July 13, 1993
It seemed to be as if a damn had broke and the Earth was the small village down stream. Lucretia Walburga Black- Lucy, as she so asked to be called -was soaked to the bone as she hovered on her league regulated broom. The cool rush of air that came from every so often bobbing and weaving oncoming bludgers did nothing to help her warm up or spot the golden snitch.

Lucy could see the opposing teams seeker, Galvin Gudgeon circling the stadium, his bright orange and yellow robes stood out like a lighthouse beacon. Like she, he too was having trouble spotting the snitch.

"Black!" The deep Welsh voice of her captain, Brevis Birch yelled over the booming of thunder, he too was soaked, though unlike Lucy he had blood running down his face from a broken nose and a heavily swollen wrist due to undodged bludgers, "End the game before we all get struck by lighting will yea!"

"Really?" Lucy snapped sarcastically, "Here I thought we'd all like to keep playing another day!" While the two days the Tornados and Canons had been playing were nothing compared to the three months the Wasps and Arrowheads had one played it was still a long time to go without sleep and only the occasional five minute bathroom and snack break.

"Just end the game!" Birch grumbled before flying off to steal the quaffle.

Lucy gripped the wood of her broom tightly as another hour passed and her robes got heavier and everything in her body screamed for a moment's reprieve. Lucy took a deep breath and focused. She could rest when she had won.

Lucy noticed, as she searched for the snitch a small puddle of dark robes step onto the pitch and make a beeline for the referee. Just as Lucy's thin eyebrows started to knit together wondering who would ignore the dangers of blugers and falling players and walk onto an active pitch and start what looked like an argument with the referee a golden sparkle caught her eye.

Towards the middle of the pitch, near where the puddle of witches and wizards and the referee were, was the snitch.

Lucy dove; she pointed the nose of her broom downwards and tucked her legs close to her body and speed towards the snitch.

"TORNADOS SEEKER BLACK HAS SEEN THE SNITCH ONCE AGAIN!" The commenter cried. The Cannons seeker dove too. Though with how far behind Lucy he was all the spectators in the stadium knew that all Galvin Gudgeon could do was hope that once more the snitch disappeared before Lucy could reach it.

The ground continuously got closer by the second Lucy refused to pull up. The snitch had made itself a home fluttering just above the ends of the grass.

Lucy knew that despite the softening charms placed on the ground that a hit like that, from that speed and that amount of force could very well kill her, but she also knew she didn't lose and certainly not to the Chudley Cannons.

Lucy stretched her arm out as she started to pull up at the very last second, catching the thin wing of the snitch between her middle and forefingers.

Lucy held up the snitch triumphantly. The crowd went wild; defining screaming from jubilant fans and disheartened cries from Cannon lovers filled the stadium.

"TORNADOS SEEKER LUCY BLACK HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! TORNADOS WIN FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE TO TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN!"

Lucy had only touched down on the ground when her team swarmed her. Marwyn Fenwick, the teams keeper tackled Lucy to the muddy ground as he yelled praises in her ear.

Two of the chasers, Gadrel Harvick and Sasha Golden added to the dog pile.

"Miss Black," the voice of the referee said, all for heads in the dog pile peered up, "If you could please stand up."

Lucy frowned, as did Marwyn and the chasers but did as she was told, pushing the large Scottish man off of her when Golden and Harvick scrambled off of them.

"What's going on here?" Lucy asked with a shaky breath as she peered past the referee and stared at the two hit witches that accompanied the Auror team. Lucy wondered if it was the win, the daring move she'd pulled to win or the fact that most of the Aurors and both hit witches looked as if they wanted to hex her that made her heart speed up to what was probably a concerning rate.

Lucy noticed how the stadiums noise seemed to quite and how everyone- both teams and spectators included -frooze to watch.

"Lady Black," Lucy flinched at the title she never wanted. A dark skinned man who Lucy could only guess was the team leader stepped forward, "We're going to need you to come with us."

"Am I being charged with something?" Lucy asked with a raised brow and an otherwise bland face, her voice hard and steely.

"No but we're going to need you to come with us," the man said once more. Lucy felt a hand on the small of her back and saw that her teams beeters, Travis Hauls and Terry Jeffords stood closely behind her. The Aurors hands twitched to their wands.

"Legally you can't take me in without charging me of something and also legally you have to tell me what I'm being charged with so unless you have a compelling reason I'm not going anywhere with you," Lucy said.

"Very well then, Lady Black as of this morning your brother Sirius Black was discovered missing from his cell in Azkaban."

Lucy felt her blood turn to ice and her breath get caught in her throat. The world seemed to start spinning.

"So maybe he wormed his way into Bellatrix's cell. I'm sure he got lonely," Lucy sneered. Lucy was sure that if her brother murdered thirteen people in You-Know-Whos name that after twelve years of a single cell he would be willing to subscribe to the Black family matto of insest.

"He's not there, Lady Black. Your brother has escaped from Azkaban." And with that Lucy fainted.

July 15, 1993
Sirius Black had ruined Lucy's life a total of three times. The first had been when he had run away, his bag packed and a defiant look in his eyes as he stormed out of their ancestral home, vowing to never come back; leaving her at the hands of their mother who was hell bent on never making another blood-traitor again. The second time was when he had murdered twelve muggles and a wizard by blowing up a whole city block, children had already seemed cautious of her, their parents had warned them that she was a Black and everyone knew that they were born rotten only to have their suspicions reaffirmed by her older brother laughing on the front page of the national paper after committing a heinous mass murder in the wake of his master's demise. And now this third time.

Lucy felt empty as sat on the couch in the Tonks-Haywood apartment, having been temporarily banished from her own until Ministry techs could comb over every inch of her own matchbox apartment to make sure she wasn't lying about hiding her brother.

Lucy's cousin- second cousin technically -Dora sat besides her rubbing her shoulder and back sympathetically as her girlfriend, a then currently fuming Penny Haywood who angrily paced the length of the small apartment as she read aloud the letter Lucy had received earlier that morning.

This letter was different from the hate mail she had received since Sirius had escaped; this letter was official. It had been nicely addressed to Lucy in dark blue ink and the Quidditch League seal was presses into the back in cool wax and the dread that had accompanied the letter was much more chilling than anything the abundance of anonymous hate mail could ever cause.

"Dear Lady Black, To whom this may concern we, the United Kingdom's Quidditch League, are hereby notifying you of your indefinite suspension from you position as Tutshill Tornados seeker—Bastards!" Penny swore as Lucy stared blankly at the wall.

What am I to do without Quidditch? While it wasn't like Lucy needed the money, she was the sole heir to the Black fortune which was large enough to keep ten more generations of Blacks living lavish lifestyles without ever having to work, she had had fallen in love with the sport at such a young age; back before either of her brothers had joined up to murder innocent people and instead spent their time at home telling her all about the Quidditch games they'd experienced during their school term. It was the one thing she had left of both her brothers that wasn't evil or toxic but rather good and something she could use to remember them before the war had turned them into people she couldn't recognise.

"Dora?" Lucy croaked, her eyes filling with tears, "How can they ban me from Quidditch when I've done nothing wrong!"

Nymphadora's hair turned a dark red as she struggled with her words; "The Minister and Scrimgeour, they think it's best if you don't leave the country-"

"-And since there's games out of the country they thought to ban me from the game in whole!" Lucy snapped. She jumped to her feet and glared at the ceiling.

Fuck the Minister and fuck Scrimgeour.

"Fudge will ban me from Quidditch for simply being Sirius' sister but the bloody son of a bitch will rub elbows with Edwin Nott and certainly sure as hell continue to pocket Lucius Malfoy's money despite the two of them having the bloody dark mark!" Lucy fummed.

Without meaning to in her fit of anger she kicked the kitschy coffee table, sending it across the room. Both Penny and Dora, and Lucy who had realized what she had done froze. Lucy turned to her cousin.

"I'm sorry. I'm-" Lucy pulled out her wand from her robes; a ten and three fourths hawthorn wand with a dragon heartstring core only for Penny to beat her to the punch and magic the table upright in front of the couch one more.

Lucy sat back down next to Tonks, her bony hands tucked under her thin thighs.

"I sorry," Lucy whispered as tears, for the first time, started to fall. Penny, lowering herself gently, sat next to Lucy, sandwiching her in between the two Hufflepuff.

"It's okay, you were mad. You're allowed to be. What the Ministry is doing to you to make it seem like they're doing something, it's messed up." Lucy rested her head against Penny's shoulder.

The trio sat in silence for a moment; the only noise came from the shuffling of the elderly woman above them and their own breathing.

Lucy sighed before the corners of her lips twitched upwards momentarily as she thought of something.

"I wish we were all kids again and all we had to worry about was cursed ice and whether or not we were going to pass our OWLs-"

"And if Snape and Imelda were going to poison us," Added Tonks fondly with a soft smile on her face as she thought back to the pranks she'd pulled on the resident Potions Master during her school years.

"You two and Mia might have but Snape liked me just fine," Penny mused.

Lucy snorted, "The git." The three of them wistfully sighed simultaneously.

July 23, 1993
After nine days of rummaging through her apartment the Ministry had made sure to let Lucy know she could return to her apartment. Apparently they had also let the Daily Prophet know when she was coming home because there had been reporters camped outside the old building, waiting for her.

"Lady Black!" One reporter cried, "Did you know your brother was capable of such dark magic!" Lucy had not so accidentally elbowed him as she pushed through the sea of reporters.

"No comment," she snapped.

"Lady Black!" Someone else cried, "Any ideas on how your brother escaped Azkaban?" Lucy pulled out the snitch keychain Barnaby Lee had gotten her when she'd been drafted to play as a seeker for the Tornados.

"Didn't I tell you people no comment!"

"Lady Black! Madam Malfoy is quoted saying your brother was always an awful boy any comment?" Lucy turned around and faced the young bespectacled reporter who'd just called out.

"Yeah, if Cissy wants to act like a lady instead of a gossip she knows where to find me but until then all of you bloody vultures can bugger off!" Lucy snarled before throwing her door open only to slam it in the reporters faces.

Lucy felt her heart drop into her stomach as she looked at her tiny apartment. The Aurors had not only made sure the Prophet knew when she was getting home but they had also made sure to leave her home a reck.

All her cupboards were bare and her bookshelf was empty, the books haphazardly stacked on the floor. Her clothing was strewn around the room and her chests of photographs and old Weasley sweaters were turned over.

Lucy felt her chest tighten as she looked at the mess. Lucy had gotten the tiny apartment with her own well earned money, not a single sickle from the family vault and to see her apartment- the only place that had ever truly been hers -in such a state, broke her heart.

Lucy placed her keys into the onto the small end table next to the door and made her way over to the books which looked ready to topple over at any moment.

Most of the books were muggle ones, some were muggle fantasy given to her in her sixth year others were muggle how to's on plumbing and carpentry and other things that magic made easier. The rest were books her friends had written since graduating, a lengthy essay on dragon breeds co-authored by Mia Wetzler and Charlie Weasley- though Charlie constantly made sure to let everyone know all he did was draw the dragons, Mia was the one who'd gotten the idea for the academic essay - more guide then anythung -and written about them- and a short book on misunderstood magical creatures by Barnaby Lee and a recently completed encyclopedia on useless magical facts by Rowen Kahn.

Lucy placed the books written by her friends on the middle self, so anyone the would come into her apartment would see how talented her friends were. The how to books went below that and the other types of books above.

After that she put the sofa cushions back onto the burgundy couch, the large puke green pillows didn't match the sofa or the light blue room but they were so soft. And as Lucy made her way to the kitchen to place her plates and glasses and food back into the cupboards and ice box a knock came from the door.

Lucy froze.

It wasn't a loud we're-coming-in kind of knock, nor was it a meek mousy kind but rather one that reminded Lucy of the Pixie Scouts that went door to door selling potions and cauldron cakes, though Lucy doubted any mother or chaperone would let their child knock on her door anytime soon.

A second knock came. "Coming!" Lucy said calmly as she with withdrew her wand and made her way to stand in front of the door. Lucy wondered who could be on the other side and the only thing- asides from a bold reporter -that popped into her mind was someone looking to enact an eye for eye kind of justice only to then squash that thought because who would try to murder her with with the still dozen or so reporters outside?

Lucy slowly unlocked the two chain locks and three deadbolts before throwing the door open, ready to parry any oncoming attack.

Only it wasn't a stranger looking for revenge or a reporter that stood on her doorstep it was Albus Dumbledore.

"Headmaster? I-please come in," Lucy said, sidestepping the doorway and slipping her wand into her robe pocket once more.

"Lady Black," Dumbledore smiled. Lucy grimaced.

"It's just Lucy sir," Lucy insisted.

"Of course." He took in Lucy's apartment and frowned. "Sorry for the mess I only just got back today."

"It's alright La-Lucy," Dumbledore nodded as he stepped further inside the apartment. "Would you mind if I took a seat?"

"No please do. Any friendly company is welcomed at the moment-this is friendly company correct?" Lucy asked suspiciously. She knew Headmaster wasn't Albus Dumbledores only title.

"Of sorts," Dumbledore answered as he sat in the corner seat of the sofa. Lucy leaned apprehensively against the corner of the bookshelf. "I've heard about your suspension."

Lucy bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah, I talked to the commissioner she says it's indefinite."

Dumbledore hummed and nodded solemnly before brighten up, "Have you heard about Madam Hooch?"

"No is she okay?" Lucy worried. During her school days Madam Hooch had been Lucy's favorite Professor for many reasons, the biggest being Madam Hooch didn't seem to care that Sirius was her brother or she was another branch in the Black family tree just that she could fly. Lucy also loved her because she messed with the first years, constantly telling them they'd fall to their deaths if their hair was too long or the wind was too strong or something of the sorts.

"Yes actually, from what I hear she's terrific," Dumbledore said with a wave of the hand. Lucy's eyebrows came together.

"From what you've heard?"

"Yes Madam Hooch is on her honeymoon, she recently married a Quidditch announcer, you may know her, Millie Gudabi."

Lucy let out a squeal of excitement, "That's great Headmaster, I'm so happy for her though seeing as I wasn't invited I don't believe you've come all this way from Scotland just to tell me this, especially when our dear Minister Fudge will need you assistance most."

"Well you see it is why I've come here, Madam Hooch has taken the upcoming year off for a year long honeymoon and I'm in need of a Flying instructor."

"You want me to teach flying at Hogwarts?" Lucy asked, her voice mystified.

"Yes and I know I won't be able to pay you a quarter of what you were making-"

"Sir money doesn't matter much to me," Lucy waved him off. She took the seat next to her old Headmaster and sucked in a deep breath. "I'm just surprised you'd want me as your flying instructor, especially with Sir-my brother on the lamb."

"I'll tell you what I told you almost twelve years ago Lucy, you were not the one to commit those crimes."

Lucy remembered those words.

It was the morning of November first nineteen eighty one and while everyone was waking to find out the war was over Lucy had been physically pulled from her bed by her Head of House Severus Snape and brought before the headmaster and Alastor Moody who informed her of her brothers crimes.

It was afterwards, once Snape and Moody had left that Dumbledore had come around his large desk and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Bill is going to hate me," Lucy had whispered, her eyes filling with tears. The thought of losing her only friend after losing what she thought to be the only real family she had left physically hurt Lucy.

"I don't think Mister Weasley will."

"And if your wrong?" Lucy rebuked.

"Then all you need remember is that you were not the one to commit those crimes."

"I know that Professor, I do, I tell myself those words every night and every morning it's just, parents will write. You'll be scrutinized. Are you sure?" Dumbledore nodded.

"There are no doubts in my mind," the wizard said steady. Lucy smiled.

"Alright Professor then it looks like you've got yourself a new flying instructor."

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A/N -

Hey guys, hoped you liked the first chapter! Obviously as tagged this is a Remus/OC story (even if our favorite werewolf hasn't quite made and appearance yet) so Remus/Tonks won't be happening, nor will any Remus/Sirius. There will also be minor OCs throughout this story. Third thing, this is a slight AU, and while Voldemort will still come back and Harry will not a vampire, this will not completely follow canon.

This story will contain trigger warnings touching on child abuse. It will also of course because it's Harry Potter, have scenes of murder (possibly gruesome), it will also contain have scenes touching on suicide, depression and other traumas (though I can safely say there will be no sexual assault/abuse of any kind. I know a lot of authors include subjects like that into their writings but honestly- no -as someone deeply triggered by that you will not see it in in my story. Also you can be rest assured that characters suffering from abuse and with PTSD will stop the moment their lives get better or they fall in love or something of sorts.)

And as for updating: I thrive on reviews, favorites and follows make me happy but reviews are what keep me going, meaning leave me questions and comments and theories and just everything and anything you thought (accept maybe for grammer corrections, I know my grammer is horrible but hey, English isn't the only language I speak so I think I should get a pass). And now for when I'll post these chapters? I will probably, hopefully update once to twice a month; because while I do have over half a dozen chapters already written I am a full time college student currently working meaning once I've published all pre-written chapters it will take time to make room and actually write.