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This chapter is a bit of dialogue with different characters but this is one the chapters I've had in mind since the beginning (at least the end part) so I hope that you all enjoy. Be on the look out, one character makes their debut "words" in this chapter.

There were three knocks at Ursula's door, startling her out of her thoughts. She was lying on her bed, tossing a Quaffle up and down, mulling over how she could get Regulus alone in this hell hole of a house. Her mother seemed to pick up on her plan and never left her youngest son alone with her only daughter. They had only been home two weeks and the intended one month the twins intended to stay got shorter and shorter each day.

"Come in," she pointed her wand at her door and unlocked it nonverbally.

Sirius walked in, favoring his left leg, and sat down on top of her desk. "Mother Dearest mentioned another visit with cousin Bella but first she wants us to spend the rest of the morning under her watch."

"Great, more time with Mummy." She muttered angrily, throwing the Quaffle a little too roughly and hitting the top of her canopy.

He scoffed, "If you would just let us leave…" he muttered under his breath, "We'd never have to see her again."

Ursula sat up and threw the Quaffle at her brother. It made a thud as it hit against his chest, his arms going around it to catch it at the same time. He grimaced and glared back at her.

"You know why I'm stay. If you want to go that bloody bad, you can leave." She sniped.

He rolled his eyes and tossed the Quaffle between his hands, "And leave you to die or get turned into a Death Eater? I don't think so."

"So leave Reg to that fate?"

"He wants that."

"I don't think he does," Ursula got up and snatched the Quaffle out of his hands.

Sirius shook his head, "He's lost Ursula." He said softly. "This whole life style is perfect for him. Do you see how happy he gets every time Bellatrix comes over to try to 'convince' us to join the Death Eaters? How he is Rudophus's shadow? He's one of them."

"He's our brother," Ursula tried to defend, knowing his argument was valid. "We have to at least try."

Sirius sighed at pushed himself away from his desk. "I'm going to go to my room. Talk to James would you? He's been bugging me for the last three days to talk to you."

"It's not my fault I could move my hand before this morning." Ursula muttered as she went through her trunk looking for the mirror that was her only connection to the outside world.

Sirius chuckled, "You did call her a dirty pixie with blood dirtier than Kreacher's smock. What the hell were you thinking?"

"That an attempted crucius curse was long over do."

He rolled his eyes but look at her in concern, "You know, one of these days you might not be able to dodge it. Even if manage that, try to avoid smashing your hand in the mirror."

"That'll be the day you actually catch Kreacher tripping you up the stairs. Come here," she motioned for him to walk closer. When he did, she waved her wand at his ankle and a bandage wrapped itself around his foot. "Maybe conjure up some ice to put on it. The swelling should go down."

"I swear, that bloody elf has it out for me," he muttered as he walked out of her room to his own. Ursula looked out and made sure that he was safely in his room before she locked his door, only allowing him out and her in. Locking charms were a personal favorite of hers.

She walked back into her room and picked up the mirror. "James." She said looking into it.

There was a moment of pause before her face disappeared and James's face replaced it. Instantly, when he saw who it was, he smiled happily. "URSULA! See you can pick up a mirror again."

She rolled her eyes, "Shut up, James. Sirius said you were bugging him."

"He complains too much. I simply wanted to talk to my favorite lass." James teased. Then the smile slowly slipped off his face, "Sirius told me about what your cousin did to you. Why the hell are you still there?"

"You know why." She said shortly before changing the subject. "Now, what's the news about the War? We've only heard about stuff from my family and that isn't always reliable. I want to hear it from a legitimate source."

James looked uneasy. "What have you heard?"

"Bellatrix talks about killing someone's brother, Sirius stole one of Regulus's letters from his friend and it said that three Slytherins two years ahead of us have already been 'marked' whatever the hell that means," she muttered the end. "And there was something about Ben."

"Bellatrix probably did kill someone," James confirmed with a grim and angry expression on his face. "Alice's older brother and his own family were murdered this past weekend. Alice wasn't there, thank God, but she's still with her family. And what they mean by marked is Death Eaters are getting the Dark Mark tattooed on their left arm, just like Avery's was."

Ursula nodded, taking in the news. "What about Ben?"

"He cursed a muggle," James admitted. "His dad is actually talking to my dad right now. But we can't do anything about that. What we can do something about is the news you're getting on that side. Have you heard anything?"

"This isn't from Voldemort himself but I heard Lucius Malfoy speaking to Regulus about a new policy being enacted once Voldie gets a little more power. They want to force all wizards to go in front of a court of sorts and prove their magical lineage." She reported though he mind was still in mild shock after hearing of her sort of ex-boyfriend's predicament.

James's jaw dropped, "That's impossible! No one would ever go for that!"

"Fear can make people do terrible things, James. If he could convince enough people, it might happen." Ursula said sadly.

"But that would mean Elyse…."

Ursula nodded, "I thought about that. And I think I have an idea. Muggleborns are just decedents of squibs right?"

James shrugged, "Yeah, so? I personally know of three on my father's side and I heard a rumor that there's another squib Weasley. It would be impossible to try to track down who Elyse's family is related to since it usually takes more than three generations for the magical gene to reappear. We could try to pass her off as a distant relative of my mom's. I'll teach her my entire family tree if I have to."

"But for Elyse to be a seer!" Ursula cut him off, speaking rapidly. "James, that's even rarer than a metamorphmagus to show up randomly in any sort of family! There are only a few families that have ever shown that ability in all of the History of Magic. All we have to do is track down which one it is and prove that the squib is related to Elyse and she's home free."

Throughout her entire reasoning, the smile on his face grew larger and larger, "I knew there was a reason I'm friends with you! I'll get started looking through some of the genealogy books my parents have. Have you started looking through any of the ones at your house?"

Ursula nodded, "But it doesn't pan out. All family trees and books block out any descendents of squibs. All squibs aren't even named in some of the books, just blank spots."

"I'm going to visit her with the rest of the guys later today. I'll ask her about her family when I get the chance."

She was silent for a moment before asking, "You're going to go visit Elyse?"

James nodded, "Moony, Wormtail, and are being apparated there by Moony's parents. I'm leaving as soon as Minister White leaves."

"Why didn't anyone else tell us about the visit?"

He simply rolled his eyes, "If you were here, you could be going right now."

"You're as bad as Sirius." She grumbled annoyed.

"Maybe if you would listen to us, then we wouldn't be like this! You need to leave that place and get to my house before you end up missing or in a casket." James said angrily.

This time, she was the one that rolled her eyes, "You act like I'm sharing a room with Voldemort. I'll be fine trust—" She cut off suddenly and turned to look at her door.

"What?" James asked sounding worried and concerned (though he would never admit it) as he tried to look around the mirror to see what was wrong.

"Regulus just left his room. I have to go talk to him," she explained as she started to put the mirror down.

"No! Wait a second! You uncle—" his voice ended as she put the mirror face down on her desk.

She ran out into the hallway and looked to catch the bottom of Regulus's robes disappear around the corner. She chased after him, checking around the corners to make sure neither of her parents were there, before grabbed Regulus by the shoulder and pulling him into the first room she could once she caught up to him.

"What the hell?" He grumbled, rubbing his shoulder.

"Regulus, I need you to listen to me," she began. Regulus, sensing what this was about cut her off.

"No, you need to listen to me." He said forcefully. "You're going to try to convince me to run away with you and Sirius. Oh, don't look so surprised, only an idiot wouldn't notice. But before you do, look around for a minute."

It was then that Ursula realized what room she had pulled him into. Faces of her ancestors stared back disapprovingly at her, severe expressions on their faces. Reg pulled her farther down the tree, passing over faces of more recent relatives, some Ursula knew. Then she saw what Regulus wanted her to see; her own. It was a horrible representation of her. Her eyes were unsmiling and she looked far too much like Bellatrix for her liking.

"You are part of one of the strongest and purest families known to all of wizard kind. Your magic by default is more powerful than even your friend Potter's without you even trying. Throughout generations we have achieved the perfect blood line and you just don't care. Do you realize what you are about to throw away?" He questioned her. "You would never be able to come back. You and Sirius will be disgraced, disowned, and abandoned. If you stayed, you would have power, money, safety, respect, everything you could ever want. Are the mudbloods worth it?"

She glared at him, "A million times over," she answered.

"Then you are a fool." He shook his head condescendingly. "You are giving up what thousands would die for."

"I'm giving it up so thousands won't die because of it." She shot back. "I'm going to be fighting in this war, Regulus. And so will you, even if you don't realize it yet. But you have a choice on which side you'll be on. Right now, just say that word and we'll leave right now."

"Why in Merlin's name would I give this up?" Regulus scoffed and turned to leave.

"Remember Olivia Carmichael?"

The reaction was instantaneous. He froze midstep and looked over his shoulder at his older sister in shock. "Who told you about her?"

"No one, I was walking around the library when I saw you two being all nice and cozy. You do know she's a halfblood right? Imagine what will happen to her in this War when Death Eaters find her and her family," she taunted, knowing she was touching a nerve.

He didn't react at all, just standing perfectly still, glaring at Ursula with the utmost hatred for finding out his secret. Deciding to keep pushing, Ursula continued, "You care about that girl, you can't deny that. You try to keep it a secret but I've watched. I've seen you staring at her at dinner across the hall. So if you truly believe in all this pureblood crap Mother and Father have shoved down your throat, why the hell are you dating a halfblood?"

"At least I'm not getting dumped by the Minister's son!" Regulus shot back, his face flushed with rage. "Yeah, you thought you two were being so bloody sneaky but everyone in the school knows he dumped you after his sister died. I wonder why? Was he so distraught with grief?"

"Stop it," Ursula demanded in a whisper. It felt like her throat had closed up and she could barely breathe. Tears stung her eyes and she swallowed painfully.

Regulus smirked cruelly, "Or maybe he just needed some time to himself."

"Stop." Her voiced was stronger but filled with repressed emotion.

"Some say that he just simply got tired of you."

"Regulus, I swear…"

That just seemed to encourage him more. A twisted and sinister smirk contorted her brother's smile.

"Or maybe….oh this is my favorite one." He leaned in close to her face, "Maybe he blames you."

A resounding crack echoed around the room. He jumped back; a vibrant red handprint was clear on his cheek. Ursula stared at him without remorse. He brought his hand up and winced when his hand made contact with the injury.

"Let me make myself clear," Ursula said blunt and cold voice, "when I leave this hell hole you better be as sure as hell in your decision to stay. In a few years we are both going to be out there and not think I will hesitate fighting against you. But also know this, if you ever want out, if the brother I know and loves ever comes back, my door will always be open for him, no matter what he has tattooed on his arm. Just remember that; you have a choice."

He didn't say anything, just simply staring at her eyes. Her steely grey eyes met his slightly bluer ones, slightly battling their strength of will. Eventually, it was Regulus who turned away first. Without a word, he disappeared from the room, leaving Ursula alone.

Her hand smarted painfully from the force of the hit. Numbly, she lifted her hand to look at it, in shock that she had hurt her brother that way. She had sworn long ago, as the oldest Black child, she would protect her brothers from everything and anything. What shocked her the most, however, was the fact she didn't feel remorse. She was just numb.

Sirius was anything but numb. He was furious, edgy, irate, agitated….the list went on and on. He was trapped in this hell hole of a house while his sister tried to convince their twat for a brother to run away with them. As much as he loved his twin, she was being to get on his last nerve. Every day, at least one of the twins gained a new burn, cut, scar, bruise from 'talks' with various family members.

It wasn't natural for him to be trapped. He wanted out. He wanted to get on his broom and fly with James and Elyse. He wanted to have an epic chess tournament with Remus. Hell, he even missed mousy Peter, if for the fact he always provided good entertainment with his stuttering. He didn't care to think about the former seventh member of their group.

He was a caged animal, trapped in a hated place, just waiting for the one slip up from the cruel caretakers. That opportunity came in the form of a noise. More specifically, it was the noise of someone being hit. Grabbing the communication mirror and his wand, he opened his door and froze when he saw Ursula's door open and no Ursula inside.

Determination and anger rushed through his veins as he ran down the stairs. In what would later be determined as the worst/best luck, Sirius ran into none other than his beloved mother.

"Scorn of this house!" She screeched at him as he pushed past. "You ungrateful waste of life!

Sirius froze on the landing and slowly turned to face Walburga. Her face was horribly scrunched as if she smelled something horrible. "At least you aren't as much of a shame as your unwanted twin."

With that, something inside of Sirius snapped. "Don't you dare speak of my sister." He whipped out his wand and cursed her with the first spell that came to mind. She deflected it easily, her nostrils flaring in fury. Sirius half expected her to start breathing fire.

She didn't speak as she sent curse after curse at him silently. Knowing that he was in no position to defend himself at the landing between floors, Sirius turned and ran down the flight of stairs, running past Ursula as she stepped out of the family tapestry room. Before she could even look properly surprised at his frantic state, he yanked her to the ground just as a spell flew over her head.

"What the hell did you do?!" She shouted at him as they ran towards the fireplace.

"Why is it always my fault?" He asked, exasperated and slightly amused despite the situation.

She rolled her eyes but continued running, yelping when she was hit with a stinging hex and tumbled to the ground. Sirius came to a skidding halt, just feet from their escape, but she waved him on.

"I'll be right behind you!" She shouted over their mother's screaming as she cursed them and screamed things mothers should never even think about their children.

Ursula just got to her feet when Sirius stepped into the fireplace. It didn't matter that all their worldly possessions were still in their rooms. They both had to get out of there as soon as possible.

The fireplace was green and ready to go, shouting, "Number 5 Godric Lane!" But the exact opposite of what they expected to happen happened. Sirius was launched out of the fireplace, soaring across the room, right at the feet of his father. Orion tried to grab him but Sirius scrambled away as Ursula was now dueling with their mother. Regulus was notably just standing in the doorway, doing absolutely nothing.

Sirius grabbed the mirror from his pocket and shouted, "JAMES! Bloody hell, where are you?! The floo's blocked!"

At that moment his heart stopped. A blood curling scream was seared in his memory. It appeared that Sirius's fear from earlier wasn't without reason. Ursula hadn't been able to move fast enough. Their mother's aim was fast enough as she cursed her daughter with one of the unforgivable curses; the crucius curse.

"I GAVE YOU LIFE! YOU UNGRATFUL WASTE OF A CHILD! I ONLY WANTED YOUR BROTHERS YET I HAD TO BE STUCK WITH A BLOODY UNWANTED THORN IN MY SIDE! I WISH I GOT RID OF YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!" Walburga screeched at Ursula as she lay on the ground, twitching and screaming in inconceivable pain.

Sirius didn't hear James's reply. He saw red as he pointed his wand in his mother's direction, "Confringo!"

While Walburga simply defected the curse, it had the effect that Sirius wanted. It broke her concentration, releasing Ursula from the unforgivable. Ursula slumped to the ground, her breathing labored and choked sobbing causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly as she lay facedown.

Sirius however, was blasting curse after curse at the woman who just happened to give birth to him; she was never his mother. That titled was reserved for a kind hearted woman living in Godric's Hollow.

"You've made my life hell!" He screamed, his anger consuming him as he dueled both of his parents, mainly his mother though. "I am not a damn Black! So blast me off your bloody tree! I hope you all burn in hell!" With a final curse, he petrified both of them. He looked down at his parents' still forms and raised his wand, their eyes following his every move.

"I know the curse, you're the one that taught it to me," Sirius sneered. "Bellatrix mentioned last week that you have to mean it; does it look like I bloody mean it?" The fear in their eyes was answer enough. "But I won't because I'm not you." He spat at them and turned around to go kneel next to Ursula.

"Can you stand?" He asked her gently, his hand gently resting on her shoulder.

She nodded, grimacing as she tried to get to her feet. Sirius offered his hand to help her up but she refused the help. Once she was on her feet, she had barely taken a step when she swayed on her feet and almost crashed back to the floor if it weren't for Sirius reaching out and grabbing her. He wrapped her arm around his shoulders, taking most of her weight.

"Room," she gasped through the pain in her ribs.

He simply nodded and rushed the two up the flights of stairs up to his room. He had no idea how long his spell would last on his parents. Once in his room, he placed Ursula on the bed before going to lock the door.

"No need. Already locked." Ursula said weakly.

"What did you do?" He questioned.

She smiled, grimacing as it pulled on a newly reopened cut on her lip, "Locks are my specialty. Only you or I can get in or out."

"Are you sure?"

Ursula gave him a look, incredulous that he could doubt her claim. He just shrugged, paranoid and slightly annoyed at once again he was trapped in his room. "We have to get out of here." Sirius admitted desperately. "I don't care if I have to climb through the window. I have to get out."

"We will. We just need to figure out what was blocking the floo. Until then, we are safe here."

About twenty minutes later, a muffled voice echoed from Sirius's pocket and from the window. "Sirius!"

Sirius pulled out the mirror and saw James's face in the mirror. "I'm at your house but I can't even get past the front walk. Every time I get too close I get thrown back. It's some sort of shield. Are you two alright?"

Sirius looked at Ursula lying on the bed, trying to calmly breathe through the pain. Now that the adrenaline started to wear off, a new burn from the stinging hex he hadn't even realized he had been hit with was causing pain in his left shoulder.

"We're alive," Sirius said, knowing that even he couldn't stretch the claim that they were alright.

With his free hand, James ran his fingers through his hair and glared at something to the side of the mirror. After a moment of muttering to himself, he looked back at the mirror, "Are you at least safe?"

Sirius nodded while Ursula answered from her position on the bed, "We are barricaded in Sirius's room."

James nodded appreciatively, "With your locking skill, you guys are safe," he complimented her. "I'm going to head back to my house and get my parents to work on getting your floo back in order so we can come get you. Keep me updated if anything changes," he ordered.

"Got it," Sirius nodded.

James was silent a moment before saying softly, "Stay safe Padfoot, Muse. I don't want you two hurt." With that, he cut the connection and the twins were all alone.

They waited until they were sure the rest of the family was asleep before they risked leaving the room. They heard when their parents regained their ability to move and after a few tense minutes of Walburga trying everything to get into one of the twin's rooms, the rest of the family ignored their presence. There were two blasts they heard from the first floor but that was it.

During that time, they planned. James had informed them around eight that night that his parents hadn't been able to break the barriers that surrounded Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Mr. Potter had even tried apparating but that too was impossible. The magic was strong too; it seemed that Ursula inherited her locking skill from at least one of her parents.

So they plotted on how to survive. Once everyone was asleep, Sirius would sneak across to Ursula's room and gather all her school stuff while Ursula snuck down to the kitchen to get food and water; enough to last them a day.

The only sound in the house as Ursula made her way down the stairs was her own heart beating frantically in her chest. At any second, she expected to stumble across Kreacher, the elf that hated her entire existence. When the last stair creaked, Ursula was sure that she had been caught. But nothing happened. Breathing a sigh of relief, she continued to walk into the kitchen.

She put a jug of water on the counter and began searching for bread in the cabinets. The only food she wanted was nonperishable and able to sustain her and her brother for an unknown period of time.

"You're running away aren't you?" a soft tenor voiced asked from somewhere in the darkness.

Ursula yelped and jumped back, brandishing her wand towards the figure sitting at the kitchen table, shrouded in darkness. Then she realized that she recognized the voice. "Father?" She asked her voice softer and more childish than she wanted.

He nodded and with a snap of his fingers, the kitchen was lightly lit. "I'm so sorry Ursula." He said looking at her sadly. "For everything. But you have to understand—"

"Understand what?" She shot back, thinking of all the times she suffered at his hands, or technically lack of action. "Understand all the abuse and hate I've had to endure since I was a child?"

He flinched at her tone but nodded, "I know you hate me and I cannot deny that you are justified in feeling that way. Just listen to me and maybe you will be able to accept all that has happened under this roof. I am not proud of what has happened but I beg you, just listen.

"When Walburga and mine's first child was born, we weren't expecting you. We were expecting Sirius and only him. But when I first held you, I loved you, Ursula. You were my Little Bear. But then you got older. You always tried to be just like us but I saw it in your eyes; you were trying to live a lie. I knew that early on that you and your brother weren't the children that Walburga and I wanted. I was so adamant to keep the perfect family together, it also didn't help that I grew up the exact way you did.

"Yes, I was exactly like you when I was younger. I questioned everything and fought every tradition my parents shoved down my throat. But I was weak. I didn't have the courage you and your brother have. I conformed and accepted my fate and tried to force it upon you. For that I am truly sorry. There was one thing, however, that I swore I would change. I would keep you safe.

"That was much more difficult than I initially thought. Every time you or Sirius did something, it was horrible for you two. I saw both of you resent us more and more each year. It broke my heart but I needed you safe. I figured if I could push them far enough way, they could get out. Stupid, but that is what I thought I could do to save you. You mother made that easy for me to do. Whenever one of you did something wrong, she would punish you. I don't know if you remember the time you were caught outside with the muggles, but that beating the morning after was my fault. I defended you and spoke against your mother. You paid dearly for my mistake.

"From then on I swore to protect you and Sirius at all costs. After we sent you to Hogwarts, Walburga handed me the letter that stated Sirius made it into Gryffindor, I was shocked when I didn't read your name. But when I took a closer look at the paper, I noticed it was tampered with magic that erased your name from it. So I did what any father would do; I hid it from your mother. That summer, when you were both caught in muggle clothes, I must apologize for what happened to you. But you have to understand, I had to protect Sirius. I grabbed him not to stop him from helping you but to stop him from getting hurt as well. I knew that you would want him to be protected so that's what I did. And I am so sorry that I had to make that choice."

Ursula was silent, her mind reeling as it all connected in her head. His reasoning made perfect sense. Suddenly, her father wasn't the bad guy. He was the guy who had actually tried to help her. While the wound still hurt, she felt sorry for the man who raised her.

"Why are you telling me this?" She asked softly.

The corner of his mouth quirked up slightly, "Because you have the courage to do something I never was able to do: run away. With the War, Walburga and I blocked all traveling in and out of this house; no one can get in and no one can get out…except in about fifteen minutes the wards will mysteriously malfunction. So run Ursula. Run and do all the brilliant things that I never could. Just remember, I love you. I love you and your brothers so much but neither will never know."

She wanted to say it—she wanted to so badly. He was offering her a path out; a place that was far away from here. But she couldn't say the words back to him. Orion nodded once and stood up. He slowly walked towards her and moved his arms as if he was going to hug her. Ursula didn't move back nor did she open her arms to accept the hug. As if knowing he would never get the chance to hug her again, he gathered her in his arms and kissed the top of her head in a fatherly manner, "I love you." He said once more before slipping a small box in her hand and letting her go before leaving.

Stunned at what had just happened, Ursula stood in the middle of the kitchen, holding onto the box. She opened it and saw an old gold key laying on a small pillow. Underneath was a note she picked up. It read,

This is a key to your new Gringott's vault. It contains the inheritance you and Sirius were going to inherit upon my death.

With love,

You father

Her mind was flying through a thousand miles a minute. It was something inconceivable, impossible. For having a father she thought honestly hated her guts, he had done what she never thought he was even capable of thinking of. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she reached into her pocket and grabbed the mirror.

"Sirius."

It was only a second before her reflection altered slightly and her brother was looking back at her.

"What's wrong?" He immediately asked.

She shook her head, "Nothing. Grab our bags and meet me downstairs. I think I've found our way out."

There was one thing she needed to check before she left the house forever. Ursula walked into the room she had spoken to Regulus not even a day ago. In the dim light, she looked at the family tree, looking at all the relatives she no longer could claim as her own.

At the end where her name was her picture was gone, blasted off the family tree. A second burn was right under hers; Sirius's. She reached up and touched the charred material. Ursula Black was no longer a Black.

Sirius lightly tapped on the door, holding the two undetectable expansion bags that held all of their worldly belongings. "What's going on?"

"We got blasted off the tree," she commented lightly, sounding not at all bothered by that. And to be honest, she wasn't. She thought she would be but now she could see that she truly didn't belong here. She was meant to go other place, namely a cozy home in Godric's Hollow.

Sirius snorted, "Good riddance."

"Fire burns and right now the tree is scorched, how fast it will burn, no one knows," Ursula said softly as she once again touched the burn on the tree. She shook her head at her foolishness before walked out the room and guiding her brother towards the fireplace.

"Um, Ursula, this is blocked."

"Trust me?"

"With my life," he didn't even hesitate as he answered.

"Then go." She commanded.

Sirius threw the floo powder into the small fire heating the house. He grabbed a little bit more so he could leave but he turned to look worriedly at Ursula. She shook her head, "I'll be right behind you. Marauder's honor."

He smirked before nodding and disappearing after clearly saying James's address. Ursula jumped in just after him. She looked around the dingy and ugly living room and snorted, "Goodbye hell. Number 5 Godric's Lane," and disappeared in a flash of green. And for the first time in years, the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black was silent.

When Ursula tumbled out of the fireplace, she was greeted by Mrs. Potter who was smiling brilliantly at the girl. She gathered her into a tight, motherly hug. Mrs. Potter gently rubbed comforting circles on Ursula's back as she rocked them back and forth slightly.

"Welcome home, Dear."

Tears sprang to Ursula's eyes as he looked over at Mrs. Potter's shoulder at her brother getting a hug from Mr. Potter while James slept soundly on the sofa (Mrs. Potter would swear that boy could sleep through an earthquake).

"Home," she repeated trying to hold back the sob threatening to escape from her throat. She was home.

I hope that I was able to correctly what I was trying to portray with Orion. It is mentioned that it seems like Orion was never completely into the Dark Arts stuff towards the end and he got real suspicious and that is why Grimmauld Place is so heavily protected. He was weary of it from the start. Also, he is the one with all the locks and shield spells, very much so like Ursula. Just a bit of father/daughter right there. I hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think of this chapter- I would love to hear what you all think/have to say!