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Quick Note: Getting dumped on by snow and frozen to death by arctic blasts... Please forgive me if my mind is a bit hazy from the cold and shoveling.

Shinigami: Bella will be explained a bit more in this chapter.

D C JoKeR H S: I'm reading this and wondering what exactly I did to Sirius, again? Lol, now I remember! ;)

FANactic Writer: 4 kids? Bella hasn't met back up with Voldemort, and it's Harry's 3rd year. The Cursed Child will not be happening, as I haven't read it.

A Rosier Black

November 1st, 1981: Afternoon

Bellatrix grimaced as she fought against the curse, once more, out of the sight of Rodolphus and his berk of a brother, Rabastian. She had barely managed to make them think that it was safer to put the object holding her under the curse in their Vault.

She felt terrible for betraying her beloved husband and her two children, but it had been the only way to make them believe that she was completely under their control. Of course, she'd never told the brothers that she was still married to Seiji Kuno, or that she had living children, it would have meant their deaths.

Thankfully, her mother and Aunt knew nothing except that she'd tried to escape her arranged marriage, before they'd placed her under the Rosier Curse. Or something truly evil would have befallen her precious family. Bad enough that her Aunt Walburga removed Seiji's memories of her, at least she hadn't known about the children.

She knew that her mind was starting to fracture under the strain of the curse, but if she could hold out for the attack on the Longbottoms...

November 1st, 1981: Nightfall

It seemed that Bellatrix had lost time, yet again. She went from her prison of a room in the Lestrange Manor, to Longbottom Villa. She was given orders by Rodolphus to, "Take care of the child."

Bellatrix let the curse move her body to the room holding the baby, but then, she fought it with everything that she had! She just managed to push through the curse, and managed to complete an impressive Blood Rune Blessing, right before she was forced back by the curse. She was now trapped inside her mind, while the curse ran free in her body.

Of course, the Aurors that stumbled upon the three of them, and apprehended them, had no idea that she was be-spelled or that she'd saved the Longbottom Heir.

November 30th, 1993

Sirius had been officially cleared, with a bit of smooth talking from Andromeda Tonks and Narcissa Malfoy. It was to be in the papers the next morning, and as Lord Greengrass and Lord Black had controlling interests, it would be made to show the current Minister favor, for now. After all, better the devil you know how to deal with, than a loose cannon.

Nana, Harry, and Sirius enjoyed the walk that evening to Gringotts, while Sirius was still under the guise as Padfoot. It was at Gringotts, that Harry told the Goblins about the Basilisk find. Sirius registered Narcissa's annulment to Lucius, and welcomed her and Draco back into the Black Family. Nana and Sirius then began to search for a way to get into the Lestrange Vaults, and were told that only Lord Black could be allowed in, with a Goblin escort.

"We're looking for a Rosier Cursed object. I have no idea what it will look like, but I am sure that it will be something that my mother or Aunt thought befitting," Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't looking forward to this search.

"You will not be allowed to touch anything in the Vault, unless it is a Black Family Heirloom or part of House Black," Ripear informed him coolly.

"Not a problem, Ripear," Sirius sighed tiredly. "Any thoughts on how we can find it in this haystack?"

"More than likely, it would be a Black Family item or a Rosier item," Ripear snapped his fingers, making a parchment appear in front of him, which he quickly read. "There are twenty-eight items that are from the Black Family and twelve from the Rosier Family."

"Forty items," Sirius groaned. "My thanks for narrowing the search-"

"We're not done, yet, Lord Black," Ripear snorted, as he realized that Sirius was still dressed like a clown, even if he was under a glamour. "It appears that out of the twenty-eight Black items, only five are cursed. Out of the twelve Rosier items, two are cursed."

"Thank Merlin you narrowed it down to seven items, Ripear," Sirius smiled thankfully at the goblin.

"Yes, well, you can still only handle the Black items. I will have to see if Mrs. Tonks would be willing to see to the Rosier items, if you do not find the item you are searching for in the Black items," Ripear raised a dubious eyebrow. "Might I suggest that you take these items, now? I will arrange the other items to be returned to your family vault."

"My thanks, Ripear," Sirius nodded his understanding, as Ripear led him into a smaller room. nd looked to the five items that Ripear had made appear before him. A ring, a hair pin, a parasol, a hand mirror, and a brooch. He noted that the two items Ripear took with him were a Journal and a necklace.

Sirius spent the next few hours trying to figure out if any of these items were the right one, but without knowing more about the Rosier Curse...

Andromeda raced into the room, followed closely by Narcissa Black, "Sirius! Here! It's here!"

Andromeda tripped over a rug and would have ended up on the floor, if not for her sister. Narcissa caught her, plucked the journal from Andromeda's hands and handed it to Sirius, "It's our mother's journal. It tells all about how she and Walburga refused to lose another bit of Black Blood to so-called inferior bloodlines..."

"Does it tell you what the object is?" Sirius frowned, "Or how to undo it?"

"It does," Andromeda nodded hopefully.

"What is it?" Sirius turned his eyes to his cousins.

"A rose engraved hand mirror," Narcissa stated calmly.

Sirius snorted, "Rosier rose, Black Family item."

"Now we just need to lift the curse-" Andromeda began.

"Not yet, we need to do a bit of planning, first. I want us to talk with Lord Greengrass, Nana, Dowager Longbottom, and Neville," Sirius interrupted them. "If we don't do this right, she'll be sane in that horrid place, just like I was..."

"We understand, but we don't like it," Narcissa twitched her nose in a very un-pureblood-like move.

"When we get her back, we need to do it the right way, Cissy," Andromeda agreed.

"So then, let's do this," Narcissa set her gaze on the journal and the rose hand mirror.