#~if i was electra i would just simply accept my mothers crime of killing my other PARENT and replaced him with an asshole

[hermesmoly]

I’m sorry but I will never ever understand Electra haters. Especially those who butcher her character in order to make Clytemnestra look an misunderstood murder angel

[acaciarosewrites]

Untitled (and Unfinished) HP Black Family AU

So I was looking through my files and I found this that I had written forever ago. Posting it here because I have no plans to continue it at this time.. maybe someday I’ll come back to it, who knows?

Electra Black sighed as she glanced around the darkly decorated sitting room. She was utterly and completely bored. There was nothing to do – aside from lessons with her grandmother, Walburga Black, that had thankfully been cancelled.

The dark-haired ten-year-old girl supposed she was bored because she knew something big was happening. After all, her grandmother did not cancel these family heir lessons for any little thing that could not wait or be solved on its own. No, whatever the reason it was cancelled, it was down to something big happening.

It had to be, what with the number of Black family members that had shown up at Grimmauld Place in the past hour. Electra had been the one to escort them from the Floo room just off the entrance hall on the first floor all the way to the “War Room” that was across from the kitchen on the basement level.

By every Black, she meant every Black.

Her great-grandfather Arcturus had shown up first along with her other great-grandfather Pollux and great aunt Cassiopeia. Minutes after the eldest Blacks had spoken to Walburga the four had sequestered themselves in the barely used War Room with orders to escort any member of the family that arrived straight to that room. And she had done so. Each time trying to glean any information and generally trying to understand the situation that was happening in the few seconds the door was open - and subsequently slammed closed.

Only members of the family that had been born into the family were allowed at the meeting. Her great-grandfather Arcturus had made sure to emphasize that distinction. Cousin Narcissa’s husband had learned that the hard way after being turned away by Arcturus himself. she had told Malfoy only those that were born a Black were being let into the room. The self-entitled prick had pouted worse than she ever had in her life (primarily being raised by her grandmother had taught Electra that if she wanted to pout, Walburga would give her something to pout about).

Lucius left not long after that. Thank Salazar. She was bored, but she was not that bored that she would have accepted his company.

Electra mused that the most intriguing thing, if no the most perplexing, thing to happen today was not even the meeting itself. It was that Andromeda Tonks nee Black had shown up and was welcomed into the War Room with not even a peep out of her grandmother. The world was truly coming to an end. There was no love lost between Walburga and her father’s favorite cousin. Then again, Cedrella Weasley was also down there and World War III hadn’t started - yet.

Electra had barely gotten the idea to wait near the door of the War Room to glean any information she could when the meeting adjourned and the family left before she was crossing the hall when noise from the Floo room caught her attention.

Surely there were no other members of her family left to come to the meeting! The only living members, aside from herself, were her father and cousin Bellatrix and they were both imprisoned within Azkaban.

Walking over to the room in question, Electra poked her head through the half open door. Standing in the center of the room was a familiar and haggard man that stood roughly six feet with sandy brown hair and amber flecked green eyes - eyes that had always seemed warm despite their contrasting colors.

“Papa?” Electra exclaimed, rushing forward into the open arms of her father’s husband.

“Hello El.” Remus smiled as he wrapped his arms around the ten-year-old he had seen only a handful of times over the years.

“Papa, what are you doing here?” Electra questioned as she pulled back slightly from the hug to peer up at him. “Not that I’m not happy to see you! Electra was quick to reassure him.

Remus chuckled and shook his head, “I know. Not often we are able to see each other.” They both shared commiserating looks.

Electra had only been just over a year old when Sirius was arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban for his alleged crimes. Remus was her father’s husband and her stepfather, but he didn’t have any claim over her because there was no blood relation despite Sirius’ wishes and directives. She would have gone to her godparents, but James and Lily Potter were murdered by the Dark Lord. As it was there was a custody... dispute... that immediately sprang up after her father’s imprisonment. Her grandmother, backed by the Black elders, had petitioned for her custody as had Electra’s biological mother, Priscilla Rowle.

In the end, Electra had been removed from Remus’ care and given to the Blacks to raise. The girl wasn’t an idiot. She knew the only reason that they wanted her was because she was the rightful heir to the Black Family. While Walburga Black may have burned Sirius’ name off the family tapestry and disowned him, Arcturus Black was still the head of the family and he had not disowned his grandson. Seeing as how his only son Orion had predeceased him and Regulus had died before having children, Sirius was the only male Black that qualified as an heir. Though his incarceration had complicated matters, Arcturus figured Electra would be a better heir to the family than Draco Malfoy would.

Of course, though her mother had not gained custody of her, she was given visitation. When Electra was seven years old she had overheard an argument between her mother and grandmother. It was a horrible fight that had scared her, but she learned some interesting and important things that night.

Nobody talked about her father. She knew his name, knew he was in Azkaban. But that was all she had known up to that point. Electra had found out that he had a husband, that she had a stepfather - one who had taken care of her and loved her as if she were his own.

One who had loved her enough to try and appeal to Priscilla Rowle to allow him to send letters and gifts to his daughter.

Electra had debated about what to do with this information for days. On the one hand, there was no way that she would get to see her stepfather. After the long and hard-fought custody battles that had taken place after her father was arrested and the fact that she was isolated from the outside world - excluding members of her family - and there was the fact that no one even talked about her father and the few things she had managed to overhear... well she knew that no one would allow her to see her father’s husband.

On the other hand, no one knew she knew about her stepfather. No one had to know if she was writing to him. And no one had to know if she was meeting him when the opportunity presented itself.

So, in the end Electra had contacted Remus Lupin-Black. Sending him a letter (one that had taken twenty different forms before she decided to just explain how she had come to know about him and how much she would like to meet him and know more about him and her father. She had gotten a reply and soon the two were owling each other, always careful to ensure that their letters to and from Electra were sent in the dead of night. Electra made sure that the letters her Papa (as she had dubbed him) were locked away in a box that only she could open that was given to her by great-aunt Cassiopeia.

The very first time she met Remus after beginning to owl him was when she was eight years old. Her grandmother was called away by Black Family business and the raven-haired girl had assured she would be alright on her own. After all, they had a house elf that could watch over her. With portkey (probably illegally made) that would take her back home in a second in hand, she had Kreacher apparate her into Malfoy Manor. It didn’t take much for her to convince Kreacher to allow her to visit her cousin Draco and spend time over there. Once he was gone she took the Floo over to the Leaky Cauldron before exiting out in the hustle and bustle of Muggle London. Her Papa had met her a few buildings over. It was all Remus could do but to simply lead her to the city park a few blocks away where they would end up talking for hours.

They got to know one another well after that. She learned more about her father and stepfather about her deceased godparents and the little bit he knew about her god-brother – the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived – that was sent to live with muggle relatives for his safety.

She had also learned that her dad was innocent of the crimes he was imprisoned for.

Remus had told her on that first face-to-face meeting that Sirius had not been the secret keeper for the Potters as everyone believed. They had hatched a plan to have people believe that he was the secret keeper as a misdirect to keep Peter Pettigrew out of the line of fire. And who would believe that Peter was their secret keeper when Sirius Black was James’ best friend and the best man at his and Lily’s wedding? Nobody. They had thought they were so clever. When everything had happened that Halloween night, Sirius had gotten a bad feeling and left Electra with Remus and told his husband that he was going to check on Peter. From there Remus could only guess how everything went down.

Peter had betrayed them. He had betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort and Sirius had gone after him.

Things got confusing after that. Sirius had been arrested after killing Peter and a street full of muggles.

Remus had finally been granted a visit to see his husband in Azkaban. He had only been granted his request because he had gone to Dumbledore and told him he needed to do so to move on, to heal from the betrayal.

It was there in Azkaban, that Sirius had told him what had happened. How Peter had betrayed them all by joining Voldemort, how he had tricked him and caused the explosion that killed the muggles and had cut his own finger off before transforming into his secret Animagus form (a rat, how telling).

Sirius had informed Remus that Peter was still out there. He had also implored his husband not to go to anyone with this. They would not waste any time in throwing a werewolf into Azkaban for causing a stir.

It was a lot for the young girl to take in, but she trusted Remus. She didn’t know how but she knew the older man was telling her the truth – she had always had the knack for knowing when someone was telling her the truth or straight up lying to her face.

Remus had then told her he’d been spending his years trying to hunt down any leads on Pettigrew and where he had gone to ground after the fall of Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

Electra had shaken her head as she focused on Remus. While she had taken every opportunity to see her Papa over the years, he had never been to Grimmauld Place. It was too risky. And now that every member of the family who was born into the family and was of age were currently in the War Room it was not a good idea for him to be casually entering the ancestral home.

“Papa? What? You shouldn’t be here! If they found out... you know that they are all here? Something’s happened but I don’t know what and—”

Remus silenced her by holding up a letter. “It’s fine El. I was formally invited.” Electra immediately recognized Grandfather Arcturus’ scrawling script, beautiful and masculine, with her Papa’s name on the front.

“What’s going on?” Electra practically demanded.

“Your dad escaped Azkaban.”

“What!” the raven headed girl practically shrieked.

“Your dad escaped Azkaban.”

“How? Why? Have you seen him? Do they know?”

Remus chuckled lightly, “Marauder secret. He found out where the rat was. Yes. And if you mean your last question to be about your family, yes. If you mean the last question about the Aurors, that’s a yes as well.”

Electra took in the information and nodded.

“Did he get the rat?”

“We were at an advantage. The dementors didn’t realize your dad was gone for two days. He made excellent time. The rat didn’t know we were coming. We have him caged. The only question is what happens now.” Remus pulled a folded newspaper from his traveling robe. It was the morning edition of the Daily Prophet. “SIRIUS BLACK ON THE RUN! YOU-KNOW-WHO’S NUMBER ONE ESCAPES THE INESCAPABLE!” could clearly be read across the top of the paper with a moving picture of her father chained around the arms and legs while holding up a placard with his Azkaban ID number, clearly screaming at the person who had taken the photo.

Electra looked away from the paper, a questioning look on her face.

“I’m here to see how your family is going to handle this.”

“You intend to tell them of his innocence?’ Electra was surprised. Most of the people in that room wouldn’t lift a finger to help her father and those who were kinder, who still spoke to her father after everything had turned their backs and washed their hands of him when Remus had tried to explain his husband’s innocence.

“I plan to remind them that Sirius never had a trial, was never officially convicted, that he’s still the heir to the Black Family, and that he’s basically been kidnapped and held hostage by our government for the past nine years. How they respond is up to them.” Electra couldn’t help but to nod in agreement. That was probably all for the best. “Where is this War Room?”

“Down the stairs, first door on the left.” She said as she led him out of the Floo Room and over to the staircase that led to the basement level of the house.

“I’m going to have to wait out here, aren’t I?”

“You could,” Remus smirked at her, “Or you could go across the street and hang out in the small court yard for a bit.” He threw back over his shoulder as he descended the steps to the basement.

Electra was frozen as she watched her Papa knock on the War Room door before being permitted to enter. She didn’t even stick around to watch the door close behind him. The ten-year-old was racing down the hall and out the front door. She barely paused to look both ways before crossing the street.

Electra’s silver-grey eyes scanned the courtyard carefully before she caught sight of the reflective canine eyes peering through the bushes. Eyes that were focused directly at her.

She held her breath as a large Grim-like dog emerged slowly, as if he was trying not to frighten her.