A/N: Hello and thank you reviewers for your reviews. I have been urged to continue, as hard as it was as I became indulged in my other story, The Same Old Blood Rush With a New Touch. But I managed to get it done! The whole cousins thing is confusing and I think that seeing the family tree would be easier for you readers to understand as I suck bumb at explaining things and will probably confuzzle your minds even more. The being said, to see the Black family tree, go onto Wikipedia and search 'black family'. It's pretty much straight forward from there...
A special thanks to JGRninja who, through msn, has been helping me out with each of these chapters. A pat on the back for Jack! (Tee hee, I made a rhyme)
Enjoy the following chapter and PRETTY PLEASE comment. I'll be getting into the action bits of the story in a few chapters, just in case you're wondering.

"So, let me get this straight," Scorpius said impatiently. "My grandmother's cousin is their," he pointed to both Rosie and Albus, "grandfather who's mother's surname was Black, like Trinette's mother's maiden name is, who was disowned?"

Professor Loony nodded her head. "It's confusing, isn't it? But it makes sense, after all, the Black family line is long and pure—many wizarding families are connected to it. I was doing some research and it turns out that even Professor Longbottom and Professor Bulstrode are related to the Blacks!" Scorpius scowled, quite the opposite reaction of Rosie and Albus who were beaming.

"This is so cool!" Rosie exclaimed. "So you won't kill me!" she said to Trinette.

"Well, she might," Albus corrected her. "Her mother killed Sirius Black who was her cousin and tortured Uncle Neville's parents for information—she might be like them."

Trinette put her hands up defensively. "N-no! I'd never do anything like that!"

Rosie looked at Trinette shadily. The two still didn't really know each other as they had just met that day so she couldn't really tell if Trinette was telling the truth or not. Albus, however, had complete confidence that Trinette was not an evil person.

"Trinette wouldn't do that, don't be stupid, Rosie," he said, walking down the hall. "Anyways, I'm hungry, let's go to the Great Hall and—" he stopped suddenly and looked to the ground. "Actually, I don't think I'm hungry…"

Scorpius laughed and walked past him. "Afraid of your brother because you weren't sorted into Gryffindor, Potter?" he asked tauntingly.

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy, you're not making any friends," Rosie said and hooked her arm through Albus'. "Albus Severus is certainly not afraid of facing his brother nor is he afraid of heights." Rosie emphasized the last word when she said it. Scorpius stuck his nose up in the air, still walking.

"I'm not afraid of heights, it was just that I was there for a while," he said over his shoulder.

"Yeah, right," Rosie said under her breath, tugging Albus' arm. "Oh, come on Al. You're not seriously afraid of him, are you?"

"No, no, of course not," Albus replied, attempting to turn around but failing due to Rosie's strong hold on his arm. "I'm just…not hungry. But, if you're there, can you get me a full-sized meal on a plate with pumpkin juice? Just in case…I mean…"

"You are too hungry! Now come on!" Rosie pulled Albus who was sliding his feet on the ground to make it difficult for her. Neither of them noticed until they were at the end of the dungeon hall that Trinette had not followed.

"Trinette? Why aren't you following?" Rosie asked, stopping when she realized they were missing a third of their trio.

"Oh," Trinette said, looking around confused. "It's just…Professor Loony just disappeared and no one noticed."

"Who cares?" Rosie replied, suddenly sounding mean. "I'm bloody hungry! And it doesn't help that he's not moving an inch without me pulling him. Come on, Trinette, you don't want to walk into the Great Hall alone, do you?" This got Trinette going. She most definitely did not want to do that. After all that was being said about her because of her evil family, she didn't like to think about how many people would be staring at her when she entered alone. She hoped that Rosie's flaming red bushy hair would distract them.

As soon as they opened the doors to the Great Halls, many eyes diverted from the person they were talking to or their food to the three at the door. Rosie confidently led the other two toward the Gryffindor table while she dragged Albus behind her and Trinette found it interesting that the Slyterin crest had been sewn to her robes overnight.

"James Potter!" Rosie said unhappily. Albus, realizing that his brother was close, tried to make a run for it out of the Great Hall but bumped into Trinette, causing both of them to fall down, giving enough time while he stood up for Rosie to put a death-grip on his right arm. The boy that turned in response to the name James Potter turned around. He was less-scrawny, less-messy-haired and not-wearing-glasses version of Albus.

"What do you want?" he snapped, turning to face Rosie. He caught a glance at Albus and straightened up. "You do know that all the wizards in Slytherin end up going bad, right?" he told his brother. Albus frowned and found a spot on the ground the he found very interesting.

"That's not true!" Rosie protested.

"Oh, is it? Well, Miss Know-It-All, you've read Hogwarts, a History, which ones didn't go bad, then?" James said, looking at Rosie in a way that told anyone who looked that he (thought) he knew the answer and was merely amusing himself.

"As a matter of fact," Rosie cleared her throat. "If your father has even bothered to tell you like he has told me when I asked after reading the text, you will know that there are numerous wizards that turned out alright. Like…like Severus Snape, for instance! The very man Albus' second name came from! He was a good man!"

"A good man," James scoffed. "Sure, a good man that killed the best Headmaster this school has seen!"

"Uncle Harry said that was planned and so does mother and father!"

"So what? He went through with it, didn't he? And he was one of Voldemort's Death Eaters! I'd say he didn't turn out too well until the end when we found out that his killing Dumbledore was planned, which didn't help as everyone hated him already!"

"Well then how about Regulus Black, Sirius Black's brother!"

"Death Eater!"

"He did the right thing in the end though!"

"But he was evil for most of his life!"

"Well, then, how about Andromeda Black!"

"Who the hell's she?"

A smirk played on Rosie's face. "She is Nymphadora Tonks' mother. Yes, that's right," she said at the look on James' face. "Teddy's grandmother!" James opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. He opened it again, thinking and then closed it again. Albus decided to look up.

"Well…I guess not all Slytherins are bad…" James said hesitantly and then, looking pointedly at Trinette, he said, "Although I'm not sure about that one. Best let her go before she gets her hands on us all."

"Trinette's fine," Albus said suddenly. "Everyone should stop judging her by her parents. I mean, I'd never want anyone to do that with me and Dad. I'm hardly the man he is." He paused. "Well, I'm not sure you'd understand, James. You do, after all, love attention."

"You shut your mouth!" James said, standing up.

"Calm down, James," a new voice entered the conversation. A silvery-blonde haired boy with piercing blue eyes had just walked up behind Rosie, Albus and Trinette, placing his hand on Albus' shoulder. Trinette was surprised at how quietly he had come. She hadn't felt his presence. "You do love the attention and you know it. And, I do understand Albus," he nodded at Albus. "I would not want to be judged by my mother and father's reputation either. They are brave people, much braver than I ever will be." The boy looked up at the ceiling for a moment and then back to James. "Actually, I would like to be judged by my mother's reputation a bit. After all, we are both beautiful people." He turned to Trinette and smiled, sticking out a hand. "'Ello, my name is Vincent Delacour-Weasley, and you are?" Trinette noticed a hint of a French accent in his voice when he spoke. Looking into his eyes, she wanted to do something stupid to impress him so, as a solution to not caving into him; she looked just under his eyes at his cheeks.

"Trinette Lestrange," she mumbled, shaking his hand.

"Trinette's our cousin!" Rosie exclaimed and then looked up to the ceiling, ignoring Vincent and James' surprised expressions. "The owls are here!" Trinette followed Rosie's eyes to the ceiling. It was true. About three dozen owls had flown in from the ceiling and were dropping objects into students' plates and, for some unfortunate people, in their food, drinks and on their heads. Rosie was one of the unfortunate ones as a newspaper fell down a smacked her head while the owl that had been carrying it flew and perched itself onto Vincent's shoulder. Rosie pulled seven Sickles from her pocket (Trinette recognized these as some of the coins she had used to buy her school supplies) and placed them into the pouch attached to the owl's foot. But the owl didn't fly away as Rosie expected it to. It just stayed perched on Vincent's shoulder, nipping his ear affectionately.

"Vincent, send it away, please," she asked calmly, betraying her angry facial expression.

"But she likes me!" Vincent protested.

"Every female being (or homosexual male being) likes you! You're part Veela, it's inevitable. Send it off, now!"

With a sigh, Vincent shooed it away and it scowled at Rosie before taking flight. But Rosie didn't notice. Her face was buried in the newspaper. She openly gasped.

"What?" Albus asked.

"She's been spotted!" Rosie exclaimed, showing the others the newspaper. Trinette looked down to see the moving face of an elderly woman. Her hair was frizzy and white, her skin was so pale it almost blended in with her hair and she had heavily lidded eyes. She knew who it was immediately, but didn't like knowing.

"This is…my mother?" she asked, thinking that Bellatrix must have been quite old when she, Trinette, was born.

Rosie only nodded. "Listen to what it says! 'Yesterday evening the notoriously known Bellatrix Lestrange was spotted in Hogsmeade at the deserted bar, Hogs Head—'Aberforth Dumbledore's old place! '—attempting to pinpoint the school Hogwarts' location. Investigators are seeing into this and trying to find why Lestrange would want to know. Perhaps it is for something she had hidden there in her school days, like Lord You-Know-Who and his horcruxes.' Look! There's more pictures of her…even some from twenty years back when she broke out of Azkaban."

"Broke out of Azkaban?" Albus asked. "How did she manage to do that with the centaurs guarding it?"

Rosie looked at him through slit-eyes. "There weren't centaurs guarding it back then and you know it, Uncle Harry's told you. Pay attention more when he tells his stories! It was the Dementors that guarded Azkaban back then and Voldemort got control of them. They ended up letting a mass breakout happen!" Albus sighed.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not as smart as you then," he said, clearly annoyed.

Trinette stared down at the collage of pictures on the newspaper Rosie was holding. All of them were of her mother through the years. Trinette could see that as Bellatrix got younger and looked happier, the more and more she resembled her. She turned away and looked at a full plate of food sitting on the Gryffindor table.

"Let's eat…I don't want to look anymore…" she said quietly.

"Oh…of course, sorry about that, Trinette," Rosie said, folding the newspaper up. "Although, I wonder if she's looking for you? I mean, you are her daughter and only one, I'm pretty sure. I could understand her wanting to see you."

"Please…don't say that," Vincent said suddenly, taking the seat beside where James was sitting. James sat down next to him. "The very though of 'er coming 'ere scares me." Rosie nodded and sat down while Albus and Trinette stayed in the same place.

"Do you know if we can sit here too?" Albus asked.

"No, stinking Slytherin's to your stinking table!" James hollered, stuffing some eggs into his mouth.

"Oh, alright," Albus said sadly. "Come on, Trinette. To the stinking Slytherin table…"

"Okay," Trinette said following him to their table. Halfway there Professor Longbottom walked up to them.

"Hello, Al and…Miss Lestrange," he greeted, obviously more familiar with Albus. "Al, can I talk to you for a minute?" Albus nodded and went aside with the Professor. Trinette stayed where she was; not wanting to sit down alone at the Slytherin table and be talked to by Scorpius.

"No, she's fine, Professor," Trinette heard Albus say. He walked over to Trinette and mumbled, "Let's go," but before they could move Professor Longbottom stood in front of them again.

"Er—well, I have your schedules. Here you are, Mr. Potter and Miss Lestrange. I hope to see you do well in Herbology with me," he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. His eyes passed over Trinette and she knew that he didn't trust her.

"Thank you, Professor Longbottom," she said as nice and warmly as she could.

"It's no problem, Miss Lestrange," he said and turned toward the Gryffindor table.

"He doesn't want you around me, does he?" Trinette asked when he had gone out of ear shot.

"Nope," Albus replied bluntly. "But he will when he finds out how good you are in his class."

"Good in Herbology? I don't even know what that is!"

"Trust me, you'll do well."

"And how do you know this?"

"Your mother was," Albus replied and at the look of surprise on Trinette's face, he continued, "I went for a midnight stroll when I couldn't fall asleep last night. There are many other Black's and Lestrange's who've won awards at Hogwarts. Bellatrix got one. You should do well; the people you're closely related to were great." Trinette nodded, hoping that she had inherited their magical talent.