Atria sat in the living room looking down at the two letters in her hands.

One, a White Rough envelope with choppy writing. The other, Black and Smooth with sharp, running letters.

The white was Harry's, she would know his writing anywhere, and her stomach dropped as she realised this was his third letter.

The other was from the Malfoy's but not from who she first thought. The letters that spelled her name were less fluid, more forced, like someone still trying to master the smooth lines of cursive words.

Draco.

Without a second thought, she walked over to the fire, black envelope in hand and threw it down on the red embers.

Not bothered to stay and watch it burn, she walked back to the couch before opening the white envelope and reading anxiously.

Atria

What's going on. No one is writing to me.

Sirius hasn't replied either.

I'm getting worried.

Has something happened?

Please write back

Harry

Atria closed her eyes as she leant back in her chair, lowering the letter into her lap, wondering if it was possible to ask Dumbledore to reconsider.

"We don't have to do it if you don't want us to," Sirius explained as they all gathered in the kitchen awaiting their new housemates.

"No, I'll feel bad now you've already agreed to it," Atria said, she wasn't opposed to the idea, but she likes her solitude and she knew the one family that would not give her that was the Weasley's and the four children who would join them when they arrived, two happening to be the biggest trouble makers in Hogwarts.

"It will be nice," Remus said to her, "to have kids your age around."

Atria smiled, "If only Narcissa could see this," She said, the irony of the moment giving her a jolt of excitement, "then she would really be done with me."

It wasn't long before they arrived.

When they did, she was called down to the front room of the house to greet them.

"Hi," she said timidly in front of the family.

Mrs Weasley first, as she stood at the front of the pack, "Lovely to see you, dear," Molly said, smiling at her," Feeling better?" She asked.

"Yes, definitely," Atria said as she watched Molly's eyes wander around the hall, taking in Grimmauld.

"Mr Weasley," Atria said, holding her hand out for his to shake, eager to shake the hand of the man who had taken her uncle on in a fistfight.

He took it with a tight-lipped smile, "Atria," he greeted.

"Atria," Remus said as he nudged his head towards the stairs subtly, "do you mind showing the kids to their rooms."

"Their rooms?" Atria said coming over to stand by Sirius and Remus, who watched the family as they looked around.

"Well, they can pick the ones they want on the second floor," Sirius said.

"Alright," she said as she locked eyes with the Weasely's youngest son, "Hi Ron," she said as she walked towards him idly.

"Atria," he greeted with a smile.

"Um so," she fumbled as she greeted her new living companions, "there are a few rooms on the second floor, you're welcome to any of those," she said before turning to the stairs, "if you would follow me."

They begun to make their way up the stairs, Ron walked by her side as Fred George and Ginny followed behind.

"Don't mind the house-elves," she said as she passed the ghastly sight of the beheaded elves, "we tried to put them away but it appears they are attached to the house."

She heard a few snickers but ignored them.

"How have you been?" Ron asked as they made their way up the stairs.

"Good, yes," she said," and you?"

"Yeah fine," he said before they fell silent.

"Look, Have you spoken to Harry?" he asked this time his words a whisper.

She kept her eyes ahead of her, "No I'm not allowed to," she said.

Ron nodded in agreement, "Me neither," giving a hint that he too was not happy about it.

"Hurry up slow pocks," a voice called from behind her.

Atria rolled her eyes as they reached the second floor.

"Here we are," Atria said as they got off the stairs on the third floor.

the twins took off in front of her heading for the first door, which by their luck just happened to be the biggest room.

"The most ancient and noble house of Blacks," Fred said as they explored the first bedroom.

"Of Twats more alike," George added before looking at Atria, "no offence Black."

"None was taken," she said, trying to hide the offence she had definitely taken.

Fred, George and Ron found their rooms first, leaving the youngest Weasley in the hallway.

"This one isn't taken yet," Atria said to the shy red-haired girl who stood cross-armed in the hallway.

Her eyes locked with Atria, "Thanks," she said coldly, Turning before walking into the room and closing the door.

Leaving Atria in the hallway wondering what just happened.

Tensions had been running high at Grimmauld. It was no use to pretend they hadn't been. Atria had felt herself grow angrier and angrier with each letter she received but could not reply to. And for some reason, she had an inkling that one of their new guests did not like her. And she found herself angrier now at the sight before her.

"How much of this are we going to throw away?" Atria asked as they looked through the small bedroom of which they had put all the things Sirius had deemed trash or no longer wanted in the house.

"All of it hopefully," he said as he stood in the doorway watching her.

The truth of the matter was that Atria was a sentimental person, and the idea of getting rid of all these things did upset her. Old trinkets and clothes, jewellery, everything was in this room.

"I don't want to throw any of it away," Atria said, softly as she ran her finger over her grandmother's jewellery box.

"It's rubbish," Sirius said simply.

"It is not!"

Sirius bit his lip but gave her a soft smile before telling her, "Go through it, you can keep what you like, but not all of it, some of will have to go."

Atria let out a breath, "Thank you."

When Sirius left, it was almost like she had been left in the room with someone.

But the feeling didn't shock her because funnily enough, it felt familiar to her, so she thought nothing of it. What she questioned was that something inside her felt itself tearing at the idea of getting rid of it all. So one by one, she sorted through the many objects the room held. But a strange feeling fell upon her. A twinge inside her called her towards something. Whether it be nostalgia for the many old things she grew up with or something else, no matter, an anxiety filled her at the idea of getting rid of it.

But it's wasn't until her eyes landed on a certain item. Something that in her many visits to Grimmauld she had not seen before.

A locket.

And all of a sudden, she felt soft.

She took it in her hands as she took in its appearance.

It looked to be made from glass, and under the glass was an S, made from the green gemstones embedded inside, while it was all protected with a silver lining.

It was beautiful.

She lifted it over her head, the chain just fitting, so it was right.

And then she left like she had found all she needed.

She walked down the stairs, knowing that dinner would be ready by now and too hungry to miss it. But as she walked down the stairs, she heard whispers coming from the sitting room. She reached the bottom of the stairs as she deciphered the voices of Remus and Dora.

And that's exactly what she saw.

Remus and Dora were on the couch, their backs to the door, sitting next to each other, well not next to each other, it actually looked like they were sitting uncomfortably close.

"Dora?"

The two jumped apart and turned, looking at the girl who had just walked into the room.

"Atria," Dora said as she stood up and walked over to the young girl for a hug, "Hey."

"What are you doing here?" Atria asked as they pulled apart, "Is there a meeting?"

"No, no, I just swung by to see if you wanted to come out with ,e tonight?" She asked, "If that is okay with Remus and Sirius," she asked, turning back to Remus

"Of course," Remus said, "if she wants," he asked as he looked over at Atria.

"Okay," Atria said, "um, well, let me get changed."

"So," Atria said as Dora came back to the table, a bottle in her hand with two glasses, "what is going on between you and Remus?"

Dora shook her head as she sat down, "Nothing really. " she said before shaking her head again, "I don't know yet," she looked down at the grain of the wood. "But it's nice."

She lifted her hand placing the bottle and glasses down. Atria's eyes zoned in on the bottle, particularly the label, A bottle of Daisy-root draught.

"I'm fourteen," she said looking up to Nymphadora who gave a cheeky shrug.

"So," she said, "I cannot think of one person who deserves a drink more than you do."

She picked up the bottle pouring the two glasses. "Look at the last three years you've had, you can take a break," she said, placing the large glass bottle back down.

Atria picked up the glass peering down into the light brown liquid, before slowly bringing the glass to her lips.

It was rough and bitter, as it dragged down her throat, making her gag.

"You get past the taste," Dora teased as she sipped from her own glass.

"I hope so," Atria said, her voice dry from the one sip.

"So," Dora began, "how's your dad going?"

Atria smiled, pretending that thinking of her father didn't make her furious, "He's good. I think he's actually coming to enjoy his time at Grimmauld Place."

Dora tilted her head as if that wasn't the question she had asked, "But what's he like,?" Dora asked curiously, "It's just I was actively hunting this man for almost two years, and the whole time he was with you," She said before admitting, "my curiosity is just getting the better of me."

"Not the whole time, "Atria said, "but no, he's not at all like what they said. Apart of me can't even believe anyone could think him capable of something like that."

Dora smile, "Well, I'm happy that you're together now, I always imagine what hell Azkaban would be, and that's for people who deserve to go."

A sadness filled Atria at those words, but Dora was right, they were together now, no matter what.

"How is Harry doing with everything?" Dora asked.

Atria's breath stilled, "I wouldn't know," She said honestly, "You know that I'm not allowed to talk to him, remember?" Trying not to let her emotions get the better of her.

"I was hoping you had, and if you did, you could trust me," Dora said because in truth, she didn't see why it was reasonable, and she could see it was eating up at Atria piece by piece "So, how are you and Harry?" Dora asked, sipping from her drink as Atria did so.

Atria sighed as she thought, things between her and Harry were confusing right now, and she almost slapped herself as she remembered one crucial detail, "We kissed," she announced as her cheeks burnt red.

"You kissed!" Dora said, putting her drink down, "you kissed Harry Potter?"

Atria nodded shyly as she bit her lip, realising what she had just admitted.

"Oh, baby's first kiss, how adorable," Dora teased as she reached out and gave Atria's cheek a patronising pinch.

Atria pushed her hand away, "Harry wasn't my first kiss," Atria said.

Dora's eyes widened in shock at her little cousin, "Atria a party girl?" Dora said, but Atria didn't share the enthusiasm, "Then who was?"

Atria shook her head, "Don't worry about it," she said, running her hand through her hair, as it was not a conversation she wanted to have, "I would rather forget about it, to be honest."

Dora's eyes ran over Atria's face as the bantering spirit she had moments ago diminished, "Well, now you have to tell me," Dora said, folding her arms over her chest, "I'm worried."

"You don't have to worry about it," Atria said with a shake off her head, "it was nothing like that.. just something I would rather not remember."

"Well, how was it?" Dora asked, "Is Harry Potter a good kisser?"

Atria's brow furrowed, "I think he is," Atria said, not really sure what made a good kisser.

"So not too much tongue?" Dora asked.

"No," Atria said in disgust before shyly adding, "it was nice," she said, taking another sip from her glass before biting her lip as the intrusive thoughts came back in, "I feel like I've betrayed him," she told Dora.

"Because you can't talk to him?"

Atria nodded, "I asked him before I left to come and visit me, " she said, thinking back to the conversation she had with Harry on the train, "And now he won't even do that," she finished, taking the last sip of her drink.

"Want another one?" Dora asked.

"Sure," Atria said as she enjoyed the light buzz in the back of her head.

"So, have you and Remus done anything?" She asked as Dora refilled her glass.

"Oh god no," she said, "but I'm working on it maybe soon. Not all of us can be as smooth as you. Or sneaky."

Atria couldn't help the guilt she felt. She knew she should have told them, but it was to greater risk, if it hadn't been she would have.

"Are you angry at me for not telling you about Sirius?" Atria asked.

"No, of course not," Dora said, shaking her head, "I think mum might be a bit hurt that you didn't trust her though."

"How did she take it?" Atria asked, "how did everyone take it?"

"Shocked," Dora said, but Atria thought she may have been underplaying it, "mum screamed, and then there were tears and apologies you're were lucky to be asleep."

Atria smiled as she remembered back to that night, but she found herself looking across the pub, realising that many of these people either knew or didn't believe it. She wondered the effect this would have on their lives and whether the same dread she was filled with filled them all.

"I can't believe he's back," Atria said softly.

"Yeah," Dora said in agreement, "It's bound to complicate things a bit."

"A bit?" Atria said, "It will complicate everything."

But Dora's mind had wandered elsewhere.

"Can you take anyone for your meeting at Malfoy Manor?" Dora asked.

It washed over Atria like cold water, how could she have forgotten that "It didn't say in the invitation."

"Can I come?" Dora asked slyly, "I just don't necessarily want Lucius Malfoy alone in a room with you right now."

"I haven't even thought about it," Atria said, she had been keeping the thoughts about the visit at bay since the night she found out, how was she expected to sit across from that man and pretend she didn't know what she did.

"I'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around it."

"I don't blame you if you can't," Dora said understandingly, "in fact, I'm thinking you ignore this summons," she said mockingly, "and just have someone else meet with him."

"You mean to avoid it?" Atria asked.

Dora nodded, "Yeah."

Atria shook her head, "No, it will make him hostile it's best I go and just hear him out what's the worst he could do."

Later that evening it was safe to say Dora may have taken their night out too far.

Four drinks later and Atria had been reduced to a giggling and rather loud mess.

She had opted out on Apparating knowing it would only make the poor girl sick at this point, so they took the short walk back from Diagon ally through muggle London.

And it had been worth it.

For 10 minutes Atria had stood in awe in front of a muggle shop amazed at the moving pictures on the television screen.

But she had grown slower and more tired, so when they reached the front door, Dora was Practically carrying her.

"Dora," Atria said, before admitting, "I love you."

Dora laughed as she continued to pull her cousin up the stairs out the front of Grimmauld place, "I love you too, now let's get you inside."

"Great it's freezing," Atria murmured under her breath as Dora got her to the front door.

"Now," Dora said before opening the door, "Quiet when we get inside, okay and then straight to your room. Not a word, okay, promise?"

"Promise," Atria said as her unfocused eyes tried to relax on something.

Dora nodded before opening the door, and before she could even step her foot forward, Atria broke her promise.

"We're home!" Atria screamed as loudly as she could, her voice echoing through the quiet house.

"Atria!" Dora hissed, but it was too late.

"Atria?"

Dora looked up to see Sirus, who had just come into the hallway.

"Hey, Sirius um-"

"Is she okay?" He asked as he stood frozen in the hallway, his confusion growing as he watched his only child.

Dora looked over at her side. Atria was leaning against the wall. Well her face was as she tried to keep herself up.

"Yeah, she's fine," Dora said as she pulled Atria off the wall taking all of the smaller girls weight onto herself.

"Remus," Sirius called, needing a second opinion for his suspicion, "can you come here?" Sirius called.

"What's going on?" A woman's voice called forms the kitchen before Molly made her way into the hallway, joining the shocked man in the hallway.

"Nothing," Dora said as she tried to keep a tight hold around Atria's waist as her godfather came into view. Just then, Atria decided she no longer wanted to stand and fell, completely limp as she crumbled to the floor.

"Oh my god," Remus said as he came into the hallway, looking at the girl who had all but collapsed, her eyes fixated on the carpet.

"Is she drunk?" Molly asked.

"A little bit yes," Dora said timidly.

"What!" Sirius exclaimed.

"I'm fine," Atria said as she stood up, her legs wobbling under her as she did.

Sirius tried to remain calm as Atria all but stumbled over to him, "Hi Dad," she said as she fell against him with open arms.

"Hi sweetheart," he said, wrapping his arms around her to keep her up, "Dora can I talk to you in the living room for a moment," he said, casting a glare over at the young woman.

Dora nodded before nervously scurrying off.

"Molly, do you mind taking her to bed?" Sirius said. Molly walked over ready to take Atria off his hands, but Atria was not having it.

"No," Atria wined, "I want to stay, I don't want to go to bed." She said, looking up at her father pleadingly.

"I have a feeling you need to go to bed," Sirius said before passing her off to Molly and angrily making his way into the room where Dora waited.

"Nymphadora," Sirius said as he strutted angrily into the room, "Why is My fourteen year old is drunk."

"Fourteen almost fifteen," she said reasonably.

"I don't care. Why is she drunk?" Sirius demanded as Remus came in.

"I didn't make her," she said, "I asked her if she wanted another drink and-"

"Another one, how many did she have?" Sirius asked.

"Six," she said, catching the look of frustration on Remus's face, "not that many."

"Why did you give her one, to begin with?" Remus asked angrily.

Dora rolled her eyes before defending herself, "Oh come on," Dora said exhaustedly, "I took her for a night out, she deserves to loosen up."

Remus rolled his eyes, "I'm sure you could have found another way without involving alcohol Dora, your an Auror you should know better." Remus said.

Dora gritted her teeth, "Can you imagine for a moment how much stress she is under," Dora found herself saying, "The poor girl never gets a break. She looks like she's about to explode half the time, so yes, I thought a night out where she could just be fourteen would do her well," She finished with a huff, it was frustrating. Atria was fifteen but still, even now, couldn't do anything. She didn't have many friends, the Malfoys allowed her no freedom, and now she was hiding away with her escape father.

She was met with confused looks. Stupid men.

"Look at her," she added, "Does she look bad to you, come on, she's laughing. That has to be a change."

"That is no excuse," Sirius said angrily over her.

"Well, at least I'm trying," She snapped angrily, "What have you done, you have her locked here, and she can't talk to Harry. She's listening to the same people who in her eyes and mine have ruined her life, and you haven't even batted an eye."

The room fell silent as the tension in the air grew.

Remus looked between Dora and Sirius as something brewed under the surface.

"Don't tell me I'm not trying for my daughter," Sirius spoke up, his voice a low growl.

Dora took a deep breath, "Look, I just think, that this girl has never been just allowed to be a teenager. You've put her in a position where she is doing something she doesn't want to do, just to please you. I felt bad for her over the last few weeks, I just wanted to cheer her up. She deserves that. Because it seems no one is even trying to."

Sirius and Remus looked between themselves as if both understanding but not wanting to admit she was right. Of course, they knew it wasn't the healthiest idea for Atria to be here hiding away with them, but they had just never thought she wanted it any other way.

Sirius slowly opened the door and was ashamed to say the sight made him smile.

His daughter was on the bed sprawled out as her head hung off the edge of the bed.

"Dad," he heard her murmur, "my mandrake leaf, I think I swallowed it can you look."

He smiled as he approached her and knelt down as she opened her mouth for him to see inside.

"It's stuck in your teeth," he said before moving to sit next to her on the bed, placing the bucket down beside it, "just hold onto it when you need to be sick."

"I don't feel sick," she said as she rolled onto her back, "I think I just want to sleep."

"Okay well you do that," he said before standing up, "come on in bed."

"I am in bed," she slurred.

"I mean under the covers."

"Ohhh," she said before she clumsily tried to get under the covers. He eventually gave in and helped her because he knew she would never admit she needed help.

"There we go," he said as she achieved her goal, "Remember bucket is here if you need it okay."

She nodded as her eyes closed.

"Did you have fun?" He found himself asking.

She gave a lazy nod, "Yeah, it was fun."

He smiled down before running his hand over her hair, smoothing out her wild curls. "What's this?" He asked, noticing the locket around her neck

Atria smiled as she awkwardly looked down at the locket on her chest, "Something I found," before adding, "I like it."

"Yes, very Slytherin of you," Sirius teased.

Atria tilted her head to the side, "Will you ever recover from that?"

"You being a Slytherin?" He asked. Atria gave a huge nod, her head looking like it was about to fall off her shoulders.

"One day," Sirius said, feigning dejection, "but don't worry, I won't disown you."

He reached over her head, going to take it off, "off with it, bedtime."

He pulled it over her head as Atria's brow furrowed, "I don't think a disowned child can disown another one."

He smiled, "well let's hope we never find out," he teased as her eyes grew heavier, "Goodnight Atty," he said before leaning down and giving her a kiss on her forehead.

"Night, night," she murmured, but he didn't leave. Instead, he sat and just looked at her as her breathing became rhythmic with sleep. Was Dora right? Was he asking too much of her? She was just a child and to say her life was at all normal would be a lie. He shook off the feeling, they couldn't begin to second guess themselves, not now.

The next morning, Atria did not feel well at all. It felt like her brain was expanding, trying to grow its way out of her skull and she almost didn't leave her room for the embarrassment when the memories of the night before came back.

But eventually, her growling stomach got the best of her, and she knew she needed breakfast.

So with a lowered head, she entered the bustling kitchen.

It went silent for a moment, but soon enough-

Remus clapped, loud slow beats, "Here she comes," he said as he stood, and Atria almost heard the small snickers, and could see the smiles people tried to contain except Sirius who laughed.

"Come one," he said as he stood in the kitchen watching Molly cook," get some breakfast party girl."

Atria glared at her father, grabbing a plate before serving herself some eggs and bacon and, without a word taking her seat at the table next to Ron.

"What did you get up to last night?" George asked cheekily as he ate his own breakfast.

Atria ignored him before taking a bite of her bacon, hoping that soon they would entertain themselves with something else.

But Remus decided it was his right, "I'll tell you."

"Remus," she snapped, ignoring the pang of tension in her head.

But he didn't listen, he looked at her with a grin before turning to address the room, "Atria decided, last night with Nymphadora, that it would be a good night to go out and get absolutely sloshed."

Atria's face fell against the table as he tried to hide her burning cheeks, "Why are you doing this?" she asked softly.

"Oh this is your punishment," She heard Sirius say as he took a seat next to her, placing a mug in front of her.

Atria looked up at her father with a glare, but he continued to smile as if her anger only made the matter all the more funnier.

"Harry wrote to me yesterday," she said as she played with her food.

"Atria, you know you can't," her father said as he sipped his coffee.

"Not even a simple sentence to-"

"Atria, no," he said sternly, "Now drink your coffee, trust me, it will make it better."

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