir to House Longbottom. I do so swear on my magic." Nelda said to her grandmother, while picking up the ring. It was a vintage cushion cut 7x5 mm emerald that was haloed by 22 round cut diamonds that were .25 carats. There were two .5 carat on either side of the band in an area that was shaped as a three point crown which held the emerald. The band was a vibrant gold that shone in the morning light. The inside of the ring had runes carved to give the bearer poison immunity and on the outside had the words Bidh A H-Uile Càil A'Tilleadh Gu Nàdar. Her house words, Everything Returns To Nature. She slid the ring onto her right ring finger and watched as it flashed a bright green before resizing to fit her slender fingers.

She turned to Azalea with a beaming smile on her face, only slightly surprised to see the younger girl looking on with a hawk-like intensity. "Azalea look,

look!" She said while prancing over to her friend.

"I see Nelda, I'm so happy for you!" She exclaimed while snagging her friend's hand to pull her into the animal pile. "What do the words mean? I notice some on the Potter ring too but I don't know what it means." She said absentmindedly as she stared at the ring in interest.

"Yours would be Mae Tynged Yn Ffafrio'r Dewr or Fate Favours The Courageous. Mine means Everything Returns To Nature, Bidh A H-Uile Càil A'Tilleadh Gu Nàdar." She explained to her friend with a soft smile, this is exactly why she thought Azalea should get her family Grimoire. It would teach her everything she needed to know about her family history. She watched as a soft light entered her friends eyes at the new information about her family.

"Girls, breakfast is ready. Let's go to the conservatory. I think we could use the peace it gives us. Daisy made us mango and coconut pancakes and white chocolate mochas." Augusta said as she stood. She led the children to the conservatory and took in the scenery. It faced towards where the cliffs drop off. And she could hear the faint crashes of the waves against the cliff. The floor was covered in a plush mint green carpet. There was a glass top table in the Center of the room with four white Queen Anne chairs. There was no light source except for the morning sunlight streaming in from the glass ceiling.

Augusta sat at the head of the table with Nelda to her right and Azalea to her left while both familiars found a sunspot to lay in. As soon as they were settled in their seats the food appeared in front of them already dished out.

"Azalea, would you like to go to Gringotts to pick up your family's Grimoire today?" Augusta asked the young child.

Azalea whipped her head up causing her riotous curls to dance around her face and the glint of her potter heiress bead to be seen before settling back down. Her eyes shone with longing and glee at the prospect of reading about her family. "Yes please!" She exclaimed in excitement.

"Alright, we'll leave after breakfast. Also Arcturus would like to stop over in the afternoon to drop off Yule presents that he bought for you two and your two other friends." Augusta said to the two girls. The rest of breakfast passes in relative silence. After they were done eating their plates disappeared with a soft pop.

Augusta stood up and summoned the girls and her own winter cloaks andAzalea's vault key. She handed the two girls their cloaks. "Remember, if you are wearing your weapons to the bank to keep them hidden under the cloaks." She told the girls as she handed over the key and led them to the door. "Today I will be aparating you to Diagon."

The two girls and Augusta appeared in the alley behind the bank. She led the girls through the entrance with her pureblood mask on. The girls took note of this and straightened up, copying the blank look on her face with their chins tilted up at a slight angle, making it appear as if they were looking down at everyone. None of them really noticed that Azalea's eyes started to seep grey near the pupils, her metamorphmagus ability's starting to shine through now that the blocks had been taken off and her magic settled.

They walked over to the goblin teller who glanced at them in irritation. "Key." It huffed out. Azalea took her key out of her pocket and slid it over the counter to the goblin. He inspected it before waving over another to take them down to the vault and handing back the key. They were led through the hallway and to the cart on the tracks. As soon as the three of them were piled in it took off at a fast rate, taking only minutes to reach seven stories underground.

Azalea hopped out in front of the familiar door of the potter vault. She slid the vault key into the keyhole and watched as it sank into the door before it swung open. She stepped inside the vault and walked to the middle where a book was laid on a marble pedestal.

The book was bound in a black leather with the Potter name embroidered across the cover along with Mae Tynged Yn Ffafrio'r Dewr. The potter crest was nestled in between the words, depicting a golden kelpie over a silver helm that sat on a black box with three five petal flowers, two on top and one on the bottom. It called to her. It was like being welcomed home for the first time. Her magic flowed calmer now than it ever did.

She walked slowly over to the book of her family and reached a trembling hand out and stroked it's cover. Her magic connected to the imprint of all the others who held the book. "YOUNG POTTER SCION GO TO THE MANOR!" The sound of a thousand voices overlapping in the command just given dropped Azalea to her knees causing her magic to lash out, bleaching her hair completely white. Luckily for her she was so focused on the book that she didn't even notice. By the time she calmed down her hair had bled back to black starting with the ends.

She picked up the book and cradled it close to her chest. Looking around the chamber she made a snap decision to grab about 150 galleons and stuff them in a soft brown leather pouch that she found by the coins and tied it to her belt under her cloak. She had forgotten her coin purse at the manor today when they left.

She turned and exited the vault still cradling the book tightly. Azalea met Nelda's eyes with a grin and an unholy look of mischief in her eyes. She couldn't wait to learn everything her ancestors had to teach her. Honestly it was enthralling just holding it.

"Are we ready to go, Azalea?" Augusta asked her charge.

"Can we look around the shops for a bit? Then maybe take a pit stop at my manor? I need to go there." Azalea inquired of the older woman. She knew that she needed to follow the order that her ancestors gave her.

"Yes dear we can make time. We have around four hours if you think that is enough time." Augusta told her while tilting her chin up in assent. She had a feeling that she knew where that request came from but woe betide her if she got in the way of family magic.

"Thank you Nan! Do you know of an area that sells anything interesting?" Azalea inquired.

"Yes there is a place called Carkitt Market off of Diagon alley. They have quaint little outdoor stalls to peddle their wares." She told the girl as she led both girls to the cart.

They walked out of the bank and turned right. After about three shops they turned down an alleyway and came upon a large open market. Azalea could barely believe her eyes. It was magnificent. Her eyes were sparkling in joy and wonder.

A glint of metal caught her eye making her turn to a jewelry stall and trailed over to it. There laying on a bed of silk was a platinum pocket watch inlaid with black diamonds depicting a crow. She looked up at the vendor with pleading eyes. "Mister, how much is that pocket watch? Can I get an inscription please?" She asked in a soft pleading tone.

The owner of the stall turned towards the young girl. He was an older man with a warm caramel complexion. He had kind milk chocolate eyes and tightly curled black hair that he kept at a two inch length. His face was young though, the only thing that hinted at his age was laugh lines that became evident when he gave a warm smile to the girl.

"Well for you little darling I'll sell it for 74 galleons for inscription and watch together. Do you know what you want it to say?" The older man asked.

"Yea yea can it read 'Family may change but intent is always pure. Ek elska ykkr afi." (I love you grandfather). Azalea told the shopkeeper. She watched as he painstakingly engraved the words above and below the crow.

"Would you like it gift wrapped young one?" The man asked warmly. At Azalea's nod he placed the pocket watch into a mahogany wood box that had carvings of vines creeping along the side. He then took out a square of silver silk and wrapped the box into it.

Azalea handed over 80 galleons to the man when he was finished and skipped back to Augusta purposely forgetting about the change that the man had tried to give her back. In the muggle world you're supposed to tip for services and she always endeavoured to do the opposite of Vernon who never did.

"Okay Nan I found what I was looking for. Can we go to the manor now?" Azalea chirped when she reached them.

"Yes dear. Do you know how to get there?" Augusta asked in amusement.

"No, not really. Do you?" Azalea asked with wide eyes.

"Just say the name of the manor while Channeling magic into the ring. Nelda and I will hold your hand in between ours." Augusta said while looking around the Alley. She suddenly had a bad feeling that they were being watched. She knew that it could be paranoia but her instincts were rarely if ever wrong. She put her hand on top of Azaleas while Nelda held the bottom, then they were off in a swirl after Azalea whispered Potter Manor under her breath all the while Amber eyes watched in longing.

They swirled into existence in front of a large steel gate which opened as soon as Azalea touched it. As they entered through the wards they came upon the sight of a French country style chateau with a cobblestone exterior, with carefully manicured hedges. It was led up to by a stone walkway that was lined with weeping willows and wisteria. The house lit up in a soft yellow light that enveloped the house in the wet countryside that made it seem to glow with warmth. As they walked up the walkway they entered an archway to the right of a tower that led up to a tall heavy oak double door with windows that took up three quarters of it.

Before they could reach the door they heard a sounding pop into existence right in front of them. A house elf dressed in a slightly worn little black dress with the potter crest embroiled in a deep red.

"Missy yous be finally returning! It's be forever!" The little elf said excitedly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know I had a manor. A bad wizard kept me from coming back. Can I have your name please?" Azalea asked softly.

"Is be Pip. I be the head elf for the Potters. Would you be wanting to head to the ward room?" She asked Azalea.

"Yes please Pip." Azalea said.

"Azalea you will need to update the ward list on who is keyed into the home. There should be a list with the Names of people allowed in." Augusta informed the girl. She would likely have to teach her how to update the wards since no one deemed it fit to teach the girl about their world.

The elf popped the three witches into what looked to be an isolated room with one door that was heavily inlaid with runes. There was a large quartz stone floating in the middle of the room while spinning at a slow speed. Next to the stone there was a pedestal with a piece of parchment and a single quill resting on the surface.

"Nan, what is that stone?" Azalea asked, slightly overwhelmed at the magic pulsing around her.

"That is a ward stone Azalea. It ties all of the wards down and powers them so that the magic welded doesn't have to. Without wardstones the wards feed on the closest magic user or lay line." She informed the dazed girl. "That parchment is where you write in who is allowed into the wards with that quil over there. The quil itself is a blood quill making it impossible for people not of Potter descent to write in or take off names. The way to deny further entry is by just scraping a line through it." She continued. She didn't want the girl to be misinformed about such a vital form of protection.

Azalea walked over to the list to read who has been allowed to entertain in the past.

Marlene McKinnon

Dorcas Meadows

Mary MacDonald

Lily Evans

Andromeda Black

Edward Tonks

Peter Pettegrew

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Frank Longbottom

Alice Fawley

Dorea Black

Alphard Black

Cassiopeia Black

Arcturus Black

Alastor Moody

Silavainus Longbottom

Augusta MacMillan

Albus Dumbledore

Aberforth Dumbledore

Euphemia Nott

Azalea picked up the quill and crossed out every name there except for Arcturus, Cassiopeia, and Augusta. As she crossed out the names they seemed to vanish into nothing, leaving no trace of any name being there. She would not have strangers randomly popping into her mansion. If they want free entry now they need to earn it. She then started to jot names of people she trusted.

Nelda Longbottom

Theodore Nott

Thorros Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Cassiopeia Back

Arcturus Black

Augusta MacMillan

The now completed list was so much smaller than the start. She was intrigued about how it worked. After every name was finished being written it would lower down one space on the parchment allowing for more names to be written at the top.

"Now darling, you need to cut the pad of your finger and wipe your blood on the Ansuz and Algiz runes to tie them to you. Once that is complete the wards will be able to alert you to any intruder, guest, and attack that happens within. Also it will make it so if anyone tries to attack you the wards will attack back." She said while pointing out each rune.

Azalea pulled out her mithril dagger and nicked her pointer finger. She allowed the blood to pool up before she wiped it i've the two runes. The feeling of having the wards connect to her was astronomical. It felt like everything and nothing at the same time. Like a presence had settled in her mind, a voice that wasn't there before. She could feel all living beings that were on her land and in her home.

"Wow." She whispered in awe. This was incredible to her, feeling magic in such a way had never happened to her before.

"Would miss be seeing the portrait hall? Yous grandpa Charlus has been waiting." Pip asked with her head cocked to one side.

"Yes please Pip. That would be brilliant." She answered back with a smile. The elf popped all three of them to a stand hall filled with portraits of all the Potters who came before her. The walls were painted a deep burgundy with a white trim. The floor was covered in a soft beige rug. The room was lit with floating candles that seemed to never melt as there was no wax being dropped into the carpet.

Azalea walked slowly down the hallway, her eyes hungrily soaking up the vistage of her ancestors, each one looking almost exactly like her with messy dark brown hair, high cheekbones and soft light skin ranging from Ivory to light tan. She eventually came to a stop at the last portrait painted with the name Charlus Potter engraved in a gold plate.

"Hello grandfather." Azalea whispered reverently as she looked up at his portrait. The man in the picture was sprawled effortlessly on a throne-like chair. He had dark brown, almost black hair that was half pulled back into a bun with the rest flowing down to the tops of his shoulders. His eyes were a warm cinnamon brown that glinted with kindness and he had laugh lines crinkling his eyes as he grinned down at her. He was dressed in what looked to be a three piece black suit with a burgundy vest that was decorated in black filigree and a matching silk tie and black leather boots that looked to be freshly polished.

"Hello little love. No need to be so formal, call me opa, dear." His voice reminded her of sitting by the fire on a cold night. She felt tension leech out of her at the warm baritone that flowed out in the hall.

"Opa I was told that you wanted to see me?" Azalea said as she looked up at the portrait.

At the sound of his granddaughter's voice calling him Opa his face softened with a look of ontentment, like his dream came true. The happiness that shone in his eyes lit up his whole face and he straightened up in his chair.

"Dear kleindochter, I have wanted to see you since you were born but James refused to take you out of the safe house that Dumbledore put them in. I'll never understand why though, the wards here are so much more powerful than just a fidelius charm. I know that James and Lily passed as Remus was kind enough to inform Dorea and I but no one mentioned you after. I see that you have grown into a fine young lady my dear. Please tell me about yourself and what you know about our lineage." He said while looking down imploringly.

"Opa I have been raised with disdain." She started out while looking him in the eyes. "I was placed in the Dursley household. My aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon hated me for my magic, they called me freak or girl, never my name. I didn't know my name until I was six. They dressed me in rags, starved me, and beat me. The only person who seemed to care about me then was a retired Royal Marine named Eir Rowle who I assume is a squib. She taught me manners and another language called old Norse. I slept in a cupboard under the stairs till last summer. When I went to the healers last week I found out that I was malnourished. The goblins healed my body but coming to this world healed my mind. I found a home in a friendship that formed in a single day. My family now consists of three other kids and four adults. Nelda Longbottom was the first to offer friendship as she shared a train cart with me. She was the one who explained to me about my lineage as much as she was able to. She is my sister. Then came Theo Nott and Daphne Greengrass who shared a boat with us over the black lake. Theo is my brother and treats me as such. He makes sure I eat and protects me from others who might try to take advantage of me. Daphne at first glimpse seems distant but she knows when something is wrong. Instead of pestering about it she will give silent support. She is protective in her own way and has taken to scaring people off with Theo." She said with a soft smile forming at the end. She had started this with a blank face at the beginning as to shield herself but even the sheer thoughts of her friends brought her happiness.

Charles's portrait had a stormy look of rage on his face at how his granddaughter had been treated by those muggles. If he were alive then they would be dead for daring to harm his family. He quickly cleared his face of any negative emotion lest she assumes that she is the cause.

After taking a deep breath she started back up. "Nelda noticed that something was wrong first. She owled her Nan, Augusta, about it requesting permission to offer me sanctuary as allied houses have the right to. As soon as she had permission she pulled me aside and offered it. As of the second day of Hogwarts I was under the full protection of House Longbottom, more specifically the protection of Augusta Longbottom, as well as the unofficial protection of House Nott as Theo had told his father that he now has a sister. Then a couple days before Yule I met Thorros Nott who became my uncle. He has shown me nothing but acceptance even though I heard whispers in the hall that he was a death eater. I've heard him mumbling under his breath a couple times about his plans to 'get rid' of the Dursley's but I've taken to ignoring them. Then the day after Yule Arcturus and Cassiopeia Black sought me out after receiving word on where I was finally after years of searching. Grandpa Arcturus has made me the heiress to the Black family and as of this coming summer he and Cassiopeia will be tutoring my friends and I." She told him finally coming to an end on how her life has been.

"Who thought it was a wise decision to put you with those muggles Azalea." Charlus asked calmly though he was everything but.

"Oh that would be Albus Dumbledore who also put blocks on my magic core and abilities as well as fed me potions without my permission. He also put blocks on Nelda and slipped both her and Nan potions as well." She said with a look of contempt on her face. At this point she detested Dumbledore. He had dared to try and take Theo away by way of potions and he harmed Nelda. There was no coming back from that. She glanced back down the hall where Augusta and Nelda were quietly talking to each other to try and give Azalea privacy.

"What would you like to do about Dumbledore then?" Charlus asked curiously. He never liked the man himself after all he refused to fight Grindelwald till the last possible minute.

"I want him to pay. I want him thrown off his throne. No man who is willing to harm a child should be allowed to run a school. Too many view him as a god and believe that he can do no wrong." She told him honestly.

"Then my dear there is only one route that can be taken. As your grandfather I counsel you to declare a Blood Feud." As the last two words left his mouth all of the portraits seemed to wake up.

"I Fleamont Potter, Head of house Potter in the time before Charlus Potter hear and accept the ruling of my predecessor. Let all be made aware that any harm given to a member of the Potter line be given back tenfold." The man in the next portrait who looked like Charlus but with a neatly groomed beard intoned. Down the line of portraits each one stated the same thing.

"As lady Potter you must enact the Blood Feud. Follow my instincts. First slice your palm and cup your hand to let the blood pool up then tip it over and let it flow down to the stones of our ancestral home and say this: As the rightful Head to House Potter I call on any shared my blood to seek and destroy that who had dared to seek harm on my House. Hear my call, thine enemy is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and any who had descended from him. I thus declare Blood Feud." Charlus told her with a serious look on his face.

Azalea nodded and whipped out her mithril dagger and sliced her right palm. As her blood started to flow, so to did her magic, causing her hair to float as if there was wind. Her eyes started to take on an eerie green glow reminiscent of the Avada curse and when she tipped over her hand she spoke in a voice that sounded as if there were two voices in one body.

"I, Azalea Dorea Potter, as the rightful Lady of House Potter, call upon any shared blood of mine to seek and destroy those who dared to seek harm on my House. Hear my call, thy enemy is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and any who has descended from him. I thus declare Blood Feud." Her dual toned voice rang out in the hall clear as day. The blood that flowed from her hand seemed to be absorbed by the floor. Her magic that filled the hallway continued to swirl around her before it shot up out of the manor and in multiple directions.

Any who had shared blood with Azalea responded in kind. Nelda sliced her palm with her throwing dagger and let it fall to the ground similar to the way the Azalea had done.

"I Nelda Longbottom a descendant of House Longbottom, Black, Fawley, and Potter hear and accept house Potters call to Blood Feud and as heiress to the House of Longbottom do so follow in my allied house's lead hence I declare Blood Feud on Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." Nelda declared.

Miles away at Nott Manor in Wiltshire both Thorros and Theo felt Azalea's oath for a Blood Feud. They too had Potter ancestry as Thorros' own mother was Amalia Potter who was Charlus' cousin. Thorros conjured two knives and handed one over to Theo, both adding their blood to the Feud.

In Black manor both Arcturus and Cassiopeia head the call as well since Azalea is both of theirs grand niece and the heiress to their house tying in the blacks into the feud. They both willingly added their blood as well, furthering the span of magic to include anyone of Black blood including the Crouches, the Tonks women and Narcissa and Draco Malfoy.

In Malfoy manor Narsissa responded in kind, immediately slicing open her palm with the knife she kept hidden in her sleeve she tipped over her hand and let the blood fall. "I, Narcissa Tania Malfoy née Black hear and accept the declaration of Blood Feud. I henceforth declare Blood Feud against Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." She intoned blankly as Lucius watched from where he was leaning against the door frame.

"What was that about love?" He asked.

"House of Black business darling." Was her only response to her husband's inquiries. Even as she watched their son follow her lead.

In the Tonks' home both Andromeda and Nymphadora followed suit as well. Seeing what both his wife and daughter were doing spurred Ted to follow suite with them after all family sticks together.

In Azkaban three inmates' heads snapped up only two with any semblance of sanity. Bellatrix broke down cackling and screeching with madness. Sirius and Even Rosier on the other hand both were aware of what brought them back into focus. The two men searched for anything sharp that they could use to cut open their hands. Even found a sharp piece of stone on the floor and sighed out. He really hoped this doesn't cause an infection he thought as he sliced open his palm roughly. He looked to the adjacent cell and saw Sirius still searching for something sharp.

"Hey Black. Catch. " she called out to the younger man.

Sirius caught the sharp stone with a nod of thanks before he too cut open his hand.

"I, Evan Mattias Rosier hear the call of my blood and accept. I hereby call on any of my blood to heed the Blood Feud enacted by my heiress. I declare Blood Feud on Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." Even intone and let the magic in his blood do the rest. House Rossier now has entered their first Blood Feud since the Dark Age.

"I, Sirius Orion Black hear the call of both House Potter and House Black and accept the Blood Feud enacted on Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and join my blood into the oath of Blood Feud." He might have believed in Dumbledore at one point but if he screwed up enough that House Potter started a Blood Feud then he is as good as dead just like all the other houses that the Potters have wiped out in Blood Feuds. No one hears about house O'Mally or Tarek for a reason, the only ones left alive were squibs.

Evan walked to the cell bars closest to Sirius' cell and leaned against them. He locked eyes with the younger man and raised a single eyebrow before folding his arms through the bars. "Do you want to explain to me how house Rosier has an heiress that is related to you. I know I didn't have a child and my sister died at a young age Black." His tone was dangerous as his vibrant green eyes stared down at the Black. His red hair tumbling down his shoulders in soft waves.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sirius blurted out in denial. He knew that at one point Lily wanted to reach out to Evan in hopes of forming a relationship with her older brother but then the war broke out and she found out that Evan was a death eater. After that she was scared that if she tried to talk to him he would reject her.

"Black! I deserve to know if I have a family!" He growled out. In his anger his magic started to spark in his hair.

'Just like Lily' Siri's thought with a sigh. He knew they were on different sides but Rosier was right, he did deserve to know after all it was his lord who killed his sister. "Your sister never died as a child." He stated and watched as a full bodied flinch ran through Evans body.

"What do you mean she never died. She had magic. I saw her do accidental magic as a baby but she never showed up in Hogwarts, Beauxbaton or Durmstrang. I had a deal with all of the headmasters that if she did show up that they would tell me!" He snapped with a desperate look on his face.

"Well she didn't and Dumbledore didn't know who she was either. She never told anyone but James, Dorea, Charlus, and I. Not even Remus or Peter knew." Sirius continued on while hinting at who it was. The only problem was everyone thought Lily was a muggleborn so she was always discounted.

"Who Black!" Evan growled out.

"Her name when she came into the wizarding world was Lily Evans. When she went to open a vault in Gringotts on her seventeenth birthday she did an inheritance test on my recommendation. She wasn't going to at first but I had a theory that all muggleborn were descendants of squibs and I told her such. When she came back she was stunned, she was a stolen pure blood daughter. She came straight to me for help too. I told her to write a letter to you but then the war started and you were on the opposite side. She became fearful after that thinking that you would reject her or harm her. She told James right after the war started. Then on her wedding night she told Dorea and Charlus. She asked Charlus to walk her down the aisle in lieu of you, who she was too scared to ask. After a year of marriage she got pregnant then they went into hiding and when your niece Azalea turned one and a half Voldemort made her an orphan, killing both your sister and brother-in-law. You followed a man who ended up killing your baby sister." Sirius descended into a growl at the end. Just remembering the fact that James and Lily were dead always sent him into a rage. The things he would do to Peter would cause his Aunt Cassiopeia to wince.

"Are you telling me that I have a niece who is out there alone without family?" Evans' voice was turning down right scary. The look on his face alone would cause someone to turn and walk in another direction.

"I'm telling you that Dumbledore sent your niece to live in an incredibly abusive household. Enough so that Augusta Longbottom has given her sanctuary." Sirius said in return.

"Weren't you put in here for betraying them?" Evan asked incredulously.

"I was framed by Peter Pettegrew. When I get out he will know the true wrath of scorned Black. There will be nothing that can stop me from destroying him. I swear it on the Black madness." He snarled out in response.

"Do you think she is okay though? You said her name is Azalea, right?" Evan asked.

"She is now. Augusta has her now. Lily named her you know. She said that it was a tradition in her adopted mother's family to be named after a flower so she named her Azalea after a beautiful blooming poisonous flower. Something beautiful but deadly." Sirius replied with a soft smile.

"What does she look like you think?" Evan asked.

"She looked like her grandmother Dorea Black with hair the colour of a raven's wings. Her head was full of riotous curls at one and a half. And she had the brightest green eyes, Lily's eyes, kinda like yours honestly and the cutest smile. She had the Blacks aristocratic features with the Potter messy hair, sturdyness and full lips." He replied in a daze. "My goddaughter must be stunning now and because of Peter and Dumbledore I missed seeing her grow." The look of longing on Sirius' face was mirrored on Evan's.

Even had always wanted a family but he was always too busy trying to find his baby sister that he didn't have time for courtship. He thought that his line was over when he was put in here. He had never been happier to be proven wrong before. "Thanks Black." Even said as he went back to his cot to daydream about one day meeting his niece.

In an unknown location a man jolted into awareness for the fourth time this week. His tongue flicked out to swipe his bottom lip as he registered a feeling of resolution that was not his own. He too had felt the oath but knew he had no way of enacting it as he had no wand or anything sharp enough to cut skin. He reached up and brushed his light brown hair out his eyes as he took in his surroundings knowing that it would be just a matter of time that his father would come down to recast the imperious holding him captive. It appeared as if he might have a soulmate he thought to himself idly as he continued to feel foreign emotion. The mark wasn't anywhere noticeable so he didn't know who yet but it didn't take a genius to figure it out especially when you can feel their frustration through the imperious curse. The last thing he heard was his fathers voice uttering what was now his least favorite unforgivable. Then everything fell into a haze.