A/N - This is another piece that I've already got a longer story planned to incorporate it in. (I just need the time to write all these hundreds of ideas I've got). I don't want to give too much about this piece away, but it features a Dark Harry and a Dark Sirius, so if that's not your thing then this probably isn't the collection piece for you. This takes place the summer before sixth year although various things are different in this universe, but they're explained in the collection piece. Enjoy!
Black Blood.
"Ginny, Ron, hurry up," Molly Weasley called up the stairs to her youngest two children.
Ron and Ginny were upstairs, dumping their bags from the family's recent holiday in Romania. Molly and her husband, Arthur, had taken their two youngest children to see their elder brother, Charlie, for the first half of the summer holidays. However, now they were back and Molly was eager to get back into her regular routine.
Molly's regular routine consisted of making sure her other children were all taken care of. Like Charlie, her oldest son, Bill, lived abroad, but she still had the rest of the brood to take care of. Percy worked at the Ministry of Magic, and even though he had his own flat these days, Molly still made sure she visited daily to make sure he was okay. Then there were the twins, Fred and George. The twins had just left Hogwarts, and almost immediately they'd bought a shop in Diagon Alley, which they planned on turning into a joke shop. Since buying the shop the twins had been living in the small flat above it, as they got everything ready. Molly wasn't sure she could do much to help with the shop, but she could make sure the twins were well fed.
Molly's other port of call was then going to be Grimmauld Place, headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix and home to Ron's best friend, Harry Potter, and his godfather, Sirius Black. Sirius had raised Harry following his parents' deaths at the hand of Voldemort years ago, but it was only recently that Molly had been given the opportunity to really look after the two wizards. Sirius had always been a proud man, and refused to accept Molly's many offers of help over the years, but he didn't really have much choice now Dumbledore had chosen his home for Order Headquarters. As a prominent member of the Order, Molly came and went at Grimmauld Place as she liked, and in doing so she'd made herself indispensable to Sirius and Harry. She hated to think how they'd fared during the weeks she'd been away, chances were they hadn't had a decent meal. But all that would change now she was back, and she could look after the pair once again
"Are you two coming or not?" She snapped when she realised her two youngest children still hadn't appeared.
"Sorry, Mum," Ron apologised as he began to descend the stairs. "I was getting my presents for Harry and Hermione."
"And what about your sister?" Molly asked. "What's her excuse?"
"She's preening in front of the mirror," Ron replied with a grimace. "You know she can't face Harry without looking her best."
Instead of shouting for Ginny again, Molly remained quiet, content to give her daughter a few extra minutes now she knew what she was doing. Molly was all in favour of Ginny getting romantically involved with Harry, so if her daughter wanted to take a few extra minutes to look her best, she wasn't complaining. There was nothing Molly would love more than to have Harry Potter as a son-in-law.
Five minutes later, Ginny sauntered down the stairs. Ginny quickly apologised for taking so long, but Molly brushed off her apologies, reassuring her that it was worth the extra effort as she looked particularly lovely.
"Little pet," Ron muttered under his breath as his mother activated the floo network and ushered Ginny through.
First stop for the Weasleys was Diagon Alley, where Molly did some shopping before they headed off to see the twins. In the three weeks they'd been in Romania, the twins had worked wonders with their shop. The outside of the shop was now painted a vivid purple, and it stood out from halfway up the street. They'd even erected a figure, clearly based in them, on top of the large display window. The figure moved, tipping his hat off and letting a white rabbit jump from his hat, before it leapt back in and the hat was returned to the figure's head, where the cycle would go again.
"Wicked," Ginny cried with enthusiasm when they saw the shop.
"You're not going to miss them, are you?" Ron chuckled as Molly pushed open the door to the shop and the three of them entered the place.
Like the outside, the inside had also undergone a miraculous transformation. The entire place was decorated in the same shade of vivid purple, and there were shelves and tables everywhere. Products were also starting to be added to the shelves. Ginny and Ron looked around the shop in awe, while Molly called for the twins.
"You're back," Fred cried as he and George emerged from the back room. "How was Charlie?"
"He was good," Molly answered, hugging both her sons. "And I see you two have been busy. This place is looking great."
"Yeah, we've been working day and night to get it into shape," George said.
"Have you been eating?" Molly asked.
"Yeah, we can knock up sandwiches, and there's a pub just down the road," Fred replied.
"Sandwiches and pub food are no way to live," Molly tutted. "I've got some stuff here, I'm going upstairs to cook you a decent meal. I'm sure you can find something for Ron and Ginny to help you with."
"I'm sure we can," George agreed, sharing a mischievous smirk with his twin.
Ron and Ginny groaned simultaneously at the look their brothers shared. They just knew they were about to be lumbered with something dull and boring that the twins didn't want to do themselves. Sure enough, while Molly whipped some food up for the twins, Ron and Ginny were stuck in the shop, sticking prices onto things and displaying them on the shelves.
After a couple of hours, Molly emerged from the small flat and told the twins there was a casserole in the oven for them, and that she'd frozen some other meals and left them upstairs. From the joke shop, Molly headed to Percy's flat. Since Percy was at work, there was no-one for Ron and Ginny to talk to as their mother whipped up some fresh food for Percy. Also since Percy was rather boring, or at least he was in their opinion, there wasn't even anything interesting in his flat for the pair to do. In the end they were stuck sitting in his flat, with only each other to talk to, while Molly fussed about in the kitchen.
"On to Grimmauld Place," Molly finally announced, once she'd made several meals for Percy and left him a note on the kitchen table.
"Will I be able to stay tonight?" Ron asked. Since Grimmauld Place had been assigned Order Headquarters, Ron often stayed with Harry in his room.
"I don't see why not," Molly replied. "And Ginny, you can stay as well. I don't know if Hermione will be there, but even if she isn't, I'm sure you can still use the room you always share with her."
"Excellent," Ginny replied with a grin. Personally she hoped that Hermione wasn't at Grimmauld Place, as when she was around she tended to monopolise Harry's attention.
After securing Percy's flat, Molly took hold of Ron and Ginny, and making sure they had their bags of shopping, she apparated them to Grimmauld Place. Molly and her two children arrived on the front doorstep of Grimmauld Place, and after knocking briefly she pushed the door open and entered the front hallway. As they entered the Weasleys all braced themselves for the ranting of Mrs Black, who resided in a portrait in the front hall and had taken exception to her house being used to play host to the Order. However, all was quiet and as Molly shut the front door, she found Mrs Black's portrait was still in place, only she was sitting quietly.
"Wow, it looks like Sirius finally shut the old girl up," Ron said with a smirk.
"It took him long enough," Molly muttered under her breath, before she raised her voice and called for Sirius. "Hello, Sirius? Harry? Is anyone home?"
For a second there was silence, before Sirius's voice drifted from down the hallway. "In the kitchen."
Ron and Ginny rushed ahead of Molly, but when they flung open the door to the kitchen they were halted in their tracks. Sirius and Harry were sitting around the table, alongside Harry and Ron's female friend, Hermione Granger. However, they weren't alone. Also sitting at the table was an attractive blonde witch, and her equally attractive son.
"Malfoy," Ron spat, eyeing up the blond wizard in disdain.
Draco Malfoy was a Slytherin in their year at school, and Ron detested the blond. Not only was Draco a Slytherin, he was a Malfoy, and his father, Lucius, was a known Death Eater. It was actually only a few weeks before the end of the last term that Lucius had been arrested in the Ministry alongside some other Death Eaters. So Ron had no idea why Malfoy was sitting in Order Headquarters alongside his mother.
"Molly, I take it you know my cousin, Narcissa," Sirius said, not moving from his seat.
"Actually, I don't think we've ever been properly introduced," Narcissa said as she elegantly rose to her feet. "Narcissa Malfoy, pleased to meet you."
Molly looked down at the soft, delicate hand, Narcissa held out before she hesitantly took it. "Molly Weasley."
"What the hell is going on here?" Ron demanded when no further explanations were forthcoming.
"Narcissa and Draco will be staying a while," Sirius explained. "They've both joined the Order."
"But they're Death Eaters," Ron exploded. "Malfoy's father is in Azkaban."
"And it is because of my husband's unfortunate circumstances that we're here," Narcissa said sadly. "Lucius's incarceration changed things for Draco and I. When Lucius was around, we had him to protect us from The Dark Lord. With Lucius out of the picture, we were vulnerable. We came to the Order for protection."
"You seriously expect us to believe you've fled from the dark?" Ron snorted.
"My husband joined The Dark Lord, not me," Narcissa replied. "I have no intention of serving that man, and I don't want my son mixed up in such darkness."
"I don't want to hear any more objections," Sirius said when Ron opened his mouth to protest even further. "Dumbledore has personally spoken to Narcissa and Draco, and he's satisfied that they're really on our side, as are the rest of us."
"Seriously?" Ron turned to Hermione and Harry, who had been sitting quietly. "You believe this rubbish?"
"It's not rubbish," Harry replied. "Give them a chance, Ron. Draco's not as bad as you think, and Narcissa is really nice."
"Yeah, everyone has the right to choose their own path, and Narcissa and Draco have chosen theirs," Hermione added.
"But…" Ron started to protest, but he was cut off by Molly.
"That's enough, Ron," She snapped at her son. "If Dumbledore is happy with things, we must respect his decision. Narcissa and Draco are part of the Order now, and we must treat them as such."
"If you say so," Ron grumbled.
"I do," Molly said firmly. "Now, you and Ginny sit down and catch up with Harry and Hermione. I'll get some dinner on."
"There's really no need," Narcissa said as Molly placed a couple of shopping bags onto one of the kitchen counters. "I've got a lasagne in the oven."
"You cooked?" Molly gaped, looking at the other witch in disbelief. Considering Narcissa was a wealthy pureblood wife, with house elves to cater to her very need, she couldn't imagine that she would be much of a chef.
"It's a little hobby of mine," Narcissa replied with a small smile.
"And she is really good," Harry said enthusiastically. "Honestly, her steak and mushroom pies are amazing."
"Not to mention her cheesecakes," Hermione added, licking her lips. "Seriously Molly, you should try them, they're delicious."
"I think there's still some of the forest fruit one in the fridge," Narcissa said. "Would anyone care for a slice?"
"No thank you," Molly replied stiffly. "I'll just put this food away."
"I'm not sure there's room," Narcissa said. "We've just done a big shop. Why don't you just take it home with you, Molly. I'm sure your cupboards are a bit bare following your holiday."
"We're quite fine, thank you," Molly sniffed as she turned her back on the bags. "I think I'll make a cup of tea."
"Why don't you sit down and I'll do it," Narcissa suggested as she got back to her feet.
"I can manage," Molly spat through clenched teeth.
Narcissa shrugged his shoulder elegantly as she sat back down next to her son. By this point Ron and Ginny had sat down, although Ron was still glaring at the two Malfoys. Ginny, however, was too busy shooting flirtatious smiles at Harry to pay any attention to what her brother was up to.
"Where was it you visited?" Narcissa asked the two teenagers politely.
"Romania," Ginny answered when Hermione gave her a subtle elbow in the ribs as it was clear Ron wasn't going to be answering the question. "We were visiting our brother, Charlie."
"The dragon expert?" Draco checked.
"That's him," Ginny confirmed.
"That is so cool," Draco enthused. "I'd love to work with dragons. I've always found them such fascinating creatures…" He trailed off as he was suddenly interrupted by Molly loudly opening and closing cupboards.
"Is there a problem, Molly?" Sirius called.
"I can't find anything," Molly complained. "Someone's changed the cupboards around."
"I'm afraid that would be me," Narcissa said as she got to her feet to help Molly. "The cupboards were in such a state when I arrived. Nothing was in any sort of order, so I reorganised. You know what men are like, they just shove things anywhere," She continued with a small laugh as she opened the cupboard and plucked out some cups, before retrieving some tea for the teapot.
"Thank you," Molly said sharply as she took the tea and cups from Narcissa.
Everyone could see Molly was bristling at the thought of the cupboards being re-arranged, and most of them knew why. It had actually been Molly who had arranged the cupboards when the Order started using Grimmauld Place as headquarters. So Narcissa hadn't been rearranging Sirius and Harry's handiwork, she'd been moving Molly's system around.
"Does anyone else want tea?" Molly asked, turning her back on Narcissa as she turned back to face the table.
Apart from Ginny and Ron, everyone else politely refused Molly's offer, which only seemed to annoy her further. With a great deal of fuss, Molly made three cups of tea and practically threw them onto the table as she settled down in one of the spare seats.
"Have we missed anything else why we've been away?" Molly asked, looking pointedly at Sirius.
"You know, if you're just going to discuss Order business, we might head off upstairs," Harry suggested before Sirius could reply.
"Good idea," Hermione said as she got to her feet.
"Yeah, some peace would be nice," Ron added as he also stood up. However, when Draco also got to his feet, Ron turned to glare at the blond. "You weren't invited, Malfoy."
"Actually, he was," Harry corrected. "Draco is our friend, Ron. We're not going to leave him out."
Draco gave Ron a sly smirk as he rounded the table and followed Harry and Hermione from the room. Not wanting to be left behind, Ron quickly followed his two best friends, his sister, and his arch enemy. Unsurprisingly, Harry led the way to his spacious bedroom, and flopped down on his bed. Ron immediately went to sit on the second bed in the room, the bed that had been moved in for when he slept over at Grimmauld Place, but before he could get there, Draco threw himself down on the bed.
"That's my bed," Ron snarled.
"Really? I've never noticed your name on it," Draco replied with a casual shrug.
"Tell him, Harry," Ron pouted, turning back to his best friend and finding Hermione had settled on Harry's bed next to him.
"Actually, Draco's been using the bed," Harry explained.
"What? He's sharing with you? But what about me?" Ron exploded.
"You haven't been here, Ron," Harry pointed out.
"And why didn't he just use one of the other spare rooms?" Ron demanded.
"The only other rooms not filled with stuff belonging to Sirius's parents are all in use," Harry answered with a shrug. "There's Hermione's room, the room Narcissa is using and the other room when Remus usually stays."
"He could have stayed with Lupin," Ron retorted. Remus Lupin was their former Defence against the Dark Arts Professor, and he also happened to be Sirius's best friend and member of the Order.
"I am not sharing a room with a werewolf," Draco snorted. "I know he's controllable, but it's a risk I'm not going to take."
"Besides, Dumbledore suggested he shared with Harry," Hermione supplied. "He thought it would help bond the pair."
"I would say that's worked," Ginny noted. "You both seem very friendly with Malfoy."
"The thing is Red, I'm not that bad when you get to know me," Draco said, flashing Ginny a dazzling smile that had her blushing.
"He's right," Hermione agreed. "Once you get over the fact he's an arrogant git."
"Make that a sexy arrogant git," Draco returned in a teasing manner.
"Sexy? You wish?" Hermione snorted. "I've seen sexier house elves."
"Please, you couldn't stop staring yesterday when you walked in after I'd just had my shower," Draco shot back, the teasing manner still evident in his voice. "Admit it, you liked what you saw."
"I did not stare," Hermione protested, grinning across the room at Draco. "I was momentarily stunned by the sight of your backside."
"It wasn't my backside you were staring at, I was facing you," Draco teased.
"As if you don't stare," Hermione said. "I saw you drooling last week when I was wearing that bikini."
"It was a very nice bikini," Draco replied with a shrug. "And what was in it wasn't bad either," He added with a saucy wink.
"Eugh," Ron groaned turning away from the pair. "This is just gross. Hermione, please tell me you don't fancy the ferret."
"Who I do or do not fancy is no concern of yours, Ronald," Hermione replied.
"How can you cope with this?" Ron asked Harry. "First you have to share a room with Malfoy, then you've got to watch him flirt with Hermione. The whole thing is just sick."
"If it's so bad, no-one's asking you to be here," Draco said with a slight snarl.
"Draco's right," Harry said when Ron turned his imploring eyes on him. "I know this must be a shock to you, but this is how things are now. Draco and his mother are part of the Order, and Draco is also our friend. You need to accept that."
Ron let out an annoyed sigh, before reluctantly nodding his head. "I can try. But where am I going to sleep tonight? Mum said I can stay over."
"You could always ask if Remus will be here. If not, you can take the room he always uses," Harry suggested.
"But I always share with you," Ron protested.
"Sorry Weasley, this bed is taken," Draco called, making himself comfortable on the bed across the other side of the room.
Ron turned to glare at Draco one final time, before he stalked out of the bedroom and back down to the kitchen. In the kitchen, he filled Molly in on the situation with the beds, and although Molly tried to get Sirius to move Draco, it was to no avail. Sirius refused to get involved and he made it clear that unless either Harry or Draco had a problem, there would be no bed swapping.
"Ron, go and get your sister," Molly ordered when she got nowhere with Sirius. "It's time we were heading home."
"Don't you want to stay for dinner?" Narcissa asked sweetly.
"No, we do not," Molly snarled. "We'll have dinner at home."
When Ron returned with Ginny a couple of minutes later, Harry, Hermione and Draco were all with them. Ginny was not at all happy when Molly announced they were going home.
"But you said I could stay," Ginny pouted.
"Things change," Molly snapped at her daughter. "If Ron can't stay, then neither can you."
"I never said Ron couldn't stay," Sirius said. "He could stay in the spare room Remus uses, or there's other rooms he can clean out."
"I always share with Harry," Ron repeated stubbornly. "Let Malfoy clean himself a new room."
"That's alright, I'm happy with the one I'm in," Draco said as he walked around the table and sat down next to his mother.
"Let's just go," Molly said, ushering Ginny and Ron towards the front door.
"See you then, Ron," Harry called.
"Wait, shall I come round tomorrow?" Ron called back as his mother continued to herd him towards the door.
"Sorry, we're going out tomorrow," Harry answered.
"Maybe I could come?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, we're going with Dumbledore and I don't think he'll be wanting to take anyone else. I think four is probably enough for what he wants to do," Harry replied with a sympathetic shrug.
"Four?" Ron questioned. "Who else is going with you?"
"Hermione and Draco," Harry replied. "We'll tell you all about it next time we see you."
Ron hardly got the chance to respond before Molly has the door open and pushed her two children outside. With a slam of the door, the Weasleys were gone and Grimmauld Place was silent for a few minutes.
"Well that was interesting," Narcissa remarked, breaking the silence.
"And it all went according to plan," Draco added with a laugh. "I can't believe they reacted the exact way you said they would."
"What can we say, the Weasleys are predictable," Sirius replied with a grin. "I knew it would put Molly's nose out of joint to be replaced in the kitchen. The bloody woman think she's indispensable, when really all she is, is a bloody nuisance. The look on her face when you said about rearranging the cupboards was priceless. Serves the old bag right for moving them in the first place."
"You should have been firmer with her, Sirius," Narcissa said, smiling affectionately at her cousin.
"You try being firm with Molly bloody Weasley," Sirius snarled. "The woman's a law unto herself. The second I was forced to turn this place into Order Headquarters, she swept in and took charge."
"Well hopefully this will keep her out of your hair a bit," Narcissa said. "After all, that was part of the point of Draco and myself deflecting to the Order."
"She won't go away completely, but I think between us we can ensure she doesn't come around too often," Sirius replied.
"And Weasley? Will he stay away?" Draco asked Harry and Hermione.
"For a few days," Harry replied. "But he'll be back. Although as long as he thinks you're sharing a room with me, he won't be able to stay over. I said that he would rather go home that have a room to himself."
"What do you mean, as long as he thinks you two are sharing a room?" Sirius questioned, his eyes darting between Harry and Draco. "You are sharing a room, aren't you?"
"Of course," Draco replied quickly, although his eyes darted to Hermione before returning to Sirius.
"Draco Malfoy, you better not be sleeping with my daughter," Sirius bellowed. Unbeknown to the Order, Hermione was actually Sirius's daughter and her mother was the daughter of The Dark Lord himself, making her Voldemort's granddaughter.
"Relax Dad, he's winding you up," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes. "Of course he's sharing with Harry."
"He better be," Sirius warned, glaring at his daughter and her boyfriend. He then turned his attention to Harry. "And you better make sure he stays with you, Harry. I expect you to look out for your sister."
"I will, Dad," Harry vowed with a smirk.
Not only was Hermione Sirius's daughter, but Harry was his son. Harry's mother was also Voldemort's daughter, but unfortunately their mother now resided in a private hospital following a breakdown. The breakdown was a result of Dumbledore snatching Harry just hours after he was born. It had taken over a year to locate him, and Sirius had been appalled to find his so called best friend, James Potter and his wife Lily, raising Harry as though he was their own. It turned out that Dumbledore had faked Lily's pregnancy after discovering who Voldemort's daughter was and they'd snatched Harry hours after he was born and passed him off as a Potter. It was just lucky for Sirius that Dumbledore hadn't been able to discover the identity of the wizard who'd impregnated Voldemort's daughter.
If Sirius hadn't already been on the dark, his best friend's betrayal would have turned him. As it was, he'd let Voldemort handle it and the Potters had paid for their deception. Ever since then, Sirius had kept up his cover and had raised Harry as his godson, while Hermione had been raised by the Malfoys. However, what the Order didn't know was that Sirius spent almost all of his time with the Malfoys and his daughter, so he didn't miss out on anything. Harry and Hermione also knew the truth about their mother, and how Dumbledore's actions had given her a breakdown that she'd never recovered from.
Now their deceit was nearly over, and now that Voldemort was back to full power he was getting ready to strike. Soon Dumbledore would be dead, and Voldemort would take control of the wizarding world. When that happened Sirius and his two children would all reveal who they truly were and the Blacks would take their rightful place at Voldemort's side. Very soon the Order were about to discover that the Blacks were very dangerous enemies to have. The Blacks were going to lead the dark to victory, and they were going to do it very soon.