The Marauders: Take Two
Chapter Three
A week had gone by, since the girls had taken up residence in Black Manor. During the time, Sirius had kept to himself, in self-mourning of his deceased wife. The girls knew he was in a bad place when he walked in on Buffy and Spike, while in a compromising position. He had said nothing, just turned around and walked out of the room.
During the night Dawn would sit out side outside of his bedroom door and lean up against the wall, just listening. Every night, around one in the morning, Harry, would appear next to her and just sot down with her. "He hasn't cried at all tonight," she whispered. She closed her eyes and sighed, "I'm not sure what's worse, Harry. The heart wrenching sobs or the dead silence." she had stated one night.
As always he had said nothing, and placed his arm around her shoulder and held her close, allowing her to use him as a pillow. Every morning, was becoming routine for them. She would wake up in her bed with a chocolate frog sitting on her nightstand. She knew it was Harry. He had done it every day since the first night that he had found her, the night when the explanations had changed everything.
Flashback
Everyone was sitting in the large gathering room, in silence. Buffy had just finished explaining everything regarding Joyce's death and the return of James and Lily Potter. The couple was sitting on a couch, with Harry, looking very nervous. Sirius had yet to look at them or Harry. Actually, he hadn't looked at anyone for the past 20 minutes. He was just sitting in one of the chairs with his head in his hands.
No one dared to say anything. Harry felt guilty for taking his godmother away from treatment, and for being happy his parents were there. Remus knew enough not to try and even comfort his friend at the moment; it would only piss him off further. James and Lily were unsure of how their friend felt about them being there or what had occurred to get them there. Spike, on the other hand, may be 'evil' but he wasn't a git, he knew exactly how he would feel if Buffy were taken from him. He assumed it was similar to what Sirius was feeling at the moment. The girls were just as unsure as to what to do. And Dumbledore knew enough not to anger the wolf animagus anymore that he already was.
After a few moments of almost everyone string at him, Sirius let out a growl and stood quickly and kick his chair backwards, causing it to fall to the floor with a sharp thud and stalked out of the room, slamming doors as he went. Buffy closed her eyes and let a tear fall as she let Spike hold her. Lily did much of the same thing with James.
"I'm going to go call Connor." Faith spoke softly to Spike, who nodded in understanding. She slowly stood and pulled out her cell phone as she walked out of the room, silently thanking Spike for charming all for the electronics to work. "Bit, why don't you go put on some tea, and tell Terror to invite Brood Boy Jr. her fro a s little visit." Spike said as he ran his hand up and down Buffy's back. Dawn nodded and got up and headed for the kitchens first.
After asking, Wonkers, the house elf, to make some tea for everyone and to quietly place something to eat in her father's room a little later, she found Faith and relied the message.
End Flashback
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Sirius found himself in the heritage hall, of Black Manor. There hanging on the wall was a painting of he and Joyce on their wedding day. She had been two months pregnant with Eliza that day. She had kept it secret until after the ceremony, but surprised him before the reception. Eliza had been his wedding gift from his wife.
Sitting next to the painting was one of Eliza when she was two years old. She was smiling and waving at him.
He couldn't help but feel guilty that his other two girls weren't up on the wall. But then again he was felling guilty for a lot of things lately.
- Not being there to say goodbye to Joyce.
- Missing his girls grow up.
- Hurting James and Lily by his actions.
- Making Harry feel guilty for being happy that his parents were there.
- Making James and Lily feel guilty for being there for their son.
- Feeling jealous that Harry wouldn't need him anymore.
- Felling jealous that his girls had such a close bond with Spike.
Sirius sighed and sat down on the floor looking at his wife. "Help me out here, Joyce. I'm lost and I don't know how to get back some semblance of bloody sanity. I don't know what to do here or what I'm supposed to feel or even how I'm supposed to act." He quickly brushed his tears away. "How am I supposed to get through this without you? You were always by my side and on my side. You protected the girls like we agreed, but I let you down. I got lost anyway. I couldn't get back to you and you married another man. I pushed you away without even bloody realizing that I was doing so." he said as he leaned his head against the wall, never taking his eyes off of his bride. She was once again the last thing he saw before falling into a fitful sleep.
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With Sirius in the mood he was, Remus decided to take the girls to Diagon Alley. Buffy decided to tag along especially since Faith and Dawn had no wizarding money yet. Buffy had to smirk at Dawn's face at some of the things she walked by. 'Oh. Yeah. She's definitely NOT going to be in Gryffindor.' she thought to herself. She led the girls and Remus to Gringotts with a twinkle in her eye, which could only suggest mischief.
"I would like to make a withdrawal." she said to the goblin sitting behind the desk. She held out her key and waited. Seconds later his head shot up, and he looked straight at her. "Miss me, Pointy?" she asked with a smirk on her face, the goblin just glowered and motioned for her to follow one of the newer employees. 'Oh yeah, he remembers me.' she thought in amusement. She turned to Remus; "He always did have a stick up his ass." Remus chuckled at her and allowed the 3 ladies to get on the cart before him.
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Dawn stood in front of Ollivanders, by herself. Buffy was still at Madame Malkins, buying herself some new cloths. "Shopping Therapy" she had called it. And for once no one could move Faith from a bookstore, while Remus was at the Apothecary.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open and walked in. she looked around the old, dusty store and raised an eyebrow. "Hello?" she called out politely. "Hello?" she called out a little louder. She saw an old man walking out from the back. "Ah, young, Miss. Black. I was wondering when you would finally make your way into my shop," he said with a smile. He then turned t his stacks and stacks of wands. "Lets see," he mumbled as he scanned his wands. "Thirteen inch. Maple wood. Core of a gryffin." She took the wand and gave it a wave…nothing happened. "No." he turned back around and moved about. "Black walnut, eleven inches, core of a Veela." Dawn didn't even have to wave the wand and a couple of lamps blew up. "Absolutely not." This went on for a good thirty minutes. She waved more wands than she could possible think of.
- Oak 17' Unicorn Blood
- Maple 15' Snake Venom
- Ash 11' Owl feather
- Willow 10' Wamping Willow Bark
- Beech 14' Stag fur
- Black Walnut 15' Hippogriff feather
- Cherry 19' Phoenix feather
- Rosewood 17' Phoenix tears
- Vine 15' Vampire blood
- Ebony 16' Veela blood
And those were just the ones she could remember.
By now she was ready to give up and come back another day, when all of the sudden he looked at her with narrowed eyes. "I wonder." he mumbled as he walked to the back of his shop and pulled out what looked to be THE oldest box there. "Here try this." she grasped the wand and silver and different shades of green sparks shot out from the wand and swirled around her.
"My, my, Miss. Black! I never would have thought that I would actually be selling this wand. Fore the power that resides in it is immense." he said completely serious. "Miss. Black the wand you hold in your hand is a 16' blood wood. With the core of a hair from Salazar Slytherin himself as well as a hair from the first Black ever placed in Slytherin and a hair from the first headmaster of Hogwarts, Dantes Aglebottom. Those three stands are braided together and are enclosed within the wand surrounded by sand that was given freely by the guardians of the Key." Dawn looked right into Ollivanders eyes, knowing fully that he knew who she was and what she harbored.
"Who was the first Black in Slytherin?" she asked curiously. Ollivander walked behind his desk and motioned for her to follow, and lead her to the back row of wands…but there was also quite a lot of books. "My dear history has not recorded the births of female children, fore they can not carry on the family name. Or should I say at one time they could not." She watched as he fingered the spines of his books. "But you see Salazar had one son… and one daughter. By the time Salazar had started the Slytherin house, Angelique was to old to attend. She would have been in her 7th year, and even so, back then women were not to have knowledge of such spells. -- Ah! Hah!" he exclaimed as he pulled out a rather large book, and placed it on the table behind him and began flipping through the pages. "However, Angelique did marry. She married Demetrius Black. Angelique and Demetrius had two sons and one daughter. The oldest was Cyrus Demetrius Black and he was sorted into Ravenclaw. The family was pleased, for they had prejudices against Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Yet they accepted Slytherin and Ravenclaw," he said distantly as his brows bunched and he continued flipping through the book. "Their second son Erastus Ignacius Black was sorted into…Gryffindor. He was disowned and died at age 15. Killed himself due to the alienation of his family and his housemates. Although there is a lot of speculation and dispute as to whether or not it was actually suicide. The daughter Acacia…Dawn Black was sorted into Slytherin." Ollivander smirked at Dawn and gave her a pointed look at the same time. "By the time Cyrus was a 7th year there was a war that divided the houses right down the middle. Hufflepuff sided with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw with Slytherin. By the time Cyrus was 18 he was already a General in the war. He died when he was 19 years old." He said quietly. "You see, Miss. Black, you are the true pureblood heiress to Slytherin. It is he-who-must-not-be-named who is the heir of Slytherin. He is the descendant of Salazar's only son Vasilis Raynor Slytherin." He said and then pointed to a paragraph under the picture of Salazar. "Read this, Miss. Black."
She looked at him and then leaned in a little to read the old text. It was in… French. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't take French as my foreign language requirement." He tapped the book again and looked at her. "Your blood wrote this. You will be able to understand…fore that I have no doubt." She sighed and turned back to the text. "L'état de loi ancienne demande mon choix d'un héritier. Vous devez avoir du sang pur et noble. Votre sang doit parcourir vous les veines. Soyez cela du fils ou de la fille. Votre vrai héritier gagnera la protection de la ligne Slytherin. Vous tandis que savent quand vos contacts votre baguette." She read aloud. "The state of ancient law requests my choice of an heir. Thou must be of pure and noble blood. Thy blood must run through thee veins. Be it of the son or the daughter. Thine true heir shall gain protection of the Slytherin line. Thee whilst know when they touches thine wand." she looked at Ollivander in question. He smiled, "Enough to get the understanding of is said, I assure you." She smiled in relief and turned back to the text.
"Le vrai héritier est très important et doit être gardé le secret à tout prix. L'aube monte, encore la nuit s'approche. Permettez au vrai héritier de prendre garde, antérieurs la pièce de rechange est sortie pour gagner l'acceptation et provoquer la grande douleur." She frowned as she read. "The true heir is of great importance and must be kept secret at all costs. The dawn is rising, yet the night is approaching. Let the true heir beware, fore the spare is out to gain acceptance and cause great pain." she looked at Ollivander like he was crazy. "I'm not sure I want to read anymore!" she exclaimed. "One more paragraph and you'll be done, Miss. Black," he said soothingly. She took a deep breath and turned back to the text one more time. "Si votre vrai héritier le lit, je demande seulement deux choses d'entre vous. Un - écoutent ceux vous les aimez et cachez. Et deux - rendent le nom de Slytherin à qu'il était et à pour lequel il a demandé si longtemps, il y a tant d'années." She sighed as everything hit her at once. "If thy true heir is reading this, I request only two things of you. One- listen to those you love and keep them close. And two- return the Slytherin name to what it was and what it demanded for so long, so many year ago." she slowly translated the last portion of the text.
"You see, Miss. Black, you were destined to be the heiress to Slytherin long before you were even born." he told her gently. "My family…they knew a seer or one of them had to be one." It was a statement and a question at the same time. "Yes, Miss. Black, it was said that Angelique herself was a seer." she was quiet for a moment and stood in deep thought.
Ollivander closed the old book and brought it to the front of the shop, He wrapped the book and placed her wand back into the box and wrapped that as well. "The book was made to accompany the wand, Miss. Black. Your total is 4 galleons," he said quietly, so as not to interrupt her deep thoughts. He nodded slightly when she passed him the four gold coins. "Thank you for all of your help, Mr. Ollivander." "Think nothing of it, Miss. Black." he smiled kindly as he watched her leave. "Yes, Miss. Black, you may be just what young Mr. Potter needs to do those great things you both are destined for." He spoke to himself and then walked once again into the back of his shop.
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Dawn was in deep thought when she passed the Magical Mansurey. . She smiled at the owls that she saw and decided to look around. She quickly found the majestic owl that she wanted. He was magnificent; he was the color of midnight black and stared back at her with silver eyes. "How much is he?" she asked the shopkeeper. The old man looked at her in suspicion. "20 Galleons. He is a rare owl therefore very expensive." she just smiled, never taking her eyes off of the owl. "I'll take him." she said confidently and handed the man the 20 Galleons.
As she walked out of the shop with her owl he tapped the cage repeatedly. Finally, she opened the cage and allowed him to come out. He hooted and immediately flew to her shoulder. "How do you like the name Demetrius?" she asked him with smile. He hooted and pecked her nose lightly. She giggled and fed him a treat. "Demetrius, it is then."
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By the time Dawn made her way to Madame Malkin's she had many packages. She had bought a top of the line broom at the Quidditch Shop. It was the new Firebolt, although the Nimbus was a close second, she had liked the look of the firebolt better. She had a large collection of colored parchments, quills, and inks. She had picked up her books at Flourish and Blotts, from the list of school supplies Dumbledore had left with her. She had ordered her necessary potions equipment which she was having sent to the manor. And now she would need new robes.
She heard, what appeared to be a mother and son arguing, but ignored them. Seeing as Madame Malkin was walking toward her. "Hello, dear how can I help you?" She smiled at the friendly lady. "I need some new school robes, dress robes, formal robes, and casual robes," she said politely. "Of course, my dear. What house are you in?" "I'm a transfer, I haven't been sorted yet." "Not a problem. Now let's get you measured and then you can pick out your robes."
Demetrius watched her things, while she got her robes. And it was obvious that she had caught the attention of the mother and son duo. But she chose to ignore them. "Wonderful, dear, where shall I send them to?" "Black Manor, if you will. And my name is Dawn Black." She smiled lightly at the lady's look of shock. However, she quickly got over it. "Alright, dear, I'll send the bill along with your robes." "Thank you." She nodded and walked out of the shop with her things and Demetrius once again on her shoulder.
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That night Dawn sat in her room writing a letter at her desk with her cream colored parchment and black ink. When she was done she closed the letter with the Black family crest and she wrote beautifully 'Daniel Osborne" on the front. She handed it to Demetrius after giving him a treat. "Please, take this to Oz, Demetrius." He hooted and took off. She stood at her window and watched as he flew off into the night sky, recalling the letter she had just written.
Oz,
It is me, Dawn. The owl is Demetrius, could you maybe give him a treat, as I am sure it has been a long journey. -- Thanks, Oz. Anyway I am afraid my letter of hello is not on a causal note toady. There appears to be more to my life than we all had originally thought.
Buffy and Faith will be busy with the counsel shortly, and I could use the brotherly support if you are not to busy. Believe me when I say there is much to catch up on.
Demetrius will wait for your reply and I have written my address at the bottom of the letter. Speak the address aloud and the letter will transport you here.
Love Always,
Dawn
Black Manor
12 Grimmuald Place
London, England - Wizarding World