A/N: I am so so so so so SO SORRY! My computer decided to be a bitch and die 2 days ago. So I couldn't write that day. Then my sister let me borrow her charger since we have the same type of computer. But then she took it away from me because she needed it again! And then it was dead again! DUMBASS COMPUTER!

So anyways, this is it! This is the chapter where you find out about Aaralyn's family! YAY! I hope you're excited. Thank you muentiger for reviewing. I wonder where im-the-doctor went. (Please come back Morgane!) Alright, R&R!

Have you ever gotten a feeling where you see a random stranger, but you think you've seen them before? Or when you know you don't know someone, but you have a feeling that you do? That's what I felt at that moment, standing in front of the door that led to the Black's family tree room. There was something about this family that was vaguely familiar to me, but I didn't know what. Something about them just kept tugging and pulling at my curious mind. They knew more about me then I knew about myself; and why did they? Maybe my fantasies were drowning out the reality of it, or maybe not. I probably had nothing to worry about, or maybe I did. I didn't know what to think.

I open the door to be once again greeted by the strange faces that covered the room, wall to wall. The emerald green paint made their porcelain faces stand out in elegance; but from what I heard from Sirius, there was nothing 'elegant' about them. I noticed the burnt spot on the wall, replacing Sirius, once again. And near by was Regulus; and then the odd feeling came back to me. My nerves tingled and a curious chill ran up and down my spine repeatedly. I brushed my fingertips along his pictures and let them drag across the wall. An unusual gap of green was on the wall. It was almost as if it was hiding someone. I tried to scratch at the paint but nothing peeled away. Was there even someone behind it? Whoever it was obviously was a disgrace to family; they made it seem like they never existed.

I knew that I should not be poking my nose where it didn't belong, but it was my nature to snoop. So when things got too complicated to solve, I had to go to the one person that knew exactly what was going on; Sirius.

I walked through the house to find Sirius sitting in the dining room, reading the Daily Prophet. He flipped through the pages and grumbled to himself as he read about the Ministry of Magic. I cleared my throat to get his attention, making his flick up from the paper. Once he noticed it was me, he sighed and closed the paper.

"I know why you're here," he said.

He stood up and walked right past me. I guessed that he wanted me to follow, which I did. We returned to the Black family tree. He walked towards the wall that had his name, his brother's and the rest of his side of the family. He touched the spot were his face was a black splotch.

"My mother did that," he said, "On the day I ran away. I was 16, but I was glad to leave."

I sadly looked up at the very spot where he was looking. Was it really that terrible here?

"But I didn't bring you here to tell you that," he said.

He then pulled out his wand and aimed towards the gap of green paint on the wall. He muttered some sort of spell, which made the paint slowly peel away. Inch by inch it fell off, making me grow impatient to know what was back there. It revealed a very beautiful woman. Her dark hair was pulled to one side and was in neat curls. Her dark eyes were deep and penetrating. A neatly written font was put underneath her; Annabeth Wunderlich. A vine connected her to Regulus; she was his wife.

"She was a muggle," Sirius said, "My parents never forgave Regulus for marrying her. But he loved her, and she loved him."

"She's beautiful," I said, a small smile grew on my face.

Annabeth. That's my middle name.

But then the paint continued to peel. Someone else was behind the paint. It finally all vanished, and my eyes went wide. A young girl with dark hair and dark eyes was connected to them both; it was me. The name 'Aaralyn Black' was sketched underneath the picture.

"Th-that's," I stuttered, "T-tha-that's...me?"

Sirius nodded. I was speechless after that. How was I supposed to take this? I didn't expect this to happen!

"Once you were born you were taken away by Division," he said, "Your mother died of child birth, putting your father in great misery. A few months later, he died as well."

I could feel tears surfacing and my breath shortening.

"Your mother was a Watcher," Sirius said, "And a very good one. She knew that she was going to die, and she knew that you would come back. She told me that one day I would have to tell you all about your parents."

Then I exploded; tears came by buckets. My knees buckled and I landed on the ground. Sirius slowly came down on his knees and pulled me to him. He hugged me, and let my tears stain his clothes. I didn't know if I was crying tears of joy or tears of sorrow. Maybe it was both. But either way, I finally found my family.

Today the Order had another meeting. Summer was almost over, so it this would be the last time that I would have to stuck in my room. This time I sat with Rosaline in the guest room, since we knew that everyone else would soon be here. I heard the door open and close several times, letting more members come in. For almost an hour we had nothing to do, so I decided to tell Rosaline what happened a few days ago.

"Wow," she said.

I nodded in agreement.

"So..Sirius is your uncle?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Huh," she mumbled, "Well I'm speechless. I mean I am literally without speech."

"I was the same way," I said.

"Wow," she repeated.

Suddenly to door opened, revealing Ron and Hermione. I jumped up from my chair and hugged each of them hello.

"Aaralyn?" Hermione asked, "Rosaline? What are you two doing here?"

"They live here," Ron said.

"You didn't mention that in any of your letters," Hermione said towards me.

"Sorry," I shrugged, "I guess it slipped my mind."

"How could it 'slip' your mind?" Rosaline asked, "You just found out that Sirius is your freakin' uncle."

Ron and Hermione stared at me in shock and surprise.

"Uncle?" Ron asked.

"His brother, Regulus," I said, "Was my dad."

"I didn't know he had a brother," Ron said.

I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"So who else is here?" I asked.

At that moment a loud, familiar popping noise went off behind me. I jumped and squealed from being startled. I turned around to Fred and George laughing their asses off. I scowled and slapped them both on the arm.

"Don't. Do. That," I said between each hit.

"Oh calm down," Fred said, "Just having a little fun."

"And besides," George said, "You look cute when you're scared."

"I was not scared," I blushed, "I was startled."
"Then you look cute when you're startled," he smirked.

I smiled and kissed him sweetly, making Fred and Ron gag very loudly. I pulled away, rolling my eyes.

"Please don't do that," Fred said, "Not in front of me at least."

"Or me," Ron added.

"Oh sod off," George said.

Fred rolled his eyes and apparated out of the room. George winked at me, kissed my cheek and then apparated as well. I smiled and then turned around to see a happy Hermione and a fake-nauseous Ron. I rolled my eyes at Ron's disgust.

"Get over it," I said.

Suddenly the door opened again, revealing Harry. Hermione quickly attacked him with a hug.

"Harry!" she said as hugged him, "We heard about the dementor attack. You had us worried sick."

"Let him breathe, Hermione," Ron said.

Harry walked around the room a bit.

"What is this place?" he asked.

"This is headquarters," Ron said.

"The Order of the Phoenix," Hermione added.

"You could have mentioned this in your letters," Harry said and then turned back to us.

"What?" he asked.

"Dumbledore didn't want us to tell you," Ron said.

"He wanted it to be kept a secret from you," Hermione said.

"Dumbledore wanted to keep this from me?" Harry asked, "Why?"

Suddenly Fred and George popped into the room again.

"We thought we heard your dulcet tones," Fred said.

"Don't bottle it up though mate," George said,"Let it out."

"Anyways, if you're done shouting-" Fred said.

"-Why don't we hear something a little more interesting?" George asked.

Fred and George had made a new invention, the Extendable Ear. It was supposed to make you hear anything from where the ear was, even if you were pretty far away. So we stood on the top of the stairs, leaning over the railing. George lowered the ear to listen to the Order.

"If anyone has a right to know, it's Harry," Sirius said, "If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back. He's not a child, Molly!"

"He's not a adult either," Mrs. Weasley said, "He's not James, Sirius."

"He's not your son," Sirius said.

"He's as good as," said, "Who else has he got?"

Ginny came to join our eaves dropping.

"He's got me!" Sirius said.

"How touching and paternal, Black," Snape said, "Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather."

"Now you stay out of this, Snivellus," Sirius said.

"Snape's part of the Order?" Harry asked.

"Unfortunately," I sighed.

"Git," Ron muttered.

"I don't care what Dumbledore says about your supposed reformation," Sirius said, "I know better."

"Why don't you tell him?" Snape asked, "Or are you afraid he won't take serious the word of a man hiding in his mother's house?"

All of sudden there were a bunch of muffled sounds. We looked down to see Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, pulling the ear loose.

"Crookshanks, let go!" Hermione whispered/yelled to her cat, "Put it down!"

Then Crookshanks finally snapped off the ear and we lost reception. Fred and George sighed angrily as they pulled up the string.

"Hermione, I hate your cat," Ron said.

"You have always hated her cat," I said, "What makes this time any different?"

"Bad Crookshanks!" Hermione whispered.

Crookshanks tugged the ear off the line and ran off. Fred and George looked so disappointed. I patted Fred's shoulder and kissed George's cheek in sympathy. He faintly smiled at me, Fred continued to glare at the cat. Hermione, Rosaline, Ron and Harry went back to the guest room. I followed George and Fred in the room they were staying in.

"That bloody cat," George muttered.

"That was the prototype," Fred sighed.

"I'm sorry guys," I said.

"It's not your fault," Fred said, still pouting.

They looked like children who got disappointing gifts for Christmas. It was so sad. They were really proud of their work. I sat down next to George on his and rest my head on his shoulder.

"So do we ever get to join the Order?" I asked.

"Probably not," George said.

"Considering the fact that our parents are in the Order and wouldn't want us to get hurt," Fred added.

"And you're a muggle, so obviously not you," George said.

"Uh..not exactly," I said.

Fred and George looked at me curiously.

"I just found out I'm a half-blood," I said.

"Really?" Fred asked.

"So you found out who you're parents are?" George asked.

"Were," I corrected.

"Oh," Fred said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I sighed, "They died a long time ago."

"So who are they?" George asked.

"My mom's name was Annabeth Wunderlich," I said, "And my father's name was Regulus Black."

"Black?" Fred asked, "As in Sirius Black?"

"Yeah," I said, "Sirius and my dad were brothers."

"Wow," Fred and George said in unison.

I nodded. We didn't say much after that. It just got really awkward. Fred continued to pace around the room. George wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me close to him.

"Kids!" Mrs. Weasley called, "Dinner's ready!"

Then George and Fred smiled deviously.

"Do you want to try something fun?" George asked.

"Sure," I smirked.

Suddenly we all disappeared. We reappeared behind Mrs. Weasley. She shrieked when she saw us, which made me laugh.

"Ahh!" Mrs. Weasley screamed,"Just because you're allowed to use magic now does not mean you have to whip your wands out for everything!"

She started to smack Fred and George with her towel. She then saw me and smiled sweetly.

"Oh hello Aaralyn," she said, "It's nice to see you."

"Aaralyn you know you're not allowed to apparate," Sirius said, giving me a disapproving look.

"Yes but technically I'm not a wizard," I said, "So I can't get in trouble."

"Don't be a smart mouth," Sirius smirked.

"Yes Uncle Sirius," I teased.

"Deary," Mrs. Weasley said towards me, "Could you help me set the table?"

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," I said politely.

"Oh dear, call me Molly," she smiled.

"Okay...Molly," I blushed.

I grabbed to bowls of food and put them on the table. Mrs. Wea...Molly put down the plates and silverware. Bunches of people were already sitting down. I noticed Fred sneering at Crookshanks, who was licking his furry lips. I patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"Let it go, Fred," I said, "Just let it go."

I finally sat down in between Sirius and George. Mr. Weasley started to talk to Harry about his hearing. Harry had the Daily Prophet in his hands.

"He's been attacking Dumbledore as well," Lupin said.

"Fudge is using all his power, including his influence at the Daily Prophet, to smear anyone who claims the Dark Lord has returned," Sirius said.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"The Minister thinks Dumbledore's after his job," Lupin said.

"But that's insane!" Harry said, "No one in their right mind could believe that Dumbledore-"

"Exactly the point," Lupin said, "Fudge isn't in his right mind. It's been twisted and warped by fear. Now fear makes people do terrible things, Harry. The last time Voldemort gained power he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear."

I felt George's eyes cast onto me. I felt a little uncomfortable with him looking at me that way. I wanted to shout at him to look away but he soon looked away anyway.

"Now he's returned," Lupin said, "And I'm afraid the Minister will do almost anything to avoid facing that terrifying truth."

"The Minister's an idiot," I muttered.

"We think Voldemort wants to build up his army again," Sirius said, "Fourteen years ago he had huge numbers at his command, and not just witches and wizards but all manner of dark creatures. He has been recruiting heavily and we have been attempting to do the same. But gathering followers isn't all he's interested in-"

Mad-Eye Moody coughed roughly to interrupt him, as if he was saying too much.

"We believe Voldemort may be after something-" Sirius continued.

"Sirius!" Moody interrupted.

"Something he didn't have last time," Sirius said.

"You mean, like a weapon?" Harry asked.

Sirius was about to answer when Mrs. Weasley dropped her knife and snatched the Daily Prophet out of Harry's hands.

"No!" she said,"That's enough! He's just a boy, you say much more and you might as well induct him into the Order straight away."

"Good!" Harry said, "I want to join! If Voldemort's raising an army then I want to fight!"

Sirius leaned back in his chair and gave Mrs. Weasley a look that said 'well there you go.' I guess you can't keep him away from a good fight.

"Well if Harry can join, then I don't see why I can't," I said.

"Aaralyn," Molly said.

"What?" I asked, "I can help. I've fought off an army before, I can do this."

By saying that I remembered what happened in Hong Kong. Nick had followed Division to a construction sight, and my naive-self followed him. The Pop family also ambushed us, but we won a good fight. If I could do that, then why can't I join the Order?

"It's not safe for you," Lupin said, "And, Rosaline, that doesn't mean you can join; it's not safe for you either."

Rosaline's excitement quickly disappeared. She was hoping to get in, too.

"Division isn't on the other side of the world anymore," Moody said, "They're right around corner, and helping us fight off the Dark Lord is going to risk your safety. They can detect any major source of power and they will find you if you use it."

Rosaline and I exchanged a disappointed look. I then started to push around my food with my fork.

This is so unfair. But unfortunately, it's true.