Part I: where Elisabeth gets a letter

Although it was still early in the morning, Elisabeth was staring out of her window where the sun stretched her first arms of light over the garden. The sky turned slowly from dark blue to bright orange and little flocks of white clouds floated before the sunrise. The scene passed Elisabeth. She was lost in memory and thoughts

In her hand she clutched a letter. Yesterday morning the postman had dropped it in her letterbox and yesterday evening she had opened it. It was since then that she hadn't moved from her window.

They needed her. The Order needed Elisabeth. Or rather Sirius Black needed Elisabeth. She looked down to the letter. Although she had read it several times, she read it again.

Dear Elisabeth,

I am most sincerely sorry to bother you. I know you have chosen a further life away from the magical world, but please be so kind to hear me out.

Sirius, the stupid ass, has been hit by an Aqua Incantation. Nobody can lift it, not even Dumbledore who has tried many times. Our only hope lies with you, I am afraid.

Please do not be alarmed that it is Sirius who I ask you to help. He is in fact no guiltier of the murder on Lily and James as I am. I hope you still trust me enough to believe me on this subject.

I plead you, Elisabeth, come and help Sirius. You are our only hope; Sirius's only hope. I know I ask a huge deal of you Elisabeth, but please don't let us down.

Awaiting your reply kindly,

Remus Lupin

Member of The Order of the Phoenix

Elisabeth dropped the letter. Did Remus know what he actually demanded from her? She would have to come back to the wizarding world. She would have to face everything she once left. And why? To help Sirius, one of the reasons she ever turned her back to the community she once loved. Elisabeth hated Sirius for it. He had betrayed her, left her like she was nothing! How does Remus dare to ask her help! She wouldn't do it. It couldn't care her less that Sirius would die!

But Elisabeth knew she was lying to herself. She knew she had to go, despite her lousy attempts of talking herself out. How much she loathed Sirius, she didn't truly want him dead.

And so she wrote a kind reply.

In the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, a letter arrived in the toaster. Mrs. Weasley stopped baking eggs immediately and gave the letter to Remus, who it was addressed to. Harry, Ron and Hermoine looked up from there plates and Fred, George and Ginny broke off there argument about the Holyhead Harpies. Tonks, who was helping Mrs. Weasley (much to her despair), sat down next to Remus.

"What does she say?"

Remus passed the letter to Tonks.

"She's coming."

"Thank goodness!"

But Remus didn't look that thrilled. There was trouble ahead, he felt it.

Tonks looked up at the handsome face of the werewolf.

"What's wrong? You seem worried."

Remus gazed at Tonks.

"No, it's just…I hope Sirius will keep his mouth shut, that's all."

Tonks smiled weakly at Remus.

Waiting for more explanation, Harry looked at Remus. Two weeks ago he had never even heard of this Elisabeth. But then his godfather got cursed and all of a sudden everybody of the Order started talking about her. Apparently she was in the right state to help him. Harry had asked Remus many times what they meant with "in the right state", but all he would answer was "Only when she's certainly coming, I will tell you. It's too dangerous otherwise."

"Remus, what does the Order-"

"Mean by "in the right state" " he laughed.

"Yeah well," Harry said, "she has agreed now, hasn't she."

Remus looked at the son of his former best friend. He would never give up. He admired him for it.

"Well, Elisabeth's surname is Cruentium. Elisabeth Cruentium."

And with that, all the Weasleys gasped.

"There is a Cruentium coming?" asked Mrs. Weasley

"Yes, there is Molly," answered Remus quietly.

"I will not have that!" Molly turned red. All of the Weasley kids sat in silent watching their mother, while Hermoine and Harry looked confused at each other.

"What is wrong with that surname?" asked Hermoine at nobody particular.

"I will tell you wants wrong with that surname!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, "It's the name of a Deatheater family! You can't trust the whole of it!"

Molly came to the table and started aggressively to pick up all of the plates. Ron looked dismayed at how his mother took his plate full of sausages away.

"Molly, please, do you really think I would invite a Deatheater here? Would I ever put you or the children at risk?" Remus pointed at the five children.

Looking slightly taken back, Molly answered:

"No…no, of course not, Remus. But, she is a Cruentium. They are not to be trusted. They can do…things we can not control."

"But that is exactly the reason why we need her!"

"I will trust you Remus, but I don't like it. If anything would happen, I put you responsible for it!" said Mrs. Weasley, pointing her finger at Remus.

"Yes, Molly, you can trust me."

Mrs. Weasley kept looking suspicious at Remus. She really didn't like the prospect of a possible Deatheater in the house.

Everybody sat in silent at the table. Ron looked very interested at his fingers and Ginny was playing with her cup of thee. Tonks was gazing at Remus, slightly lost in thoughts, while Hermoine was petting Crookshand.

Then, Harry broke the silent.

"Is this Elisabeth really a Deatheater?"

A little smile curled on Remus's lips.

"No Harry, of course not. She just has the wrong name."

"Like Sirius?" asked Hermoine.

"Yes, sort of," Remus smiled.

Mrs. Weasley snorted.

"You can hardly compare a Black with a Cruentium, Remus!"

"It's only a name, Molly."

"No it isn't! And you bloody hell know that!"