"Stop this right now!" Rachel dropped her bouquet of black and red roses as her mouth formed an O of surprise. It had been years since she had seen him, yet his voice still sounded familiar to her ears. "U-Uncle…?"

Rachel remembered walking down the halls of number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London. She had been only fifteen when she and her father got word that her uncle Sirius would be returning to her family's birth home- and that he would be bringing Dumbledore with him. They had to leave in a rush, sending them back to the family's home in France with Andromeda. Neither was very happy at having to leave. She had never really known anything about him besides him being a blood traitor and a filthy muggle lover who did Dumbledore's bidding. Those facts alone told her why her family had abandoned him a long time ago. His voice brought back the memory of when she had run away shortly after. Rachel loved their French home, but had felt a special connection to the Grimmauld home and she wanted to go back there badly. While her father escorted her Aunt to a ball, Rachel abandoned all she had and used a spy mirror that they had set up to the old home to transport herself there.

When she had reached home she found herself not alone and jumped behind a curtain, peering out to see who had entered. A tall man who looked a great deal like her father came in sighing as he flopped down onto a dusty sofa.

'That must be Sirius.' She told herself. He didn't look all too bad, and Rachel, being the rebellious teen she was, decided to make herself known. She walked out from behind the curtain, her long-sleeved black dress shifting against her upper leg.

Sirius jumped up from the couch, his eyes alert and his wand at the ready.

"Who are you?" He growled. "And what are you doing in my house!" While she should have been scared, being around dark magic and Death Eaters her entire life taught Rachel how to stay calm and collected in a threatening situation.

"I'm Rachel and this is MY house." She replied, a little peeved off that he would be so aggressive towards her when HE was the intruder in her mind. Sirius looked her over and recognized how many of the family traits she had.

"Rachel?" He asked, while searching his mind for the reason it rang in his head. Then his eyes fell upon the old tapestry that displayed the Black family tree and he followed its intricate branches all the way down past his own charred out name of his brother next to his when his eyes fell on a name underneath. Rachel Black.

"You're Regulus' daughter?" He felt his hand drop down to his waist.

"Yes." Her voice was a little more meek than the strong, demanding tone of her previous words. "I am. Are you Sirius?" She had never seen his face before; both he and her father were in Azkaban when she was a baby.

"I had heard Regulus had a daughter, I just wasn't sure it was true..." He gaped at her a little bit. She looked so much like Bella when she was younger, before he was cast out of the family, in a time where his blind faith allowed him to get along with his family.

"I want to live here, in my home. It was left to my father and he left it to me through the bloodline," She crossed her arms. "You can't kick me out." Sirius smiled. She might look like Bella, but she had his spunky streak for sure.

"You can stay, I never said you couldn't." He gave her a strange sort of smile, close to amused with the strain of having not smiled in over thirteen years. "Who's your mother?" He pat the dust off of one side of the sofa and bade her to sit with a hand. Rachel sat down and looked at her hands she had folded in her lap. She didn't like to talk about her mother, not that she knew too much about her. Rachel could barely remember being six years old and watching from the window of a mausoleum as Kingsley Shacklebolt shot her mother down with a blast from his wand. It was only a stunning spell, but when she fell, her head hit a tombstone and she cracked her skull open.

"Her name was Aria Rookwood." Rachel told her uncle, who had conjured them up a tray of tea and biscuits. "She's dead now, nine years."

"I'm sorry." Sirius pat her on the shoulder. "What about the rest of the family, I know Bella, Rudolphus and Regulus are in Azkaban..." He was afraid to say it, but didn't think it would be fair to have her say it out loud. No matter how much hatred he had for his brother, he was still this girl's father.

"You mean Aunt Andromeda?" Rachel sipped her tea. "I live with her at the French home now." Rachel had managed to stay there with Sirius for two weeks until her father spotted her running errands for supplies that were needed at home. In those two weeks, she had grown very close to Sirius.

"Uncle!" Rachel felt tears streaming down her face. Surely he would be able to stop this atrocity?

"That's far enough, Sirius," Regulus pointed his wand at he back of his brother's head. "You don't belong here."

"You can't force her into this, Regulus!" Sirius hissed from a grim mouth.

"Who said she is being forced?" Rudolphus aimed his wand as well as Bellatrix and Lucius.

"This isn't right, she's too young and you all know this!" Sirius lived up to his stubborn nature and would be heard no matter what the cost.

"Give me one reason," Lucius circled around Sirius, hissing in his ear. "Why I shouldn't blow you into little bits!"

"No! Don't hurt him! Please... don't hurt him..." Rachel's eyes got watery as she tried to charge towards them, but Draco held her back where she would be safe.

"You can't stop this marriage!" Lucius thundered at Sirius. "Tell him!" He hollered to Rachel. "Tell him that you want to marry my son!" Lucius' eyes had turned black and he was waving his wand into Sirius face looking quite like a madman.

"Don't hurt him, please..." Rachel bit her lip.

"TELL HIM!"

"It's alright, Uncle. I want to marry Draco." She put her arm on Draco's shoulder to further convince all involved.

"Stop it, the lot of you! Act like the purebloods you are!" Draco found his voice and used it for Rachel's benefit. "How dare you all upset my fiancée like that!" The others went back to where they were before and Sirius stood back a ways away from the despicable black-clad wizards and witches as Voldemort continued the ceremony.