Taylor Trinket Black ran up the stairs, towards her daughter's room. Her heart beat frantically and her mind ran through twenty billion different actions and consequences. It was almost midnight and Trinity was no doubt sleep. She had to get the girl out of there.

She burst through the door of Trinity's room, even though she knew her daughter complained often for some privacy.

"Mom!" Trinity had shouted in annoyance and fear. What had she done to warrant this breech in her privacy? "Mom, what's going –?"

"No time," Taylor said, grabbing her hand and Trinity's wand and pulling her out of the bed.

Taylor dragged her down the stairs and towards their back door, pulling a black cloak out of the hallway closet. She quickly fastened it around Trinity's neck and pulled the hood up and over her head and shoved the girl's wand into her hand.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Listen to me, Trinity, listen well. I want you to go through this forest to the other side. There will be a house, The Burrow. There will be people there, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who can help you. Ask them to help you find your dad.. I want you to run, Trinity. I want you to run and keep running until you get there. Don't look back, don't come back just keep running."

From where they were standing, Trinity and Taylor could hear the front door burst open. Taylor pushed Trinity out of the back door.

"Mom --?"

"Keep running, honey. I love you." Taylor pulled out her own wand and closed the door, leaving Trinity standing outside in her pajamas and a cloak.

Trinity opened the door again, determined to get some answers. She heard voices as she headed down the hallway, one was her mother and the other was a voice that was some how muffled.

Trinity peeked around the corner. Her mother stood, wand held up against a person dressed in black robes with a hood over his head.

"Where's the girl?" he said. He sounded agitated, signifying that he had asked that question already and was desperate for an answer.

"She's not here. You won't find her either."

"Don't be foolish, woman. By protecting her, you only make this worse for the both of you. Now, tell me where she is!"

"Never."

The man, obviously reaching the end of his patience, held up his wand. "I warned you."

Trinity watched in shock as her mother lowered her own wand. "It doesn't matter. My daughter is safe from the likes of you and your idiotic 'Dark Lord'."

"Avada Kedavra!"

It had been unexpected.

Trinity was frozen in shock.

Another masked man appeared next to her mother's body. "Where's the girl?" he asked.

"I think she's hiding in the house," the first man said, spitting on Taylor's body. "Stupid wench wouldn't tell me."

The second man grinned wickedly. "Only one way to get her out then."

The first man grinned too. "Right."

They walked back towards the front door.

Trinity tried to shake herself from her stupor, backing up slowly from her mother's body. Quickly she turned and raced to the back door, flinging it open.

And then they blew up her house.

Trinity was flung against a tree, a high-pitched scream tearing itself from her throat.

For a minute, she lay stunned on the ground, until she heard the sound of footsteps coming towards her.

Then she hopped to her feet and did as her mother had last requested.

Trinity sat up quickly. A dream. Had it all been a dream?

She took a quick glance around the room before flinging herself backward on the pillow. She was in Ginny's room still. Her clothes were still burnt from the explosion. Her feet still scratched and dirty from running through the forest. The taste of blood still in her mouth from biting her tongue. And there was still the realization that her mother, her best friend, her teacher, her role model, was gone.

Unshed tears stung her eyes again but she refused to let them fall, ever. It wouldn't do her any good to cry. She was too strong for that. She was Sirius and Taylor Black's daughter.

Yes, her mother had finally told her who her father was when she had turned thirteen and Sirius had escaped from Azkaban. Trinity had met him once that year. It had been awkward, yet comforting to find out who her father was. And she wasn't the least bit a shamed of him. In fact, she was proud. Proud that her father didn't actually murder anyone, never would have thought of it. Proud that he would try to capture his best friends' murder, even if it all backfired.

Now, she needed to find him. . . . And unfortunately break the awful news to him. Surely, the couple hadn't seen each other since that year she, herself, had met him and to find out that the other had died so suddenly before they got a chance to see each other again would be heartbreaking.

Trinity got out of bed and noticed a note on top of some clothes.

Hello,

We woke up this morning to find you in the room, but it didn't look as if you had anything. Mrs. Weasley said it would be good if I gave you some of my clothes since you look to be about the same size as me. So, until you can get some clothes of your own, you can wear whatever clothes of mine that you want. We're all downstairs when you feel like coming down there. Can't wait to meet you.

Sincerely, Hermione

P.S. If you leave this room, take a left and the shower is the second door on the right.

Trinity picked up the clothes and headed in the direction of the bathroom. As she headed out Ginny's door, she saw a calendar.

Wincing, she left the room.

It was August 1st

She was officially seventeen and of age.

And her mother wasn't here to celebrate it with her.