Harry Potter One Shots

The Black Heirs (Gen fic)

A/N: You are the youngest Black and when you return home from your ballet tour, you see both your brothers sitting in the kitchen

Y/n POV:
"So where are you going?" Dahlia asked me once we returned in France after finishing our European tour for the Wizarding Royal Ballet.

"I'm going home, maybe owl Bill, I haven't seen him since we were in Romania." I answered.

"That was almost a year and a half ago!" Dahlia exclaimed.

"I know, I miss him, but I knew our relationship was going to be hard." I smiled. "We both love each other and we could do the long distance."

"You better make me your maid of honor when you get married." Dahlia replied.

"Wouldn't think twice of it." I smiled as I got my suitcase to close. "I'll miss you 'Lia."

I grabbed my suitcase and personal bag and apparated back home. I stayed at 12 Grimmauld Place after both my brothers were gone. I was mother and father's savior, trying to have at least one good heir, after Regulus died, mother started to groom me into the perfect pureblood daughter. Once I landed across the street from 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place, 12 came into view. Once it was fully visible, I walked towards the house and put in the key. I walked in and everything was the same, clean. Kreacher always made sure the house was clean.

I immediately walked upstairs towards my room where I heard some voices. I was confused but entered the room. Once I entered, I saw the Weasleys and two other kids I didn't know.

"Um... what are you doing in my room?" I looked at them.

"Y/n." Ginny exclaimed and ran towards me. I had gotten to know the Weasleys from Bill. The two of us started dating in 3rd year and I used to come over every break. Ginny was happy that she had another girl in the house. "How was tour?

"Hello, Ginny, tour was amazing, but what are you all doing here?" I looked at the rest of the Weasleys.

"You don't know?" Ron looked at me.

"What don't I know." I looked at him.

"Dumbledore restarted the Order of the Phoenix." Fred answered. "They're in a meeting downstairs."

"Why here though? Who let them in?" I asked, I was the only one living here, and I didn't hear anything from Dumbledore about meetings and I know Kreacher wouldn't let anyone into the house.

"Sirius let him." Ron answered. I froze in place, Sirius my eldest brother, the last time I him I was 11, the summer before my first year and then the day after Halloween, Dumbledore had told me what happened.

"Ron, Sirius is in Azkaban, he has been since I was 11." I looked at him confused.

"You don't know that either." Ron said again.

"Know what?" I looked at everyone. "Someone better start talking right now."

"Sirius broke out of Azkaban two years ago and now we're trying to get his name cleared." A boy with round glasses. I let out a gasp looking at him, he looked exactly like James, Sirius's best friend. "And who are you?"

"His little sister." I let go of Ginny. "Why didn't anyone tell me."

"It was all over the paper." The boy answered.

"I haven't in London for the past two years, where is he?" I asked.

"Downstairs, but they're sort of busy right now." He answered.

"I don't care." I huffed and walked out and slammed the door in the process walking downstairs. I walked towards the dining room door, but it was locked, I furrowed my eyebrows and walked towards the kitchen door which was opened. I slowly opened the door and walked into the kitchen. There was a whole group of people, Molly Arthur, Bill, Charlie, my cousin Tonks, Dumbledore, Snape, Kingsley, Remus and two faces I thought I would never see again.