Early October, 1980

It had taken two months, but Henry and Beatrice finally found the time to make plans to come over and meet their nephew.

Having finished their schooling at Hogwarts, their schedules were much more free, but Beatrice's internship at the Ministry, and Henry's new job in the Department of Mysteries took up a lot of his time. He's an Unspeakable, so he can't say much about anything work-related.

Even though James and I have been living here since we got out of school, over two years ago, this was the first time that any of my family came over to visit.

It was pretty quiet at first, a bit too silent for my liking, but it quickly picked up when we started talking about work.

Henry couldn't say much, but Bea rambled on about her job.

"I don't even care that I'm not getting paid," Beatrice stated, "I just like working for the Ministry. It's a gossip mill. I've found out so much dirt."

James chuckled, "It sure is, especially the Daily Prophet. I can't count the number of times that Rita Skeeter's written about us."

"That's true," I add, thinking back to the number of times that my name made the front page of the Daily Prophet claiming some sort of false information.

There was the time that the headline claimed Sirius and I were dating solely because of money.

WHO'S REALLY THE GOLD DIGGER? BEAUFORT OR BLACK?

The time that James and my relationship was announced.

POTTER'S NEW GIRL?

And then there was the time that Rita decided to write an article about Julian when he was less than a week old.

THE HEIR TO BEAUFORT AND POTTER FORTUNES IS BORN.

Rita Skeeter is one sly bitch.

"Yeah, Rita's a bitch, but she sure knows how to get the dirt on people," Henry chimed in.

He was picking at his nails as he talked. He'd been fidgety and on edge since he got here.

I assumed it had something to do with Lucille.

A timer went off in the kitchen and James got up to go check it.

"That means dinner's ready," James said from the doorway, "You can come get settled in now."

I stood up and carefully got Julian out of his bassinet in the living room.

He was fast asleep and I was trying my best not to wake him, but I also needed someone to carry the bassinet into the dining room.

Without asking, Henry picked up the bassinet with one hand and started into the dining room.

"Don't worry, I got it."

Henry went through the door to the dining room, leaving Bea and me in the living room.

"How is he doing?" I asked quietly, "He seems anxious."

Beatrice shrugged, "I think he's doing okay, he just spends too much time reading the news."

I nodded in response, walking into the dining room with Beatrice following behind me.

James was busy putting the food into dishes, and Henry was setting the bassinet down near the dining table.

"Thanks, Henry," I smiled.

Beatrice walked over to the kitchen island and looked at the food James was just finishing plating.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Beatrice asked.

James took off his oven mitt and set it on the counter, "I'm all done, but if you could grab plates that'd be great. They're in that cabinet up there."

He pointed to one of the upper cabinets of the kitchen.

I rocked Julian in my arms as I watched everything that was going on in the kitchen.

Beatrice opened the cabinet and reached to grab the plates, standing on her tip toes. She let go of the cabinet down and reached up fo grab the plates with two hands, her left sleeve sliding down in the process.

In the moment that her sleeve slid down and my eyes met the pale skin of her inner left forearm, my throat went dry, and my heart plummeted to my stomach. If I wasn't gripping onto Julian so tightly, I would've dropped him.

Nestled against the pale skin on my little sisters left forearm was a mark that made me sick to my stomach.

The Dark Mark.

She grabbed the plates and closed the cabinet door with her other arm, turning around to face me.

My blues eyes met her green eyes, and within a second she knew she was caught.

James turned around, looking between Beatrice and me who were still staring at each other.

"What's wrong?" James asked slowly.

"James," I mutter, "Please take Julian from me and take him upstairs to his crib."

With a bit of hesitation, James takes Julian from my arms, "Daphne, you're freaking me out, what's wrong?"

"I don't want our child to be around for what's about to happen. Please don't ask questions, just put him in his crib."

James hurries from the room with our son, a worried look on his face.

Henry stepped between the two of us, a look of confusion-, and guilt, on his pale face.

"You're a Death Eater," I state, not even bothering to ask."

Henry's blue eyes widened quickly.

Beatrice stared at me, unmoving, not saying a word. The only way I knew that she heard me was by the tears pooling in her eyes and the slightest quiver of her bottom lip.

I take a step closer to her, completely ignoring Henry, who was standing slightly to the side, looking like he was going to be sick.

"Show me your arm," I demand, my voice starting to break.

Beatrice closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly. A strand of her blonde hair fell into her face, brushing against her brow bone.

I shook my head and took another step closer, fighting back tears. "Show me your arm," I demand again, louder.

Her eyes open again, meeting mine.

A single tear slid down her cheek, as she spoke, "I'm sorry."

I felt a hot tear fall down my face as I took another step closer to my sister.

She remained with her hands clenched at her sides, her chin held high as tears started to fall freely down her cheeks.

"I said, show me your fucking arm!" I yell, my voice cracking as I clenched my hands tightly into fists at my sides.

Beatrice breaks my stare and reaches down, ripping up her left sleeve.

Even though I had already caught a glimpse of it, the sight of it this close, completely recognizable, it made me want to throw up and scream at the world all at the same time.

I shake my head at my little sister, tears falling down both of our faces.

"Daphne-"

I turn around and look at Henry now. His face was pale and slightly green. He had a guilty look on his face as he said my name.

"Are you one too?" I asked. "Are you a Death Eater?"

Henry stares at me, his blue eyes meeting my identical ones.

I press my lips into a tight line.

"Goddamn it, answer me!" I yell again.

Henry let out a shaky breath before slowly reached down to his left sleeve.

My breath caught in my chest, making it harder for me to breathe.

As Henry pulled up his sleeve, revealing a mark identical to the one on our sister, I lost all hope.

The hope that maybe he knew, the hope that maybe he wasn't one of them.

I swallow the lump in my throat, only vaguely registering the sound of a door swinging open.

Without even looking, I knew it was James.

I heard the sound of his breath hitching in his throat, the stop of his soft footfall.

"What the hell is going on?" James asked from somewhere behind me, his voice slightly raised.

I look at Beatrice briefly before looking back at Henry.

The three of us has tear stained cheeks now, faces red.

"Do you want to tell my husband that you're both Death Eaters, or should I?" I uttered between clenched teeth. "Do you want to tell him that you both work for the Dark Lord and are responsible for the harming of innocent people, or should I?" I asked again, my voice raising with every word.

Beatrice lets out a choked sob.

I turn back to sister, looking at her through tears.

"How long?" I mutter.

Beatrice looks confused, "What?"

"How long?" I question again. "How long have you been a Death Eater? How long have you been killing innocent people?"

By the time I finished speaking, I was yelling.

Beatrice flinched, more tears falling down her face as she lets out another choked sob.

Her hand covers her mouth as she sobs quietly.

I yelled, "Someone fucking tell me!"

"A year ago!" Henry yells in response.

I shook my head slowly, "A year?"

"Since we turned seventeen," Henry adds, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

I reach my hands up to my head, letting my head rest in the palms for my hands as I attempted to process the news that I was just told.

James stayed silence throughout this, not moving or making a sound.

I look back up at Henry and Beatrice, both of them waiting for a response from me.

"Get out of my house," I say quietly.

When nobody says anything in response, I speak louder. "Get out of my house," I demand.

Henry shook his head sadly, "Daphne, please let me explain-"

I cut him off, "I don't want an explanation. I don't want to know. I just want both of you to get the hell out of my house, away from my son, away from my husband. I want you to get the hell away from me!"

Henry looks at me sadly, going over to Beatrice.

Tears will still falling down her cheeks, but she had stopped sobbing.

"Bea," Henry whispered, "We need to leave. Now."

Beatrice shook her head, her hands crossed protectively over her stomach.

James took a step and was standing next to me, his hands at his side.

"You heard her," James says, "You need to leave. Now."

His jaw was clenched tightly in my peripheral vision.

Henry gets his wand out in preparation to apparate, grabbing Beatrice's arm gently.

She lets out another choked sob, letting Henry grab hold of her.

"I'm sorry," She chokes out.

Henry waves his wand and with a twist they were gone, leaving James and me alone in the kitchen.

Neither of us speak. Neither of us move.

Suddenly my knees feel weak and I drop to the floor, landing harshly on my knees.

James rushes up to me, dropping onto his knees on the floor beside me.

I let a sob escape from between my lips, tears spilling down my cheeks, blurring my vision. I wrap my arms around my stomach, hugging myself tightly as I double over, resting my forehead on the cold tile of the kitchen floor.

Sobbing violently, James rests a hand softly on my back.

When my father died, I felt pain. I went through the stages of grief. I learned to deal with the pain.

But this kind of pain felt like it would never go away.

It felt like I would spend the rest of my life walking around with the pain of knowing that my little brother and sister are Death Eaters. With the pain of knowing that they are responsible for the deaths of muggles and muggle borns that appear in the new. Even if it wasn't them directly, they were still involved.

James lifts me up by the shoulders, making me sit up straight.

"I'm so sorry," James whispers, a look of complete pain in his eyes.

I let my head fall to his shoulder as I close my eyes tightly, letting my body rack itself with sobs.