Well here we go the last chapter for goblet of fire and then a new adventure will unfold. Yes I am many many many months late on this one, but thank you to everyone who as written a review or followed or favorited this story. It is what is getting me through this hard time. There will be no hiatus between years i will keep posting as often as I can.

So here we go

When she entered the Hall, she saw the gloominess that had become the new reality, the lights were dimmed, the candles gone from the sky, the usually stone celling inside overtaking the afternoon sunset. No house colours or big feast. Tonight there were black drapes on the wall behind the teachers' table. And it was all for Cedric.

The real Mad-Eye Moody was at the staff table now, his wooden leg and his magical eye back in place. He was extremely twitchy, jumping every time someone spoke to him. Moody's fear of attack was bound to have been increased by his ten-month imprisonment in his own trunk.

Her eyes scanned the teachers table, Karkoroffs empty seat madam maxine, Mcgonagal, S- she diverted her eyes, she would not look at him. She hadn't gone to a single potions class since that night and no one had said a word, as if it had just been excepted.

Dumbledore stood up. And The Great Hall became quiet.

"The end," said Dumbledore, looking around at them all, "of another year. "

He paused, and his eyes fell upon the Hufflepuff table. Theirs had been the most subdued table before he had gotten to his feet, and theirs were still the saddest and palest faces in the Hall.

"There is much that I would like to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but I must first acknowledge the loss of a very fine person, who should be sitting here," he gestured toward the Hufflepuffs, "enjoying our feast with us. I would like you all, please, to stand, and raise your glasses, to Cedric Diggory. "

They did it, all of them, the benches scraped as everyone in the Hall stood, and raised their goblets, and echoed, in one loud, low, rumbling voice, "Cedric Diggory. "

"Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities that distinguish Hufflepuff house," Dumbledore continued. "He was a good and loyal friend, a hard worker, he valued fair play. His death has affected you all, whether you knew him well or not. I think that you have the right, therefore, to know exactly how it came about. "

Harry raised his head and stared at Dumbledore.

"Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort."

Atria felt her insides rapture as the glass almost fell out of her hand, A panicked whisper swept the Great Hall. People were staring at Dumbledore in disbelief, in horror. He looked perfectly calm as he watched them mutter themselves into silence.

"The Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore continued, "does not wish me to tell you this. It is possible that some of your parents will be horrified that I have done so - either because they will not believe that Lord Voldemort has returned, or because they think I should not tell you so, young as you are. It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies, and that any attempt to pretend that Cedric died as the result of an accident, or some sort of blunder of his own, is an insult to his memory. "

Stunned and frightened, every face in the Hall was turned toward Dumbledore now. Except Atria's, whose eyes dropped to the table, as she felt the need to empty her stomach.

But he sound of whispering caught her attention, she looked over discreetly to Draco who was muttering something to Crabbe and Goyle. She wanted to take the goblet in her hand and throw it at them but instead forced herself too look back at Dumbledore.

"There is somebody else who must be mentioned in connection with Cedric's death," Dumbledore went on. "I am talking, of course, about Harry Potter. "

Atria kept her eyes on Dumbledore willing herself not to look at the boy he had mentioned across the room . She hadn't talked to Harry since that night, she had avoided him like the plague, he hadn't done anything wrong it was just, the guilt dug into her even more every time she saw him, she couldn't bare the thought of talking to him.

"Harry Potter managed to escape Lord Voldemort," said Dumbledore. "He risked his own life to return Cedric's body to Hogwarts. He showed, in every respect, the sort of bravery that few wizards have ever shown in facing Lord Voldemort, and for this, I honour him. "

Dumbledore turned gravely to Harry and raised his goblet once more. Nearly everyone in the Great Hall followed suit. They murmured his name, as they had murmured Cedric's, and drank to him.

But not Slytherin. Atria although did.

When everyone had once again resumed their seats, Dumbledore continued, "The Triwizard Tournament's aim was to further and promote magical understanding. In the light of what has happened - of Lord Voldemort's return - such ties are more important than ever before. "

Dumbledore looked from Madame Maxime and Hagrid, to Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons students, to Viktor Krum and the Durmstrangs at the Slytherin table. Krum, Harry saw, looked wary, almost frightened, as though he expected Dumbledore to say something harsh.

"Every guest in this Hall," said Dumbledore, and his eyes lingered upon the Durmstrang students, "will be welcomed back here at any time, should they wish to come. I say to you all, once again - in the light of Lord Voldemort's return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open."

"It is my belief- and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken - that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in this Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been torn asunder. A week ago, a student was taken from our midst."

"Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory. "

Atria packed her trunk in silence in the Slytherin room while most of the girls talked around her in whispers.

She looked through the contents of her bag nervously, why did she feel like she was missing something.

She shook her head realising she was probably just overthinking. She waved her wand sending the last of her clothes neatly into her trunk before closing it with a click.

"Ready to go,? Daphne asked as she sat down on the edge of Atria's bed.

Atria nodded, "Ready," she said before shrinking her trunk down to a size small enough to fit into her pocket.

The mood was sombre that year as they made their way onto the Hogwarts express. A feeling that everything they knew from this point onwards was about to change forever was upon all of them.

And so began the slow and painful trip back to London. But Atria entertained herself making small talk with daphne and flipping through the potions textbook of which some of the subject matter she had missed.

It wasn't long before the sound of wheels made their way up the carriage hallway.

"Want anything off the trolly?" Atria asked looking over to Daphne

Daphne nodded, "Some lick'o'rish spiders would be nice."

Atria nodded before closing her book and standing up to go to the trolly that she could hear getting closer.

"Anything from the trolly dear?" the lady asked her.

"Yes, just some Sugared butterfly wings and lick'o'rish spiders please," she said curtly.

"That will be-"

"I'll get it," a voice said from behind them as Harry came to stand by her side.

The lady at the trolly smiled, "Four galleons love."

Harry's hand went to his pocket before bringing out the asked for sum and handing it to the lady.

"Can we talk?" he asked over to her softly.

Atria nodded, "yeah sure."

He placed his hand on her back before he ushered her into the small opening on the train that led to the bathroom, "I can pay for my own things Harry," she said as she leant against the wall.

"Well I wanted to buy them," he said., "And I did get to say goodbye without everyone watching us." his hand went to fiddle with the finger of the hand she had loosely hanging at her side, "I actually haven't been able to talk to you since that night."

Atria felt a pang of guilt, "I'm sorry for avoiding you," she said softly, "It's just been a lot, you know, with everything..." her hand went to wipe her brow, "It was dumb."

They stood in silence as Atria contemplated what she was about to admit.

"Harry," she said softly, "I could have stopped it," she found herself saying.

"Atria," he said, "you couldn't h-"

"I knew," She said cutting him off.

"I knew. But no one listens to us," she said hopelessly, "and I just kept remembering there is no proof of worm tail being alive and I just.. I couldn't let them look at me like I was crazy again I couldn't let this one slip away but if I had gone and they had believed me none of it would have happened."

Harry took her hands in his quickly, "It's not your fault," Harry said fiercely, "it's not."

Atria nodded before looking back up at him, "was it as bad as I'm picturing it to be."

Harry gave her a pained smile, "probably knowing your mind," He said before she saw his mind go elsewhere, "he was there, flesh and blood."

Atria let out a heavy breath at the words, flesh and blood more than Tom Riddle ever was for her, "It all changes now doesn't it?" she asked.

Harry nodded, "Yeah,"

Atria let out a shaky breath.

"It's okay," Harry said tightening his hold on her hands, Atria sighed as he moved and gently rested his forehead against hers, "One day at a time."

Atria nodded, "Visit me," she said nervously, "in the holidays, at Grimmauld."

Harry nodded, "Of course."

He leant in his lips coming closer to hers. Atria brought her hand up placing her finger lightly on his lips stopping him,"not here."

Harry nodded with a small smile,"okay."

Getting off the train came with a sigh of relief for Atria. It was a Year over, she could now go home and with no secrecy anymore see Sirius, most of Atria's world knew about Sirius at this point so no more sneaking around meant no more unneeded stress.

She walked along the pathway before spotting Tonks amount the sea of people.

"There's my little squirt!" she said opening her arms up dramatically before throwing her arm around the smaller girls shoulders.

"And just think how good of a liar is she?" she said, "I didn't even suspect you."

Atria lifted her eyebrow cheekily "I am a well practised liar what can I say," she said before adding boldly, "Well a lot better than you."

Dora feigned offence, "I don't lie." She said.

Atria smiled presumptively before replying, "Well it's not necessarily a lie but," she looked added a pause before she winded her eyes like a puppy and adding with a pout, "Remus." She said mockingly.

Dora's hand flew to Atria's mouth and covering it, "Stop it."

Atria shook her mouth free, "I see how you look at him," she said teasingly, "at my godfather."

Dora shook her head with a laugh, "When you say it like that it sounds borderline incest."

Atria shrugged, "Well you are partly Black."

"Yuck."

"We're home," Dora announced as soon as the front door opened.

Ted came around the corner with an anxious look in his eyes before hugging Atria tightly, "Your okay," he said.

Atria leaned into the embrace, "I'm fine Ted." She said as she pulled back, "Just a nice little scar."

"Okay well dinner will be done in a bit okay so don't go off too far," he said as she walked up the stairs to unpack, she rounded the corner quickly Caspian scurrying at her feet before opening her bedroom door and stopping with a halt.

"Andromeda, what are you doing?" She asked. Andromeda was packing, Clothes, books, everything into a trunk on her bed. She stopped midway as she turned back to Atria.

"I'm just packing a few of your things," She said simply.

"Why?" Atria asked as her eyes skimmed around the room. Was this it?

Andromeda's smiled, "I just assumed you would want to stay with Sirius for some time," She said, Atria's heart was racing and her eyes were wide.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Andromeda said before placing the clothes in her hand into Atria's trunk, "Sweetheart it's fine."

Atria took a step into the room.

Andromeda gave her a soft smile with a hint of something that looked like hurt, "I understand why you didn't…" she trailed off before looking back at Atria, "It was good to see him again."

"I thought you were going to send me back," Atria whispered softly.

Andromeda rushed over before taking Atria in her arms, "Atria how could you think that of course not."

She said pulling back, "Now come on pick out some more things you like, then that should be enough."

Atria smiled, before going to her closet and taking some of the remaining clothes out to pack.

"He looked good," Andromeda said.

"Yes," Atria said before closing her trunk, "cleaner."

Andromeda nodded, "Now," She said before placing her hands on Atria's shoulders, "You are welcome to come here whenever you like, " she said, "And I'll visit, I'll come over to help clean the place up."

"And don't worry," A voice said from the doorway, "you'll see a lot of me too," she looked over to see Ted.

"I hope I do," Atria said softly.

She opened the door to Grimmauld and closed it quickly behind her, "Hello," she called into what seemed to be an empty house, her voice echoing throughout the halls.

Two heads popped out from a doorway down the hallway.

"Welcome home!" Sirius exclaimed as he walked quickly down the hallway with his arms open.

Atria threw herself into the hug as her father lifted her off her feet nearly squeezing the life out of her.

"Now," he said as he put her down, "Let's go pick your room."

Remus rolled his eyes with a smile, "Let not rush her, she just got here."

"Nonsense, no time like the present," Sirius said taking her hand before leading her down the hallway and up the stairs by the hand.

She ended up picking the room closest to her fathers, the one with Regulus Arcturus Black's name engraved in it.

"Nice pick," Sirius said sardonically, from the doorway as she placed her trunk on the bed.

"I like this room," Atria said, "needs a bit of a clean though."

Sirius gave her a guilty look but said nothing as if hoping she would skip the subject.

"Yes," Atria said, "something we will be doing a lot around here is cleaning, and as I remember it, that was one of the few things I asked you to do."

That night they sat around the old table eating muggle takeout food which Atria was trying not to be picky about. But her ears perked up at a certain subject and she found herself butting into the conversation.

"The order?" Atria asked looking between the two of them but it looked like neither Sirius nor Remus wanted to budge on the subject, "Please tell me this time," she said to Remus.

Remus looked down at his tea, slapping his lips shut.

Atria looked over to Sirius who was tapping his fingers away on the table.

"You never tell me anything," Atria reasoned.

Sirius looked over to Remus who gave him a nod, "The order of the Phoenix," Sirius began to explain as if about to tell a great tale, "So, When we finished our time at Hogwarts the darkest time of the war was beginning to unfold. The order of the Phoenix was a defence that was not under the power of the ministry but led by Dumbledore."

Atria rolled her eyes at the very name.

"We were a part of it," Remus said, "as was your Mother, as was the Potters and also Peter."

"Can I join?" Atria asked quickly as she sipped at her tea, trying to act as if she hadn't asked what she just asked.

"Ha," Remus said patronisingly, "Nice try."

"Why not," Atria asked looking over to Sirius, "I want to help."

"Maybe when you're twenty," Sirius said discouragingly.

"You're a child," Remus added.

"Well, I don't feel like one," Atria exasperatedly as she leant pack in her chair with a slouch.

"I don't care what you feel like," Sirius said before he teased, "you look and are a child."

"Sirius," Atria said beseechingly.

"Okay I'll give you this," Sirius said rationally, "Okay, I'll think about it."

"Sirius no," Remus said.

"I'm thinking about it," Sirius repeated bringing the conversation to an end.

"Okay well," Atria said hesitantly. How was she going to say this? "There is something else I want to ask you about."

Sirius and Remus both froze in place at the words.

"Oh no," Sirius said,"why does this sound serious."

"it's something," Atria said trying to keep this conversation strictly business, "I've been looking into since I found out and I would like to try it.

"How is it the summer has barley started and you've already proved yourself a bad influence," Remus said looking at Sirius.

"That being said," Atria said trying to keep them on the subject, "no matter what you say I will do it with or without your permission so you might as well just agree."

Sirius and Remus looked between them before landing back on her, "Excuse me, young lady," Sirius said.

"Yes," Atria said, what did he want, she wasn't going to lie, "I have everything I need to do it so there is no turning back."

"Can you tell us what you are talking about?" Remus asked, almost bursting.

"I want to become an Animagus," She said calmly.

"Oh thank god!" Sirius exclaimed as if it was going to be something worse.

"What do you mean thank god!" Remus said cluelessly before turning back to Atria, "No! absolutely out of the question. That's illegal."

"He did it," Atria said gesturing over to Sirius.

"So?" Remus said.

"I'm okay with it," Sirius said looking over to Remus, "it will be fun, like a summer project."

"Really?" Atria asked

Sirius nodded hesitantly, "Yeah I am," he said before looking over to Remus, "But I take it he is not."

"I'll make a deal with both of you," Remus said forbiddingly, "I'll turn a blind eye if," he said holding the suspense, watching as Atria and Sirius tensed waiting, "we drop this nonsense about you joining the order little miss."

Atria gave him a begrudging look before looking over to Sirius as if in agreement, they both knew this was the best deal they were going to get.

She held out her hand for Remus, "deal."

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