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Frank stood in the room that had been set aside for him to change, getting himself ready for the day that was too come. Getting to this day had been a bit of a struggle, but he didn’t question any part of it. Frank had started falling for Alice the minute he met her. Everything about her drew him closer. She was a force to be reckon with and he had no doubt that she would destroy anything in her way. He first asked her to marry him when she graduated and when he finished his Auror training. Unfortunately, he told her no because she wanted to wait and get a chance to live her life. He respected that, wanting to make sure she was ready as well. It wasn’t until about a year later when she finally told him to ask again, and he did. The word ‘yes’ had never meant so much to him. He loved Alice with everything he had, so spending the rest of his life with her meant the world to him. 

 As he finished tying his bow tie, there happened to be knock on his door. “Come in.” He called, double checking himself in the mirror before turning towards the person. It was Alice’s father telling him that Alice had requested his presence. “She knows we’re not supposed to see each other until it’s time.” Even though the statement held a sigh, there was still a smile on his face as he made his way down the hall and to her door. Taking in a slow breath, he paused before knocking on the door of where she was changing. “Don’t open the door because I want to see you at the alter,” He spoke at first. “But what’s going on? Are you alright?” Frank leaned against the door a little, that way he could hear her better. 

Sybill had always been pragmatic, organized, and paranoid. 

She’d known about The Order of the Phoenix and Death Eaters before most people her own age had even heard of Voldemort. Throughout Hogwarts she’d tried neutrality- befriended folks who belonged to the light and the dark in equal measure, and even those whose glow was somewhat more gray and indistinct.In the end, she’d decided she was simply a woman with too many strong opinions to sit down and be quiet. 

There was a future where everyone respected her and her gift, she’d seen it. She could craft it. So what if a few faceless muggleborns had to die- they’d never be able to understand Sybill. Just like her muggle mother, so terrified of the gift that she’d claimed her daughter was the devil and tried to kill her! If donning a mask and cloak and sporting a strange mark on her arm was the way to this world where she could be herself, then so be it.

The idea of getting too familiar with any of the other group members hadn’t exactly appealed at first, but she’d warmed to them slowly and found herself a strange little family. Not all of them knew what she was truly capable of, but there were people she had trusted with her secret.

Namely, Evan Rosier. Voldemort had seen fit to pair the two of them on quiet a lot of missions- her foresight and his brutality made them a force to be reckoned with. 

It wouldn’t have been impossible to resist developing warm feelings for him. He had plenty of flaws. He drank too much, he was prone to violence, he could be cold and withdrawn. He was charming, loyal, sharp tongued... And bloody gorgeous.

She’d started bringing him a flask of tea as well as one for herself, and he’d taken to always keeping that particular butterfly knife she liked on hand for her use. They held hands if they were running from trouble. Sometimes, if he walked her home after they’d both had a few too many drinks, they’d kiss in the doorway. A few days ago they’d sat on her sofa planning this mission and he’d put an arm around her. Somehow, it had ended with them making out against her hideous floral cushions.

Sybill blinked, pushing the memory and the warmth it brought rising to her cheeks far far away. Luckily her distraction hadn’t caused them any problems, and hopefully Evan hadn’t even spotted it. “That’s his assistant.” She nodded to the woman who was leaving The Ministry building- the two of them weren’t in disguise yet, just loitering in the shadows. She sipped her tea then slipped the flask back into her bag. “You ready to do this?”

Some would think it was old that there was a point in time where Bellatrix wasn’t always the calculating person she was known to be. In fact, at one point she resembled a normal child who was capable of great imagination that was only fueled by her younger sisters. Today a meeting was going on inside the Black Manor meaning that the three girls were expected to keep outside while their father worked. Bellatrix had taken to camping in the garden surrounded by the rose bushes that her mother grew, sitting underneath them where neither of her sisters could see her.

“Meda, are you hiding?” She questioned with a low voice in hopes that Narcissa wouldn’t hear her. Her giggled stifled by her hand coming over her mouth as she heard the steps of one of the other girls passing by her. She had always been stealthy, hidden perfectly where she wouldn’t be seen unless her sister dropped to her knees and crawled.

It was their first Christmas in the small home that they’d bought, a starter home, or so Arthur liked to swear to Molly when the discussion of their future kids came up. A smile always pressed to his lips at the topic. Their future kids. They’d been together for long enough and moving in together had been smoother than he’d ever dream it could be. He stood in the kitchen flipping flapjacks, burning toast and squeezing fresh orange juice. The sun had just started to kiss the horizon but Arthur knew he had to be up this early to beat Molly into the kitchen. 

At the steps coming down the stairs, he began flailing, unsure of where to continue this but also glad that he’d put on an apron. It concealed the shape of the velvet box in his pocket perfectly. “Oi.” He called out knowing that she could hear him despite not being in sight just yet. “I can’t serve breakfast in bed if you’re not in bed.” The man warned knowing full well that there was no way that she was turning around now. Especially considering she likely smelled the toast that was burning. “Fuckin’ hell.” Arthur murmured turning to fish it out of the toaster and plopping it on to a plate.

Hearing the loud, infection giggling from the garden, James poked his head out the kitchen window. “Oi, what are you two planning out there?” he called out, hiding the smile that threatened to over take his lips at his two children. “Nothing!” a voice called back, and James couldn’t stop the raised eyebrow that was directed at his son. Harry looked back at him with his best attempt at a serious and innocent face as he said, “Really Dad, it’s nothing, don’t worry.” Only a moment later, a higher, smaller voice answered, “Yeah Daddy it’s nothing” and James couldn’t stop himself from looking up to the heavens for help. It was never a good when both his son and daughter denied any sort of mischief. 

Without second thought, he answered, “Your Mum is going to be home in less than half an hour, so if you’re planning on doing anything unsavory, I’d do it before she gets here” he warned, and he was unsurprised at the resounding giggles that followed. Leaving the Hit Wizard department was the best thing he had ever done. James was happy to be a consultant on the tough cases. It paid well, and it kept him out of the immediate danger that came with being in the field. This, being able to spend the vast majority of time with his kids, was everything James ever wanted. Hearing the front door open, he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. He moved towards the hall to greet his wife with a smile, “Hello, luv” he greeted, “the spawnllings are up to no good in the back garden, and personally, I cannot wait to see what they’ve come up with this time”.

Sybill had floated through jobs after graduation. She’d been a waitress and a cashier and a retail assistant and a bartender and a stressed out, unemployed, clueless lump on a hideous floral sofa. 

Her father kept telling her to take a job at The Ministry- they’d called, and logically it was the right move. Steady paycheck, easy commute, the kind of coffee getting file sorting work she’d be able to do in her sleep. That was the problem- she wanted to do something that’d make her feel good and useful and appreciated. Besides, with the things information her visions made her privy too? The Ministry was not going to be a safe place of employment for long, and certainly didn’t lend her the kind of power she needed if what she knew was ever going to be useful.

It came to her while she was stirring sugar into her second herbal tea of the afternoon and looking over the job openings in the paper. Witch Weekly was hiring. Assistant work, not too far from what The Ministry offered. More hours, less pay. But Rita Skeeter was in charge.

Powerful recognized powerful, and it didn’t take too long for Sybill to climb the ladder, working her way to Rita’s personal assistant. What had surprised her was the offer to have her own occasional guest column- if you insist on being so verbose I insist on taking advantage of it, Rita had said. She’d started simple enough- proper crystal uses, herb drying. Harmless, sentimental stuff. It reached the point where Rita just approved them without a glance, trusting what Sybill would have to say. She wouldn’t have called that a mistake exactly, but it was certainly a slip of freedom she was going to take advantage of.

With friends working in The Ministry it had been easy enough to get some late night access, slipping away with secret files, making notes, keeping track of what her visions told her. Stupid bureaucrats weren’t going to know what was coming for them.

Rita couldn’t be too mad. Technically, it was gossip. With very hard evidence. Exposing Death Eaters and corruption within Ministry walls. Like usual she hadn’t even read the article before letting it go through. But now she was doing her final proofread of the finished magazine, and it wasn’t impossible she’d spot the short but devastating piece of writing. Sybill sat at her desk with a cup of tea, organizing the schedule for next weeks meetings and waiting for her boss- and friend- to storm in with something to say.

Stalking into the room, James tossed down a file on the kitchen table, “We’ve been given a task”. He’d known it was coming, especially after they were official brought into the fold. They were having their loyalty tested, and it was hardly surprising. Despite coming from an accepting family, James had never been one to fall into his parent’s footsteps. Being sorted into Slytherin was the best thing that could have happened to him. It brought out the nature in him that had been buried deep inside of him. He had tried to burry it, but it came out none the less.

James was hardly surprised their task, and he was sure it was mostly for his own benefit. He’d been the one that dabbled with all types of people during Hogwarts, and so it was unsurprising that he was being asked to snuff out an old flame. The Entwhistle family were a known muggleborn family, and the pair of them were meant to take them out. Sure, James had slept with the oldest boy whilst in Hogwarts, but he was hardly willing to die for him. “It doesn’t matter how we do it, so long as it gets done,” James commented, pulling out two beers from their fridge and handing one to Sirius. “Of course, if you have a preference, I’m all ears” he grinned.

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