AN: It's all treats today from me with a long chapter. We are moving into Part 2 of the story as well with this chapter. Hope you all enjoy and Happy Halloween!
As the wizarding world reels from this shocking revelation, we at The Daily Prophet will continue to dig deeper into the origins of River Marie Black, the truth behind her reappearance, and what it might mean for the future of wizarding Britain.
More on page 4:
What does this mean for the Black family fortune? Legal experts weigh in.
The Veil's mysterious history and its significance.
Part 2: Settling Into a New World
Chapter 5: A glimpse of power - When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
With The Prophet revealing River's status as the Black heir and the mysterious person to come through the Veil, Dumbledore called for an emergency Order meeting of the inner circle. Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore, Moody, Tonks, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Kingsley Shacklebot, Mr and Mrs Weasley, their sons Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, and Bill's Fiance Fleur Delacour Floo'd to Grimmauld. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the Weasley twins had argued to come as well, but that notion had swiftly been shut down by Mrs Weasley. "You children will be informed when we come to a decision."
The notion of 'children being informed what adults decided rankled River. Even she had only been permitted to stay in the drawing room where they all congregated, as not all the inner circle had met her and they had questions for her. They had gotten River's abridged history, where and when she was from, what she had faced at the Academy. She still didn't entirely understand what Dr Mathias had done to her there, she had lost track of time so many times it was hard to tell. They had all been sympathetic, Sirius, Lupin, Mrs Weasley, Charlie, and McGonagall in particular.
But that didn't stop them from trying to make decisions for her. For the longest part of the meeting, all the adults seemed to talk over or at her, without asking her thoughts. They wanted her to stay at Grimmauld, to stay hidden. Memories of white hallways, tests…needles, no one else… burrow into her brain.
It was making her tense, making her mind loud, chaotic, and crowded with all their thoughts and music, and… she snapped. The lights in the drawing room flicker and the books along the walls begin to rattle in the bookcases. The air palpates with magic, all stemming from this strange newcomer...all conveying her displeasure.
River's POV
"Does my voice not matter?" I curtly ask everyone around me as my magic and the house settles.
"River, dear." Mrs. Weasley starts to mother. Just like Ginny. "You're so new to our world. We know what is best to…"
"I had someone else tell me that…someone who thought they knew better. I've spent the last 5 years trapped in that prison."
I watch as Sirius visibly recoils, Lupin laying a comforting hand on him to ground him. Thoughts of Azkaban, Dementors, and a dark, dank, prison of his own flood his mind. I can't not shiver as the coldness of his memories seep into my body.
"I'm not a prisoner anymore, and I won't let anyone make me feel that way again." I say with conviction.
"What would you prefer versus staying at Grimmauld?" Charlie asks me.
"I want to learn, like everyone else… I'd like to go to Hogwarts when the next term starts."
I watch Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall share a look, as if silently passing thoughts to each other. Is she a Legimius too?
"She'd have a bit of catching up to do." McGonagall begins as I can see her mind start creating timetables, study plans, and the logistics of catching me up to the other 6th years. "But we could work out a tutoring schedule over the summer holiday. Have her take her O.W.L.S. ahead of returning with the other students."
"Minerva, you think you can get her caught up in ten weeks? Be reasonable." Snape challenges.
"One subject every week, it would be intensive… but she could cover the core curriculum." Lupin adds in his support to McGonagall's idea.
"Yes, but with the… quality… of tutors she would have available." Snape casts a sneer in Lupin and Mad-Eye's direction as he says this.
Sirius takes umbrage with Snape's implication, his hackles raised on behalf of Lupin. "Well then it's great you'd be able to help her with Potions, Snevellius."
The undercurrent of old rivalries is not lost on me, even if only flashes of their memories come to the front of their minds. Thoughts of whomping willows, full moons, a girl with red hair running away in tears. It's frenetic, like a violin crescendo waiting to take me over the edge. But before the string can snap from the tension building, Dumbledore clears his throat, ending whatever stand off we had been on the precipice of falling from.
"If Ms. Black wishes to attend Hogwarts, I see no reason why we cannot accommodate that request."
My lungs release a shaky breath, the joy of being able to learn, to be with others like me, pulls my lips into a smile.
"Sirius, Lupin, Minerva, Severus and I will reconvene on Monday to begin Ms Black's assessments. We can then determine what areas may need additional work, and adjust the curriculum as needed."
I watch as Dumbledore rises with an air of finality. The others all take this as their sign the meeting is adjourned, and begin to head towards the Floo or outside to apparate away from Grimmauld. Snape lingers on the other side of the room, his eyes studying me intently. He looks none too pleased, but his mind a black abyss not letting anything through.
Week 1 - The Assessment
Monday morning River was a mixture of excitement, nerves, and apprehension. They assured her that their assessment would be nothing like what she had faced at the Academy, but she knew pretty words often held secrets and lies. Still, River approached the collected professors, and Sirius, with respect and anticipation for what they would be teaching her.
Dumbledore outlined that each professor would handle two subjects, and they would each spend one day assessing her in those subjects, while the others observed, made notes, and collated feedback to determine lesson plans. Professor McGonagall would handle History of Magic and Transfiguration; Sirius would take Charms, along with flying; Lupin would cover Defense Against the Dark Arts and Astronomy, while Snape covered Potions and Herbology. Each day that week, they took turns with a short hour or two demonstration periods, they would give her an hour to practice while they observed, and then an assignment to see how well she was grasping the practical and theoretical topics they covered.
It was strange, at first. While her wand responded effortlessly to her commands, she often found that certain charms or spells would be harder to control. The results had been… explosive, a few times, and she had felt the shock and pride from the group as if it was her own.
A shiver of memory rolled down River's spine as they came to Snape's assessments. Her icy demeanor reminded her of the Academy, the silent judgments, never knowing where she stood or how she was fairing. She had needed longer to practice on those days, even though his subjects involved less theoretical concepts.
By the end of the week, she was glad to have a reprieve from the critical thoughts and spent Saturday holed up in her room getting lost in more books from the Black Library or taking meals with Sirius and Lupin. Harry was required to spend the first portion of his summer with the Dursley's, River wasn't quite sure who they were, but she could tell they weren't the best of people from the thoughts that easily flowed from Sirius as Harry departed. Hermione had gone home to travel with her parents for a portion of the summer, as well, which left Grimmauld feeling bereft of people River felt she could more easily open up to.
When the Sunday morning post was delivered, a letter to River detailing her study schedule and initial assessment was enclosed. History of Magic, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, and lastly Astronomy, followed by a week of O.W.L.S that Headmaster Dumbledore had arranged for her to take at the Ministry. It would be tight, but she would have two days "off" before she would board the Hogwarts Express with the other Sixth Years at Kings Cross Station.
Professor McGonagall had sent along texts River would need for the next week, and she had excused herself from the breakfast table to get started. She had already read A History of Magic for the first two years of curriculum before the plans had been made, but she was eager to get lost in the pages of the new texts. She only managed to come out when either Kreacher or Lupin called that the next meal was ready. Other than that, she spent the day blissfully lost in the pages of her books.
Week 2 - History of Magic
Professor McGonagall arrives precisely at 9am sharp to begin River's lessons. The dining room of Grimuald had been transformed into a makeshift classroom, with a large desk, blackboard, and other materials that everyone would need over the next eight weeks for her lessons. Each professor would spend the first three hours of the day going over theory and lecture on core principles, there would be an hour break for lunch, and then there would be three hours of practical application.
While Professor McGonagall was warm and welcoming to River, they did not see… eye to eye on certain principles of history. On Wednesday afternoon, the two were at an impasse regarding the Hogwarts founders.
"It seems like we only hear about how great the Four Founders were. But didn't they make mistakes, too? What about the students who didn't fit into their neat little house system?" River challenges McGonagall.
"While the Founders were not without their faults, Miss Black, they laid the foundation of our education system. It is crucial to appreciate their vision, even if we recognize that some of their methods may be viewed differently in hindsight."
"But aren't they playing into stereotypes rather than celebrating individuals as multifaceted and complex based on their experiences?"
McGonagall left that evening in a bit of a small huff that had Sirius and Lupin reminiscing about their own antics in her classes at Hogwarts. River just grumbled about selective blindness to the failings of pedagogy.
By Friday evening when Professor McGongagall was leaving, she barely spoke to Sirius and threw a passing comment to Lupin. "I've done my best, Remus. I really have. But that child…" McGonagall shakes her head in frustration. "More difficult than any Black before her." McGonagall leaves with Sirius laughing in her wake and Lupin trailing after her to try and smooth her hackles.
Week 3 - Charms
Next week was devoted to Charms lessons with Sirius. Sirius was not much interested in spending time on theory, so the days were predominantly spent casting charms on various objects around Grimmauld. River took easily to the delicate and careful movements needed to accurately cast with her wand, her Accio and Colovaria being particularly graceful, and the objects she would summon or change color of would seem to dance as the magic swirled around them.
By Thursday, River's deft hand and Sirius challenging her had allowed her to progress to non-verbal charms. Sirius beamed at her when she managed her first non-verbal Accio with the same same precision as her verbal one. The praise he heaped on River made her shine as bright as the sun. Based on her success that week, Sirius decided that Friday would not be spent on lessons, and that they should have a little fun.
River's POV
Sirius hadn't told me what we were doing today instead of lessons when he came in for breakfast with Lupin, just that I should dress comfortably. His mind was also suspiciously quiet, and I knew he was giddy about whatever he had planned. I ate my breakfast, and went back to my room to put on some athletic leggings, the boots that used to be Sirius, but he never asked for back, and a jumper.
"Where are we going?" I ask as Sirius takes me to the apparition point in front of Grimmauld.
"You'll see." Sirius says with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hang on." He warns as I feel the pull of apparition carrying us away.
We land a moment later, in what appears to be a fairly expansive field, a small countryside home lays down a path about thirty meters. The home is old, but clearly well cared for, with neat flower beds, bright blue shutters, and the soft billowing smoke of a fire coming from the chimney. I notice a woman with dark hair and hints of gray streaked through coming out, as if to greet us. Sirius grabs my hand and we continue on the path towards the home.
"Morning Andy." Sirius calls as we make our way through the small garden gate separating the house from the field.
"Sirius Black… took you long enough to bring her here." Andromeda Tonks half scolds, half teases as she greets us.
"River Marie Black, may I introduce you to Mrs Andromeda Tonks. One of the less evil and in-bred from our distinguished family tree." Sirius says as he kisses Andromeda's cheek.
Andromeda returns the kiss to his cheek. "I do hope he isn't a menace like this all the time."
"He wouldn't be Sirius if he wasn't though, right?" I say as I shake her hand politely.
Andromeda smiles warmly at me. Her mind is not quite open, but a few stray thoughts of her younger years with… a sister? Or is it two? "Ahh…I see that Black wit is alive and well in this one." She studies me carefully. Bella…escapes through her mind before it is quickly whisked away. "Well you certainly look a Black. Come on, let's get you out in the back then."
I shoot Sirius a questioning glance as he follows Andromeda through the entry hall and towards the back door. We exit the house into a large garden, with beds of roses and flowers lining the sides. A small table with tea is already set up on the small cobbled patio. I don't think Sirius' surprise is tea though, as I see two brooms on stands in the center of the grass.
"Think it's time you had a bit of fun." Sirius says as his intent is clear in his eyes and he smiles brightly.
Sirius spends the next hour giving me instruction on the basic principles of flying. He explains that the first rule of flying, not just using the broom to fly, is love. You can learn all the theories on flying, but if you take a broom in the air and you don't feel that love for flying in your heart, you'll fall off just as sure as the turning of the worlds. Love of the sky, love of the freedom it brings keeps you in the air.
When he thinks I have it down, he tells me to go for it. I don't kick off at first, but rather allow myself to close my eyes and feel myself…like a leaf on the wind, and let the broom carry me into the air. Flying feels second nature. Like dancing, the broom and my body connect and sweep me away to the music only I can hear. It's freeing… it's like…letting myself soar.
As Sirius and Andromeda watch River fly around the garden happily laughing they set down for tea to watch her. What she doesn't notice is the non-verbal Silencio that descends around their table. Andromeda, ever the gracious host, gives nothing away as she prepares their tea.
"There's no mistaking she's family." Andromeda says as she hands Sirius his cup.
Sirius shakes his head. "No, not with those eyes… she looks too much like…"
Andromeda is quick to cut Sirius off, a brief hint of anger flashing. "Don't… Don't you dare say her name to me."
Neither one says anything for a beat as they sip their tea, both letting the previous moment simmer and then pass.
"Grimmauld responds to her. She can tell when it isn't pleased."
"That's not a surprise. I'm sure your presence there disturbs it greatly. Why never move elsewhere is more of a surprise."
"Wouldn't be right." Sirius says with a hint of melancholy. "Not when he isn't there to take it over."
Andromeda turns to Sirius gently and takes his hand across the table. "You don't have to keep carrying that burden Sirius."
Week 4 - Transfiguration
Professor McGonagall returned for Transfiguration the week after Charms. Sirius had passed along a progress report of River's abilities, her strengths with hands-on learning ahead of McGonagall returning to Grimmauld, and the Professor had decided to take a different tactic with River as a result.
"If we can agree to disagree on the antiquated pedagogy of tradition, then we can apply what you've learned directly, Miss Black. Sirius believes you do well with practical experience as the best teacher, so I am willing to try this approach."
With this olive branch, River and Professor McGonagall dove into Transfiguration. On Thursday, Professor McGonagall had River attempt to change a candle into a small storm cloud. River stood for a moment, her eyes closing, lips moving slightly, as if she was calculating something in her head. When she opens them, she twirls and flicks her wrist just so, and the candle expands, turning into an icicle, before it condenses and reforms into a small storm cloud.
"Well done, Miss Black."
"I needed to balance the properties and find a stepping stone. The vertical temperature gradient also had to be accounted for, since the flame would not disperse heat through the entire candle."
"You have a natural understanding of the art of Transfiguration, Miss Black. This type of insight will take you far, provided you continue to refine your control."
By the time Professor McGonagall left on Friday evening, the two were able to find common ground in their mutual respect for the complexity and beauty of Transfiguration.
Week 5 - Herbology
Originally, River was going to have Defense Against the Dark Arts during her fifth week, but Lupin and Sirius had forgotten to take into account the lunar cycle that would be needed for River's O.W.L.S. Professor Snape had tried to usurp Lupin teaching River, saying that the Werewolf could handle Herbology in his designated week, but ultimately Dumbledore had settled the argument and Herbology would be moved up.
However, this also meant that Lupin and Sirius would not be at Grimmauld for the next two weeks, as Sirius would be with Lupin as he prepared for his transformation on the full moon and then helping him recover after. They left her early Monday morning with worried looks in their eyes and practically shouting from their minds.
"I will be fine. Kreacher is here and the house won't let anything happen to me."
"The fact that the bloody house is your guard dog is more than a little alarming, girlie." Sirius says as he gives her arm a quick squeeze. They leave not long before Snape is due to arrive.
When Professor Snape arrived on Monday morning, he did so with a sneer on his face. He took in the state of the makeshift classroom slash back garden of Grimmauld, and immediately insisted that River clean the tools and area that they were to use. Kreacher had popped in quickly when he heard, and tried to protest his treatment of "his Mistress Black... Being treated like dirt by nothing' more than a half-blood." Professor Snape took no heed of Kreacher, and continued to wait expectantly for River to begin.
What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering? What do you know?
Snape's mind was eerily silent. Not a word, note, or otherwise sound crept out of his mind. Only an icy chill. Whatever he wanted to keep hidden from River in his mind, he was doing a good job of it. By the afternoon, Snape had pushed her so that every weed pulled, every spider's web cleared, and every garden tool shine.
River wasn't bothered by Snape's need to exert dominance over her in this situation. On a base level, she could understand his contempt. She was a Black, and while she had not asked about the old rivalry between Sirius, Lupin, and Snape, she had picked up enough after his first visit to Grimmauld to know that there would never be common ground amongst the three. I don't have to like him to learn from him.
As they moved into the afternoon portion of that first day, Professor Snape flew through material at a breakneck speed, focusing intently on the properties of the materials versus how to tend to them.
"Herbology is not about gardening, Miss Black. It is about understanding the raw materials that power the most intricate potions. Every leaf, root, and petal has a purpose, and your job is to know exactly what that is."
River was expected to document everything on multiple feet of parchment. From soil composition to the phases of the moon when harvesting particular plants…a point he especially drove home for Wolfsbane, Aconite, and Mandrake. He drilled into her that failure to handle these plants properly would result in weak or failed potions. Each day, River fell into bed mentally exhausted.
Say it, spit it out. What is it exactly?
You're payin'? Is the amount cleanin' you out? Am I satisfactory?
At the end of their time on Friday evening, River had written meters of parchment. Rolls upon rolls on all the uses for some of the most rare and arcane herbs, the ideal soil temperatures for nearly every ingredient that could be harvested around Hogwarts, and practiced the most precise cutting techniques. He left that night with a mere nod and one parting remark.
"You've managed to avoid killing yourself or ruining the ingredients, Miss Black. You might prove capable yet, if your…familial influences don't influence you.."
River's POV
I was only through the first half of my time with Snape, and I already wanted to pull my hair out. While he was clearly a talented and strict Professor, the cold disdain for me, Sirius, Lupin, and anything involving Grimmauld was almost too much. By the time Sunday evening rolls around, I am dreading having Potions with him over the next few days.
I am laying down on my bed, when Kreacher's pop of apparition echoes in my ears. "Kreacher has brought Mistress Black a book, from a friend."
I pop to sit up and look at him. "Which book?" My curiosity is clearly showing.
"A friend said this would help Mistress Black… with potions." He says as he sets the book down in front of me.
I study the cover. It appears to be the same potion's text that Professor Snape had sent over to me ahead of our lessons next week. I tentatively open the book, and inside find a small piece of folded parchment.
XXX
My Dear Miss Black,
Potions is a delicate art, and I trust you will find the enclosed book… useful. It once belonged to someone who understands the craft better than most and has added their own insights.
Study it well, and you may find yourself better prepared for the challenges ahead.
With sincere regards,
A Friend
XXX
While the book is the same edition, as I flip the pages I see this one is full of annotations on nearly every page and potion inside. I turn back to the over and see no name written inside, merely the short inscription "half-blood prince."
I smile like a cat with cream. If Snape believes that he will subject me to the same rigor in Potions that he did last week in Herbology, then this book indeed will give me a leg up. I hop off the bed and my bare feet pad over the desk, where I quickly grab a quill and a piece of parchment. Why no one in the Wizarding world uses a pen leaves me perplexed. Highly inefficient. I scratch a quick note back to this "Friend" before folding it into a small origami crane.
"Kreacher, can you please take this to your friend?" I ask as I hand him the crane.
"Yes, Mistress Black, it will be my pleasure." He says before popping out of the room again.
I move back over and settle myself into bed with the Half-Blood Prince's Potion's book. I immediately start to read, recite, and memorize everything that I can of the annotations.
Week 6 - Potions
By the time Professor Snape arrived Monday morning, River had managed to read most of the Half-Blood Prince's annotations. She does not outwardly show her smug satisfaction to the Professor though, instead choosing to mask her amusement and throwing herself into the precision brewing and dangerous ingredients that Professor Snape was likely to throw at her.
It's probably somethin' that shouldn't be said out loud
Honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now (wow)
"While we will spend the morning sessions on principles and theory of potion making, you'll spend this week brewing the Draught of Living Death." Snape says he slams the door to the classroom slash dining room behind him.
River cannot help the sinking feeling in her stomach. The Half Blood Prince's book had only contained a few annotations on this particular potion, and it would still require extreme precision, patience, and skill without those few hints. She refuses to let Professor Snape see her fail at the task he has handed her.
The debt I owe, gotta sell my soul
'Cause I can't say no, no, I can't say no
Each night, before River falls asleep for a few hours her mind will let her rest without nightmares or reminders of what each little death is like, she memorizes. Each detail of the potion, from the specific way to extract juice from the Sopophorous bean, to the ounter-clockwise direction and counting the exact number of stirs. Each step became a larger part of her nightly mantra.
On Friday, when she goes to remove her potion from its now cooled cauldron, she is thrilled to discover it is a perfect clear, water-like consistency. She signs with relief.
Snape looks at the potion and then to River, before giving a curt nod. "You've managed to brew a potion that even most fully qualified witches struggle with. Impressive, Miss Black…" He stops, again his piercing gaze studying River as if reading between the lines of something hidden. "Though I wonder, perhaps, if you had some extra guidance."
Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
River's eyes narrow slightly, but she remains calm, a smile on her face. "Well, Professor, I suppose good students know where to find the best... sources."
"Hmmm. quite good, it seems." Snape says nothing else as he turns to leave, his robes billowing behind him as he uses his wand to slam the door behind him.
Week 7 - Astronomy
With the full moon passed, Sirius and Lupin were back at Grimmauld. River could tell that the past weeks were especially hard for Lupin. She had read about Werewolves in preparation for Defense Against the Dark Arts. The transformation they must undergo every full moon was incredibly taxing, and felt that she could relate to the physical drain it would undoubtedly take. The take, and take, and take and leave broken pieces in its place. She's glad he had Sirius to be there with him.
But much to River's surprise, Sirius and Lupin had arranged for her tutoring to be held outside of Grimmauld for the next two weeks… She would finally be visiting this Burrow she heard everyone speak of and Harry and Hermione would be joining them there for the second week until the start of the fall term at Hogwarts.
On the morning they are to Floo to the Burrow, Kreacher is especially cross. "Mistress Black, in such a hovel…pfft." He's been cursing and calling Sirius a filthy blood-traitor every chance he gets. River lingers in her room, the magic of the house calling to her, almost forlorn that she would not be there.
She understands the feeling seeping into her body from the house. It had been her sanctuary for her fractured mind and helped calm her inner storm. "It's just for two weeks. I'll be gone longer at Hogwarts." There is no response back, but she takes it that the house understands. She twirled, swirled, and glided out of the room, and soon all three were on their way.
River's POV
Sirius and I follow Lupin in the Floo and he calls out "The Burrow" loudly. With green flames and a swoosh, we carried up, up, and away. We land in the hearth of what appears to be a cozy and very cluttered living room. Couches are mismatched, covered with blankets and pillows. The walls, shelves, and flat surfaces all have various trinkets, bobbles, and somewhat muggle looking nick-nacks. Through the archway on the other side of us I can see the dining area and kitchen are similarly eclectic, with a large wooden table at the center, surrounded by worn chairs. There are floating pots, pans, and enchanted utensils moving about, hinting at the constant activity it takes to keep the household moving.
Lupin is greeting Mrs. Weasley, and before long I am pulled into a tight hug from her as well. "We're so happy to have you here, River, dear." Mrs Wasley says as she releases me. Can't imagine how you can stand that dreadful house.
I don't like her dismissal of Grimmauld. The house may be dreary to them, but it has offered me peace…a refuge in a world that's been nothing but hostile. I don't let my face betray my discomfort and protectiveness of the house I have come to enjoy over the past weeks though.
"Arthur in the back then?" Sirius asks as he also steps in to hug Mrs. Weasley in greeting.
"He, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, are setting up the old tent in the back for you. This house is bursting at the seams as it is." She takes Sirius' arm and Lupin and I follow them to the back garden. "Hermione will stay in Ginny's room, and Harry with Ron when they arrive next week. That leaves you three in the tent."
I breathe a sigh of relief. Even with just Molly in the Burrow right now, the house is already loud. With all the other people inside it would have been nearly impossible to feel at ease. Lupin seems to pick up on my relief and send me a soft smile and nod, no doubt he and Sirius had thought about that and asked for the tent outside so I would feel more comfortable.
Once outside, I see the vast garden, orchard, and ground around the Burrow, along with my first full look of the outside of the structure itself. It's amazing, how it stretches like a tower and twists to allow for further expansion towards the sky. It defies my understanding of physics.
"How is Newton's third law of motion disregarded in such a way? Surely gravity would require additional support to maintain equilibrium?"
"That's the beauty of magic." Lupin says beside me. "It's less about what you expect and more about your intent."
"Seems rather whimsical to disregard the law of physics." I retort. Lupin doesn't say anything further and just smiles and puts his arm around my shoulders, pulling me along with him towards the tent.
The tent is another physics defying moment. While the outside had looked like it would barely fit two individuals, let alone a whole slew that was apparently inside, it opened up into a wide, almost cavernous space, with doors leading to what is undoubtedly more rooms. The chatter inside the tent almost feels like the inside of my brain even with the dampening of Dumbledore's spell.
"Children, come and meet River." Mrs Weasley calls through the noise. Her voice seems to drag the unruly lot towards us, and I can't help but stiffen. Loud, chaotic, a mass cacophony.
"River, dear, this is Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny." Mrs Weasley says as she practically pushes me towards them, clearly ignoring my discomfort.
"Why don't you all show River the garden and orchard?" Mr Weasley moves towards Sirius and Lupin. I can hear Mrs. Weasley's not-so-subtle thoughts: "Maybe one of them will strike her fancy." Oh dear lord, this woman.
"Sure mum!" The twins say in unison before each grabbing one of my arms and dragging me back outside.
I feel the adults retreat into the house, I send a pleading look to Sirius, and I must look like a dead in headlights to him, as he just laughs and seems to convey it will be alright. I am not sure if he is the crazy one or me right now.
"So, River, how are you liking Grimmauld?" One of the twins, I think George asks me as we walk into the orchard.
"It's quiet."
"Psshh, that's one way to put that creepy house." Ron says from behind me. She probably likes it's a haunted house.
I let his errant thought slide… for now. I know even Sirius doesn't have the same affinity for the house and he grew up there. But will everyone dislike the place that feels safe to me?
"It's an acquired taste." I say with a shrug.
"Any ghosts in it? We've got ghosts at Hogwarts." Ginny asks, her mind quieter and more reserved than her brothers. Her question isn't judging, more curious, as she has never been to Grimmauld.
"No ghosts that I know of, but Sirius and Lupin won't let me take the coverings off the paintings. I don't understand why, I think it would be interesting to talk to them."
Bloody barmy this one. "You sure you're related to Sirius? You're more like… one of them." Ron asks, his step faltering to put more distance between the two of us. Don't need her to influence Harry none.
I scowl at his words, both spoken and unsaid, before schooling my features and turning to face him.. "Do you have a problem with me, Ronald Bilius Weasley?" I smile at him, like a shark would smile at its prey.
"You just seem… I dunno…" He fails, having a hard time finding the words since he has been called out. "You've got that whole… you-know-who vibe." He finally musters. Not like us.
I know who the you-know-who he's referring to is. Sirius and Lupin had explained certain names were taboo, that some things were better left unsaid. The implication of his words angers me. I haven't been here for more than five minutes and this git is already judging me, because of a family I didn't even know I had.
I continue to smile at him though. "It's funny, for someone who loathes to be judged by their family, you seem to do that a lot yourself."
Ron stands gobsmacked, while Fred, George, and Ginny all snicker into their hands. Ron turns a shade of red that almost matches his hair before turning back towards the house.
His siblings cannot hold their laughter anymore when he is halfway back to the Burrow. Clutching at their sides and clearly enjoying Ron being put in his place so quickly.
"We like you." Fred says between giggles and gasps for air.
"He's just scared you're too smart for him. Don't worry, River, we're used to it. Black or not, anyone who can keep Ron in his place is alright in our book. It's the same with Mione." George says as he and George turn to continue to tour the orchard, calling that they thought they saw a gnome and go running.
"Ron's just… Ron. Don't worry about him or the boys…they're always like that." Ginny says as she gives me a knowing, reassuring smile.
Ginny's mind is quieter than the others, an Adagio, Moonlight Sonata 1st Movement. While there are still some questions and concerns lingering underneath, they are much softer, more introspective. It makes sense that Ginny would keep something hidden from her family, who are all so loud and boisterous. She would have to be loud to be noticed, but it begs the question what does she want to be noticed for? I think I like her the best of the Weasley family so far.
After the initial day, everyone settles into a routine. Mrs. Weasley frets over all the children, Sirius's bad influence on Fred and George now that they have dropped out of Hogwarts, Lupin's physical strain, all while cooking, cleaning, and generally being motherly to all. While stifling at first, River comes to appreciate the maternal warmth. Mr. Weasley had been fascinated by River's understanding of computers. Like Ginny, she decides that she likes Arthur for his innate curiosity and his respect for her knowledge. She feels a little like a fish in a fishbowl with him, but can grasp that is the way he shows he cares.
Fred and George quickly adopt River as another sister, constantly doting on both her and Ginny, especially in front of Ron. This quickly frustrates Ron, who avoids River as much as humanly possible in the cramped Burrow. In truth, his avoidance is a relief to River, as the rest of the family's thoughts and music were more welcoming, while he remained hostile. It was nice to not have the constant reminder of being "different," nice to not have reminders of the past when everyone thought she was "strange."
Each night, Lupin leads thoughtful and knowledgeable discussion in the garden on Astronomy. From star charts, to planetary movement, to the magical qualities associated with where each star lays in the sky depending on the time of year. Sirius, Fred, George, and Ginny all join Lupin and River in these discussions, everyone finding enjoyment hearing about the fantastical way that River grew up traveling amongst the stars. They never push her to reveal more than she feels comfortable, always respecting when she seems to redirect the conversation back to the lesson at hand. Sirius in particular is quick to continue with her new line of discussion, and a few times Lupin gives her hand a reassuring squeeze, offering silent comfort when her mind begins to wander. She appreciates their understanding and support.
After each discussion, she lays in her little bed in the tent, tracing her fingers along the stars. Wondering what her life would have been like had she not come to 1996. Maybe in another life, Simon would have come to rescue her from the Academy. Maybe they would have stolen away on a ship, and found a new family, while traveling to new planets, and having new adventures. Wouldn't that have been an interesting life, indeed.
Week 8 - Defense
Sirius fetches Harry and Hermione at the start of Defense Against the Dark Arts week, and the inclusion of two new voices and minds shifts the dynamic. Mrs Weasley, Fred, and George are the constants of the bunch, adopting Harry and Hermione into the fold as more children to mother or siblings. River is able to get a reprieve when Arthur shifts his attention to asking Harry and Hermione about certain muggle artifacts, instead of just River. She knew Arthur cared, and meant no harm, but a week of being his sole focus was wearing on her ability to not feel overwhelmed.
Ginny would be visiting her friend, Luna Lovegood this week, a much-needed break she often took to escape the chaos of the Burrow for Luna's quieter, more eccentric world. That means that Hermione would have her room, effectively easing some of the strain on the Burrow. River was slightly sad when the younger girl left, as she had become a great source of comfort, a quiet mind who River felt she could relax around in the chaos of the Burrow.
But Ron, happy to have his best mates with him, becomes slightly more bold in his comments around River. He had been more subdued with his remarks when it was just his siblings, but now with Harry and Hermione by his side, he felt a surge of confidence. River couldn't help but notice how his words, though sometimes masked in humor, always had a sharp edge, subtly questioning her place amongst them.
Harry is somewhat oblivious, just happy to be away from the Dursley's. He looks as if he has lost weight since the last time River saw him, and thoughts of cupboards under stairs, withholding of food, and general mistreatment pepper his thoughts. His defense mechanism is to be more concerned with seeking joy and happiness than everything happening around him while at the Burrow.
It also seems that joy is mainly found in the form of enjoying Hermione's company. It's sweet, in a way, how Harry and Hermione seem oblivious to it. Because while Hermione made Harry happy, learning made her happy. Ever the swot, like River, Hermione was more excited about the prospect of additional lessons with Professor Lupin. She was quick to say he was by far the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor they had in their time at Hogwarts.
On Wednesday morning, Lupin had paired them up to practice casting Patronus in the garden. While Harry, Hermione, and Ron had all cast their respective Patronuses with ease, River could only manage the faintest wisp of light from her wand.
River's POV
I know it shouldn't bother me. That the others had years of practice with wands, casting spells, and mastering something I was attempting to do in weeks. But it still stings, the failure, the disappointment I feel at not being able to bring forth a Patronus.
"You're pushing yourself too much. A patronus is inherently difficult to cast, and not every wizard can summon one." Lupin says as he puts his arm on my casting arm, causing me to lower it.
"I'm not… used to failing at something." I say quietly, the rawness of my feelings evident in the tremble of my voice.
"It's okay to fail, River. Sometimes we have to in order to grow." He says as he pats my shoulder.
His words are nice, but the sting of my failure still bites at me.
"Why don't we take a break, I'll go see where Molly is with lunch." Lupin says before yelling over to the others that they can have a break as well.
I sit on the ground, close to the edge of the forest that borders the one side of the garden, and allow myself to stare off into it. I let my mind float among the trees, listening to the wind rustle in the trees, the birds chirping, the gentle hum of the magic that exists in those woods. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep…
Unfortunately, Ron decides this is an opportune time to break my reverie. "Nice to know you aren't good at everything." Ron says behind me, breaking the serenity I tried to find like a hammer to glass.
I steel myself, and let out a long sigh. "Why exactly are you so threatened by me Ron?" I turn to face him, the abruptness of my question catching him off guard.
Harry and Hermione seem to pick up on the tension between us, both looking at us curiously, but not close enough to hear.
"Is it because I'm a Black? Or is it because you're worried about being replaced?"
Ron doesn't say anything but his face flushes with anger.
"Oh… so that is it? You are projecting your own insecurity about your place in a world you were born into on the person who barely understands it and is just trying to comprehend and understand where I am."
I don't have anything else to say to Ron. His own insecurity clearly blinding him to how he is lashing out. I turn away from him and again try to find serenity in the forest. I feel the weight of Ron's anger behind me, prickling along my skin like static before a storm. My breath catches in my throat as I sense his magic swell, the chaos of Ron's music climbing behind me.
The woods go eerily silent, and I hear Harry and Hermione call out "Ron, no!" "Stop! Ron, STOP!"
Whatever spell Ron was going to cast on me though, he doesn't get the chance. A streak of gray, almost blue wizzes past where I sit, launching itself at Ron. The small creature hisses, its sharp fangs glinting in the sunlight as it tries to attack. Ron flailed, swatting wildly as if it were some nightmarish beast instead of a ball of fluff.
Ron screams out in terror as he falls back, swatting at the thing attacking him. "AHHH! GET IT OFF ME, GET IT OFF!"
As I approach the ball of fluff, it hisses at Ron some more. "Shhh… there, there, it's alright." The thing, which looks like a small gray cat like ball of fluff with long fangs quickly looks to me, hopping off Ron and into my arms. I hadn't noticed the creature before, but it seemed to emerge from the shadows of the forest, drawn to the tension like a silent guardian. It nuzzles for a second before its big eyes stare up at me with affection and icy blue eyes. "Were you protecting me?"
It almost seems to blink a contented yes as it settles in further.
"WHAT IS THAT THING?!" Ron screams as Harry helps him up and away from where I am standing with the ball of terror in my arms.
"It looks like a Fanged Puffskein." Hermione says, as she comes over towards me and gets a better look. "They are known to have telepathic sensitivities. It must have sensed you were about to cast on River while her back was turned Ronald." Hermione adds the last bit with as much scolding as she can.
"Seriously mate, what is with you?" Harry asks his best friend.
"Great, just great, now I have you all questioning me, and she has… that thing." His anger is beginning to lose steam though, and he turns to stomp back to the Burrow. "One mangy beast was enough, and now there will be two!" He yells as he heads inside.
The Fanged Puffskein was indeed here to stay. Sirius, Lupin, The Weasley's, Harry, and Hermione, and Hermione's own familiar Crookshanks, were all absolutely smitten with the tiny menace that had defended River. River couldn't help but smile as Sirius and Hermione doted on Nyx, their fondness for the tiny creature a rare moment of softness in an otherwise tense week. It felt... nice, to see her new companion welcomed into their strange, makeshift family.
River had decided not to share what it was defending her from, a fact that Harry and Hermione seemed to appreciate, with silent words of thanks projected towards her. Ron, however, seemed to be on edge, waiting for her to tell Sirius and Lupin, or worse, his mother. Seeing him that skittish and enjoying the reprieve it brought was enough retribution for River. She didn't want to give Ronald Weasley any more thought that she needed to.
The rest of the week passed without further incident. River could not successfully summon a Patronus, but her wisp did grow a little stronger. She credited that to Nyx, her constant companion, quiet, and watchful.
When Sunday morning came, Sirius, Lupin, River, Harry, and Hermione were set to depart the Burrow for Grimmauld. As River thanked Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, she felt a quiet gratitude. The Burrow, though chaotic and loud with so many varied minds and music, had given her a glimpse into something she rarely experienced: warmth. It was different from the cool protectiveness she felt at Grimmauld, and while she wasn't sure she'd ever feel at ease in such a place, she could appreciate its charm from a distance.
The group Floo'd to Grimmauld, and Kreacher was there to greet them as they arrived. He paid no mind to anyone but his Mistress Black. Kreacher's eyes narrowed as he took in the ball of fur nestled in River's arms, his gnarled hands twitching slightly. For a moment, it seemed like the house-elf would protest. But after a long, silent stare, something shifted. Kreacher gave a curt nod, some sort of silent understanding was reached, and Nyx followed suit.
Week 9 - O.W.L.s
After eight weeks… the time has come, the Walrus said, and River would have five days of intensive O.W.L.S. at the Ministry of Magic. She would be escorted to and from the Ministry by Sirius each day of her exams via a private Floo connection to avoid the press that was hounding the Ministry daily on more details about the Veil and River Marie Black. The first three days being double subject examinations days. The exams would be laid out as follows.
Day 1: Potions (Written), Charms (Written & Practical)
Day 2: Defense Against the Dark Arts (Written & Practical), Herbology (Theory)
Day 3: Transfiguration (Written & Practical), Astronomy (Written & Practical)
Day 4: Herbology (Practical), Overflow
Day 5: History of Magic (Written), Overflow
Thankfully, given the time constraint, Dumbledore had been able to petition the Ministry to accept her potion from Professor Snape's tutoring in place of a practical exam. River was hopeful that she would not need the Overflow periods for previous exams.
Everyone at Grimmauld offered to help River, each in their own distinct way. Hermione and Lupin had offered to quiz her on the next day's subject. Harry had offered her sweets, but she found the chocolate frogs to be problematic. Sirius had tried to take her flying to relax at the end of each day, but she politely declined. In the end, she yelled at them that "you're all too loud!" with magical tension hovering around her, and storming off to her room to curl up with Nyx and lose time staring into the flames in the fireplace. They all left her alone after that, only sending Kreacher with food.
By the end of the last day of exams, Sirius picks up River from the Ministry, and quickly ushers her to the floo and back to Grimmauld. She doesn't even try to stay downstairs for dinner, instead going upstairs to her room, and telling Kreacher and the house to not let anyone bother her till at least the next day, and again retreating to the comfort of her bed and Nyx nuzzling next to her. The purrs, contented meows, and the soft, gentle music of the Fanged Puffskein were the sounds she focuses on to allow her mind to relax.
River's POV
By noon the next day, I feel as if my Fugue is starting to be back in tune after a strenuous week of exams. I still only slept a few hours, but I'm thankful that no one bothered me. Even Kreacher had seen fit to leave me be. Nyx was my guiding star, as she snuggled into my side and purred, lulling me into meditative reprieve from the world outside that room.
The reprieve is broken by the palpable excitement and drumroll of minds waiting for me at the table for lunch.
"River, they're here!" Hermione says as she thrusts an envelope into my hands.
"Came with the morning post." Sirius says as he stands near Lupin, waiting for me to open my results.
I trace my name, River Marie Black, in the pretty script on the front of the envelope. I will never receive a letter to Hogwarts, but this feels like a worthy substitute; and indication that I am somewhere I belong.
"Well, open them already!" Harry says excitedly.
I turn the envelope over in my hand, using the knife at my seat to slide under the wax seal. I gently take out the paper folded neatly inside.
XXX
Ministry of Magic
Department of Magical Examinations
September 25th, 1996
Dear Miss Black,
We are pleased to inform you that the results of your Ordinary Wizarding Level (O.W.L.) examinations have been finalized and are as follows:
O.W.L. Results:
Charms: Outstanding
Defense Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding
Potions: Outstanding
Astronomy: Exceeds Expectations
Herbology: Exceeds Expectations
Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations
History of Magic: Acceptable
Your outstanding performance, particularly in Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions, demonstrates an exceptional grasp of magical theory and practical application. We encourage you to continue pursuing excellence in these areas as you move forward in your studies.
We trust you will be as proud of these achievements as we are to report them. Best of luck in your future endeavors.
Yours sincerely,
Griselda Marchbanks
Head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority
Ministry of Magic
XXX
I'm not surprised by the Acceptable result in History of Magic, that week having been the most challenging from a theoretical level for me. I am very pleased to see I received an Outstanding in Potions. Professor Snape would not be able to diminish this achievement. The only subject I thought I would do better in was Astronomy, but Exceeds Expectations is still quite good.
I hand the paper over to Lupin and Sirius to read. Harry and Hermione gather around them to see as well.
"River, this is truly remarkable." Sirius says as he moves to gather me into a hug. It takes me a moment to settle into it and relax enough to let myself hug him back.
"You really should be proud of yourself. What you accomplished in a matter of weeks was not easy." Hermione says from the side, happiness for me showing.
I take an uneasy breath in, let it fill my lungs, and then exhale it along with some of the tension I feel. "Thank you, all of you, for helping." But what I am really saying behind those words, is thank you for accepting me here.
Discussion over lunch moves from my results to a trip to Diagon Alley and to a trip to Gringotts. I am not thrilled with the idea of going back, especially since I had been able to hide in relative anonymity for the past few weeks. Sirius seems to pick up on my unease, and quickly offers to take me to Gringotts under Harry's invisibility cloak, so he can have me added to the Black Vault. Lupin, Hermione, and Harry would then get my supplies for the new year, and we would all meet back here after.
Several hours later, Sirius and I return from Gringotts, mission successful. The goblins of Gringotts had been most peculiar to me, as instead of music, the insides of their minds were like ticking clocks running at different speeds. With all the paperwork filled at the Ministry several weeks before, they easily accepted Sirius' request to bestow privileges to the Black Family Vault. I was assured that anything I needed, I could purchase without him questioning the amount, "Fund a Bloody Revolution for all I care, that will get them rolling in their graves!" Sirius had chuckled animatedly at the thought.
When Lupin, Hermione, and Harry return from Diagon Alley, they are twittering with gossip that we will have a new Potions Professor at Hogwarts this year. While Harry and Hermione seem to be pleased with the prospect, I am a little dismayed. I secretly would have loved the opportunity to prove my worth to Snape again, and he was a thorough and knowledgeable Professor.
We spend the rest of Saturday and Sunday morning in the garden of Grimmauld, enjoying the last day we will all be together before Lupin and Sirius take us to King's Cross tomorrow morning. It's an easy peace, soothing, and I find myself daydreaming about future times with all of us here.
Sunday evening, Harry, Hermione and I are all in our respective rooms getting all our last bits and bobs packed for the journey the next day. Nyx sits on a pillow, watching me carefully, as if cataloging everything herself. I'm a quarter way through packing my belongings when a short knock came from the doorway. I don't look up to avoid losing my mental count of quills and parchment rolls, but gently call out. "You can come in, Sirius."
The door cracks open, and Sirius peers inside skeptically. Bloody homicidal house… bloody in-bred piece of shit family…
"The room won't bite...Nyx might though." I chuckle, as I scratch behind my familiar's ears and turn to give him my attention.
"Are you sure about the room?" Sirius questions.
I roll my eyes at his silly question. "This isn't about the room, is it?"
"No…" Sirius chuckles. "I'll have to get used to you knowing what's really the heart of the matter, won't I?"
"Your thoughts are very loud."
"Sorry." He says as he scratches the back of his head.
"You don't need to be, you didn't make me this way."
Flashes of cold stone floors… cold so deep it buries inside your bones… and nothing but your mind to keep you company flash through Sirius' eyes before he steels himself to get back to what he came here to discuss. "Look, this.." he motions with his hand to indicate to me. "is all new, for me. Lupin at least had a year with all the students at Hogwarts, but I find myself a bit perplexed about how exactly to…"
I roll my lips in my mouth to keep from laughing. "Deal with a seventeen year old girl who has more trauma than a psych ward?"
"Are you really going to drag this out and make me say it when you already know?" Sirius says with an exasperated sigh.
"It is fun." I give him a small giggle as I wait for him to continue.
"I just wanted you to know how proud I am… to call you a Black." Sirius says as he moves to pet Nyx. " Sirius pauses, his eyes searching mine for something I'm not sure he even understands. The air between us feels heavy, like it's weighed down by the shared history of our name, of all the ghosts that linger in our shared bloodline.
"I know you didn't choose this. This house, this name..." Sirius continues as he gesticulates. "Just know you don't have to be like any of them, though. You can be different. You already are." His voice is quiet, but I can feel the conviction in his words.
For a moment, there's a rare vulnerability in his thoughts, a softness that feels raw and unfamiliar. "Thank you," I reply, my voice just as low. "For letting me be here. For letting me be... me."
Sirius' lips twitch into a faint smile. "Of course. You belong here, River. Always."
His mind goes quiet, a calm that settles over both of us. He turns to leave, but before he reaches the door, he looks back over his shoulder, an unspoken promise in his eyes.
"Goodnight, River."
"Goodnight, Sirius."
Several hours after I finish packing… I don't sleep, how could I? The excitement of departing for another school makes me think of tainted memories. Memories of white corridors, of needles, hidden machinations. I remind myself this will be different, that this isn't the Academy. Still, a chill settles over me as I sit with Nyx and stare out the window into the night sky.
A pop of apparition lets me know Kreacher is here. "Kreacher brings another letter from A Friend, Mistress Black."
I turn to face him as he places the letter in my hands. The same thick paper as the last two, the same delicate script addressed to me.
XXX
My Dear Miss Black,
Your note was received with much pleasure, and I hope the book has proven useful in your studies.
As you prepare to return to Hogwarts, let this guide your steps: true strength is not found in how others perceive you, but in the grace with which you navigate your choices. The name you bear is both a legacy and a privilege—wield it with wisdom, and it will serve you well. And should circumstances demand it, know that sometimes a firm hand may be necessary to protect what is dear.
With the warmest regards,
A Friend
XXX
I stay there, taking comfort in Nyx and silently rereading and interpreting the missive's words until dawn breaks over the rooftops of London.
AN: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I do, especially the easter eggs for Firefly/Serenity. They will not be making an appearance in this fic, but it's still nice to have nods to them. This fic still does not have a Beta, so if you would be interested please let me know.