Sorry for the wait, here we go another chapter

And the holidays are almost over

Atria looked at the leaf in the crystal vile in her hand, before slowly placing one of her hairs inside and sitting it on her bedroom window sill. She would now wait for the full moon rays that night before the finale part of her summer project, she could breathe easier now realising she no longer needed to be so cautious when she ate. She had made the month but felt a sadness drop inside her, realising that she was alone while she was doing it.

Atria had not left her room in four days, not since that night.

And according to Remus, neither had Sirius. She shook her head dismissively at the thought, the irony that both of them were acting like a teenager when only one of them was astounded her.

Neither of them had left or eaten in the kitchen with the rest of their housemates. Probably, both not willing to risk seeing the other.

A knock sounded on her door before it creaked open, she turned.

"Hello you," Dora said as she peeked her head through the door.

A small smile grew on her lips, "Hi."

Dora walked further into the room pretending to be interested in the things inside, distracting herself as she ran her hand over the books on the shelf, "How are you doing squirt?" She asked.

Atria shrugged as she titled her head, "Good I guess."

Dora tilted her head as her mouth slipped into a frown, "I'll stop you there," she said holding her hand up. She dawdled over closer to Atria's desk before leaning against it, crossing her arms cooly, "What's going on between you and Sirius?"

Atria bit her cheek before she turning her head away, "Nothing. Why?" She shook her head angrily before turning back to Dora and asking rather rudely, "What has he said you?"

Dora had a hint of a smile on her lips that grew into a subtle pout, "Atria stop it," she said, "he didn't send me, I'm here for myself."

Atria felt her annoyance grow before looking at Dora seriously, who bit her lip before admitting.

"Alright," she sighed, running her hand through her pale pink hair, "Remus told me that you and Sirius fought, but he didn't send me. I just thought it would be a good time to remind you that you can always come home if you want."

Atria bit her lip frustratedly, "I don't want to leave, Dora," Atria said as she exhaled and she slunk back in her chair.

Dora laughed nervously, "It sounds like it."

"No I don't," Atria said shaking her head, "I don't want to leave him," she said firmly, "I'm just angry. But I don't want to leave, We've had enough time apart to last as a lifetime."

"Okay," Dora said shaking her head before coming up behind Atria and placing her hands on shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze before looking down at her, "Well, then may I suggest you try to fix things then."

Atria looked up at her begrudgingly, "It's not up to me to fix it, it's up to him."

Later that night, much later before she went to bed another knock echoed through her room.

She didn't reply, instead she continued to brush through her hair. She looked at the large mirror in front of her, forcing the brush through her hair, which without the help of another female had continued to become harder to handle.

The door opened anyway and she kept her face stiff and blank, not even taking notice as she caught his reflection behind her.

He stood nervously in the doorway, his eyes on the floor waiting for her to acknowledge him.

She could hear his shaky breath as she tried to control her own.

"Atria please," Sirius said softly. "Talk to me."

She kept brushing, catching a knot as she shook her head in annoyance.

"Atty please."

"Don't call me that," she heard herself snap. She kept her eyes glued on her hair, willing herself not to look at him.

"All I do is talk, you just never listen," Atria mumbled barely loud enough for him to hear.

"I know," she heard him sigh. She listened to his footsteps as they walked into the room and leant against the desk.

"Your right about not talking to Harry," he said talking to her back.

"It was something we never should have asked you to," he admitted. Her hand fell to her side as she finally looked at him through her reflection.

"I should never have put anything before you, or Harry for that matter. But a part of me just hopes that if we listen this will all be over in a blink of an eye," he shook his head as his head bowed further, "but then again that's not what happened last time."

She turned to look at him, her face remained stoic, waiting for him to reach his point.

He raised his gaze up meekly, "You can talk to Harry," he said simply, his eyes locking with hers, "but not about everything, not anything too important, okay, but you can keep him as informed as you think he should be, with caution."

Atria gave a curt nod.

He nodded back before adding, "And Snape will no longer be joining us for meetings in this house."

"Really?" Atria asked, still appearing unsympathetic.

"Yes."

Atria turned, before walking closer to her desk and letting the tips of her finger rest on its surface, "Will you write to Harry?" She asked, the first of her frosty exterior fading away.

He nodded slowly, "Yes I will."

"Good," she said with a sigh. She leaned against her desk cooly, "because I think it would mean a lot to him."

Sirius nodded in agreement but he still remained rather resigned.

"How did Dumbledore take it when he found out?" She asked.

"Well, I don't think you'll be getting into the order anytime soon," Sirius said trying to joke even though he knew it was neither the time nor place.

Atria bit her lip, "Well I don't care about his stupid order," Atria said her gaze fixed on the ground.

His foot tapped away on the floor, "And you shouldn't have to," he said, but there was something else on his mind.

"Are you sure you don't want to go stay with Andi for a bit?" He asked.

"No, I don't," Atria said discouragingly, her hurt starting to return.

He signed, "Atria, I'm just asking," He said.

"I know but you should know better by now," she said frustratedly as she walked to her bed and sat down in front of him. "I don't want to leave I just want us… I want to be here with you and I just wish we didn't have to constantly compromise about things I'm not okay with," She said downheartedly. "Because no I'm not okay with all of this. But I'm not going to give up just because it gets hard and I don't want you to give up either." She said before admitting, "I just don't think I'm asking for a lot."

"And you're not," He said comfortingly. He leant away from the desk before walking and taking a seat next to her, "I should have never pushed you as far as I did," he said softly.

Atria looked over at him. And felt herself wanting to apologise, but refused to give in, "Thank you," she said softly. She could give him that.

Sirius smiled softly before lifting his hand and letting it run over her curls. He took a deep breath keeping his many emotions at bay. It had been hell, the last few days. Her words had kept running through his head screaming. YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!

He shook the memory away, "Atria I am sorry," he said honestly, his voice shaking slightly. "Too be honest it's hard. Not too long ago I was the father of a baby and now I have a teenager. And maybe making it up as I go along isn't working out as well as I planned."

She gave him a pained smile, "No, I don't think it is," she said before reaching out and laying her hand over his, "But we will work it out eventually. I hope."

He smiled at her gently, nodding his head in agreement, "Of course we will."

I few moments passed between them and it almost felt like a fresh start between them.

"I will say," Sirius said his smile returning, "it is nice knowing I won't have to look at Snivellus' face any longer."

Atria's brow furrowed as an intrigued smile grew out of the corner of her mouth, "Snivelus?"

Sirius hissed guiltily, "A nickname from school," he explained cheeky smile on his face, "that to this day I am rather proud of."

"I like it," Atria said, "There's a nice ring to it."

Atria walked down the stairs to the cellar early the next morning. The moon had disappeared from the sky so she knew it was safe, and he didn't need to be down here any longer than he needed to be

She turned on the lights and caught Remus wincing away from the brightness.

She reached into her pocket, reaching for the keys to the shackles around his ankles, "How are you feeling?' She asked as she rushed over and threw a blanket over him.

He nodded, wiping his eyes tiredly, "Okay," He said.

"Good," she said as she knelt to unlock his shackles.

"Did Sirius talk to you?" He asked.

A smile twitched on her lips, "Does that really matter right now?"

"Yes," he said as she unlocked his first leg.

"I think we'll be fine," She said, "But are you angry at me?" She asked.

"About what ?" He asked as the final shackle fell off his ankle.

"About talking to Harry?" She asked as he gave his feet a massage.

He shook his head, "I don't care about that. I just think you shouldn't be involved." He said.

Atria nodded as she helped him stand, "well if it makes you feel any better I don't want to be," she said, handing him his wand.

"I know," he said with a nod, "But we can't think on that. You are involved, that is how it is now," he said giving her a soft smile before saying, "But if you ever wish for me to wipe it from your mind, know I'm all too happy to help you with that."

Atria smiled as they began to walk from the room, "You would obliviate me?"

He nodded diligently, "Of course I would."

Atria nodded, "Well thank you for your offer, " she said before pouting, "but I respectively decline."

"Are you sure?" He coaxed.

She laughed, "Yes I'm sure." She said.

"I can do it right now." He jested.

"No."

For wandless magic to become controlled there is a needed level of sophistication and dedication needed on behalf of the wizard or witch wanting to direct it.

Wandless magic in the world of today is left in the hands of juvenile young wizards and witches with little to no control. But The learning of this control rather than the suppressing and filtering of a wand can lead to a great deal of potential. The channelling of magic through one witch or wizard is raw magic, while magic with the use of a wand creates a sullied copy.

Directing one's magic without the use of a wand can be tamable, you must create a directness in yourself of powerful contro-

A knock interrupted her reading and she gritted her teeth angrily, "come in," she said, her tone hostile.

The door creeped open, She turned and her heart dropped in shock.

"Professor."

He smiled at her as he closed the door behind him before clasping his hands in front of him, "Studying Miss Black?

"No sir," she said with a curt shake of her head, "just some extra circular activities," she closed the book in front of her. Letting her finger run of the velvet-like black material. Dumbledores eyes travelled over the title and the shine of his eyes through his glasses dimmed.

"Interesting subject matter."

"Well it's hard not to be intrigued by such things," she said as the corner of her mouth twisted in a cold smile, "especially in times like these where knowing such things could save your life." She finished, her jaw tightening, she was barely able to hold back her anger as he stood in her room.

He nodded appreciatively but remained silent.

"Is there something you wish to tell me, sir?" She asked cooly

"Yes, may I sit?" He asked gesturing to her bed.

She nodded.

He walked slowly to her bed before sitting down, she could see the thoughts running behind his eyes as he calculated, but she could see.

"I would like you to be able to trust me, Atria," he said.

A grimace appeared on her face, "but I don't Sir," she said.

"Would you ever be able to?" It almost sounded like a plead and she tried not to enjoy it, "And if you could, What can I do?" He asked.

Her brow lifted sceptically before she asked him, "You're asking if there is something you can do for me?"

He nodded, bowing his head, "Yes."

She tipped her chin to the side as thoughts of her own began to manoeuvre in her head, "My trust must be of great importance if you are offering me something."

"Of course It is," he said remorsefully, his face a feign of guilt

Remorseful, regretful that wasn't the man she knew. Everything had a purpose, no matter the harm or hurt, it was all seen from the lens of a bigger picture. So if this was his offer there was a reason he needed it, a reason he needed her trust.

A reason he needed her.

She shook her head as her eyes lit up, sparkling, "No," she said with a sly smile. "That's not it."

"Pardon?" he asked.

"I'm well aware of it now," She said," the way you think and the things you do have a purpose. So what purpose does my trust in you have?" She asked. "I give you trust and in return, you do something for me but I assume there is another favour along with that."

He twitched as he tried to conceal a reaction but that twitch was a reaction, a falter. "Something you will ask of me," She said finished softly, "But you won't tell me that."

The tension was thick as they both breathed it in. There were no games now, no smoke and mirrors to conceal him. She sat him on no pedestal, he was now simply a man.

"Atria-"

"Sirius."

He flinched from the interruption, catching him off guard, "Sirius?" He asked politely.

"Sirius," she repeated again, "he can't die."

It wasn't to much to ask, her first thought when all of this had become what it was, was that if she lost him, it would be too much. He was the one thing she cold not loose.

He leant back as if the request was a sting, her teeth gritted together, "In whatever is coming because I think you know as well as I that this is only the beginning and no matter how long or what might change he will not die." She said, her resolve strong.

"If you can assure me with that," she said, "then yes I will try and trust you."

He nodded, "I shall try."

"I don't want you to try," she said, "I want your assurance that you will protect him and that you personally will not put him in harm's way."

He lifted his eyes over his glasses locking with her penetrating gaze, "then that is what I will do."

The vile sat safely in her pocket as she walked to the room. At the end of the hallway.

Making her way in to the room, she walked to the corner where she remembered the door to be.

She pressed on the wall until she felt the pop underneath the surface and the door popped out.

The only people who could know about it was her and Sirius, but then again Sirius might not even know about it.

She pulled the door open looking into the dusty bleak space the could only barley fit one person.

And placed the phial down having placed the chrysalis of a Death's-head Hawk Moth inside she now only had to wait for an electrical storm to come

"What are you doing?"

Atria shot up so fast and couldn't help her hand as it shot out to slam the door closed. She looked at the orange haired girl standing in the doorway. Her hand was still on the door and she stood stone still realising how guilty she must have looked, "Nothing why?"

Ginny looked between atria and the hand that rested on the door, "What's that door?"

Atria shrugged, "Just a door."

"What did you put in there?" She asked leaning to see past atria, looking at the door.

"A potion."

"What for?"

Atria shook her head before saying cooly,"It's just a potion."

"For what ?" The red haired girl snapped.

Atria twisted her head angrily,"Why do you care?" She asked as she glared back at the girl, "I'm sorry have I done something to offend you?"

Ginny remained still and stiff before replying, "No, not at all."

"Alright good then," atria said before striding off in front of her stopping at the girls side.

"And please don't move it," she said

Ginny shrugged "Move what? I still don't know what it is."

"it cant see the light please leave it there," but that didn't seem to convince her, "It's for remus." She added.

Ginny's disgruntled look fell and it almost looked like she was guilty. Finally.

"I won't touch it," she said softly

Atria nodded, "Thank you."

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