Okay so now that things are settling a bit in the story I can start to introduce some of the plans I have for Atria in the long run.

Don't worry (or should you).

I am also excited about this chapter because you know when you get reviews and seems like a lot of people are on the same page and it gives you tingles. well I'm there.

I am so exited for all the things I have planned and I really hope you all enjoy them, but I just wanted to give you guys a heads up.

Things this year for Atria will be hectic. On my story board I have this down as the summer of revelations

So please enjoy.

Harry sat at his desk, looking at the piece of paper in front of him, the truth is he didn't know what to say. Six letters into the holidays that had gone without a response, why wasn't she talking to him? why weren't any of them talking to him?

He leant back in his chair, Trying to calm himself as he thought about what to say. But he had said everything, six letters later what else was there to say. He ran his hand though his hair trying to ignore all the thoughts that raced through his head. Maybe if he tried Sirius again?

Or Maybe something had happened?

No he couldn't think like that. Nothing had happened.

It couldn't have, not yet.

But he needed to see them, he couldn't go on like this, constantly worrying why no one was replying or about what was stopping them.

His eyes glazed over as a memory came to my mind, a moment from the night he had been so desperate to block out.

"Lucius, my slippery friend," Voldemort whispered, halting before the man in question. "I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in a spot of Muggle-torture, I believe? Yet you never tried to find me, Lucius...Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay...but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master?"

"My Lord, I was constantly on the alert," came Lucius Malfoy's voice swiftly from beneath the hood. "Had there been any sign from you, any whisper of your whereabouts, I would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented me -"

"And yet you ran from my Mark, when a faithful Death Eater sent it into the sky last summer and not only that?" said Voldemort lazily, and Mr. Malfoy stopped talking abruptly. "Yes, I know all about that, Lucius...You have disappointed me... "

"The item I entrusted you with," He hissed as he approached Lucius, "you allowed into the hands of 12 year old girl."

"My lord-"

"Crucio."

Screams filled the cold and crisp air.

Harry watched as Lucius crumbled and tried not to take joy in watching him scream and squirm.

But the curse was short-lived.

"Atria Black," Voldemort spoke slowly, the sound of her name in his mouth made Harry's insides twist in disgust.

"A girl you could not control," he said as he looked down at Lucius, "but Wormtail could, in one day."

The entire group began to snicker at the words as Lucius rose to his feet.

"My lord I ask that you give me the chance to correct my mistakes," he asked breathlessly as he stood tall and proud once more.

Harry listened and in the silence, he heard Voldmorts response.

"And so you shall."

Atria was beyond furious, three letters had turned into seven over the last week, and with every order meeting she found herself closer and closer to a heart attack with her hatred only growing. And it would be easier if her Hogwarts education hadn't made her aware of what Snape's footsteps sounded like.

She couldn't take it anymore if she got one more letter from Harry she would throw herself out of the closest window or the guilt alone would surly kill her instead.

She had stopped opening them when the sight of his words angrily sprawled on the page only brought her grief.

And then the guilt of not opening them had made said guilt double. She wasn't even reading what he had to say anymore.

But as she glared down at the letter something inside her became unstoppable, and she knew immediately what she had to do, what she should have done from the begining. Enough was enough. She could no longer listen and so she would act.

Atria took all of the letters in her hand and made her way down to the kitchen.

She stalked into the room, standing in front of the table which Sirius and Remus were sat at, They looked up at her curiously. And while counting she placed them down on the table, one by one, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7."

She looked up, Sirius was looking at the ground while Remus stood cross armed, closing his eyes exhaustedly.

"In the last week," She said.

She was met with silence as she went around the room daring either of them to look her in the eye.

"What? you have nothing to say? Because he does," she said angrily pointing down at the letters on the table, "He has a lot of question which deserve to be answered but you lot have decided he doesn't deserve them."

"Atria what do you want us to say here?" Remus asked with a pained smile.

She shrugged, "That you're all wrong."

"But we're not," Remus said sympathetically.

She was trying not to get angrier but they where really pushing it, "You don't know that," she said sternly, "and neither does Dumbledore."

"Atria no," Sirius said softly although still firm.

She shook her head, "Just no," she said, "Like it's such a simple choice."

Still nothing.

She shrugged before reaching out and snatching the letter off the table one by one, "Fine," she spat before turning and leaving the room with a powerful stride.

She reached her bedroom and rushed to her desk. Opening the top draw, she took out her quill before beginning to angrily write.

Dear Harry

Atria sat on the park bench, where they had agreed to meet, looking anxiously as the sun went down. He should be here by now.

She turned anxiously as she realised someone was coming towards her. It was Harry.

She stood up quickly, She hoped this conversation would be cordial, but once he was close enough that she could see his face, she knew he was too angry.

"It's been weeks Atria!" He snapped as soon as he was close enough.

Atria felt her chest tighten as her nerves got the best of her, "can we sit down," She offered softly gesturing to the bench.

"No, skip the pleasantries," He said angrily not taking her up on the offer to sit, "Tell me what's going on?"

"Harry I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to, I really did but they wouldn't let me!" She said, trying to explain quickly as she apologised.

"What do you mean?" Harry snapped, "who wouldn't let you?"

"Everyone!" Atria exclaimed. But wishing she could take it back when she saw his face, she took a deep breath before explaining further, "They thinks it's best for now that you don't know anything." She finished softly.

He huffed before sarcastically asking, "How is that best?"

"That's what I said but Dumbledore-"

"Dumbledore?"

Atria ran her hand over her forehead, she felt herself getting riled up, she shook her head and sat down retaking her seat on the bench, "Don't even get me started."

Harry sat down next to her "Atria what's going on?" he asked calmly his eyes focused curiously.

"I don't even know what's going on, to be honest," She said. "Nothings turning out the way we thought."

"Like what?" He asked impatiently, still not having all the information.

"It's the ministry," Atria said grievously as she reached into her coat pocket for the newspaper she had packed.

"What about the ministry?"

She nervously pulled it out, "They don't believe it," She said holding out the paper that read in big bold letter The Boy Who Lies.

"Don't believe what?" He asked taking it from her hand.

"Any of it," Atria said softly as he read over the article, "They think it's a rouse that Dumbledore has set up in a bid to take on the Ministry."

Harry eyes nervously raced over the page, "How can they not, he killed Cedric," Harry said trying to make sense of everything he just heard.

"Yes but that means…Harry, you're the only one who saw it. No one else was there."

All that could be heard was their breathing. Atria understood it was a lot to take in and by the looks of it, Harry was not taking it well. His eyes settled softly on the ground as he leant back on the bench.

"People are afraid Harry," she said cautiously, "they're all rallying around this idea that you lied because they don't want to believe it."

Harry went quiet, "Is that why Sirius isn't writing to me?" He asked softly.

To be honest, she didn't want to tell him the details but she knew he needed to know, "Yes."

She saw the flash of hurt and she found herself trying in any way to comfort him, "He doesn't not want to," Atria tried to defend, "he's just doing what Dumbledore asks."

Harry lowered the paper, no longer willing to look at it.

The upset on his face evident as Atria found herself apologising again, "Harry I'm so sorry." Maybe everyone had been right, maybe this had been a bad idea.

It was a lot of information to take in and she could see it behind his eyes that he was trying his best to take it well, but there wasn't really any silver lining here.

"Thank you for telling me," He said giving her a brief pained smile, "It was driving me crazy not knowing."

Atria smiled, "It was driving me crazy not being able to tell you."

They both smiled as the last hint of the sun fell over the horizon, "how long do we have?" Atria asked, as she looked up at the darkening sky.

"A bit of time," Harry said, "my aunt took my uncle and Dudley out for dinner. Are you hungry?"

"A bit."

He took her hand in his before pulling her up with him. She landed on her feet with a smile. "Lets go."

Sirius sat in the armchair of the sitting room later that night. Four hours. She had been gone for four he knew he was beginning to get tired, almost falling asleep in his chair as he waited. He had been angry when Remus had told him but more so he just wanted to know what she had been thinking,

He perked up.

The sound of Grimmauld's front door creaking open echoed throughout the hall.

She was home.

He could see the hallway perfectly from his seat and knew that she wouldn't be able to get past without him seeing her.

Soon enough the sight of his daughter came as she tried to sneak up the hall quietly.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

He watched her jump slightly before turning quickly to see him.

She took a deep breath as if trying to calm herself,"Out," She said with a shrug remaining in the hallway.

"Out where?" He asked platonically.

She shrugged again, "Just out."

Sirius ran his hand through his hair trying to contain his frustration before clasping his hands together and leaning forward, "Out where?" He asked again.

Atria rolled her eyes and Sirius tried to keep his cool before she went to walk away.

"You spoke with Harry?" He asked just before she disappeared from sight.

She took a step back looking at him again before she lied scrunching her brow in confusion, "What?" She asked offendedly, "No."

Sirius rubbed his eyes in frustration, he didn't know how much of this he could take. He didn't want her to lie to him, no matter what the deed be, he wanted her to be comfortable enough to tell him, and he was trying, he felt like he was. But maybe not hard enough, because communication hadn't been working. "Remus saw you Atria," he said trying to keep calm.

Atria felt her jaw tighten as her teeth met with a grit, she took a few steps forward so she was standing in the room, "So you're spying on me now?"

Sirius sighed, he was too tired now to pick the fight he knew was coming, "Atria I'm not spying on you! Just keeping an eye on you."

"Spying," She said again, "you just defined spying."

"We know you didn't agree with not talking to Harry so we suspected," he said rationally.

Atria took in a breath, "So what if I did," she said taking another step forward, "it will change nothing because it's a stupid and meaningless thing to d-"

"Atria!" He yelled over her trying to make her understand, "You can't make these decisions!"

"Why not!" She said returning his fury with her own, their conversation quickly turning to a screaming match, "I'm not a member of the order! Remember?"

"You may not be but you know things and Harry can't!" He reasoned, "And yes, I am starting to understand that as a chi-

"I Swear!" she boomed over him, her voice becoming venomous and cold as she threatened, "if one more person tells me I'm a child I will leave this house I will not come back!" She exclaimed angrily, and Sirius could see in her eyes she meant it.

"I am so sick of everyone talking to me like I'm a child!" She said as tears of anger burnt her eyes, in truth, she didn't want to yell at him but she needed to make him understand how frustrating and cruel the position he put her in was, "When So far to me you have all proved to be a bunch of clueless, foolish children who listen to the whims of a deluded old man!" She finished.

"Atria-"

"No!" She snapped locking eyes with him and staring him down, "I'm talking now and you will listen."

But Sirius had had enough, "No, I am your father and you will listen to me!" He yelled.

"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!" She screamed.

A shattering sounded out. And Atria's eyes out of habit shot to where the glass had blown out of the frames that hung on the wall. But she paid no mind to it for now she couldn't.

Sirius took a step back, and Atria felt herself only growing angrier at the sight of hurt in his eyes,"Fathers put their children first," she continued, "you have not put me first once and don't even get me started about Harry because if there is one person who should be defending him it should be you!"

She turned without another word and ran as fast as she could, she needed to get to her room.

"Atty!" she heard him yell after her.

She closed the door before quickly locking it, hoping that he would not come and beg her to open it because she knew she would. But she couldn't look at him. Not now

She wiped her tears away as they continued to run down her face, angry at herself for crying, she needed to stop crying all the time, it made her look weak. She paced back and forth wondering what the cost of tonight would be and coming to a halt as she remembered a small detail.

The glass of the frames. She hadn't done anything like that for months and she had only just started to believe she was over it. She shook her head, you have to be in control she reminded herself, she couldn't let these things get the best of her.

She climbed into bed not bothering to change or take off her clothes or locket.

Instead, burying her head into her pillow as she begged for sleep.

But that night as she drifted off into unconsciousness she felt unease at the gentleness of her mind. How calmly she found herself falling off the edge into sleep unknowing of the bottom of the cliff she would reach. Dreams were funny, it was very rare that you woke up from them remembering what it was your subconscious had been through. But as she slept and dreamt she was unaware of the presence that overlooked, and saw, and waited. A presence not around her, but within her. A dark shadow of her past with a familiar scent that she could not forget, but if she could only know it was there.

But her memory would wash away as her eyes blinked open the next morning, and she would not remember.

Not even when the all too familiar voice whispered into her mind.

Atty

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