Hello everyone! New story that I'll hopefully update in a timely matter. I'm on winter break right now and I've had this idea floating around for a while, so I thought I would share it. I have a few future chapters written out, I just have to work out the in betweens. I do not own anything from the Harry Potter universe. Just borrowing for a bit.

-OnarchyAnarchy

Reinetta was not sure what to expect when she walked into the Noble House of Black. Would it be a replica of her own home? Drab, dark and macabre with shadows haunting every corner? Would it be spotless, clean of any dust molt because of tiny house elves scurrying around trying not be seen? Would evil linger within the air along with the screams of victims past?

She followed behind her family entering the replica hall of her own home, slowly letting her eyes wonder around in curiosity, being careful to keep her curious eyes from straying too far for fear her father would scold her for her inquisitive nature. Astor Lestrange, a straight descendant of it's noble founders, stood proudly in front of his family. He was a gruff man. His hair was long and coarse, the color of burnt wood pulled from a fire, pushed back and trimmed neatly to fall just behind his ears. His face held a well kept beard that his wife consistently tried to get him to shave, claiming that it "aged" him or made him look "scruffy" depending on the day. His eyes were dark blue, almost black, that glinted with mirth. His stomach was not pudgy, his arms were not weak, and his back was ramrod straight. Everything about him demanded respect.

His wife stood a step behind him, just where he liked her, acting just as a wife should. Solene Lestrange, formerly of house Selwyn, was the perfect picture of a pureblood wife. She had been groomed from a young lady on how to stand, how to smile, how to please. She was a pretty women, soft feminine features with high cheekbones dusted in a blush and soft gentle nose. She was sort of spineless when it came to making decisions and voicing her opinion. Solene did as she was told and never tried to step forth from the shadow of her beloved husband. Her blonde hair, not overly golden, was braided down her back in an intricate design. Her brown eyes framed by light lashes held back any emotion she may have felt in that moment, not even the slightest sliver of warmth. She was the perfect contrast to her brash and tall husband; delicate, petite and reserved.

Their sons followed, told to be on their best behavior or else. Rodolphus and Rabastan were not stupid enough to test the threat of their father. Rodolphus was the oldest of the three Lestrange children, followed by Rabastan then Reinetta. The brothers both looked pretty similar, almost clones of their father, inheriting his burnt wood hair and gruff looks. Rodolphus had their father's blue eyes while Rabastan had their mother's brown eyes. Rodolphus was a great bit taller than his siblings, standing near his father's height but not as broad in his shoulders and chest. He tried to imitate the demanding stance his father had perfected over his years. Rodolphus was seventeen, already in his last year of Hogwarts, while Rabastan was thirteen and in his fourth year.

Reinetta had yet to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, being only eight. She was the youngest of the Lestrange Family. She was a spitting image of her mother. Same light blonde hair, plaited tightly over her left shoulder and not a stray hair out of place. Her face held the soft, feminine features of her mother without any trace of her father's gruffness. Like her eldest brother, she inherited her father's dark blue eyes that seemed to glow due to the paleness of her skin and hair. However instead of mirth, they held curiosity, an inquisitive gleam that never seemed to leave.

Wallburga Black was standing there waiting for them as a proper pureblood women of the house. Her blonde hair was laced with grey, which were the same color of her eyes. Unlike Reinetta's mother, Wallburga held a stern, judgmental look within them. Her eyes raked over the Lestranges looking for any imperfection to make herself feel superior and for a little gossip when she met with her sister Druella for tea later in the week. Mrs. Back was on the heavier size but in no means obese. She had a polite face on, one that most of the noble and respectable community knew how to compose, but somehow a permanent look of distaste showed through.

"Wallburga! How pleasant it is to see you," Reinetta's father greeted, bowing slightly, raising her hand to kiss the back of it.

"Astor, Solene, welcome to the Noble House of Black! So nice to have another well bred family within it's walls," she responded, kissing Solene's cheeks. "What lovely children. Rodolphus certainly has grown!"

"Yes thank you. Already of age! This summer he'll be marrying Bellatrix Black, your brother's daughter," responded Solene, eager to show of the match though everyone knew.

"And what a fine match!"agreed Wallburga, patronizing almost even though the two were close in age. "And I heard young Rabastan is betrothed to Priscilla Avery. I offer my congratulations on the arrangement!"

"Thank you again, Wallburga. It is good to finally have a worthy match for my son," her mother replied again.

"The family is in the sitting room if you would follow me."

They followed after, through the morbid home, entering a room that was a bit brighter than the rest of the home, helped by the fire roaring in the hearth. Orion Black sat in a chair, as dark as his last name. His posture oozed dominance as he sat with his long legs spread and slouching slightly. A glass of firewhiskey sat sizzling in his hand. His hair hung loosely in black wave as his equally dark eyes observed the incoming family.

The children sat waiting on the couch. Sirius and Regulus looked like twins almost, both inheriting their father's inky hair and mother's stone colored eyes. They were closer in age than the Lestrange brothers, a year apart or so. Sirius looked bored, leaning on his fist before his mother had entered the room—he imminently straightened up—while Regulus fidgeted in his seat.

Sirius locked eyes with the youngest of the Lestrange clan and smiled. They were friends, being the same age. They stuck together at family parties or at whatever social gathering they were forced to attend. Sneaking around through the corridors, smiling and causing pranks on their pureblooded cousins. She was his best mate, the one he could always count on besides his own brother. Of course, sometimes, their parents would separate them saying it was not "ladylike" for Reinetta to be running a muck with the boys.

"Thank you having us in your home, Orion," Solene gracefully said sitting down in a chair near the head of the house.

Her husband stood behind her, nodding in agreement. "Yes, thank you both. You both remember our eldest Rodolphus, Rabastan and our youngest Reinetta."

"Yes, yes, of course. Welcome children. You remember my sons, Sirius and Regulus," Orion said, nodding to the two. "You all must be thirsty. Kretcher!"

Yes, Reinetta thought,it was such a long journey disapparating to the House of Black. Reinetta tried her hardest to be the perfect child for her parents, behaving as they wished her to but at times, her thoughts ran away from her. It was a very bad habit. She blamed Sirius of course for her roguish thoughts as they started after they became friends, and became more frequent when they were in each other accompanies.

A house elf appeared then, looking young in his years of services, the yellow eyed creature bowed at his master's feet, awaiting instructions. "Bring in refreshments, elf," Orion ordered, not even casting the creature a spare glance. "Now."

"Yes, master," it croaked before disappearing in a snap.

It was a little while later after the the elder Lestranges and Blacks conversed and chatted and tried to oneup each other, that they included the children in their conversation. Rodolphus had been retelling tales of his great adventures at Hogwarts, trying to impress the youngsters. Reinetta wasn't impressed, already having heard the tales over and over. Rabastan, who worshiped their older brother, was engrossed by them. Regulus and Sirius both seemed interested in the tales however Sirius kept glancing at Reinetta, making a silly face to get her to crack her polished face.

"Now! Why we are all here," began Wallburga. "We have come to the decision over careful consideration."

The children sat still, awaiting the news. Reinetta had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that this involved her and possibly one of the Black sons. Reinetta could not recall if Sirius had been betrothed yet. She knew Regulus was not so it could possibly be him. The same thing had happened when Druella and Cygnus Black had journeyed to the Lestrange's home with their daughters Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa and learned that Bellatrix would soon shed her last name and become Bellatrix Lestrange, wife of Rodolphus Lestrange. It again happened at the start of summer when the Avery's had come with their daughter Priscilla where she was then arranged to marry Rabastan. Now this time it was reversed, with Reinetta's family traveling to the Noble House of Black, most likely for the same thing.

"Yes, we have decided that you, Reinetta, will be married into the House of Black," her father said, staring at her with those dark eyes, gauging her reaction.

Reinetta, of course, saw this coming. Though she thought she was a little young for this to be occurring. Reinetta did not air her thoughts, keeping any reaction from her face. She was calm, a bit nervous to find out which son would soon be her betrothed. She nodded at her father, understanding that this is what she was raised for. Reinetta never for a moment thought she would have a choice in such a matter. She had been told from a young age what to expect as she grew older, that one day she would be married off one day to another pureblood wizard, to create another generation of purebloods and marry them off together to create another generation.

Sirius, on the other hand, was anxious, mad, upset, and a number of other things. The storm of his emotions showing in his light grey eyes. Of course, he enjoyed Reinetta's company but he never thought he would have to marry her. Though, maybe, they were considering Regulus since he showed a much better and a much preferred temperament than he did on a daily basis. Sirius was always at battle with himself to try and be a good son but it usually ended up with him mouthing off. He just could not wrap his head around their values, their ideals. He was not cut out to be a part of the family, even at the age of eight, Sirius knew this. Maybe they weren't even considering him. Probably would be for the better, he thought, if they wanted their line to be represented well.

"And we have decided which of my sons you shall be marrying," Wallburga said. "You father offered a much better deal than what the Carrows were offering to have their daughter Alecto married to my son. You are much prettier as well, much better genes to carry on my blood in my opinion."

Reinetta noted from the corner of eyes that her mother beamed at such a compliment from such a noble as Wallburga Black.

"Reinetta Lestrange, you shall marry Sirius Black, my heir, as soon as you both graduate from Hogwarts," Orion finally declared, or rather sentenced in Sirius' eyes.