The Avery family were one of the few truly pureblood wizarding families left in society. They took pride in a long line of thoroughly talented witches and wizards who all bore the proud status as not only pureblood, but also Slytherins. Lucas Avery was perhaps the most prominent Avery. The boy who befriended Tom Riddle and was part of the Slug Club during his time at Hogwarts. One of the first Death Eaters, he showed tremendous loyalty towards his friend and master Lord Voldemort during his first rise to power. Not only was Lucas active in his duties, he also raised two children to carry his respect into the next generation. One of his children did this with great dignity and honour... Whilst the other did not. Esmeralda (Esme) Avery never truly fit in anywhere. No matter how hard she tried. This case of isolation is perhaps what led Esme to rebel so fearlessly against what was expected against her. Then, in her sixth year at Hogwarts, she did something extraordinary. Not only was this one last desperate escape from the traumatic woes facing her at home, it also cemented her future. One fateful evening would lead Esme not only on a path of discovery but also fear and heartache. Are there any other kind of stories during Voldemort's first rise to power?

Josephine Potter has much more in common with Regulus Black that she ever would've guessed, than she ever would've cared to admit. And the more she learns about him, the more she doesn't want to let go.

Esmeralda Avery looked up at the gloomy Parisian sky above her. The grey clouds swirled in endless circles, releasing rain that slowly pattered onto her cheeks. It had been twelve long years since she had set foot in England. Twelve long years since Lord Voldemort had died. She had felt an unimaginable weight lifted from her shoulders - the young woman had finally found true peace. "You're home?" The brunette turned to see none-other than the raven-haired Regulus Black stood on the stone step leading up to their quaint, cream home. "It's been a while." A small smile emerged on his face and he adjusted the newspaper he had tucked under his arm. "I'm not saying I missed you." Esme laughed lightly, "But I did note your absence, and I wasn't happy about it." "Missed you too." He wrapped his arms around her tightly. Little did the reunited couple know, but a newspaper was soon to arrive on their doorstep, which would torpedo them back into the wizarding war they had so desperately tried to escape over a decade ago. Their worst fears had come true - the years of suffering they went through to escape the Dark Lord were all in vain, as he had returned. Except now there was a teenage boy that could be their key to ending Lord Voldemort once and for all. Esme and Regulus weren't done saving lives yet. (Sequel to Hiraeth)

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