Title: Nobler Still
Author: Jinni (email@example.com)
Pairing: W/? (I'll tell you below how to vote)
Genre: BtVS/HP Crossover
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Distribution: Moonlitpaths sites. All others need to ask first. I'm keeping track.
Author's Notes. SERIOUS. MAJOR. HUGE SPOILERS FOR HP BOOK 5: OotP!!! Read NO FURTHER unless you want to be spoiled.
Notes2: Want to vote for who the pairing is? Leave a review at TtH (an actual review!!! not just a vote) and, at the end, choose one of the following: Lupin, Snape, or Bill W. This remains in effect until at least part 5 - so keep voting! http://www.tthfanfic.org
"The fact remains, Harry, we owe it to Sirius to discover whether or not there are any remaining members of the Black family. It is what he would have wanted."
Harry snorted, but didn't respond. The last thing his godfather would have wanted would be for Dumbledore to go searching for long lost family to maintain the Black family estate. Sirius had hated his family and everything they stood for. Who wouldn't? Part of that family included the very cousin that had, in the end, killed him.
"So, please," Dumbledore continued, "Show me this tapestry of the family. I may be able to glean some information from it."
The younger wizard shrugged without a word, leading the aging Headmaster back through the house to the very room where Harry had stood at one time, alongside Sirius, and looked over a family tree made up of some of the Darkest and most prejudiced of wizards. He swallowed back bitter sadness, remembering when his godfather had been in the house, closeted up so that 'the Ministry' or 'Voldemort' wouldn't find him.
'His final days were lived like a prisoner. . . all over again,' Harry thought sadly, pushing open the door of the drawing room. He gestured blindly towards the far wall, where the charred and dirtied bit of fabric hung. If Sirius had had his way, the bloody thing would have been removed. But it was stuck there, just as other pictures and pieces of 'art' were in the house - the long standing curse of Sirius' mother, something that lasted on far past her own death.
"Very interesting," Dumbledore murmured, prodding one of the many burnt-looking holes in the tapestry. This was, Harry knew, a sure sign that once a family member's name had lain there, connecting them and their progeny with the rest of the Blacks. But Sirius' mother, and undoubtedly others before her, had taken to burning off the names of family members that angered them or became 'blood-traitors' to the wizarding world. It was despicable, Harry mused, that marrying a non-pureblood could earn oneself an outcast status in one's own family. Not that he would ever have to worry about that - the Dursleys could care less who he eventually married, as long as it took him far, far from their home and normal, muggle lifestyle.
"Yes, I think I can fix this," the Headmaster continued on, either blithely unaware of Harry's discomfort or just ignoring it straight out.
"Wait!" Harry cried as the man was about to lift his wand to the tapestry. "Do you really want to do this? I mean, whoever you find will get the house. . . And then the Order won't have anywhere to have their meetings."
Dumbledore nodded. "I have realized that as well, Harry. However the house belongs in the Black family. Far be it for me to withhold their private property from them."
Harry turned his head, tears stinging his eyes. If Sirius was alive this wouldn't be happening. They wouldn't need to find another relative to take control of the Black family property or house or. . . anything! He screwed his eyes shut, not even paying attention when Dumbledore began to murmur incantaction after incantation on the tattered old tapestry. It seemed, as time passed slowly, that maybe the Headmaster had been wrong, perhaps there was no way to mend the tapestry and thus reclaim all of the names and lineages that had been lost in fits of hatred.
But then --
"Ah, there we go. Now, what do we have here?"
Curiosity got the better of him at those slow, shocked-sounding words, and Harry turned back to look at the cloth. There were many more names now, descending down from relatives that had been blacklisted along the way. But there was one that had caught the elder wizard's attention - one near Sirius' own name.
"A sister," Dumbledore muttered. "I never knew he had a sister."
Harry's eyes darted from the Headmaster's shocked face and then back to the Black family tree in front of him. He shook his head. "Sirius never mentioned a sister."
"No, he wouldn't have." Dumbledore agreed. He reached out with the tip of his wand, pointing to the name. "You see this red-coloring? One of the spells I used was to determine who amongst the family was a wizard or witch. Sheila, it seems, was a squib. More than likely her parents sent her away when she was quite young."
The Boy Who Lived could only nod, mute, as the older wizard continued on.
"She would be unsuitable for this, unfortunately. Chances are she knows nothing of magic. This house would be rather out of her hands. But her daughter, on the other hand."
Harry again found his eyes drawn to the tree of names, to the tip of Dumbledore's wand - and the name that he indicated.
Her name was bathed in a light blue, which Harry could only assume was a good thing on the witch front, seeing as how Sirius' mother's name was the same color. He glanced at the Headmaster.
"So - what now?"
Dumbledore smiled gently, laying a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Now we shall attempt to find this Willow Rosenberg - and hope that she is agreeable to allowing us to continue to use the house."