A little accident and rapid hospitalisation lead to some interesting discoveries...

Raising a child was no easy feat, especially not if you're alone with a minimum-pay wage trying to raise your little son in a huge, expensive city. How do you give him everything in the world, if they're never within your reach? A partner would help, someone to share the burden with, someone to carry the cost and split the load, someone to consult and discuss with. If only, people

There was a total of 5 Blacks, 4 whom were good in the end, 3 whom were Death Eaters, 2 whom survived the war but together, they're still 1 family.

Everyone falls in love differently but they always have the more or less similar lines, such as, "I didn't know it was him/her for a long time and when it hit me, I've never felt so stupid. It was so obvious!" or "I knew it was going to be him/her all along." It is pretty clear which one of these have to endure more pain and suffering.

Some things don't end up the way that we expect or want but in the end, everything happens for a reason and things are not always as bad as it seems.

That's how it was and they wouldn't have it any other way.

Stories no other houses have heard of.

Because we're sisters, whether stuck on the wall, or blasted off it. Because even if we don't own the Black heritage anymore, we still once were, still are, part of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. And of course because your godfather is his uncle and your godson is his nephew.

Just because Domnique Weasley had a girly mother and a hardworking father, it didn't mean that she have to be anything like them. No slash implied AT ALL.

This was the beginning of a wonderful friendship and if I might say so myself, being friends because you were pranked/bullied by James and Fred is way cooler than becoming friend because you defeated a troll for her and saved her life and she lied to get you out of trouble. Way too dramatic.