Thick Smoke

Troublesome

When Harry Potter entered the Black mansion, he did not expect to see such a fancy house with such a strange vibe oozing off the walls. The corridor towards the ground floor was very tight, up to the kitchen. The walls, the chandeliers and really everything decorating the place was all connected to the Dark Arts.

While Harry was being acquainted to the house, Eliza remained on the upper floors, looking at everything she could find. She wasn't supposed to wander the halls freely because no one knew what was hiding around the corner or what kind of surprises were under the couches. That house elf did nothing for 10 years, especially cleaning, said Mrs. Weasley who found herself obliged to take that responsibility.

Eliza dreaded house work and Remus only chuckled when Mrs. Weasley told her to help. It is your house, too, he said. Well, Eliza wasn't seeing Sirius going around with a mop and it was his inheritance.

Besides, the meetings of the Order were done in secrecy and the children were not allowed. Fred and George tried their best to find out what was going on, especially when Snape arrived one night. That was actually the night after the Weasleys arrived.

Eliza couldn't forget how much tension was between Snape and Sirius. There was one particular moment when they were alone in the hall and Snape was getting ready to leave.

The greasy haired hateful teacher turned to Sirius with a poker face.

"I see the father and the daughter are finally reunited." He spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You should hurry, Sev. You might be seen leaving by the death eaters."

Eliza was upstairs, looking down over the railing. Sirius' response was just as ironic as Snape being in the Order.

Snape let his mask fall and looked at Sirius disgracefully, "Just because she is your daughter doesn't give you the right-"

"Exactly. She is my daughter and it gives me the right. She is not an object and she is definitely not Ophelia." The dark long haired wizard stated coldly.

Eliza raised an eyebrow waiting for Snape's response but he didn't say anything and just left.

Kreacher appeared on the stairs, looking at her with those little narrowed eyes of his. "Cursed child of the cursed woman. Always trouble for the Blacks." He mumbled seeing her there. "Always stealing. Always disgracing the family."

Eliza watched him until he walked into one of the rooms. He was lurking at every corner, trying to get his point across.

Walking down the stairs for dinner, she started to feel nauseous. Harry was there and they haven't seen each other since the school year ended. Was it going to be awkward? Was he going to be annoyed that she didn't write to him at all? Willy was being even less responsible than before.

Once Eliza entered the kitchen, her eyes went straight to the messy haired glasses boy sitting next to Sirius.

Harry sat up right away and the two stared at each other for a minute. Eliza walked slowly and sat next to him, feeling awkward.

"Hello. Long time no see." She mumbled keeping her eyes on the table.

For a moment,she thought he was going to yell at her but he didn't. He did look quite annoyed, though.

"So you've been here too. For the whole time." He stated coldly.

"Yes well you should have known I'm spending time with my father." She retorted.

Harry looked at Eliza for another minute before he sighed.

"Thanks for the letter. I know your owl is unreliable but he did send that one to me." He said, his tone getting softer.