Celeste Black was forgotten.
Forgotten by her father, Sirius Black.
Forgotten by her step-father,Remus Lupin
Forgotten by her godfather, James Potter
Forgotten by her godmother, Lily Evans.
She grew up and stopped caring though. She was kind and sho...
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Change in this world is inevitable. A concept that Celeste Black had learnt when she was a child, that things happened and every action would change the outcome of everything.
She knew that her plans could change a lot and she hoped it was for the best.
Now as her best friends stared at the buildings she had been hiding since she found her mother's will she could only hope they would agree.
"Let's do it." Theo immediately said as he looked at a particular house in Italy. It had been an old house of the Travers family that had married into the Rosiers.
"Hold up Theo, we have to be careful with this." Draco warned as he warily eyed Grimmauld Place.
"What is there to thing about? I am not getting a dark mark and I am not following St Potter."
"This could cause a lot of trouble." Blaise cautioned as Luna finally looked up from a plot of land in Romania.
"History was not made by being quiet and obedient." Her voice for once was not dreamy as her light eyes were filled with determination.
"It was made by people who stood up for what's right." Pansy added as she ran a hand through her dark hair.
"If anybody found out-"
"They won't," El interrupted, speaking for the first time in what seemed like forever.
"It has a hundreds of charms that make it so that only the child of a Black and a Rosier could open it."
"How'd you manage that?" Blaise inquired as El reached into the box and pulled out a picture.
It was an aged photo that was practically yellowing but the image was clear. A woman with a stoic face was surrounded by sever men and women. This particular woman however stood out. Throughout all the shuffling she stood still and stared through the photo. Half her hair was pulled up tightly but the half was long and fell over her dark Wizarding robes.
"Who is it?" Pansy inquired as the phot got passed around.
