A/N: --UPDATED-- Chapter Twelve comes a bit sooner than expected, to tell you the truth. Just got an urge to write. Oh, to answer why this fanfic is called Dewdrops, it's from a poem I found in a book.

It takes a single dewdrop,
to toss the world around;
Only one moment,
before it hits the ground;
Hold the boat steady,
keep it from the rain;
We only hope for sunlight,
in this horrid game.

- Cellie

Note: It is advised that you read I Never Knew before trying to tackle this piece.

Disclaimer: Evan Rivera, Wendy Figg Rivera, Venna Rivera, Cellie Rivera, James Metz, and Cassie Black Woods (No relation to Mother's Curse) are all mine. The plot, however odd, is mine. Annie (Andromeda) Black is loosely based on a character created by the great and mighty fanfiction writer Kaydi. The Potters, and anyone else I may mention are property to J.K Rowling, and her alone—I really have nothing to say anymore for awhile, do I—That's nice, Cassie.

Chapter Twelve
And History Takes The Cheese


The Present: August 2nd, 1995

Needless to say, James Potter was not in a good mood when he discovered that piece of information.

Isn't ANYONE alive anymore? He had shot angrily at Sirius, who had given him a withering look and a mutter about dead best friends.

Now, as the sky slowly shot to night, they were all sitting around Remus's kitchen table (Remus was absent from his house—Sirius assumed that he was probably over at Hogwarts), mugs of hot chocolate—some muggle drink that Cellie had found packages for in the cupboard—in their hands. Harry was being rather silent, and all members of the table could give a pretty good guess to what was keeping him that way.

An idea suddenly came to Sirius, and he turned to Cellie. Say, Evan wouldn'tve happened to teach you about the stars, would he? Cellie shook her head.

Not really. I know where the Dog Star is, Sirius grinned, And the Andromeda galaxy, but not much else.

Well, then, I'll go show you! He said, giving a meaningful look Harry's way. Harry shot up, seemingly oblivious to the look.

Say, can I— Cellie interrupted.

Aw, come on, Harry, you at least get to take Astronomy. I don't. She said, shoving him back into his chair. Sirius and Cellie got up and left the table, leaving James and Harry alone. Both father' and son' eyed each other.

Er, do you—

I think— They both said simultaneously—and then sunk back into their chairs, frustrated. It was going to be a long night.



Sirius and his niece walked outside in silence. They stopped right outside in the patio, and he turned towards Cellie.

He started to say. She turned toward him.



Sirius smiled.

Sirius noted that Cellie spoke with the same Canadian drawl as her father had.

Hey, Cellie.. do you know who your mother is? He asked. She turned to him.

That was random.

Well, yeah. But do you know? Cellie shrugged.

Wendy, uh, Figg, I think her maiden name was. She stated. Sirius frowned. Figg.. Evan had married Arabella's half-sister and he'd been lying to her about her parentage?

That's not right. He said.



Your mother.. Cellie, your mother was the kindest person I ever had known. Your mother was.. my sister. Cellie blinked several times in surprise.

Your.. Your.. Annie? She asked, stammering. Sirius nodded.

Andromeda. She never liked to be called by her first name, though. Anyone who uttered it would get two fists and a foot in their face. He spoke slowly, trying to hold back emotion.

You mean, like Tai-Chi? Cellie questioned. Sirius nodded.

Your mum was a squib. Since she couldn't go to Hogwarts, she enrolled herself in the best fighting school known. She had a fiery spirit.. No wonder your father fell in love with her. They married each other right out of school. Your father was American, so he had wanted to move back to the States, but she wanted to stay over here. Eventually, what ended up was that they had you, so the newlywed Riveras decided to stay here for the time being. When you were nine months old.. Evan was off at Hogwarts. He was an assistant teacher over there, Charms. Best Slytherin there was for the position. But Annie.. Sirius trailed off, and looked at Cellie.

Well, you might as well know, Cellie, that your father wasn't just from any family. He was from the Rivera line. The Riveras were some of the most powerful pureblood families of the time. They were also very selective about having children, and it's rumored that the original Rivera married his sister to make his blood pure. Cellie shuddered.

The Black family line's also pretty long and upstanding, but Annie was the so-called flaw'. My grandfather looked at her like she was a piece of dirt, and all but disowned her. My father and mother loved her—but they were both killed.

Anyway, Voldemort tried to recruit your father when he had just finished school, seeing as how the Riveras were a Slytherin line—

My family were Slytherins?! Cellie blurted out. Sirius sighed.

Not all of them were bad. Your father was a good man, and all of us believed he should've been sorted into Gryffindor. Everyone but Voldemort, that was. Evan flat out refused his offer, and married Annie instead, sending Voldemort into madness. He basically didn't know of Annie's flaw', but knew that the Black family were a long line of upstanding Gryffindors, and mixing the two families would create a Rivera of good heritage.

He—well, he went after—after Annie, and killed her before she even got a chance to react. Sirius choked out, swallowing back tears. Cellie turned her gaze to the ground.

But he failed. You were born in secret. He didn't know. He thought he had won... Evan was distraught. He took you, and flew off. We never saw him again. Sirius finished, the haunted look back in his face. Cellie bit her lip.

You loved her—my mum.

Sirius nodded. She was literally as bright as all the stars in the Andromeda galaxy. You look just like Annie, you know. Even her eyes. Never seen someone else with those eyes. He said. Cellie grinned back.

So I reckon that makes you my Uncle. She said. Sirius nodded, and for the first time in awhile, a true smile etched itself across his face.



When Remus arrived at the port, night was already beginning to fall, Worriedly, Remus used his last bit of strength to Apparate into his town. He couldn't Apparate into his house, unfortunately, because of the mass protective charms that had been placed around it. As soon as he made it to the edge of town, he started running.

But even running wasn't fast enough. Ten yards from the doorstep, the moon rose. And the last thing Remus heard before he sank into pure pain were two voices. Human voices.



James and Harry sat around the table, silently. What to say, to a person you discover is alive after you spend your whole life thinking them dead?

The sun is setting, James commented softly, drawing Harry from his trance.



The sun is setting.

Harry replied. James studied the wood grooves in the table. James suddenly surprised himself and Harry by speaking.

Look, Harry, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but..

It's all right. Cellie already told me. Harry finished up the sentence helpfully. James let out a sigh of relief.

Oh, good. Too awkward, too long.. Cellie paraphrases things much better than I do. She'd make an excellent teacher someday—if she stopped procrastinating about finishing her work. Harry grinned.

According to Sirius, you weren't exactly an expert on that yourself. James smiled sheepishly.

Yeah, well, he was one to talk. At least I actually finished my homework before midnight. Sirius got, oh, three hours of sleep. Harry chuckled.

A day? James shook his head.

A week. Both Potters laughed.

Hey.. James, I'm sorry for yelling earlier. Back at the Dursleys. He waved it aside.

It's fine, really. I would've done the same thing, had I been in your position. Just one question.



You trust me now? Harry shrugged, a smirk on his face.

It depends.. Can you help me with my Transfiguration homework? James was about to retort when an earsplitting howl broke out. Both Potters looked to each other, and then at the moon.

They exclaimed, and jumped up, rushing towards the back door.



Albus Dumbledore was not in a good mood. As he entered his office, the torches on the walls extinguished themselves, and Fawkes let out a squawk of surprise. Albus shot a sympathetic glance towards the phoenix.

My apologies, Fawkes. It seems we have quite a situation on our hands. Harry Potter has been kidnapped. Fawkes sunk to the floor of his cage with a melodic flat note.

Ah, but that's not the real problem of it, Dumbledore explained to the bird. It seems that it was Peter Pettigrew who has taken him. Fawkes flew up to his feet, and his fiery eyes narrowed. Dumbledore nodded.

And now, it appears that Celestia Rivera was taken as well. For which I wonder.. Evan has said that she was but a squib, yet no squib has ever had that much magical presence. Sirius's sister's death did hit Evan hard, I wonder if he was simply protecting Celestia. In any case, I do believe I shall use up one of my cards with everyone's feared wizard of the decades.

TOM MARVELO RIDDLE! He bellowed. Dumbledore's desk began to shimmer.

I BECKON YOU HERE! Dumbledore spoke very firmly, and the desk disappeared with a pop. In it's place was Lord Voldemort, who looked very disgruntled.

Professor Dumbledore, I assume this is of the utmost importance. He drawled.

What is your need of the Rivera child? He asked, calmly. Voldemort laughed, cold, and short.

Rivera child? Professor, you use up one of your immunity cards to ask me of a child that does not exist? Andromeda Black is dead, and with her any hope of a child. Dumbledore's eyes lightened slightly.

And Potter? Voldemort gave Dumbledore a look.

You have promised to not interfere or ask questions of the boy. Such was our agreement. Voldemort spoke in low tones. And besides, you know what I want with him. Dumbledore shook his head.

Voldemort cringed very visibly at the use of the name, Harry Potter was taken from his residence today. Voldemort looked vaguely surprised.

Who would want Potter.. He trailed off, then shot a look at Dumbledore. You think that I have taken him.

I won't deny it. Voldemort glared at him.

Professor Dumbledore, you are very lucky that I still hold you with respect. He drawled out slowly, articulating each word.

Today a person matching the description of Peter Pettigrew was seen taking Potter and Rivera from Privet Drive. Dumbledore stated. Voldemort frowned.

Wormtail has been at my side this whole day. And adding to this fact, you realize that I cannot get through those wards, nor can my Death Eaters. Voldemort looked finished but he suddenly spoke up again. Did you say Rivera?

I did. Dumbledore replied simply. Voldemort narrowed his eyes to slits.

Are you telling me that Rivera has spawn? Dumbledore smiled.

I called this conference, Tom, I have no urge to answer your questions. Thank you for your time. He snapped his fingers at Voldemort's murderous glare, and instantly the Dark Lord was replaced by his desk. Dumbledore smiled.

Those immunity cards do come in handy, Fawkes, He noted. But if Voldemort has not taken the children, who has? There are not many wizards who match Arabella's description.. Unless.. Dumbledore sunk into deep thought, and would not come out of it until the day after.


A/N: Well, here we have an interesting twist of events.. I note that while mixing Rivera blood with Black blood may make their child one of good, that doesn't necessarily mean that she'll be a Gryffindor—if she's sorted at all. I still have half a mind to have Evan drag her back to California. After all, she was originally only supposed to be a one or two chapter character cameo, and here I go, turning her into a major character.. x_x


ra-chan: I'm glad you'll have your next chapter up soon.. Good that the previous chapter cheered you up—it's sort of solemn, so that's ironic. :p

Tarawen: *grin* You see a much needed Dumbledore cameo in here about that, though it's rather odd.. I don't know if Dumbledore would really do it, but it seems like the man. Evan, for some reason, acts like my dad. Then again, Cellie is my cameo, so.. :p You'll get to know Annie better later on in the story, as she pops up in quite a few places—after all, just because she's dead doesn't mean that she's gone.. As you probably know from your fanfic (which I think is VERY good and your writing capability should not be insulted—as long as you don't abandon it).

ShortySC22: But cliffhangers are so fun! *evil grin*

Bess: Ooo, must try that out on Venna/Kitty sometime.. :p And a Mary Sue is basically the classic do-gooder. She is an American transfer student that falls in love with Harry, Ron, or Sirius (don't ask), saves the day on more than one occasion, and ends up showing up Hermione in class, making her terribly mad at her. The other option would be to make her Harry's sister who magically reappears and is usually living off in a cave or palace somewhere so no one really knows who she is. This version of Mary-Sue is usually called a Leia.

Weasley, Weasley, and Jordan: Yep.. Actually, from what I'm looking at in sketches of the chapters, it could very well be thirty chapters long. After all, we haven't even gotten into Harry's school year yet.. I'm glad you like Annie, she's a spinoff character from Kaydi's My Name Is Sirius Black fics. If you like her, you might want to read her fics (if you haven't already).