The Christmas holidays have finally begun, and you, with a heavy heart, enter number 12 Grimmauld Place. The door closed behind you and the cold outside ceased. Screams and laughter echoed through the hallway, coming from the direction of the kitchen. Harry, Hermione, Ron and the Weasley brothers had just arrived.

You carried your suitcase when you reached the kitchen, the voices suddenly silenced. All eyes turned to you. Weasleys, Tonks, Sirius, Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody and the other members of the Order were there, sitting around the table.

Shock was visible on their faces. After all, you were a Slytherin girl and, more than that, the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange, a figure who represented everything they fought against. But there was a truth that few knew: you were on their side, an essential part of Dumbledore's plan. Breaking up with your mother and everything she stood for wasn't easy, and now, being there, in the heart of the Order of the Phoenix, made it all even more real.

Sirius was the first to speak, his voice incredulous. “Are you here? After everything… with Bellatrix as a mother?” He stood up.

"She's on our side," Lupine interrupted calmly, but with an unwavering confidence in his voice. "Dumbledore trusts her."