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"Le temps est un grand maître, dit-on, le malheur est qu'il tue ses élèves"

(Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately, it kills all its pupils.) -Hector Berlioz


Argus Filch had no idea what to make of Lilac Evans and her strange kindness so opposite of the cruelty he was used to receiving. She would smile at him when others would sneer and curse him for being born without magic and shaming his family in the process. The ruby-haired child had manhandled him from his broken room, "Such a shabby place is no fit for our caretaker," she huffed indignantly before taking him to a much larger room where she proceeded to transfigure it into a room fit for a king with new walls, floor, and bed. "Mr. Filch look what I brought you!" Lilac chirped as she stepped into the cramped office with a wrinkle on her nose as she took in the cluttered mess. "What on Merlin happened here?"

"Peeves is what happened." Argus tiredly signed as he walked out from behind the metal filing cabinet. "Just when I managed to clean up Apollyon Pringle's mess."

"Who is Apollyon Pringle?" Lilac huffed as she sat down in one of the dusty old chairs idly scratching behind the ash-brown kneazel's ear.

"The old caretaker before me," Argus responded as he scratched beneath his growing stubble. "Wretched and bitter man, that one."

"I'm sorry your hard work was destroyed, Mr. Finch." Lilac apologized with sincerity shining in her sea-glass eyes. "I could see if Tree or Leaf could help you later on this evening." She kindly offered.

Argus's eyes lit up with appreciation. "That would be a wonderful thing if they could. However, don't trouble them on my behalf if they are busy doing other chores." He affirmed. "Now who are you, vivacious little one?" He cooed as he scratched the young kitten underneath her chin.

"This little kitty is a runt from the half kneazle that hid underneath Hagrid's hut. I thought you would like a companion?" She smiled sweetly. "A familiar to call your own."

Argus paused for a second as he allowed her words to sink in, "For me?" He whispered swallowing the cry in his throat as the kitten was plop right on his lap. "I reckon this is the first gift I've received." he croaked as he gently rubbed the ears of his pet who began to purr in earnest. "I think I'll call you Mrs. Thistle; after a dear friend." he smiled as he gave Lilac a warm smile.

"I know you'll take good care of her," Lilac mumbled as she looked around the office. "Perhaps I can help clean up some before my next class."

Argus looked at Lilac with amusement, "Not trying to avoid Black and Potter are you?"

Lilac felt her face heat up in both embarrassment and anger at the mention of both boys. The books mentioned that they caused mischief-making she had to hope it wasn't as bad as J.K Rowling made them be. Of course, Lilac was disappointed and now she had one half of the hoodlum quartet chasing after her skirts. "MR. FILCH!"


"Sirius mate, I think you should give up on Evans," James muttered to his friend. "There are other fish in the sea as my dad says." He finished with a self-important nod.

Sirius scowled as he stumbled over the tricky step. "You don't understand because you're not a Black, James," grumbled Sirius with a huff.

James gave Sirius a look of deep offense. "MY MOTHER IS YOUR GREAT-AUNT!"

"You did not grow out of the Black cradle though did you?" Sirius uttered as they hopped off the last step and made a left down the main corridor. "Black's are known to be rather frightfully possessive and protective of what we considered ours."

"She punched you in the face!" protested James as he ruffled his hair in bafflement.

Sirius merely waved his hand with dismissiveness, "Nothing worse that my mother didn't do to my father."

"I'm too nervous to ask what your mother did." Remus dryly interrupts from the back as he held both his and Peter's book bags.

"She broke my father's nose when she slammed the door in his face."

"Sirius," James began solemnly. "I think your family likes pain entirely too much."

"There's a word for that, James." Remus teased lightly.

Sirius gave a huff and was about to retort before a blissful look overcame his face."Speak of the Grim," He hummed happily. "OI! Evans wait up! "Sirius roared out to the girl ahead whose face seemed to have sour at who was greeting her.

James groaned as he slapped his face in slight annoyance. "Siriusly?"

Remix gave James a light pat on his shoulder before moving past him dropping Peter's bag at his feet. "I think I'll try and save the poor girl before she goes hiding off again somewhere." He uttered as dry as an eleven-year-old secret werewolf could.

"Go out with me Evans?" Sirius coyly suggested as he tossed his hair off his shoulders and out his smoothly sculpted face.

"I would not touch you with a ten-foot pole, Black!" Lilac spat, green eyes alight with fire and her face twisted into a sneer. "Now leave me alone." she huffed out with annoyance.

James saw the small flash of hurt cross Sirius's face before he hid it with an even cockier expression. "Then you would touch me with a five-foot pole?"

"BLACK!" Lilac spluttered as her sister covered her mouth to prevent a laugh to slip through.

"Good to know!" he chirped before turning and rushing off to the Grand Hall.

"That arrogant brat," Lilac muttered tiredly. "I wish Bellatrix would get him to leave me alone."

"Yes, she, however, finds it amusing, sister." Lily grinned as she hooked her arm through hers. "As do I and about half the school."

"I'm sorry about him, Evans." Remus apologized on behalf of his friend. "Sirius can be overly exuberant sometimes."

"Sometimes?" she dryly muttered.


Dear Lilac,

It was both odd and bitterly sweet when I walked into secondary without you both there. Every one of your classmates asked after you of course especially your old bully Diana Sawyer the wretched slag. I wish I had snapped a picture of her face when I told her you both got into a top prestigious school. Never did I see someone quickly sour like she did and boy was I tickled pink by it.

There's a new student who started this year, a transfer student from Smelting's, and he's dreadful. His name is Vernon Dursley, he follows after me like some lost puppy, Lilac. It's completely mortifying and maddening. You remember sweet little Marigold Darcy I used to help babysit on the weekends; with mother? The utter brute stole her lunch money and brought it to me with a large grin on his face as if I would be proud of him for doing so. I swear if this harassment continues I'm making mum and papa call the Bobby.

With love always,

Petunia Ivy Evans

Petunia tied the scroll neatly before folding and placing it into the envelope. "Could you please take this to Lilac, Bella?" the strawberry-blonde asked politely of her owl. The thunderowl hopped down and gave a hoot as it stuck out its leg out.

"Sending a little to our little flowers, Petal?" hummed Castor as he walked into the kitchen with his usual military stride in place.

"Yes, father." Petunia sweetly spoke as she held out her father's newspaper and took up her own from the Daily Prophet. "Will mother be down shortly?"

At the question Castor could not help the smirk that crawled across his face, "She'll be down in a bit." he answered satisfaction clear.

"Gross, papa," Petunia muttered as her nose wrinkled up with displeasure and Castor's booming laugh echoing around the bright yellow and brandy colored kitchen.


12 Grimmauld Place was a building that Orion Arcturus Black had despised since the deep depths of his childhood and if the naming of the building fits with the aspects of all it was then so be it. Grimmauld was a place where most of his bitter and excruciating memories were. The abusive inflicted on him by his father Arcturus and the lonely weeping his mother Melania gave at night when she thought they would not hear a sound pass her silent wards. It was a blessing when his cunning but sweet sister married into the Prewett family. "Kreacher, tea," he ordered softly to one of his few childhood elves.

"Yes, Master Black." the older elf croaked before snapping his fingers and popping away.

Orion sighed heavily and rubbed his creased forehead trying to erase the migraine slowly emerging from all the paperwork he had been doing the last several weeks. Simply paperwork which would have been easy to do if Walburga's screeches of their eldest sons failures would end or the emergency Wizengamot meeting about this deadly and new Dark Lord on the rise.

"Tea for Master." the elf greeted as he softly placed the hot tea on the corner of Orion's desk and out of the way of his papers in case a spill would happen. "Anything else Master need of Kreacher before he goes back to watching over little lord Regulus?"

Orion looks up from the letter he just happened to receive, "Where is Walburga?" Orion tiredly asked of his wayward wife.

"Mistress Black is out for one of her social tea calls at Malfoy Manor." Kreacher informed as he fumbled with his dirty uniform Walburga refused to mend.

"Ensure Regulus doesn't wake from his nap, the boy has been coming down slowly with the Kneazles cough," Orion ordered.

"Yes, Master Orion" bowed Kreature so deeply that the tip of his bulbous nose touched the floor.

Orion felt his eye twitch in irritation has he noticed the loopy if barely elegant scrawl on the tip of the envelope spelling out his name. The wards had told him it wasn't malicious, yet he could not help but be suspicious considering the only owl from Hogwarts he was waiting for was from his heir. The patriarch's heightened senses due to his Animagus form smelled the hint of Lilacs, honey, and cooling wintermint.

Regards,

Orion Black, Lord Black of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black,

My name is Lilac Evans, I attend Hogwarts with your heir Sirius and a few other notable house members of yours. I do not know how one kindly or respectfully informs a leader of matters which involve their family, so I shall be blunt about things. (Orion raises an eyebrow at this) My sweet though cunning friend Narcissa Black your niece I believe, has had a habit of showing up with bruises every time her parents come for family visitation offered on the weekends. She's jumpy at shadows and flinches when someone either gets too close or tries to give out comfort to her. In the muggle world, these are signs of someone being abused. (Orion narrowed his eyes at that admission. His brother-in-law would not dare.) I currently can only make a minor relief paste and I highly doubt it is making even the slightest bit of difference.

I'm currently serving a month of detention from hexing one Rabastian and Rodolphus Lestrange on behalf of your other niece and branch heir, Bellatrix Black. Hogwarts can be confusing and one evening I happened upon an abandoned room where the Lestrange brothers were trying to force themselves upon Bellatrix and going so far as to make her forcefully sign a marriage contract.

I don't know how you do things in your family or if you even care, but I do care. I would happily kill if it meant my friends would live happily and I have no qualms admitting to that. My sisters often tell me I'm overprotective to the point I'm willing to forgo my morals.

Point is Lord Black, do something about this or I will regardless if I have the power or not.

In Greetings,

Lilac R. Evans

Gryffindor first year of house Evans