A/N: My face claims for my made up characters are as follows:

Amelia Potter: Sarah Bolger (specifically when she was in The Tudor's)

Dorea Black: Anna Popplewell (Narnia)

Theodore Nott: Joshua Whitehouse (when he was a bit younger)

Daphne Greengrass: Virginia Gardner

Astoria Greengrass: Katherine Langford

Tonight was the night that Harry and Amelia were to finally be arriving at Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Ever since she bade them farewell at the end of fourth year, Dorea felt empty without her partners in crime alongside her. She certainly couldn't think of any good pranks to pull without them (although last night at dinner she successfully managed to slip a mild but effective love potion into Mundungus's drink which, for a good half hour, made him declare that he had an undying love for Mad-Eye Moody. She wasn't going to forget Moody's looks of terror, anger and shouting anytime soon.)

Her father also seemed to be missing his godchildren. Even though he was delighted that he was finally getting to be a father to Dorea, she could tell that he just needed Harry and Amelia to be there with them, to complete the nice little family they were going to be.

Dorea Black looked at the clock in her bedroom (which she shared with Hermione and Ginny) very impatiently. Harry and Amelia were due to arrive by dinner, - however, there was a serious Order meeting going on downstairs which wasn't going to be ending for a while, which meant that dinner could be anytime between half six or eight, which she would rather gouge her eyes out than wait for. She was slightly hungry as well - she had only consumed a sandwich and a half for lunch as they seemed to be the regular lunch-time option, and she wasn't ungrateful at all, she was just bored of having them for the past four days on the bounce.

Ginny entered the room then. "Cheer up, Dorea, they won't be too long."
Dorea smiled slightly. "I'm so going to stampede at them when they arrive," she chuckled. "And when they do, be prepared, because we're going to liven this dull house up by pranking left right and centre."
Ginny grinned. "Finally! Although I have to say, you slipping Dung a love potion was the funniest thing I've ever witnessed. Fred and George were very impressed."
"My pleasure," Dorea laughed again. "I think I should slip one into my Dad's drink next, and have him proclaim his love for.. Hmm, I don't know, my uncle Moony?"
Ginny clapped her hands together and laughed at the thought. "Oh Merlin, yes! I would love to see that!"
"Moony won't know what's hit him." Dorea couldn't wait to carry this out.
It was then that Hermione entered. She seemed to be carrying a very large and heavy-looking ledger book. "Oh hey, Dorea, I don't really know if your Dad would like me finding this, but I found this book in the Library. It's got a bit of everything, - Gringotts records, duplicated letters, receipts from a whole bunch of stores, and photographs. If you turn to the seventieth page you'll find a hilarious picture of your Dad."

Dorea took the book from her and sat it down next to her on her bed, with Ginny and Hermione sitting down either side of her to get a look at it as well. She turned to page seventy and instantly laughed. The photo Hermione was referring to was a moving picture of who Dorea knew instantly was her dad. He was about six or seven years old, with a mop of unruly and curly black hair. This was obviously taken when he was actually treated like a son by his mother and father, not like a piece of dirt. He was wearing a dress belonging to a little girl that was far too big and long for him, and was posing, but when another young girl with blonde hair came into view and started chasing him, he ran away.
"Who do you think that is?" Ginny asked, referring to the girl chasing him in the picture.
Dorea knew instantly. "Narcissa Malfoy."
Hermione looked shocked. "You're related to the Malfoy's?!"
"All the pure blood families are related in some way," Ginny explained. "Did you know that your Dad is my dad's second cousin twice removed, Dorea? My family are only distantly related to the Malfoy's through a marriage some good hundred years ago, but we're related."
"Draco's mum is a Black by birth," Dorea knew her family tree like the back of her hand. "Her mother was a sister to my grandfather, so that's why they were close as children as they were always invited round. In fact, Tonks's mum is a sister to Narcissa as well, although she was banished for marrying Tonk's dad, Ted Tonks, whose a Muggleborn."
"Gosh, you learn something new everyday!" Hermione gasped, clearly trying to take all the information in.

They skimmed through the giant book some more. There were a whole twenty pages dedicated strictly to Dorea's uncle, Regulus, who was a Death Eater. There was one where he was blowing candles out on a birthday cake with a giant "10" iced into it, another where he was getting measured for robes at Madam Malkin's shop, grinning happily, and another one where he was stood beside his father at King's Cross station, with a hustle of people behind them, obviously heading to Hogwart's for his first year. The rest of them were mostly ones where he was on the Quidditch team, posing in his robes and holding his broomstick proudly. The last ones were ones where he was holding a certificate of some sort - which Dorea realised were photos of both his O.W.L and N.E.W.T results, which read either "O" or "E" and nothing below that.
"He just doesn't look like he'd be a Death Eater," Dorea spoke suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked kindly.
"Look at him, - he always seems to be happy, cheerful.. Kind in a way. He's a model student - good exam results, bloody Head Boy badge as well - and he just... I don't know. I don't think he became a Death Eater of his own free will."
"Maybe he changed." Hermione suggested. "Perhaps his parents manipulated him to the point where he was entirely convinced that following You-Know-Who was the best path to take."
"Or maybe.." Ginny pondered. "Maybe your grandmother and grandfather forced him to be one. Think about it - Sirius didn't believe in the pure-blood ideology and he was kicked out the house and branded a traitor, but what if Regulus joined the Death Eater's because he would have nowhere to go if he was kicked out on the streets?"
"Good point," Dorea pointed out, Hermione nodded. "Or maybe, - this is a long shot though, - maybe he was under the Imperius."
"That actually seems plausible." Hermione agreed.
"It wouldn't surprise me if my grandparents did that to him, you've seen what this house contains.." Dorea shuddered at the thought, thinking of all the dark-looking artefacts that she had found when lurking and exploring the rooms (well, the ones that Kreacher hadn't stolen, anyway).
"I wish that meeting would hurry up and end." Ginny groaned.
"I wish Harry and Amelia would arrive. It's not as if Surrey's on the other side of the world, so it shouldn't be taking them this long. Moody and company set off more than an hour ago." Hermione agreed.
"You know how paranoid Mad-Eye is, though, he'll make them come via bloody Norway or something to be on the safe side and have them double back so many times to make sure they aren't being followed." Dorea said.

It was then that a loud CRACK could be heard, and within a split second Fred and George had Apparated into their room.
"Stop doing that!" Ginny complained, a hand on her chest in fright.
Fred winked at Dorea, which she blushed at. She was finding it increasingly difficult to keep their relationship a secret, especially with her father and Mrs Weasley watching them both like Hawks.
"Can't a man visit his girlfriend?" Fred then kissed Dorea on the cheek, which everyone awed and laughed at.
"When are you actually going to announce your relationship?" Hermione asked.
"Are you kidding? You've seen how protective my dad is of me even walking down the street, he'd have kittens if he finds out I have a boyfriend!" Dorea said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"Mum and Dad would actually be delighted," George commented. "They considered you a daughter from the moment they saw you, Dorea, you can at least tell them but make them promise not to tell your Dad."
"We'll tell them when we're ready, won't we, Fred?" Dorea said to Fred in a warning tone.
He nodded his head dutifully.
"Well, we gotta blast, those Puking Pastilles aren't going to make themselves, are they, Gred?" George said.
"Certainly not, Forge, we've got business to complete." And with that, the twins Dissapparated with another loud CRACK.
"How are they making those bloody products without any of the adults knowing? What room are they brewing them in?" Hermione asked curiously.
"You know that locked study on the fourth floor? In there." Dorea answered. "Everyone's been trying to unlock it for weeks with no success, but because they can Apparate now, they just go into there and make their products with a silencing charm in the room as they know none of the adults won't attempt to get in."
For the next hour, Dorea, Hermione and Ginny just sat and talked, as well as reading magazines together. Ron then called them down into his room as he announced that there was a new model of the Cleansweep out, so Dorea and Ginny poured over the advertisement of it with him whilst Hermione read Transfiguration Weekly.
They were comparing the broom's features with the Firebolt when they heard the front door opening downstairs.
"It's Harry and Amelia," Ginny said excitedly. "They're finally here!"
Dorea sprang up. She'd finally have her godsiblings here! Even though the Weasley's made Grimmauld Place that much more enjoyable (and certainly brighter), it would feel complete with Harry and Amelia finally joining them. She had been utterly furious that she wasn't allowed to even get into contact with them (Dumbledore had the nerve to deny her even that). She had said a few choice words at the Headmaster, earning her a few telling offs.

She stepped out on to the landing and peered over the bannister. Low and behold, Moody, Remus, Hestia, Kingsley, Tonks and the other Order members had returned with Harry & Amelia in tow. They looked a bit drenched, and bewildered. I don't blame them, Dorea thought, I had the same reaction when I first stepped foot into this dreadful house.
She heard the voice of Molly Weasley in the hall, and she greeted them both with warm hugs. It wasn't long before she was ushering them upstairs - and swiftly heading back into the meeting.

She almost ran at them when they came upstairs, but decided against it, as they didn't look too overly happy (and they had lots of explaining to do, to catch them up).
"Dorea!" They both chirped at her. She grinned and hugged them both despite herself.
"How was the flight? Were you attacked? Moody certainly seemed to think that you would be." She asked them.
"It was good to get back on the broom again. The weather though... We flew through some clouds and got very cold." Amelia replied happily enough.
"I'll show you both where you're staying - Harry, you're sharing a room with Ron, and Amelia is staying with me, Hermione and Ginny." She explained, pointing to the two rooms across from each other.
Harry merely put his trunk in the boys room before congregating in the girls room, where Hermione instantly ran at him and engulfed him in a hug, to the chuckles of Ron.

Exactly as Dorea predicted, Harry was soon shouting at them, and Amelia was definitely pissed off as well. They were frustrated that virtually nobody had contacted them, that nobody had told them what was going on.. Oh, and that nobody had told them what on earth the Order of the Phoenix was. Or what Voldemort was doing.
Fred and George soon made another appearance, and it was soon a rather dull and tense atmosphere as they explained what had happened in terms of Percy's estrangement from the Weasley family. "He's nothing short of a tosspot!" Amelia had exclaimed. "The absolute nerve he has to say that to Mr & Mrs Weasley like it's their fault!"
The final cherry on the cake for Harry and Amelia was informing them just what Rita Skeeter was reporting of them in the Daily Prophet (it was far more about Harry than Amelia, as Harry had to take part in the TriWizard Challenge and had witnessed Voldemort's return) but even so, they both looked totally confused and angry.

Excitement resumed again when they heard people exiting the house, signalling that the Order meeting was finished. They soon all went to lean over the bannister to get a look at who all was there. She noticed that Harry seemed utterly baffled that Snape was there. He had a few choice words. Soon enough, one of Fred & George's Extendable Ears were dangling in front of their faces, and being shuffled further down to try and catch what was being said. However, Crookshanks got to it first, and managed to tear it off the string, meaning they had to abandon the mission.

Molly Weasley soon ushered them into the kitchen, but they all got a fright when a big clanging noise was heard - Tonks had tripped over the umbrella stand, and not for the first time.
What followed was the almost deafening screams coming from the portrait of Dorea's grandmother, Walburga Black.

Harry genuinely thought that he was looking through a window, but soon discovered that it was in fact a portrait of a woman. Her eyes were rolling, she was drooling, and shouting all sorts of insults.
"You dare bring filth into this house! You beseech it with half-bloods and mudbloods and beasts! How dare you befoul the house of my father's!"
Remus and Mrs Weasley were trying to shut the curtain over the painting, but it wasn't budging all that much. Seemingly from nowhere, Sirius came sprinting into the hall.
"Shut up, you stupid old hag!" And with that, the screaming died, momentarily.
"You!" The lady howled and raged, "The shame of my flesh! Begone from here at once!"
"I said - SHUT UP!" His godfather bellowed, and with that the curtains were firmly pulled over again, and quiet resumed.
The man who he hadn't seen or heard from since fourth year turned to them. "Hello Harry, Amelia, I see you've met my mother."