Finally, they arrived back in the Leaky Caldron, but not before Rogue tried to brutally slaughter some poor wizard for getting his hand a little too close to Rogue rear end. It took Remus and about 4 other men to yank her off of him.
"Now Rogue, did you really have to act so harshly, I am sure it was an accident, nothing more." Remus scolded Rogue, as he grabbed a handful of Floo Powder.
"Ah thank Ah would know if it was an accidehnt or naught." Rogue responded tartly.
"It couldn't have been that bad, it must have been an accident."
"He squeezed!"
"Oh, well then…" Was all Remus said, knowing that she had won the argument.
"Here, I'll go first, so if you have a little bit of a rough landing, I can catch you to keep you from falling." Remus said smugly to Rogue, which earned him a rather dirty look from his female companion.
So Remus threw a pinch of the strange powder into the fire, which turned its new shade of green and then stepped in, whispering softly, but crisply, "Grimmauld Place."
In a swell of flames, Remus was gone. Rogue, glanced around the Leaky Caldron one more time, before taking and handful of floo powder and beginning to step into the fire.
But as she was about to say the name of her destination, Rogue spotted someone.
He was a middle-aged man, with long greasy black hair and a pointed nose. Not what you would call the most attractive human being on he face of the planet, but Rogue felt like she knew this man, like she was connected to him some how.
As though sensing her entranced eyes upon him, the man turned and looked directly into Rogues eyes.
Rogue couldn't move, she was transfixed upon this mans cold, dark eyes, gazing so fiercely into her, as though they were breaching her entire being, as though she could keep no secret from this man.
Rogue gazed into his eyes for what felt like seconds, but was really a minute or so, until she was lurched out of her thought when she realized the look on the mans face was one of complete shock and confusion. The man began to stand, making a move to come over to her.
Rogue didn't know what to do, so she panicked, immediately whispering the name of her ancestor's home and threw in her bit of floo powder.
Once again, Rogue was shot through, what seemed like every wizards fireplace in Europe. She began to feel nauseous again, and just as she thought she was about to throw up, she was lurched forward into the waiting arms of Remus.
"Falling for me already?" Remus chuckled, earning him a smack on the back of his head.
He just continued to laugh, "What took you so long?"
"Wuh? Oh, I just got a little distracted an…" Rogue drawled on, not really being able to think of the words to describe her "distraction" and not even sure if she really wanted to. So, instead of explaining herself, she decided to turn the flow of conversation away from her incident.
"So…" Rogue stumbled for word, until she felt a low growl come from her stomach as she realized she hadn't eaten all day, "What's for dinner?"
Remus was still curious about what had taken Rogue so long, but he decided not to press it at the current time. Just as he was about to ask Rogue what she would like for dinner, there was a knock on the door.
Rogue and Remus looked at each other, then Remus cautiously approached the door, taking his wand out as he went. When he got to the door he peeped through the eye whole. Immediately, he relaxed slightly, but then asked through the door some question that Rogue couldn't hear.
Rogue realized she was dumbly standing in the middle of the living room, so she decided to go into the kitchen and see if there was anything to eat. On her way to the kitchen, she glanced back at Remus who was still interrogating the door, and Rogue noticed that he had a rather amused smile on his face.
She began going through the cabinets and cupboards, anything that looked like it might have some slight reminisce of food in it. Finally she gave up and sat down at the table, looking back at Remus who looked like he was finally growing board of his interrogation.
Remus decided to it time to let who ever it was outside into the house, so he unlocked the door, which immediately swung open with such force that Remus barely missed being thrown across the room.
Rogue had to lean out of her seat to clearly see exactly who was in the door. There was a large group of people standing in the door, most of them wearing robes, which some how were completely dry despite the fact that it was pouring outside. They all bustled into the main living area, giving Remus looks that showed they were obviously not amused by his questions.
Rogue, once again had to lean further back in her chair, to see what they were doing. All of them started to take their robes off and hang them on a coat rack, which suddenly appeared where an old shoe used to be. "Oh, that must be transfiguration," Rogue thought as she remembered the book she had looked through when she first got here.
Rogue saw Remus enter the room, and the different conversations that had sprung up all over the room, quieted simultaneously. Rogue was still having difficultly see what was going on, so she leaned further back in her chair, head peeping out into the hall way. Unfortunately for Rogue, she leaned just a wee bit too far back, and she was sent flying into the hall way with a loud crash.
Faster then you could say "lemon drops" every single wizard and witch in the room had their wand pointed in Rogues direction, with the exception of Remus, who once again had a bemused look on his face, holding back his laughter at the look on Rogue's face.
As the realization set in with the wizards and witches over just who they were looking at, gasps of shock could be heard throughout the room.
Rogue, who still lay sprawled out on the hallway floor, could feel a blush rising in her cheeks from all the stares she was getting. She stood abruptly and somewhat awkwardly, brushing off her skirt, which had stolen the many layers of dust from the floor.
Deciding to spare Rogue from further torment, Remus stepped forward to her side, putting a firm hand on her shoulder, before speaking to the crowd of people.
"Well," he started nervously, "I was hoping to save this for later in the meeting but it looks like now is the time."
The witches and wizards, seeming to have not heard him, stood with their eyes transfixed upon Rogue, who felt her cheeks becoming an even darker shade of red.
"For a long time," Remus started again, slightly louder this time, trying to get the attention of the people before him, "we have all thought that Sirius younger sister, Vivian, has been dead. We thought she had died after we sent her to America to keep her away from Voldemort."
But we were wrong, we were all wrong. She didn't die. She forgot everything about her past in England, and began a new life in her new home, with a new name and everything. Recently she came back to England, and well…"
He stopped, as though unsure how exactly to say what he was trying to say. He fumbled for words, trying to figure out how to convey his message. Rogue decided that it was better for her to tell them the news, so she spoke for him.
"Ah ahm Vivian Blahck." She stated quickly, in order to get it over with.
A long awkward silence followed, the only sound with the ticking of the large clock and the low breathing of all the people in the room. Rogue began to shift nervously, praying to God for any kind of distraction to save her from the intense stares she was receiving.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. The whole room jumped simultaneously, and one of the witches with stunning bright pink hair shuffled forward in a sort of stupor and glanced through the peep hole.
"Its Sirius and the Weasly's!" she shouted excitedly when she retracted from the door. She swung the door open and what seemed like to Rogue, an army of people all with bright, flaming red hair. Rogue groaned, afraid that they might all turn out to be like Jean and Scott.
A rather plump lady, who Rogue assumed to be the mother of the army, considering she too had blazing red hair, was directing the children in from the rain. She hurried them all into the room and then directed two of the tallest boys, who she called Fred and George although Rogue couldn't tell which was which considering they were twins, to go out and get the luggage.
Soon all of the new comers had removed their jackets and placed them with the others in the corner and there were trunks floating up the stairs and into different rooms. Finally, the door was closed and the chaos was through and Rogue was finally able to pick out Sirius from the crowd. This task was not very difficult considering all you had to do was look for the ones with non-red hair, and there were only three.
Rogue immediately crept over to Sirius and his slightly behind him to avoid more stares, which despite the excitement, had wavered from her for more than two or three seconds at a time.
Remus, seeing Rogue's obvious discomfort, started to welcome the new comers. He began warmly greeting everyone, shaking everyone by the hand, including the first people to come in and suddenly, there was a mass mingling of people.
Sirius was laughing wholeheartedly at the entire situation, before he sensed Rogues discomfort. He glanced at her and noticed immediately that she had a look on her face that showed she felt she didn't belong here. He held out his arm for Rogue to take, which made Rogue jump when she saw it and look at him skeptically. He gave her a dashing smile when she finally gave him her arm and was immediately dragged in the direction of a young girl, around 15, who had a large mass of curly hair, which normally Rogue would have thought looked awful, but this girl made it work and a boy with messy black hair that stuck out at all angles, glasses, and a lightening shaped scar on his forehead.
Rogue gasped when she realized who this was. This was Harry Potter, THE Harry Potter. The boy that she was born to kill, the one who was destine to kill her father. The boy who's parents were killed by her father. She felt her entire body become more and more tense the closer she got to the boy. She closed her eyes, wishing she was any where but where she was now.
Rogue felt Sirius stop, and opened her eyes to see the girl and Harry standing right in front of her. Her eyes widened in panic, but before she had a chance to make any sort of escape, Sirius began introducing her to Harry and the curly-haired girl.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione," Sirius spoke, "I would like you to meet someone."
Harry looked up from his conversation with the curly hair girl, who must have been Hermione, and one of the Weaslys, who must have been Ron. He looked over at Rogue, his eyes widening with amazement and curiosity. No one noticed this minute reaction before it vanished a second later to be replaced by a warm smile, well, no one except Rogue.
"Harry," once again Sirius began, "this is my younger half sister Vivian." He quickly added after a sharp jab in the ribs from Rogue's elbow, "but she prefers to be called Rogue."
The boy smiled once again turning to Rogue, "Hello Rogue, I'm Harry Potter," before Hermione turned to Sirius and inquired deeper into the subject, "I didn't know you had a half sister, I thought you only had full sisters?"
Sirius chuckled before explaining, "Well Hermione, until just recently, everyone thought she was dead. But then she stumbles into a bar where we had been monitoring Lucious, and back into our lives."
Sirius finished his explanation with a warm smile on his face a happiness sparkling in his eyes. Ron immediately busied himself with introducing himself to Rogue, while his ears turned a lovely shade of red when she acknowledged him. Hermione merely rolled her eyes with an irritated sigh before properly introducing herself to Rogue. Sirius went off to greet the people who arrived before his return.
Harry was the only one who remained silent, his eyes fixated upon Rogue, completely ignoring the conversations his friends were having with her. Why did she seem so familiar to him, like he knew her and she knew him? He knew he had never seen her before in his life, so why was it that he felt connected to her?
His curiosity finally the better of him as he blurted out, "Have I met you before?"
Ron and Hermione looked at him, confused. Rogue froze in horror. What was she supposed to say to that? She knew they had never actually met before, but she knew why he was asking; she had felt the connection too. Maybe it had something to do with their destinies or shit like that? She had to think of something fast, she would talk to him later about this, this was not the time or the place to discuss something like this, so she thought up an answer quick.
"Ah don't believe so, no. Whah do ya ask?"
"Oh, its nothing. It just feels like I have met you before, think nothing of it." Harry replied smiling and laughing off his mistake.
Unknown to both of them, Sirius and Remus were watching the encounter closely from the far corner of the room where they had met after Sirius had introduced them.