"That was so wholesome," Alice said, "but knowing how these films work at this point, I'm scared to see where it'll go."

"Last we left off with Iola," Frank added, "she was going to confront Crouch Jr. It's likely going to be an emotional disaster."

Iola walked into the holding cell. Barty Crouch Jr. was not doing very well. His appearance was a mess, he had a few scars across his face, and a mad look in his eyes.

"Why did you do it?" Iola got straight to the point, "why did you try to kill me? I've never done a single thing towards you. Why did you see it fit to attempt to murder a 15 year old girl?"

"You could never understand," Crouch cackled madly, "the Dark Lord's mission is the purest thing in this world. And your mother ruined that. She stopped justice in the world. I cannot make the dead pay for my losses, so I will make the next best thing pay."

"What was even so pure about Voldemort?" Iola asked disgusted, "he was a murderer who held no kindness and mercy for even his own subordinates."

"How dare you!" Crouch shouted, causing Iola to back up into Amelia, "the Dark Lord cared for me more than anyone else. We are so similar the Dark Lord and I. Both of us, for instance, had very disappointing fathers... very disappointing indeed. Both of us suffered the indignity, Iolanthe, of being named after those fathers."

"Crouch knows of the Dark Lord's father and true name!" Bellatrix gasped in jealousy, "why does he get the Dark Lord's trust more than I?!"

"I can't believe you find having a madman's trust an honor," Sirius scoffed, "truly sets the tone for your own mental state."

"How dare you refer to the Dark Lord as such!" Bellatrix snarls at Sirius, baring her teeth.

"How have we missed Bellatrix's obsession?" Antonin Dolohov whispered to Augustus Rookwood, "she's really gotten out of hand."

"She was always like that," Rookwood replied seriously, "obsessive that is. She just had nothing to obsess over. I fear that this obsession will only bring problems for all death eaters."

"It seems Crouch is more informed than we were aware," Amelia hummed, "it seems we can get more information out of him. I'll have Mad-Eye come in for an interrogation session. You head out Iola dear. Sirius is going to take you to St. Mungo's to visit Cathy."

"Bye Aunty," Iola kissed Amelia on the cheek, and left the room. She linked arms with Sirius, who apparated the two of them to St. Mungo's.

"We're here to see Cathy Black," Sirius smiles at the receptionist.

"Room 345," the receptionist barely looked at him, "here's your passes."

"Uncle Reggie!" Iola jumped on the poor man as soon as she saw him, "how's Cathy doing?"

"She's quite alright," Regulus twirls Iola once before letting her down, "both mother and baby are healthy."

"It seems Regulus still gets best uncle award," Frank pouted, "I wish I even had a shot."

"There there," Alice patted her husband's shoulder in comfort, "I'm sure you would have made a great uncle."

"Speaking of," Sirius slaps his brother across the back, "nu, tell us. Boy or girl? What's the name of the cutie that's made you a daddy?""

"Girl," Regulus grins brightly, "we've named her Clio Lydia Black."

"Only you would name your kid after the muse of history" Sirius shook his head, "you are a literal nerd."

"You named your daughter after me," Lydia turned to Regulus, "sweet. It seems I'm stacking them up. I know that Lyetta named her daughter Lydia and Sirius gave his daughter Lydia for a middle name."

"I guess I did," Regulus shrugs, "but I like Clio. It's a perfect name for a daughter of mine."

"Now now Sirius," a sweet voice chastised from behind, "that's not how you should refer to your brother."

"Andy," Sirius goes over to embrace the older lady, "fancy seeing you here."

"I came to visit Edward on one of his late night shifts," Andromeda informs, "and I hear that my lovely cousin's wife has given birth. I'm hurt Regulus. You didn't deem it important to inform me? Edward told me that the delivery ended 30 minutes ago."

"I was a bit busy," Regulus doesn't look Andy in the eyes, "my wife had a very strange request during labor."

"She did," Ted enters, all clean from delivering a child, "I've been a med-wizard here for over two decades, and I've seen some real strange things. None have been as strange as a woman in labor insisting her husband read chapters and chapters of women suffering during labor, just so she can, in her words, 'show those ladies how a real woman handles it.'"

"Regulus has certainly married an interesting young lady," Newt laughs, "honestly, I'm not surprised in the slightest. Americans have some rather strange ideas."

"Really Dad," Lyetta rolled her eyes, "you're American. At least in citizenship."

"That was because your mother insisted," Newt brushes off, "it's not as if I wasn't traveling half the time anyways. Back to the matter at hand though, it only makes me intimately familiar with Americans and their oddities."

"Are you calling me odd?" Tina glares at her husband.

"Well, yes," Newt says, and at her harsh glares begins mumbling things incoherent to anyone but Tina, "but you married me, which is an odd idea. So I'm not really calling you odd, I'm just saying it was odd that you married me. And you're not really odd, but-"

"Relax," Tina smiles, "I was only kidding."

"That sounds like Cathy," Sirius chuckles, "do you know when we can go in and see her?"

"I think you all could head in quietly," Ted contemplated, "I need to go send a message to Samuel. Catherine has asked that her father be informed."

"Dang it," Regulus clenched his fist, "he's going to kill me."

"Lighten up Reggie," Sirius put his arm around his brother, "just enjoy your time with your wife and daughter. I, for one, am ecstatic to meet my newest niece."

"Hey Cath," Regulus approaches the bed where a worn out Catherine is staring at a wall, "you good?"

"She looks so done with life," Kingsley laughs, "fair enough for a woman who just pushed out a child."

"I absolutely hate biology," Cathy stared into Regulus's soul, before shaking out of her trance, "hello Iola. I've heard that you're in first place. Seems Clio has quite the shoes to fill one day."

"Can I see her?" Iola asks eagerly, anxious to meet the baby.

"Of course," Cathy moves her arms, revealing a small little girl, "would you like to hold her?"

"Yes please," Iola's eyes shone as she was handed her little cousin. She stared into the gray eyes of her little cousin. Soon the baby color would fade, and her true eye color would be revealed. For now, they could only guess. Little Clio had inherited her mothers blond hair, and judging by the slight curling at the bottom, her father's hair type. She was a rather adorable newborn.

"She's so cute," Andromeda sighed at the screen, "reminds me of when my Nymphadora was born."

"Normally newborns are ugly," Lydia comments, "but this one is actually kind of cute. I hope my Iola will be the same."

"You can't just call all newborns ugly," Euphemia lectured her daughter, "that's rude."

"But I just did," Lydia told her mother confusedly, "and it's not as if I'm lying. I've seen my baby pictures. I looked like a wrung out rat."

"Don't bother," Fleamont told his wife who was about to argue back, "you know good and well this won't end well."

"She is an abomination!" Walburga couldn't help but voice, "a disgrace to the noble legacy of House Black."

"I agree," Cygnus added, "just like Andromeda's child. I cannot believe our children have added half-bloods to our illustrious pedigree."

"Take that back!" Andromeda roared at her former father, "my daughter is no abomination!"

"Calm yourself dearest," Ted rubbed her shoulders, "no need to waste your breath on that worthless piece of dirt. Trash is unable to appreciate beauty, after all."

"You're right," Andromeda kissed Ted, "I almost lost my composure over nothing."

Suddenly, little Clio's hair began to shift. It turned into a beautiful combination of navy and cranberry, very reminiscent of Iola's school uniform.

"It seems that your Clio is a metamorphmagus like my Dora," Andromeda laughed, "isn't it ironic? The two traitors of the Black Family, the only two to marry muggleborns, are the only ones to have children with the enviable metamorphmagus ability."

"Ironic indeed," Alphard laughed at his sister and brother's faces, "it seems that muggleborn blood is actually good for a kid. Look at Narcissa's kid. He's the only one in his generation without the metamorphmagus trait, and also the only one with both parents pureblood. It seems that there's nothing special about the so-called 'pureblood' of purebloods."

"Hey, I betrayed them too," Sirius whined at his older cousin.

"But you're a Potter," Andromeda pointed out, "Regulus and I are the only biological Black traitors. You're an honorary Black traitor."

"Fair enough," Sirius agreed, "although it's a neat ability for your little girl Reg. It'll probably terrify her Grandad though."

"Oh my Merlin," Regulus groans, "he's going to accuse of cursing his grandchild. Morgana save me."

"Trust me," Sirius and Iola say simultaneously, "you do not want Morgana to save you."

"Oh right," Regulus rubs the back of his neck, "good point."

The scene shifts to Iola gossiping with her friends in their common room.

"Remember, I told you this before the DMLE released a statement," Iola warns, "so this cannot leave our therapy group. Understood?"

"They stuck with the therapy theme?" Remus questioned his future niece's actions, "that's a little on the nose."

"Eh," Peter shrugs, "who cares? They're happy, and that's all that matters."

"We're not idiots," Lilah's now golden hair is flipped over her shoulder, "you don't need to repeat yourself."

"What she means," Lawrence hastily adds, "is that we won't tell anyone."

"I really want to hex this Crouch guy," Olivia ponders for a moment, "do you think I should ask my mum for ideas when I visit her in prison next?"

"That girl is a mood," Lyetta nudges her brother, "do you know any Tares?"

"There was a Donald Tare 3 years above us," Nico recalled, "perhaps he's her father. He seemed like the type of person to marry an assassin."

"You should not," Lawrence points out tiredly, "that's morally wrong."

"Good point," Olivia says, "I forgot."

"Only you would forget your morals," Leopold huffed, "you're ridiculous sometimes."

"I'm ridiculous?!" Olivia asks, "who's the one who can't get Isolt Foster to go out with him?"

The group therapy session turns into a pillow fight. The scene shifts to a heavily pregnant Lydia Potter.