Family Types: Year 2

AN: I would like to apologize for my failure to use different font types (bold,italics, etc.) for different speeches with in Family Types Year 1. To fix this:

All conversation between Harry and Vexation while be bold along with chapter titles.

All dreams/memories/thoughts will be in italics.

All Parsaltounge will be in italics and bold.

All other speech will be normal, should any other conversations arise will differ from the other two. Thank you and happy reading.

-LastCornerStone

Disclaimer: Note….Fanfiction

CHAPTER 1: The Best Birthday

Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over the table at Number 12. Like the many times before, it was resolved with swords and battle axes.

"THEY'RE BLACK!"

"THEY'RE BLUE!"

"BLACK!"

"BLUE!"

"ARG!" The two were pulled off each other, and the fight over the color of Harry's socks was paused for a time.

"The third time this week!" Sirius cried restraining Harry.

"This is a tad silly." Remus agreed holding back Evangeline.

"But I'm bored." The cherubic eleven year-old cried, turning big blue eyes up to her Uncle Sirius. He had to look away so as not to be pulled in by a puppy dog pout that not even the patented Padfoot pout could counter.

It was enough.

Harry rolled out of his uncle's grip and raised his battle axes. Eva slipped out of Remus's arms and took up a fighting stance. The two were at each other's throats before the two adults could utter a sound.

The clanging of steel on steel rang through the house, waking the other occupants.

"Wha?" Draco walked down with Dante, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. As the scene below him unfolded before his sleep dazed eyes, his confused gape turned into a wide grin. He and Dante immediately placed bets on one or the other.

Regulus wandered down with a pregnant Bella in toe. He smiled and draped an arm around his fiancé, watching his little girl duck and twirl, throwing curse, punches and sword jabs at her cousin with vampire like fluidity. Bella was too tired to look horror struck at what had happened to her baby girl.

Harry got down on his hands and round house kicked Eva's feet out from under her. She spun out of the fall and back flipped over a coffee table and took up an offensive stance.

Harry moved forward with a small battle cry and swung his axe down hard.

"Do you yield?" He hissed, one axe above her head, holding her sword in place, the other below, so the point on the edge was poking the underside of her chin.

"Never." She smiled, her own dagger sneaking out to through his axe away. Harry caught it and wrenched it from her grasp, throwing it to the floor a few feet off.

"Come on Eva!" Dante whooped, now taking a press box seat on the fight by hanging his legs of the stair cases landing.

"Get her Harry!" Draco called. The two where cheering and pumping their fists into the air as the duel continued.

Eva elbowed Harry in the gut and slipped out from under him, her bare feet moving expertly on the cool tiles of the kitchen. She seemed to create friction that held her tight to the floor when ever she fought like this, an obviously unfair advantage that most who knew her, knew she didn't need.

Harry was also barefoot but he didn't look nearly as flawless in his moves.

The fight continued for a while until the adults grew tired and began to prepare breakfast around the dueling siblings.

Now Draco and Dante we're cheering with full mouths and stacks of pancakes in front of them, the adults on either side.

Harry and Eva where sweating now, tried from the battle that had been ragging for almost an hour. Finally it looked like Eva was winning. She had Harry pinned to the floor, sitting atop him, her twin blades in a 'x' shape over his neck blocked on by the boy's axe.

"Do you yield, Mr. Potter?" She smiled angelically.

"Never." He mimicked.

Throwing her off with a mighty push, he pinned her without weapons to the ground.

She laughed, a beautiful laugh, and surrendered. Harry smiled and helped her up.

"Happy Birthday Harry, I let you off easy." She shared a sweaty hug with the boy and the two pranced off to take showers before breakfast.

"Why is it that someone always gets in a fight on Harry's Birthday?" Narcissa asked quietly, pointing out an unnoticed trend of events.

"You know what…you're right!" Sirius stood up as if just realizing the fact. He looked down at the two boys with an accusing glare.

"It's not our fault." Dante defended.

"Yeah, Harry always picks the fights on his birthday. It's like he's used to it or something." Draco brushed off the topic by shoving another stack of pancakes into his mouth.

"What do you unhinge your jaw or something?" Narcissa admonished.

"No." Draco blushed as Dante laughed. He elbowed the boy in the stomach and shoveled another load in.

Harry came back down the stairs a time latter, clean and smelling great. He always prided himself on having a better smelling shampoo than Draco, even though it was often hard to find one. It was easy when all you had to worry about was sent and not how the stuff made your hair look. With Harry, there was one hair style, all over the place and shaggy.

He gave his hair an extra ruffle before sitting himself down to a late breakfast. The only person other than Remus, who was reading the paper, was Bella, who had succumbed to cravings and was dipping her pancakes into ketchup.

Harry discreetly took his only plate into the study where Dante and Draco where finishing up their own stacks. They were pouring over books on fighting, having been obsessed with the skill since they had their arses kicked by a couple Slytherins.

As soon as they had gotten back, they had worked on their fighting. Weaponry fighting was at a highpoint, but their reactions to sneak attacks were abysmal. They encourage each other and their adult counter parts to attack without warning. As a result, they began to improve, but were still unsatisfied. They continued to grow, exploring new means of hand-to-hand.

It seemed that only Harry, the defeater of the Dark Lord for the second time in his life time, had enough time to teach Evangeline. He made sure to duel with her and fix her stances whenever he saw the littlest detail out of place.

The three boys had to admit that they had made somewhat of a reputation for themselves, on that Harry didn't want Eva on the receiving end of when she arrived without being prepared. He taught, dueled, and researched different methods of fighting until they had found this alternative fighting. It was a mix of several different types of fighting, Japanese style to the old gypsy ways, all rolled up into one based on the vibrations of the ground and air currents to predict the opponents moves.

She wasn't as good at sword play as she was with hand to hand, but it was a start.

She padded into the study, her own plate of pancakes in hand, bare feet gliding across the floor like skates on ice.

"Morning boys." She trilled.

"Morning Eva, nice fight." Dante complemented.

"I'll beat him one day. Just you wait." She laughed forking another cake into her mouth.

"I have no doubt that when I'm old and gray you will defeat me." Harry laughed, looking up from his book on alternative methods of magic.

"You'd have to live to be old and gray fist." Eva snipped back.

Draco and Dante "oooooo"ed and Harry laughed.

"Mum and Dad are setting up your party so no going down stairs." Eva explained, setting herself down in one of the leather arm chairs, pulling one of the many books littering the coffee table over to her with her feet.

"What are you a chimp?" Draco accused.

"Ha ha, so funny Draco." Eva pointed her fork at him. "I'd be careful if I were you."

"What are you going to do? Hum? Knock me to the ground?"

Eva passed him a death glare.

For a time there was silence, a comfortable but quiet silence.

The three boys read books of a wide variety of fighting techniques while Eva busied herself with a book on the human anatomy.

Down stairs, Narcissa with drew into the kitchen where she and Remus where making Harry's cake.

"Seems like only yesterday I was changing his dippers." Sirius sniffs and flicked a fake tear from his eye.

"Oh please! You never went near a changing table." Remus laughed, licking black frosting from his finger tips. "Not even for Dante." Regulus chimed in. "You're one to talk. You didn't even see Eva till see was three." Sirius shot at his younger brother, rising to the bait.

"A point I'm trying to rectify with my next kid." Regulus defended hugging his wife who had just entered with a pint of ice cream.

Remus returned his attention back to frosting the three headed dog cake, all three heads charmed to move and snap and growl. Draco and Harry had finally told the adults how they had found out about Fluffy after Sirius and Remus had tied him to a chair and refused to let him up till he explained.

Then there was Eva to worry over. The tiny child had practiced with weapons and magic as soon as Bella agreed to buy her, her first set. When the three boys got home, something had obviously changed and they re-attacked their studies with a vengeance.

Only Harry seemed to make the time for Eva, grooming her in his stead. He had admitted, when questioned about his motive by Regulus that they had made a reputation for themselves, on that he didn't want Eva to be on the receiving end off, unprepared.

Dante and Draco were apparently fueled by their defeat at the end of the year and often participated in Harry's sneak attack simulations and encouraged the adults to attack them at random points throughout the day, without a moment's notice.

Remus' thoughts on the boys floated around in his head late into the afternoon as they put up decorations and stung banners and lights.

Sirius, noticing this, purposefully hung one of the banners by hand so he could fall off, pulling the banner down with him, giving the other adults something to laugh at and Remus something to do. Knowing this, Remus smiled, helping his hubby to his feet and kissing him without the usual lecture.

"HARRY! DANTE! DRACO! EVA! COME DOWN!"

"Coming Aunt Cissy!" Harry called back, closing his book and setting it on the table.

"Birthday time." Draco smiled rubbing his hands together. Dante laughed, following Eva out and down the steps. Harry simply shook his head and pushed the blonde through the door.

A chorus of Happy Birthday broke out as soon as Harry entered the kitchen. On the island that served as a table sat a 3-D cake model of the three headed dog Fluffy, charmed so that the heads could move and snap. Now and then icing drool slipped out of the mouths and landed on the cookie sheet beneath the cake forming a hardened wall of white at the dog's feet.

Harry smiled and looked excitedly at his family.

When they entered it was to a chorus of "Happy Birthday Harry". They ate cake and made merry before slipping out the back to give Harry his present

Blind folding him was useless as his magical eye would simply see through the cloth, so the whole family, even the kids who were unaware of the present for fear they would unconsciously let something slip, stood in front of him so there body heat blinded the sensors in his eye.

It was when Remus was explaining this that Draco came to his conclusion. "YOU DIRTTY LITTLE CHEATER!"

Questioning looks met his angry one.

"That's how you always found me first in hide-and-go-seek!" Laughter erupted through out the garden as Draco fumed and Harry pleaded for forgiveness in between choked laughter.

Harry got new boots from Regulus, a set of defense books from Bella, a small collection of leather bound volumes, four in all, but there was space for a fifth, all handwritten by his mother, father, Godfather and Uncle.

The first was black leather with a silver stage clasp and when opened, spilled forth his father's messy chicken scratch handwriting blotted the page with his thoughts, or the happenings he bothered to record. While the book appeared to be no thicker than a short novel, on closer inspection, Harry noticed a charm placed on it to give it an unending supply of paper. A simply word could bring up the requested selection, much like the search tool on Dudley's computer, not that the lug had known it was there.

The next one was silvery with a wolf clasp that spilled forth Mooney's neat scrawl. Inside were detailed notes on everyone ever pranked and the effects of different trials and errors as well as the mishaps the Marauders had gotten into and how they had gotten back out.

Padfoot's was brown with a grim-like dog clasp that was filled with pictures and plots for pranks as well as complicated schematics. After a few minutes of peering at it, Harry realized it was plans for the making of the Marauders map as well as a detailed layout of all the secret passages and all the hidden rooms the Marauders ever found.

The last journal was white with a lily on the cover. Inside was handwriting neater than Remus's if that was possible. Detailed explanations of spells and notes of new spells as well as the results of mixed spells covered the insides of the journal the pages becoming blotted with ink splotches as the writer grew more excited.

Harry placed the books and their small chest on his bedside table and looked back at his family, a small tear in his eye before hugging them.

Draco and Dante had pitched in with Eva to buy him a matching set of wand holsters, gloves and sheath, all with black snakes, laced with green.

Narcissa hand bought him a small green snake amulet with silver fangs that she explained was a portkey back to the very room they where in that could be activated by saying "Padfoot's going to skin me." Every one had a good laugh at the password.

Outside beyond the gazebo and picnic tables stood a replica of the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch minus the tall stands, where a slipshod version made from transfigured wood had once stood. "This is your present for the year so be grateful." Regulus laughed at the three boys and his little girl, their wide eyes and longing stairs comical.

"Rem…" Sirius asked his mate, eyes never moving from the pitch. "Did we get a ward extension?

Remus laughed. "Why do you think I had the boys take you to the dog park? After the wards were extended by Melissa Johnson, Lily's friend, Bill Weasley's mentor, I had Lily and James' pitch delivered thanks to James' old friend John in the transport section of the Ministry. They left it to you, you know. Well us. In their will, they left us the house, the mansions the gold, until Harry came to age, assuming that we were taking care of him."

Sirius smiled at his husband and hugged him.

The boys had rushed back in to the house and where rushing to their rooms to get their brooms and get back down on the pitch. Remus and Narcissa had bought their kids brooms as a reward of kicking butt and living to tell the tale.

Regulus, Remus, Narcissa, and Sirius summoned their brooms, having more sense than their kids, or the patients to think through their actions. Bella pulled up a chair and a slice of Fluffy cake.

After a brutal game of kids vs. parents in which Harry had out seeked Regulus, Dante out blocked his Alpha and Draco out chased Sirius and Eva had out bludgered her aunt Cissy, the group retired to the living room for a round of Exploding Snape, a game designed by Sirius so that the cards had different pictures of Snape that blew up in your face as they shouted obscenities among other things. Regulus, who had failed miserably at the card game, soon found himself beside his wife.

"You're not going to tell him this year either."

Regulus looked up at her. It wasn't a question but it still requested an explanation and Regulus Black wasn't stupid enough not to give her one

"You can't keep hunting these things down Reg. Not with a baby on the way."

He sighed.

"I know. I can't tell him now though. Did you see what happened to him after nearly losing to Voldemort once? If I tell him about this Ester egg Voldemort's set up with his souls, he'll flip, he'll leave school and try to hunt them down with me. He needs to finish learning. We can't teach him how to deal with people or about serology or anything he might need later on when he really needs to join this fight."

Bella sighed and nodded.

"Just promise me you won't run off this year? It's hard enough working and coming home to an empty bed without being pregnant."

Regulus smiled "I owe you that much."

"YES! YES! HAHA!"

Looking up, Regulus burst into true laughter. His brother sat scowling before his mate, who was trying to stifle his laughter, eyebrows singed and smoking while Harry did a sort of happy dance on the table, his siblings laughing and clapping their hands, taking gold from Narcissa and Remus.

"Like I said before, we've corrupted them enough." Regulus smiled.

AN: First installment of Year 2. All comments are welcomed, whether on spelling, plot or just questions. If anyone had suggestions for the plot itself, I am always open and will credit you if the idea is used.

Your humble servant,

LastCornerStone