The drawing room of the Black family home at 12 Grimmauld Place was dark and somber, with heavy drapes and old-fashioned furniture. It was a quiet summer evening, and faint light from the setting sun filtered through the windows.

Sirius Black sat in an armchair, his face showing signs of exhaustion and contemplation. Across from him, his son, Alphard Black, perched on the arm of a sofa with a curious expression on his face.

"Father, do you ever think about Mom?" Alphard asked, breaking the silence.

Sirius sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the fireplace.

"Of course I do, Alphard. Not a day goes by when I don't think about her. Your mother was extraordinary. She brought light into my life when I needed it most."

"What was she like? I mean, I have some memories of her , but they're so blurry."

Sirius smiled faintly. "She was kind and full of life. She had this way of making everyone around her feel warm and welcome. Her laughter could fill a room. She loved you and Rosalie so much; you two were her world. She planned everything for you—your first day at Hogwarts, your Quidditch matches, the day you would have girlfriends and boyfriends, and even your weddings."

Alphard sighed. "I wish I could remember more about her. It's hard sometimes."

Sirius reached over and placed a hand on Alphard's shoulder.

"I know, son. It's hard for me, too. Losing her was the hardest thing I've ever been through. I wish I could have been there more for you and Rosalie after she passed, but things were complicated," he paused. "I really didn't want you to grow up with my mother, a very  harsh woman she was."

"I know, Dad. You've done your best."

"Thank you, Alphard. I wish I could have shielded you both from all the darkness. Your mother would have wanted you to grow up in a happier place. But life doesn't always work out that way," Sirius said.

"But we have each other now, right? And we still have memories of Mom," Alphard said.

Sirius smiled back. "Yes, we do. And that's something no one can take away from us. I'm proud of the young man you've become, Alphard. Your mother would be proud, too."

"Thanks, Dad. I'm glad we had this talk. It helps, you know?"

Sirius nodded. "I'm glad, too. Whenever you want to talk about your mother or anything else, just let me know. I'm here for you." He then took a picture from the box. "Here, this one is from two months after your birth."

The picture showed a young Regulus, who looked scared to hold a baby, holding baby Alphard with the help of Alexandra.

"I see the Blacks are having a meeting without me," said Regulus's voice from the back of the room. He came to his brother and nephew and sat by their side.

"I remember this one here; it was the first time I ever saw you," said Regulus.

Sirius then handed them another picture. "This was from our wedding. Guess who they are, Alphard!"

"Well, this is you, Mum, Uncle Regg, and I guess this one is James, Harry's father, since they look alike. This must be Frank Longbottom; they just look so much alike. And this—" Alphard paused. "No way, how did you convince him to be here!" Alphard said, pointing to Lord Alphard Black, his great uncle.

"Uncle Alphard is the best. He always supported me. He even managed to get Regulus to the wedding without anyone noticing their absence," said Sirius.

"Of course, what would Mother do if she saw the heirs to the most noble house of Black interacting with half-bloods and Muggle-borns?" Regulus said, mimicking the last part. "Now get ready, you two; the Order will be here sooner than you think."

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The scene then shifted to the Order of the Phoenix gathering at 12 Grimmauld Place. The room was filled with murmurs and whispers as members of the Order were spread out across the room, some seated around the large table and others standing against the walls. Sirius Black stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding despite his disheveled appearance. His brother, Regulus Black, who had joined the Order, stood beside him. His nephew, Alphard Black, was conversing quietly with Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.

Mad-Eye Moody, with his magical eye whizzing about, muttered something to Severus Snape, who scowled at him in response. As the discussion continued, the door creaked open, and in walked Rosalie Black, Sirius's daughter. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and she bore a confident stride, although she looked exhausted.

"I've got some important news," Rosalie announced as she stepped further into the room. "I've been keeping an eye on Diagon Alley, and there's been some unusual activity near Knockturn Alley. I think the Death Eaters might be trying to rally support. I think the dark lord is gaining power and they know it!"

Sirius nodded at his daughter proudly, acknowledging her effort. Snape, however, gave a skeptical look. "And what are your sources, Black?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

Rosalie shot Snape a condescending smile. "Oh, my sources are troubling you, aren't they? Must be frustrating not to be in the loop for once. Is it, Severus?"

Snape's scowl deepened, but Rosalie wasn't finished. "A Black never bends the knee, for we are born to lead, not follow. If I were you, I would've shut my mouth."

Snape's retort was cold and aloof. "I have my ways of gathering information. Better than a foolish teenage girl," he said with a smirk.

Sirius wanted to speak, but before he opened his mouth, Rosalie responded.

"Right, skulking in shadows and spying on conversations is what you call collecting information?" Rosalie quipped, her sarcasm clear. "That's a productive use of time. My sources are reliable, Snape."

"Arrogant, irresponsible little girl, just like that James Potter and father of yours—"

"Pity you're still stuck in the past. What, still traumatized, offended, or humiliated? Don't answer this; I guess we both know the answer to that," she said.

Everyone was stunned. Sirius had his mouth wide open as he realized how much his daughter resembled him. He was amazed.

Before Snape could respond, Alphard, who had been watching intently, stepped forward. "You think my sister needs to justify herself to you?" he asked Snape, his tone sharp.

Snape turned his attention to Alphard, his expression hard. He wanted to respond, but the twins delivered their iconic line in perfect unison: "For Merlin's sake, shut it, Snivellus!"

The room went silent as the Black twins stared down Snape, who seethed with anger. But the twins held their ground with defiance and satisfaction.

Rosalie continued, her voice unwavering. "Remember this moment, Snape. I am not an easy target, nor are they," she said, pointing at her family. "And before you question my loyalty or methods, remember I'm just as capable as my father and my uncle James. So don't underestimate me."

Snape held their gaze for a moment longer before turning away with a sneer. The tension was palpable, and the Order members exchanged glances, knowing they had just witnessed a bold moment of defiance from the twins.

Mad-Eye Moody cleared his throat to redirect the conversation, and the meeting continued, albeit with a noticeable undercurrent of tension.

After the meeting concluded, Rosalie stepped out into the backyard, seeking some quiet after the heated exchange. Regulus followed her, sensing she needed someone to talk to. They both stood there for a moment, taking in the cool night air.

"I saw you and Snape going at it," Regulus remarked with a chuckle.

Rosalie smirked. "He had it coming. Someone had to put him in his place."

Regulus shook his head. "You're a lot like your father, you know that?"

Rosalie nodded, looking thoughtful. "I've heard that my whole life." She took a moment before speaking again, her voice softening. "Uncle Regulus, I've been thinking about Cedric. I care about him a lot, and I don't want him to get involved in all of this." Her gaze was filled with concern.

Regulus nodded, understanding her worry. "It's hard to keep the ones we love safe when we're in this line of work, especially during war. But if he's worth it, he'll understand and support you."

"I know he would," Rosalie agreed, her voice catching slightly. "But it scares me. I don't want him to end up hurt because of me." Her eyes brimmed with emotion.

Regulus put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "All you can do is be honest with him and yourself. Love is always a risk, but it's worth it if it's real."

"I love him, I really do," she told her uncle.

"Then that's all that matters," Regulus responded.

Just then, Sirius stepped out into the backyard and caught sight of them. He gave a small wave, but his expression showed he had overheard part of their conversation.

Regulus excused himself, sensing the moment for Rosalie and Sirius. "I'll leave you two to it." He gave his niece a reassuring smile before walking back inside.

Rosalie, now alone with her father, took out a cigarette and lit it. The first puff of smoke drifted into the night sky. She turned to Sirius, her expression softening.

"You know smoking is very bad for your health," Sirius said.

"Don't act like you haven't done it before," she told him, rolling her eyes.

"I'm sorry for last time. I was a bit overwhelmed," she said.

"It's all right. I knew you've been going through a lot these years. It's not easy to be honest."

There was a comfortable silence at that moment.

"It's strange, you know? For so long, I had to imagine what it would be like to talk to you for the first time, to hear your voice. Now that you're back, I don't even know where to start."

Sirius nodded slowly, taking in his daughter's words. "I wish I could say it's been easy, but it hasn't. I've missed so much of your life, Rosalie. But I'm here now, and that's what matters."

Rosalie took a deep breath, exhaling the smoke slowly. "I know you're here now, but I'm not sure how much longer I can be here for you. Things have a way of happening, of turning out differently than we expect. I don't want you to get too attached and then find yourself hurt again."

Sirius frowned, his brow furrowed with concern. "Rosalie, I don't understand. What's going on?"

"It's not just one thing; it's everything," she said, her gaze distant. "Good night, Dad."

With that, she got up and went back to the house.

"She called me Dad," said Sirius to himself. However, he was still concerned for his daughter; last time he heard something like that, he almost lost his brother.

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"Ria, are you leaving?" said Alphard.

"Hello to you too, brother, and yes, I am. I have some things to do," she said.

He looked back to make sure no one was there. "Tomorrow at our place, midnight. I have something to show you," he whispered to her, and she nodded.

"What are you two doing?" said Regulus.

"Nothing," they both said.

He raised an eyebrow. As their uncle, he knew something was going on, but he didn't speak.

"Well, an owl brought this letter," he handed it to Rosalie, who immediately knew it was from Cedric.

"Thank you, Uncle Regg. Goodbye, Phardo," she said, going through the hallway.

"If he breaks your heart, I'll break his neck," said Regulus and Alphard in unison.

This made them laugh. Alphard watched as his sister left the house, her figure disappearing into the dim hallway. He knew something was weighing on her, but she kept her thoughts and worries close to her chest. As he made his way back to the drawing room, his mind was filled with concern for Rosalie. However, he trusted her judgment and knew she was capable of handling herself.

The Order members had begun to disperse, leaving 12 Grimmauld Place one by one. Alphard decided to head to the Black family library, needing some time to himself and a distraction from his thoughts. The library had always been a place of solace for him, filled with ancient books and magical texts passed down through generations.

The library was quiet, its shelves lined with a vast collection of magical books and artifacts. As Alphard walked through the rows of shelves, his eyes scanned the titles of the books. He ran his fingers over the spines, taking in the history and knowledge contained within them.

In a dimly lit corner of the library, Alphard noticed a section that seemed slightly out of place. There was a small, hidden alcove behind one of the shelves. Curious, he approached the area and carefully moved the shelf aside, revealing a concealed space.

Inside the alcove, Alphard found a small, ornate box adorned with silver engravings depicting various magical creatures. The sight sent a shiver down Alphard's spine. He reached out and lifted the lid cautiously. Inside, he found an old, dusty tome with no title on the cover, wrapped in a faded velvet cloth.

Intrigued, Alphard took the tome and unwrapped it, revealing its worn pages. He could sense an aura of dark magic emanating from the book. As he flipped through the pages, he saw that it contained spells and incantations unlike any he had seen before.

Before he could delve further into the mysterious tome, Alphard's attention was drawn to a noise in the hallway. He quickly closed the book and placed it back in the alcove, making sure to conceal it as best as he could.

Alphard walked out of the library, his mind racing with questions. What was the purpose of that hidden alcove, and why was the book there? He couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding, knowing that he had stumbled upon something with deep, dark secrets.

As he made his way back to his room, Alphard decided to keep his discovery to himself for now. He needed to gather more information and figure out the significance of the book before sharing his findings with anyone else.

As he settled in his room, he couldn't shake the feeling that the mysterious tome would play a crucial role in the challenges that lay ahead for him and his family.

And hello again a small update ik its a mess
  well guess who has a math exam tomorrow and is now trying to finish this chapter hell yeaaaah its me
Wish me luck tho
I just wanted to tell u 2 things

1. In these 2 months updates r going to be late uk i have that final exam in 4/6/2024 so i have to start preparation
(56 days away)
2. Im thinking about changing rosalie's name into rhea even tho im not sure its a star name(google said it is so idk)

By 4 now
Urs
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