A/N: So I had this idea I just had to write. Here it is. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Hecate smiled as she watched over her favored children. Things were slowly reverting to how they should be. The Dunmar-Slytherin family was together, Sirius Black was getting his trial, and the Dursleys would be paying their dues. Soon, that fake Light lord, Dumbledore, would be put in his place and dealt with. The wrongly imprisoned would be freed and the sick would be healed. A broken, scattered family would be put back together again, piece by piece. And nothing would stand in their way. Nothing.
Slowly shifting her view of the mortal plane, Hecate looked upon those who would aid her favored in the years to come.
Fred and George Weasley. You never saw one without the other. These young boys, alike in so many ways but still with their differences. As magical twins, they shared a bond never to be severed.
In their family, the twins, like their other siblings, were ignored in favor of the youngest. The only girl, Ginny. Their mother, Molly, doted on her. Their father, Arthur, only paid attention to his work and hobbies.
With Bill and Charlie already in Hogwarts, Fred and George barely see their beloved older brothers. Percy, being a year away from entering school, had been trying to keep his extracurricular studies (Pureblood customs and other such things) away from the attention of their parents (not that Molly and Arthur ever even glance in the direction of anyone who isn't Ginny). Their youngest brother, dearest Ron, had been splitting his time between beating his brothers in chess and joining the twins with Percy in his studying.
While the eldest brothers, Bill and Charlie, were Gryffindors, they had told their younger brothers to follow the paths that would be best for them. And if that meant they were sorted into Slytherin, then so be it. So, the boys, who were not yet at Hogwarts and knew that they would be heading to Slytherin despite their parents (the younger boys had more Black blood in them, from their father's side, then the rest), spent their days preparing for the eventuality of being among the house of snakes. If that meant being the perfect Pureblood children in public, then that's what they would be.
(Unknown to the four boys, they would meet someone in the year to come who would drastically influence the way the snakes responded to their presence among them.)
Hecate sighed as she watched the young brothers of the Weasley family once again ignored in favor of their little sister. 'Soon,' she whispered. 'Soon they'll meet their new family.'
Shaking her head, she shifted her view to the next child who would be part of her Favored's family.
Neville Longbottom was lying in bed, blank faced. Tired as he was, he couldn't fall asleep. Thought it was still early evening, he had spent the day in the greenhouses, assisting his grandmother. After dinner, he had decided to head to bed as exhaustion overtook his whole body.
Neville's thoughts drifted to his parents, as they often did, and his godbrother. He knew the truth about what happened, his grandmother had told him, of course. Augusta didn't want her grandson to be taken in by the lies of a scheming old man. So, she raised him with the ideals of her secret Lord and friend as Frank and Alice would have wanted him to be.
He wondered where his godbrother was, as no one really knows. His grandmother was always worried he was placed with his mother's sister. Though all she would say to him was that they were bad people who hated everything magical. Which, of course, caused Neville to worry for Harry.
And his parents, Neville visited them often. He wondered sometimes if they could hear him when he spoke. He wished they would wake up. While he loved his grandmother, he wanted to know what having parents was like. Of course, he had Sable and Draco and the elder Malfoys. But it wasn't the same as having parents. Though he did love the friends and family he had now and he would never wish to replace them.
Yawning, Neville drifted off to sleep. That night, he dreamed of Avada green eyes and joyful laughter.
Smiling happily, Mother Magic wished Neville sweet dreams.
Moving on, Mother Magic went to watch over the next slumbering child.
Luna Lovegood was an odd girl to most. She saw things no one but her mother and father understood (though she knew only her mother could see them like her). Her days were filled with laughter and magical creatures. Some even wizards and witches thought were nothing but myth and legend.
She knew things sometimes (though she didn't know how). Her mother always told her to only share her gift with those she trusted implicitly and she listened (she knew bad things would happen otherwise).
She was friends with the non-school age Weasley boys and had them over to play and study with every so often. They lived just on the other side of a forest, very close by her home.
She Knew she would find her soulmate within the year, much like the Weasley twins. She Knew this like she knew the sun would rise and set every day. She couldn't explain how, she just did.
Luna's dreams that night were filled with fairies and pixies and creatures of all kinds. She dreamt of flying through the air on a hippogriff. Dreamt of swimming with the mermaids under the calm ocean waves. Dragons and Grims and werewolves. Creatures of every kind filled the young witch's head. She dreamt with a smile upon her face.
Mother Magic smiled sadly, for she knew of the fate that would befall young Luna's mother in a few years' time. Though, she knew, Luna would have her dearest friends and family to help her through the loss.
Shifting her view again, Hecate settled back to watch.
Hermione Granger lived an isolated life. No friends and her parents spent so much time working they constantly forgot about their daughter. So, she read and studied about everything and anything.
Hermione knew she was special, could do things the others around her couldn't. Of course, with her parents never around, no one but her knew what she could do.
After she finished her studying, she would practice with her special abilities. She would try to make small objects hover above her hand and her dolls dance. Hermione would try all kinds of things.
Sometimes, Hermione wished for someone to come and take her away from the life she's living. She knew there had to be others like her out there. Maybe there was even a whole community of others like her. If only she could leave her mundane life behind and join others of her kind.
Hermione knew she doesn't belong with those people who laughed and called her names. She didn't belong with those who cared more for their work than her entire existence. She would find her place someday, she could feel it. She would just have to wait. She could do that.
Hecate looked sadly upon Hermione, almost in tears. She knew that the child would find where she belonged, though it might be awhile yet.
Breaking out of her morose thoughts, Hecate shifted her view of the mortal world to the next person.
Remus Lupin. Werewolf, Mate of Sirius Black, and Marauder for life. He was currently thinking about making his way to one of his honorary family member's homes. He had visited Sable every week, once a week, sometimes more. Remus knew Sable and the rest of the family wanted to look out for him and he was grateful. He truly was.
His wolf was anxious for some reason. When he was younger, he rejected his wolf, hated it. Though, when he met all those who he would come to consider Pack, he slowly started accepting his wolf. Now, Remus and Moony, his wolf, were practically one being.
Remus wondered what could cause Moony to be so on edge, though it didn't seem like a bad thing. In fact, Moony seemed almost excited. Like he knew something good would happen. 'I could certainly use some good in my life,' Remus mused.
After thinking for a while longer, with Moony getting progressively more excited as time went by, Remus made up his mind. With a crack, Remus had apparated to Dunmar Manor.
Hecate smiled down on Remus, knowing he was going to get his family back very soon.
With another shift, she wished the next people love and safety and sat back to look upon them.
Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Rabastan Lestrange were in cells near each other in the maximum-security wing of Azkaban. As they couldn't communicate without drawing the violent attention of the guards, the three did their best to shield their minds from the Dementors influence.
They knew Sirius was nearby, could tell by his magical presence and the sound of his voice the few times they heard it.
They tried not to cry out, tried not to let their distance from each other and their family affect them. It only worked some of the time. They missed their family and friends, missed the warmth that abounded when they were them. How their magic would mingle and twine around the others'. They kept their sanity only because they knew their family was waiting for them. Waiting for when they could get them out.
One day, the three heard the sound of footsteps. Heard the sound of a cell being opened and the words stating their dear Sirius would get a trial. They heard Sirius' shocked intake of breath and felt nothing but overwhelming relief. If one of them was getting a trial, that meant one of their family was making a move to free all of them. Now all they had to do was wait.
Hecate smiled upon three of her children who were wrongly imprisoned. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rabastan were strong. They would make it through until they were free.
Finished viewing her children for now, Hecate gave a sigh of quiet happiness and turned to attend to her other business.