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Marauders Second Christmas

Happy April Fools Day, or as we call it in this house, Marauders Second Christmas

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The Sacred Twenty Eight

1- The Three Black Sisters

" Andromeda, hurry up! Bellatrix and Narcissa are already down here! " Druella Black shouted through one of the expansive hallways of Black Manor on the morning of September first.

Andromeda Black was running late. She was hurrying around her bedroom, bewitching all of her robes and schoolbooks into her trunk at a ridiculous speed. She knew she should have packed the night before, but she had stayed up late convincing Narcissa that starting Hogwarts would definitely be a good thing. Now she could almost hear her mother's irritation.

Druella Black did not like her children to keep her waiting. In fact, Druella didn't like anyone to keep her waiting. She was one of the harshest women that Andromeda knew.

As her last Slytherin robe fluttered into the trunk, Andromeda waved her wand and followed her now levitating trunk out the door and down the stairs.

" Honestly Andromeda" her mother said irritably when she came down the stairs in her jumper, " You're going to make your sisters late"

" Sorry Mum" Andromeda said sheepishly, her trunk placing itself next to the other two in the sitting.

The other two Black sisters, Bellatrix and Narcissa were standing next to their mother, having been waiting for Andromeda to come downstairs.

Andromeda hoped her mother wasn't too upset with her. Out of all three of her daughters. Druella was always the most critical and harsh with Andromeda. Perhaps it was because she was the middle child, or perhaps it was something else. Andromeda never knew, but she learned early that it was best to never get on her mother's bad side.

Bellatrix looked at Andromeda wistfully, " Leave her alone, Mum. She's here now"

Andromeda smiled at Bellatrix, " Thank you, Bella" she told her.

Meanwhile Narcissa was bouncing slightly. She was obviously nervous. She would be starting Hogwarts today.

" Will you stop bouncing, Cissy?" Bellatrix said turning to her quickly, " It's Hogwarts, you'll be fine"

Narcissa bit her lip nervously.

Andromeda couldn't help but notice the differences between Bellatrix and Narcissa's appearances when they stood together like that.

They were both beautiful. All of the Black girls were. But Bellatrix was a dark beauty. With a massive amount of black curly hair and very sharp features. She always looked up at people from beneath her heavily lidded eyes, and her look could be describes as nothing short of a vicious pretty.

Andromeda and Bellatrix looked quite similar.

If it wasn't for Andromeda's straight hair and tanned skin, she and Bellatrix could be twins. Even despite the year age difference. Sometimes it was hard to tell Bellatrix was a year older.

Narcissa however, was the opposite. She had a head full of white blonde hair and a rosy complexion.

She was the essence of white, looking like the complete opposite of Bellatrix.

All three of the Black girls were exceptionally beautiful. Something that had pleased their parents immensely. Now there was no need for Cygnus and Druella to worry. Of course with beauty and breeding like their daughters had, there would be no reason that they wouldn't marry respectable pureblood wizards.

" Alright" Druella Black said extending out both her arms, " Come on, no need to be any later than we already are"

Andromeda clutched onto her mother's right arm, as Bellatrix and Narcissa clutched the other one.

Andromeda couldn't wait until she was old enough to apparate. She only had to wait a year, and then she wouldn't have to depend on her mother to make sure she got to Kings Cross on time every year.

She felt the familiar tug behind her navel as the four women apparated to Platform 9 ¾.

A little excerpt from my Ted and Andromeda fic, The Sacred Twenty Eight

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11323111/1/The-Sacred-Twenty-Eight

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Killed Her Personally - Ch. 10

“Rosmerta!" Sirius chanted loudly at the young barmaid, "I need your finest table for eight, please and of course, the pleasure of your company."

Madame Rosemerta looked up from the bar and flashed Sirius a cocky grin. She was young. Not much older than we were, with bright green eyes and a head full of curly blonde hair. Every male in the pub spent half their time there trying to get her attention, something Sirius and James had become experts at. Even Peter and Remus were staring at her like she was a witch weekly cover model. Marlene was looking at her with less interest. In fact, there was something a little cruel in her eyes, like she was sizing the barmaid up.

"Four girls, Sirius?" Rosmerta said shaking her head. "Isn't that a little much, even for you?"

Sirius beamed at her, and placed his hand over his heart. "Yes, it is. But don't you see? It takes four birds to fill the hole you've left in my heart, Madame."

"You've broken his heart, Rosie," James agreed.

Rosmerta rolled her eyes as she cleaned a fire whiskey glass. "There's a booth in the back that will fit you lot. Eight butterbeers then?"

"Seven gingerbread ones," Sirius said. "And I'll take a firewhiskey."

Rosmerta raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Oh, so you're now a seventeen-year-old fifth year?" she asked sarcastically. "I wouldn't boast about that if I were you."

Sirius nodded dramatically. "Yes, you missed my last birthday, and Merlin did that hurt me," he shook his head sadly, "That's alright though. I know how busy you are."

"Eight butterbeers coming right up," Rosmerta said pointing in the direction of the booth.

"Worth a shot," Peter said patting Sirius' shoulder. "One of these days she'll come around."

"Yeah when you actually turn seventeen," Remus added shaking his head.

Sirius waved them off as we took a seat in the crowded booth. The eight of us barely fit, but Marlene didn't seem to mind being shoved between Mary and Sirius.

"Puh-lease," Sirius said confidently. "Everyone knows Rosie wants me. It's only a matter of time."

"Isn't she dating that bloke who owns the joke shop?" Mary asked him, "Zelmer Zonko?"

"She is." Remus added, casting a specific look at Sirius as if he disapproved of his mate's callous disregard for her relationship status.

"Semantics," Sirius said leaning back against the booth, smiling confidently.

James nodded in agreement. "Beautiful birds always have someone. Until they have someone new."

"That's not always true," Lily told him, "sometimes people wait for people they actually care about, you know."

James grinned at her. "Of course, I know that. Why do you think I'm always waiting around for you?"

A little excerpt from my fic Killed Her Personally. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12936252/1/Killed-Her-Personally

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Killed Her Personally - CH 1.

"You mean…." I trailed off. "You-Know-Who?" Mary gave a tiny, terrified nod, and I felt my stomach give a lurch that had nothing to do with the train's speed. Mary had gone silent, her face draining of color, and Marlene watched us with careful eyes, her lips pulled into a tight line.

It had started the summer before our first year. The news of a terrifying dark wizard, so powerful his name couldn't be spoken, who rallied for the rights of wizards over muggles, and his call for blood purity. At first, it had only been meetings, but he had gained support over the years, and his followers, Death Eaters, had proved their dedication to him. Now muggle and muggleborns killings were happening more frequently, as You-Know-Who swept the nation for support and followers. It was ideas like his that drove Aubleus to kill my parents, for being an inter-blooded couple. Aurelia Greengass had dishonored her family by marrying a muggleborn.

"It's not just talk, anymore," Marlene said quietly. "Not like it used to be. They're killing now. I heard my brothers talking about it with my dad. You-Know-Who is gaining more followers, trying to rid the world of dirty blood," Marlene gave an angry eye roll. "And they say, he's recruiting. It's strange how much support he's gotten from these Pureblood purists. You should have heard the fight my sister Meredith got into with my Grandmother when she said she agreed with some of his points, It was nasty. Myra had to literally step in front of Gran to stop Mer from hexing her. She's probably gone and written Meredith out of the will now…"

"Your grandmother agrees with You-Know-Who?" I asked disbelief, my mouth hanging open.

Marlene shrugged her shoulders. "You know Old Birdface, she still thinks it's 1898, when most wizards are Purebloods. She remembers it was easier back then, before blood purity was a concern." Mary's eyes narrowed to slits. "Not that it's right," Marlene added quickly, seeing the expression on her face.

"It's a load of dragon dung," I assured Mary. "Blood status means nothing. If it did, Lily wouldn't be one of the best in the year and the Slytherins wouldn't be such absolute morons."

Mary cracked a tiny smile, and then stared off out of the window, watching the rolling hills pass by. For a while we sat in silence while I read through the prophet and Marlene absentmindedly stroked her owl's wings, resting her head on my shoulder. After that we went over our summer's both Mary and Marlene had much more interesting stores to tell than I did. Marlene had spent the entire summer in her beach house in the South of France, and Mary had gone to America for two weeks to visit her mother's cousin. When there were lulls in conversation, I found myself thinking about the man I had seen outside of the orphanage. There was something so terrifying about his presence. I couldn't shake the way he spoke, or the shiver that it gave me.

A little excerpt from my fic Killed Her Personally : Ch. 1 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12936252/1/Killed-Her-Personally

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"Doing homework?" a voice asked in front of us. "Surely, you birds have something more interesting to do on a Friday night?"

It was Sirius. He and the other Marauders had reemerged from the dormitory and were standing over the backs of the armchairs in front of us.

"It's not homework," Marlene told him. "I'm ratting on my brother, if you must know."

Sirius chuckled and plopped himself down in one of the armchairs in front of us. "That's not much more interesting." James took the armchair beside him, and Remus and Peter made themselves comfortable on the squishy rug beside them.

Marlene raised an eyebrow. "Well it doesn't look as though you have any real interesting Friday night plans either."

James shook his head. "Not exactly. We couldn't think of a blasted thing to do to be perfectly honest. I can't wait until Quidditch practices start up again. Remind me to pester you're ebrother about that McKinnon, and we've already hexed a Hufflepuff, and Snivellus isn't around, so we're pretty bored, I'd say."

"Do you have to seek out Severus all the time?" I asked him. Sirius groaned, and James rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, Meadowes don't tell me you're a Slytherin lover like Evans," he said darkly.

I shook my head. "No. I don't particularly like him either, but I just don't see why you have to constantly start things with him. You know it infuriates Lily to no end."

"Well for starters," Sirius said. "It's fun."

A little Excerpt from Ch. 4 Creatures of Habit in my Killed Her Personally story. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12936252/4/Killed-Her-Personally

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I’ve been reading so much fan fiction I accidentally said Merlin today when I got frustrated

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“The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them… in here.”

— Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

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First Wizarding War (1970-1981)

Imagine that Voldemort’s powerful now… You’re scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing… Terror everywhere - panic, confusion… 

That’s how it used to be.