Warning: It is a little graphic in the beginning just to let y'all know

All Harry had done that day was lay in his bed and stare at the ceiling. John had tried talking to him a couple times, but Harry had always rebuffed him. He just wanted to be alone with his thoughts right now.

His relatives were dead. It still didn't seem possible even though it was the truth. It had even made it into the Muggle papers. Apparently, the postman had reported a rancid smell coming from the house after two straight days to the constables. What they had found had terrified them.

They had found Dudley's head left on the stairs looking at them as they finally kicked the door down. They found the rest of his body scattered throughout the rest of the house.

They had found his aunt's lifeless corpse in the living room. She had been bound and stripped. It was clear that they had taken certain "liberties" with her before they finally put her out of her misery.

His uncle they think was killed last. His male organ had been severed from him and shoved down his throat. They believe that he choked to death on it, but the person had cut him everywhere and written a message with his blood on the walls.

Potter.

It was clear that Death Eaters had done this. They obviously hadn't known that Harry wasn't living in Surrey any longer. Or they had known, and they just didn't care. This point of this attack had been clear. To show Harry what would happen to those who were even associated with him. He shouldn't be surprised that had found him. With magic anything was possible.

Now the police had let the public know that he was their number one suspect in this case. It would be easy to deal with. All he had to do was show him the clear evidence that he hadn't been anywhere near Surrey that night.

That wasn't the issue. No matter how much he might have hated his relatives, they hadn't deserved that. He hated his uncle most of all but to watch his family being tortured like that in front of him? Harry would never wish that on anyone.

Somebody started to knock at the door, but Harry didn't answer. Probably just John again.

"Pronglet?" Sirius asked from outside. "Can I come in?" Again, Harry didn't answer but still the door opened.

"I didn't say you could come in." Harry mumbled facing away from Sirius. He felt his godfather sit on the bed next to him.

"Perks of owning the house. I don't really have to listen to anyone but myself."

"I'm sure Hannah would love to hear that." Harry responded dismissively. "What do you want?"

"Harry." Sirius sighed. "I know you don't want to talk to anyone right now but it w-"

"Sirius please just stop." Harry interrupted. "Don't tell it wasn't my fault because we both know it was. Voldemort wouldn't have even paid them any mind."

"Harry even you know that's not true. They were Muggles which meant if Voldemort won this war then they would've been slaves to him if he even let them live at all. I'm not going to deny them being your family made them a target, but you can't blame yourself for this. Only him."

"I never hated them." Harry said suddenly.

"What?" Sirius asked confused.

"My cousin and Aunt. My Uncle was nothing short of a brute. He was a horrible human being and deserved death. But I never hated Dudley and Petunia. They may have been horrible to me all my life, but I never truly hated them. They didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that." A single tear had run down Harry's face.

Sirius sighed. "This is war Harry. Nobody is safe not even civilians. During the last one Death Eaters were known to kill entire families just to hurt one of their enemies. That's what happened with the Bones family. Amelia had fought against those bastards and they killed her brother and his wife for it."

"Susan's mum and dad?" Harry asked finally turning to look at Sirius.

Sirius nodded and grimaced. "What those animals did to them... I wasn't there but I heard the reports."

"What I'm trying to say Harry is that this war won't be clean." Sirius continued. "People will die on both sides. Terrible people, good people and innocent people alike. That's war."

"I hate the bastards." Harry spat. "Every one of them."

"I understand." Sirius nodded. "Use this Harry. Use this as a reminder of why you fight. Use this as a motivation to defend everyone you love."

Everyone that he loved. "Daphne's family is a target because of me too aren't they?" Harry said.

"They'll be a target no matter what Harry. Her father might run for Minister after all."

"But Voldemort will come after her specifically to hurt me. Won't he."

Sirius paused but then nodded. "He might. Daphne is a fighter though."

"How they've managed to stay neutral all these years I have no idea." Harry said not saying what was really on his mind. He couldn't let his girlfriend die because of him.

"Daniel is a clever man as was his father and grandfather before him." Sirius patted him on the shoulder. "You should probably take a shower. The Greengrass's and Hermione will be here in about an hour."

Harry nodded absentmindedly. "Harry." Sirius continued. "I will always be there for you. I know I'm not your dad. I could never replace James, but I will do the best I can. If you ever need to talk about this or anything else, please let me know." Harry nodded absentmindedly and Sirius finally left.

Harry sighed and got up from the bed to take a shower. Sirius was right. Daphne would be here in about an hour.

And when she came Harry would have to make a tough choice. She would understand though.

He was only doing this to protect her.


"Well hello family." Hannah smiled when her brother's family stepped out of the fireplace. "So glad you could join us."

"A bit dark in here isn't it Sirius?" Daniel asked the man who only rolled his eyes.

"Believe me I've tried to change it. My parents, probably my mother, did cast some charm on the house to make it even more gloomy."

Daniel shrugged. "If you like I know a good curse breaker. He might be able to help you."

Sirius waved him off. "Thanks for the offer but w-"

"Yes." Hannah answered instead and then raised an eyebrow at Sirius when he looked as if to say something. "Do you know how many times I've stubbed my toe walking to and from the bathroom?"

John snorted from the chair he had been sitting in. He was about ready to get up and greet his cousins when Astoria shot at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hey Tori." He smiled as he returned her hug.

"I missed you." She smiled back and then frowned. "So, I'm confused. Did you lose a bet?"

He glared at her and then shook her off. "Ha ha ha. I wouldn't make too much fun. Harry has one too."

Daphne groaned. "You're kidding… please tell me you're kidding."

John grinned at her. "I would never kid Daphy."

"Where is he anyway?" Jane looked around.

John shifted uncomfortably. "He's ehh-"

"Last I saw him he was taking a shower. He should be down in a few minutes." Sirius answered quickly.

"Maybe we can get a pickup game of Quidditch going in the backyard." Astoria said excitedly. "You should see me recently! I've been practicing every day. Just think we could be playing together this year."

John had to force a smile. "Yeah that'd be great." He responded. Ever since his injury his career had been in doubt. He had been in contact with the Irish side and they still wanted him, but they would be taking some precautions. They wanted him to come in for an exercise next week. If he checked out there, then he would be allowed to start practicing with the team for the World Cup next month. The key word being IF.

That's when Harry decided to enter the room. "Hi everybody." He said to the new arrivals. "Sorry I wasn't here to gre-" He was cut off by his girlfriend who threw her arms around his neck and took him into a searing kiss.

"Hey." She smiled at him. "Are you okay?" Something about him just seemed off. She couldn't place it.

He hesitated before shaking his head. "Can we talk? Just the two of us?"

She was confused but she nodded. "Harry is going to give me a quick tour Mum and Dad." She said to her parents. Her mother nodded but Daniel's eyes narrowed.

"A tour or a snogging session?" Astoria muttered and shrugged when her sister shot her a glare. "Am I right or am I right?"

"Don't be too long." Daniel said trying his best to ignore his youngest daughter.

Daphne rolled her eyes and then turned back to her boyfriend. "Shall we?"


At eleven fifty the letter that John had sent Hermione started to vibrate in her pocket. "I think it's time." She said to both her parents. They had been spending some time together in the living room when the Portkey began to warn her.

"How does that thing work again?" Matthew asked.

"It's a Portkey." Hermione explained. "It's something that can transport you to a set area. It can be anything."

"And John was able to make one?" Emma asked. "It's seems like there'd be more to it than that."

"He probably had his mother make it." Hermione replied. She had read about the Portkey Charm and while it wasn't overly difficult, they were still a year off from learning it.

"When do you think you'll be home?" Matthew asked his daughter as he read the sport section in the paper.

"I'm not sure." Hermione replied. "It just depends I guess."

"Okay." Her dad said trying not to sound overly invested. "Be sure to let the Duffy boy he is invited to dinner tomorrow night. It'll be nice having him."

"You mean nice interrogating him?" Emma raised an eyebrow.

Matthew shrugged. "If I remember correctly your dad put me through the ringer when I first met him. I wouldn't be doing my duty if I didn't do the same."

Hermione snorted. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled." She kissed her father on the cheek and then gave her mother a hug. "Love you both."

"Have fun dear." Emma smiled.

Hermione waved to her family and took the letter out of her pocket. It had begun glowing and the vibration had picked up in intensity. As soon as she touched it, she felt something like a hook in her navel and was ripped through the air. Only moments later she was standing on a sidewalk outside a set of buildings.

She felt like she was going to throw up. When they travelled last summer for the World Cup the sensation then had been horrible but this one was a million times worse.

"You okay there Granger?" There was her boyfriend. He was behind the fence that led to the row of houses.

"I'm fine." She said as her stomach slowly settled. "What is that…"

He flipped his head back and forth letting his mullet go in the wind. "I call it-"

"I call it history." She said for him. "That's what I call it."

He began to pout. "But I like it. I think it's cool."

She shrugged. "Keep if you want then. Just don't be surprised when I don't kiss you."

"Low blow." He muttered before coming over. Before she could do anything, he picked her up like a bride in both his arms. "Hello." He said.

"Hi." She smiled at him and took him into a long kiss. "Which one of these is yours?"

"12 Grimmauld." He replied still not setting her back down.

"Erhmm…John?" She blinked. "It completely skips Twelve. Are you sure you don't mean one of the other houses?"

He shook his head. "Reach in my pocket there and you'll find a piece of paper. Just read it."

"Can't you just set me down and hand it to me yourself?"

"But then I'd have to set you down." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She rolled her eyes and reached down into his front jean pocket and sure enough there was a piece of paper. She recognized his untidy scrawl. "The House of Black's estate is located at Twelve Grimmauld Place." She read.

As if on que there was a soft rumbling. To her amazement, 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place began to separate from one another. Now occupying that space was a whole new house. 12 Grimmauld Place the sign on the front read. "A Fidelus Charm?" She asked and John nodded.

"Apparently it's been in Black's family for centuries now." He said as he started walking towards the entrance with his girlfriend still in his arms. She wasn't really complaining.

"Took you long enough." Hannah said as her son and Hermione both entered.

"We would've gotten here faster if he would let me walk." Hermione retorted as her boyfriend finally released her. She then proceeded to close the distance between the older woman and gave her a hug. "It's so good to see you Hannah."

"You as well dear." Hannah smiled. "You look beautiful as always." This made Hermione's face tinge pink. "How are your parents?"

"They are well." Hermione then turned to John. "That reminds me, they wanted me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow." The way Hermione phrased it made John think it was in his best interest to accept.

"Oh uhm…" John blinked. Dinner at the Granger's? He did really want to go but at the same time he was a bit terrified. Hermione's mother seemed like a sweet woman but the way her father looked at him made him a bit fearful. He was afraid that he would say something stupid and pay the consequences.

"He would love to go." Hannah answered for her son. "We didn't have any big plans for dinner tomorrow anyway."

"Y-Yeah that sounds nice." John gulped. "What are we having?"

"Steak I believe." Hermione answered. She thought it was so adorable how nervous John got about this subject. She knew that he only wanted to make a good impression with her parents, but he just had to be himself.

"A family after my own heart." John grinned. "That sounds nice." He repeated.

Hermione smirked and shook her head. "Who else is coming by the way? Your letter said there'd be a few other people."

"Just you and my brother's family." Hannah answered. "They're in the parlor right now. Shall we join them?"

Hermione wanted to refuse at least for right now anyway. There was something that she wanted to talk to Hannah about but not with John around. She would just have to bide her time. "Sure."

"Hermione Granger!" Sirius said from his chair as she walked in with John and Hannah. "So nice to see you."

"Sirius." She smiled and then addressed the others. "Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass how are you. Astoria, good to see you. Da-" She looked around and didn't see her friend. Or Harry for that matter.

"She's around here somewhere." Jane said seeing the girl glance around. "Harry was taking her on a tour."

"A very personal tour most likely." John muttered to himself. He ignored his Uncle's glare in his direction. "'Mione would you also like a tour?" He asked.

"She just arrived. I'm sure she just wants some time to unwind." Hannah said. She knew all too well what her son's intentions were on this "tour".

"Maybe in a bit love." Hermione answered her boyfriend. His version of a tour probably was showing how soft his bed was. "I hear you're thinking of running for Minister, Mr. Greengrass. It would be nice to know we'd have somebody who would take the job seriously and not use it to pad their pockets."

"I haven't fully decided yet really." Daniel sighed. "I don't think it's likely that Fudge has too much longer in office though. He'll probably be gone by the end of this month or the next."

"Good riddance." Hannah said. "I've always thought you'd make a good Minister."

"What's going to happen?" Hermione asked voicing the question that was on everybody's mind.

"It's going to get bad." Daniel answered grimly. "Humans can be horrible creatures to each other especially wizards."

She nodded. "What they did to Harry's relatives was horrible."

Daniel and Jane nodded solemnly but Astoria only looked confused. "What do you mean?" Astoria asked

"Death Eaters killed Harry's family." Daniel answered.

Hermione had read about it in the paper this morning and while the Muggle authorities didn't know who was responsible, she knew that it had to be Voldemort.

"Why didn't I read about it in the Prophet?" Astoria asked.

Daniel snorted. "Please three Muggle's dying? Those idiots don't care about any of that. Muggles die every day and no one bats an eye.

"Where is Harry exactly?" Daniel asked looking at his nephew.

John shrugged. "I think he's still with Daphne."

"I think it's time you both went on that tour now." Daniel's intention for his nephew was clear. Check on the boy.


"This house is larger than it seems on the outside." Daphne remarked as she and Harry walked up the stairs. She honestly didn't know how many levels there were to this place. "And was that a backyard I saw outside?" Harry nodded. "Why don't the other two have one?"

"Magic, I guess." Harry responded.

She stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He replied but with no power behind it.

"Harry." She said firmly crossing her arms. "Please just talk to me. I'm here for you."

He took her hand and pulled her into a room just to his right. She didn't resist.

"Is this your room?" It must've been. She didn't think that John or Sirius would have a picture of her and Harry on their nightstand. It was from the Yule Ball. Merlin, that seemed like it was decades ago, but it was really like half a year.

He nodded. "What's wrong Harry?" She asked again sitting down on his bed. At first, she had figured that he had wanted something a bit more personal from her when he asked her to speak privately but this was obviously serious.

"My relatives are dead." He answered plainly. "I got an owl yesterday from Dumbledore."

She got up and wrapped her arms around him. "Harry I'm so sorry." She whispered. He didn't react at all in her arms so she planted a kiss on his cheek. "I know they were horrible people, but they were still your family."

"It was him, wasn't it?" She continued. "Voldemort?"

Harry nodded. "He wanted to use them as an example. Anyone who supports me or is affiliated with me is going to end up the same as the Dursley's. Being around me is suicide."

"We'll stop him Harry." She smiled weakly at him. "We're going to get rid of these Horcrux's and were going to make that monster pay for everything he's done."

He shook his head. "I am." He responded shrugging her off.

"WE will." She emphasized. "You have a lot of people beh-"

"Don't you get it?" He snapped startling her. "I've already said it. Being around me is fucking suicide. All I do is get people killed. My relatives, my parents. Voldemort would've left them alone if it weren't for me. He was after me that night he killed my Mum and Dad. I don't know why but he was. I'm a magnet for this. You'd be better off without me."

He sighed and then finally looked at his girlfriend. He had to take a step back. The look of unbridled rage on her face melted his entire argument. "How dare you Harry Potter." She hissed. "How dare you."

"The last I checked I am fully able to make my own damn choices." She continued. "You think that bastard will come after my family just because of you? We might have been neutral for so many wars Harry, but that neutrality came at a cost. The Dark families think we spend too much time with the Light and the Light families think we're dark just because of the magic we practice. We're not welcome anywhere. Merlin, we still wouldn't be if we wouldn't have fought against the Death Eaters in the graveyard. And last I checked Dad was running for Minister. He's already made it clear that even sympathizing with Voldemort won't be tolerated. That makes him and his family a target. They're going to come after me specifically because of you Harry. That much is true but even if I slapped you across the face in the middle of Diagon Alley tomorrow and said I wanted to do with you ever again, they would still come after me. It's the kind of people they are so please don't stand there and tell me I can't help you fight your battles."

"It's like I said." She finished. "You're stuck with me Potter. Forever if you'll have me."

At first, he didn't respond. She wanted to be with him even after he tried to push her away? "I-I'm sorry." He sputtered and then sat on the bed. "I-I-I'm just so sorry Daph."

She put her arms around him and that's when he lost it. Emotion just took over his body and the tears came. Everything he had been holding in over the past day just spilled out now. She didn't say a word. She just let him go.

When he finally stopped, he didn't move. He had missed this so much even if had only been a few days. The feeling of her arms around him, them just able to be with one another. "I missed you." He smiled weakly at her.

"I know." She responded. "Last I checked I'm pretty awesome." A knock came at the door.

"Harry?" A familiar voice asked. "Are you in there?"

"Just one second Hermione!" Daphne called back. "Are you ready?" She asked her boyfriend who nodded.

He sighed. "Guess I should probably be social." He got up off the bed and then went to the door. "Hey He-" That was all he was able to get out before his best friend wrapped him up in one of her bone crushing hugs that she was so famous for.

"Harry I'm so sorry to hear about the Dursley's." She said. "I wanted to write you, but I didn't know what to say."

"Thanks Hermione."

"If there's anything I can do please let me know." She insisted.

"There is something you can do." He grunted.

"What is it?"

"Can you let go of me? I'm having trouble breathing." He wheezed.

"O-Oh sorry." She said embarrassedly and finally released her hold on him. He then took her into a gentle hug.

John chuckled softly. "I've told you before love those hugs of yours could crush a giant if you wanted too."

Daphne glared at him. "You really have a habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. You know that right?"

John shrugged. "It's a gift I guess." He then turned to look at Harry who had released Hermione. "How do you feel brother?" He asked.

"Loads better." Harry responded and then smiled at Daphne who returned the gesture.

"Sooooo…what were you two doing up here exactly?" John asked wagging his eyebrows. The two tinged pink. "HAH I KNE-" Hermione silenced him with a slap on the shoulder.

"Whatever they were doing up here John Daniel Duffy is nobody's business except their own." She stated.

He pouted. "Only two people who've called me that before is Mum…and now you."

"Behave and I won't." Hermione pointed out.

Daphne was struggling to keep in her laughter. Glad someone was able to keep her cousin under control. "We should probably get downstairs. Wouldn't want them to worry."

"Why do you think Uncle Daniel sent us up here?" John asked as they started walking down the stairs. "To make sure that you weren't defiling his olde-" He stopped suddenly when Hermione shot him a warning look.

"Harry!" Jane said to her daughter's boyfriend as the children returned. "How are you?"

"I've been better Mrs. Greengrass." He responded honestly. "I'm getting there though. Sorry I didn't hello to you each individually when you arrived."

"Think nothing of it." Daniel said. "Please let us know if there's anything we can do."

Harry shook his head. "You four are guests. Let me know if there's anything if I can do for you."

Astoria got up and walked over to Harry. "You can give me a hug." She said as if it should be obvious.

"I can do that." He smiled and embraced his girlfriend's little sister. "Good to see you Tori."

"I was just telling John earlier that I've been practicing on the broom he bought me. I'm going to go out for the Slytherin team this year as a Chaser."

"That's great!" He grinned. "Means we can play against each other."

"How is Quidditch going for you Harry?" Jane asked. "Has the National Team been in contact?"

He nodded. "I'm supposed to head to their training facility this Wednesday to meet the team. Our first match is next month against Norway."

"That's actually pretty soon. Shouldn't you have more time to practice?" Astoria wondered.

"There were arrangements that would've let me leave for weekends and practice with the team after the Quidditch tournament was over but with everything that happened…" Harry left it at that. He had talked to Coach Smith about it and he had agreed that Harry should take the time to recuperate and join the team at the beginning of the summer.

"Are many of these students from Hogwarts?" Jane asked.

"I'm not sure actually." Joe hadn't told him about scouting any other students from Hogwarts besides him but that didn't mean that he hadn't.

"Odds are no." Daniel shook his head. "There's a lot of those kids who could be homeschooled or go to school overseas. They even have a regulated Quidditch League for the homeschooled children."

"So, some of my teammates will be better than the ones at Hogwarts." Harry said.

"Very likely. The ones who go to Hogwarts are the just ones who were accepted and enrolled. I know some players in the pros were homeschooled. Don't underestimate these children."

Harry knew those dangers. He had underestimated Ilvermorny in the tournament and they proved more dangerous than he figured. He had underestimated the lengths that Voldemort and his minions would go to, to capture him and he had almost lost his life and Daphne's. He was done underestimating.

"Maybe we can get a pickup game going." John suggested. "We can all get some practice in."

"Is that wise?" Daniel asked worriedly. "Muggles could see you."

"Not an issue." Sirius interjected. "My family put so many charms on this house that Muggles couldn't see into that backyard if they were staring straight into it." It was at that point that one of Harry's least favorite people woke up from her nap.

"BLOOD TRAITOR BASTARD!" A shrill voice rang out from the hallway leading to the front door.

"Bloody hell Black." John groaned. "I thought you were going to take care of that thing."

"Bit more difficult than I thought." Sirius retorted and stormed into the hallway. "SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP YOU OLD BAT!"

"Erhm…who is that?" Daphne asked confused as the shouting match raged between the two.

"Sirius's Mum." Harry responded trying his best to tune the two out.

"I thought both his parents were dead." Hermione asked confused as the shouting ended with a bang.

"They are." Sirius grumbled as he came back into the room. He rubbed his temples and sighed. "Before she died my dear old mother put a portrait of herself in foyer. So now we get to hear all her Pure-blood drivel throughout the day."

"Why not just take it down?" Jane asked.

"Believe I've tried…numerous times." Sirius shook his head. "I don't know what she did, but that thing is on there and it's not coming off. Best we can do right now is just work around it."

"Anyway, shall we get this game underway?" Harry asked. It would be nice to have something to take his mind off things. "John and Tori can be Chaser and I'll try my hand at Keeper."

"I didn't bring my broom." Astoria frowned.

"Have no fear." Sirius got up from his chair with a grin. "I'm sure that we have one or two brooms upstairs. My brother was on the team back in Hogwarts. It won't be top of the line, but it'll do for today."

"Thanks Sirius." Tori said. She got out of her chair and sprinted towards the back door. "What are you guys waiting on? Come on!"

Jane shook her head. "We best not keep her waiting." She said as she and Daniel followed after her.

"Care to play too?" Harry asked his girlfriend.

"How about I just watch?" She responded instead. John was the player in the family not her.

Harry shrugged. "Suit yourself." They followed after Astoria.

John looked at Hermione as if waiting on her to follow him as well. Instead Hermione turned to Hannah who didn't seem to be in any hurry. "Are you coming as well?"

Hannah shook her head. "I'll be out soon. Thought this was as good as time as any to whip up snacks for everyone."

"Oh, let me help!" Hermione offered seeing her opportunity.

"That's not necessary dear." Hannah smiled.

"Please would you let me?" Hermione asked.

"If you're certain." Hannah said. "I'll try not to keep your girlfriend for too long." She said to her son who only shrugged.

"See you ladies out there then." John responded before joining everyone else outside.

"So how is your summer going so far Hermione." Hannah asked the girl as they made their way to the kitchen.

"It's going fine." Hermione responded. "Nothing much to report really."

Hannah nodded absentmindedly. "You'll have to sit your O.W.L.'s this year. I know if anyone is ready it's you."

Hermione nodded but then decided it was time to stop making small talk and just get to the point. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."

"What's that dear?" Hannah asked.

"It's about John's hair."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Merlin. Glad you feel the same way about it. I knew if anyone could get through to my son it'd be Hermione Granger."

Hermione smiled but shook her head. "That's not what I meant although it is GHASTLY."

Hannah chuckled. "What did you mean then?"

"The color."

Hannah froze up. "Oh?" She tried to appear nonchalant but was failing. "What about the color?"

"I haven't known John for very long, but his hair as always been reddish brown like Joseph's. Now it's suddenly black. I did some reading there are spells out that that can change the color of your hair and they're very difficult to get rid of."

"What are you saying Hermione?" Hannah asked. She had been cutting carrots, but the speed had been steadily intensifying as the conversation went on.

"Miss Greengrass you can be honest with me." Hermione promised. "I just want to make sure that John isn't in any danger. Whatever you say to me I won't repeat it back to him if you don't want me to."

The chopping slowly came to a stop. Hannah sighed heavily. "Cat's out of the bag then." She turned to face Hermione. "I never truly loved Joseph. I knew what he was and who he was loyal too. I was trying to come up with the courage to leave him when I got pregnant. I thought maybe the baby would change him. That he would devote his life to raising the child and not serving the Dark Lord. I was wrong."

"When John was born, I was afraid. For one me and Joseph had only consummated our marriage once but there was another man involved."

"Another man?" Hermione asked.

Hannah nodded. "Someone I went to school with. When John was born, Joseph wasn't there. Fulfilling some mission for his Master. I was overjoyed. My baby boy came out with black hair and grey eyes. I had to act quickly. I had the midwife who helped deliver John cast the spell. My magic was too weak after giving birth and she was loyal to the family."

"So, Joseph isn't John's real father?" Hermione asked.

Hannah snorted. "He was never a father to him except in the legal sense. Joseph never thought about John's true parentage. He didn't know. I would do anything protect my boy from that monster."

"The other man is the only man I've ever been with besides Joseph. He's John's true father."

"Who is it?" Hermione asked now hanging on the edge of her seat. This went way deeper than she ever thought it would. "Who is John's father?"

Hannah looked to Hermione. "Sirius Black is the only man I've ever loved and the only man I've ever been with other than Joseph. He's John's father."

Outside the kitchen they heard a noise and they turned to face it. In the doorway was a white-faced Sirius Black who had just dropped the brooms that he had been sent to retrieve. "I-I-I-I'm w-w-w-w-what?"


A/N: I thought I was really clever when I laid that hint about John's hair, but I guess not. Half of you picked up on it immediately in the last chapter of Serpent and Her Lion.

I won't be going too heavily into the whole Quidditch aspect for this story. I'll show a few games here and there, but it won't be a big part of the story like the first one.