The air inside 12 Grimmauld Place was heavy as ever.
Dust. Old magic. Pride.
Phineas Nigellus Black appeared in the drawing room, his portrait frame settling with a sharp thud.
"Kreacher," he commanded.
The house-elf appeared instantly. "Master Phineas."
"Summon Narcissa Black," Phineas said.
"And Andromeda Tonks."
The room erupted.
"TRAITOR?!"
"She abandoned the family!"
"Her name was erased!"
Portraits screamed from every wall—except a few.
Kreacher vanished with a crack.
Phineas turned slowly.
"Enough."
His voice boomed through the house like a curse.
"Shut. Up."
Every portrait fell silent.
Even the loudest ones dared not speak.
🖤 The Blacks Who Still Remember
Two portraits alone remained calm.
Cygnus Black—father of Narcissa, Andromeda, and Bellatrix.
And Cygnus Black III, his father.
They watched quietly.
Moments later, the front door opened.
Narcissa Black entered first—elegant, composed.
Behind her—
Andromeda Tonks.
The room held its breath.
Cygnus Black stood tall in his frame.
"My daughters," he said gently. "How are you, my children?"
"We are well, Father," Narcissa replied softly.
Andromeda hesitated—then answered, "We're doing well, Grandfather."
Cygnus Black III smiled faintly.
"That is good."
Andromeda's eyes softened.
They still loved her.
📜 Lucien's Plan Revealed
Phineas wasted no time.
He explained everything.
Lucien's deductions.
The custody loophole.
The reverse trial.
The leverage.
And finally—
The proposal to reinstate Andromeda Black.
Silence followed.
Narcissa sank into a chair, stunned.
"…That boy," she whispered. "He solved this… so cleanly."
Andromeda stared at the floor.
"He did this… for Evelyne?" she asked quietly.
Phineas nodded. "And for justice."
Andromeda smiled—a real, relieved smile.
"I've received letters," she admitted.
"From my daughter. About Lucien."
Narcissa's cheeks flushed red.
"I've seen him," she said softly. "In the newspaper."
Crimson hair.
Amethyst eyes.
"…Very handsome," she added without thinking.
Several portraits coughed loudly.
Narcissa straightened instantly. "Focus."
🖤 Gratitude from the Ancestors
Cygnus Black III spoke, voice firm.
"That child has done more for this family than many born into it."
Cygnus Black nodded.
"We owe him our thanks."
Even the bitter portraits were silent now.
👩❤️👨 Andromeda & Ted Tonks
Later that evening, Andromeda returned home.
Ted Tonks was waiting.
She told him everything.
The plan.
The risk.
The possibility.
Ted listened carefully—then smiled.
"…So," he said, "the Black family wants my help?"
She laughed softly. "Looks like it."
Ted adjusted his sleeves.
"I'll do it. For Evelyne. And for you."
Andromeda hugged him tightly.
🕊️ A Decision Made
Back at Grimmauld Place, Narcissa and Andromeda stood together.
"We agree," Narcissa said firmly.
"To Lucien's plan."
Andromeda nodded. "Together."
Phineas Nigellus Black closed his eyes briefly.
For the first time in decades, the Black family was not tearing itself apart.
It was moving forward.
And far away, in Hogwarts, a Hufflepuff boy had no idea that his quiet intelligence had just begun to change the fate of an ancient house.