Promised Lies

Chapter One: Fighting

I disclaim all that is recognized as famous; in all likelihood it is JK Rowling's and not mine. This story takes place in during canon year 6.

And I'm back! If you've read the whole series, skip this. If you're just tuning in I highly recommend going back to the beginning (the order is up on my page). But basically, there are two main characters (OCs), one from the Marauder era (Keena Potter Black- Sirius' wife, James' adopted sister) and one from the Golden Trio era (Kailey Snape- Snape's daughter). Kailey has access to the original HP books, but thanks to her interference, as well as Keena's, many things changed (for example Harry's parents lived and so did Sirius, but Narcissa Malfoy died). Keep in mind this is six parts being condensed to one paragraph. This also means that my writing style has shifted (not too dramatically, but I was fourteen when I started this bad boy and am now twenty). There is also time travel, future-telling and various other elements involved in and throughout this story, so go ahead, check out chapter one and if you like it (and I hope you do) stick around!

Happy reading!

Kailey's Point of View:

A crash sounded from over head. Alianna and I looked up at the ceiling before looking at each other. She had grown, probably thanks to Sirius' genetics since Keena was short, so she was almost as tall as me now.

"Who d'you think it was this time?" she asked worriedly.

"Hopefully, just Kaleb tripping over a baby toy again," I answered, wincing as a second crash sounded. She gave me a look, narrowing her blue-gray eyes. "I said hopefully!"

"It wasn't me this time, I swear!" Kaleb announced, entering the kitchen and flopping down in the chair next to Alianna.

Somehow, Dumbledore had convinced our mother that my brother would be safest here for the time being. Kaleb probably knew more about the magical world than any other muggle at this point, especially since Alianna had taken to practicing her wand movements in front of him. He was also her study-buddy whenever the little Ravenclaw wanted to revisit her second year material.

"That stinks," I answered, sighing. "It means it was either Draco, Harry or both."

"If they fight again won't your dad lose it, Ali?" Kaleb asked.

She didn't have time to answer as the flames in the fireplace flared green. Remus stepped out of them, shaking the soot from his brown hair. The full moon had been last night and it had been his final time transforming thanks to the Aconite Solution. His entire stature had changed significantly in the past year and he smiled more frequently than he had used to.

"Good morning every—" a third, louder crash interrupted him and he looked up at the ceiling. "Merlin, again?"

"Yeah," we chorused.

"How long have they been at it, then?" he sighed, heading towards the main staircase out in the hallway.

"Five-ish minutes," I answered, glancing at Alianna to confirm.

"You're just letting them go at it?" he asked with a smirk.

A fourth crash answered him and the three of us gave him a look.

"Alright, I get it," he put his hands up in defeat. "I'll see if I can't stop them before the rest of them get home."

Harry and Draco, much to their displeasure, had discovered that they would be sharing a bedroom when they came home from school. At first, they had been fine. Draco had still been in shock over his mother's death, his father's incarceration and his fall from the social ladder. Harry had felt sympathy as well as guilt over Draco's mother's death, blaming himself for the Department of Mysteries fiasco.

Then, one day out of the blue, Draco had run his mouth. We had overheard him talking to my brother, explaining something about flying believe it or not. That was fine. What was not fine was when he had felt the need to add "But of course everyone knows that purebloods are far better than mudbloods at flying."

Harry had flown off the handle.

It hadn't mattered that Kaleb had had no clue what a mudblood was. It also hadn't mattered that Draco hadn't even said it with any attitude. It had sounded like he was stating the weather. Ever since then, Harry and Draco fought at least once a day. Often times, it was more.

Meals were tense and awkward a lot of the time. Lily usually was the one who tried to get the conversation running. If Tonks was over, she would try to help. Unfortunately, neither of them was pureblooded so Draco usually ignored them unless they spoke to him directly.

"I don't care about your bloody rules!" Draco's shout jolted me from my thoughts and I looked up at the ceiling with mild interest.

Thumping from above was our only warning before a very angry Harry burst into the kitchen.

"He's the most self-centered brat I have ever met!" he declared, yanking the chair across from Kaleb out before landing in it unceremoniously. "And I grew up with Dudley bloody Dursley!"

"What was it this time?" I asked, not bothering to hide my curiosity.

Last time they had fought because Draco had wanted to change the color of their room to green and silver.

"He was complaining about not going outside of the wards again," Harry answered. "He's such an idiot; he thinks that because his parents were in it with the Death Eaters that he won't be a target."

"Wouldn't he be safe if his parents were friends with them?" Kaleb frowned, looking from Harry to me in confusion.

"No," I shook my head. "Voldemort probably would use Draco to punish his father."

"Probably?" Harry raised an eyebrow at me.

"I don't think he'd bother trying that now," Alianna interrupted. "He more likely thinks we brainwashed Draco by now. Think about it; he's been living with blood traitors, muggleborns, half-bloods and an actual muggle this whole summer."

"I wish he'd been brainwashed by now," I grumbled. "You'd be way less grouchy," I added to Harry.

"I'm not grouchy," he countered.

"Yes you are, Harry, you haven't even answered Ron's mail in three days."

"You're keeping track of my mail?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Ron wrote asking why you weren't answering," I replied with a 'well-duh' sort of tone. "He wants to know when we're going to come for a visit. I guess Fleur is driving them all insane."

Alianna huffed but said nothing. She liked the part-veela, especially since she had stood up for her against Cho Chang. I'll admit it was a good reason to like Fleur.

"Can I go too?" Kaleb asked, leaning forward in excitement. "Fred was telling me about their house and it sounds wicked awesome! Or maybe it was George…"

"You can't just invite yourself places," I rolled my eyes at the thirteen-year-old.

"Like Mrs. Weasley would care," Harry pointed out. "Ali, what about you?"

"Why would I stay here by myself?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

"You'd be with Draco, not alone," I reminded her.

"Like I said, why would I stay here by myself?"

"She has a point," Harry muttered as footsteps sounded from above and the fireplace glowed green again.

This time it was Sirius stepping out, holding eleven-month-old Aradia in his arms.

"You took her with you for Remus' transformation?" Harry frowned.

"No, Keena and I came back early before we went over to headquarters; there was a meeting earlier this morning," he replied, setting his youngest daughter on the floor and letting her crawl away towards a stray toy. "We figured you lot could do with a lay in."

"Oh, thanks," Harry said barely concealing his confusion.

"So where is mum?" Alianna asked, moving to sit cross legged on the floor to play with her sister.

"Still back at headquarters, Dumbledore said he wanted a word with her and your parents, Harry."

"About what?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

"I don't know, but I don't think it was anything good," he admitted.

Keena's Point of View:

"You lost it?" James repeated in shock. "How the bloody hell could you lose something like this?"

My brother wasn't even yelling at the ancient man in front of us. The fact that he was able to form words at all was impressive; I was still focusing on breathing properly.

"In all honesty, James, I do not know how I lost it nor do I know where," Dumbledore replied frankly, shaking his head. But something in his statement sounded off.

"But do you know when?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

He hesitated.

"Oh Merlin and Founders, you do know when, don't you?" I groaned, covering my face with both hands. "And if you know when, you have an idea about who."

Lily, whose face was just beginning to redden as her anger rose, made a faint noise in the back of her throat. She knew exactly where I was going.

"I'm afraid that the night that I lost track of it was the night after I had left Hogwarts," Dumbledore stated. "I am also concerned that relocating this item—"

"This horcrux; call it what it is headmaster," I growled, my anger at the old man rising as his emotions continued to evade the conversation. "I can't believe you would do something this stupid so close to what just happened! Honestly, Kailey didn't tell us what it was just so you could go and lose it!"

"What are you afraid will happen when you find it?" Lily interrupted loudly.

"My death."

The three of us stared at him in total silence. The idea of Dumbledore dying was ridiculous; he was ancient. If time couldn't kill him, it seemed like nothing would. He had just battled with Voldemort again and other than a slight limp…

My breath caught in my throat and I looked up to see Dumbledore staring at me intently.

"I need reassurance from the three of you," he stated quietly. "That should my death come to pass that you will not, under any circumstance, perform the Revival Spell on me. Nor will you allow any other person to do so."

"How do we guarantee that, sir?" Lily whispered, the red in her face having paled completely.

"I'm sure that you will manage just fine," he answered, sounding unconcerned.

"Why?" James asked glaring at him. "What if we still need you?"

"If I do pass, you will not need me any longer," he replied simply. "I am quite old, James," he added, looking over his glasses at my brother first before moving his gaze over Lily and me. "Death is only natural for me at this point, regardless of what form it may come in."

"Kailey knows, doesn't she?" I murmured, closing my eyes and shaking my head. "You're really going to do that to her?"

"She thinks she already prevented it, I believe," he answered. "Some things, however, are inevitable. She did tell Harry not to go to the Department of Mysteries after all; she wanted to prevent a death from occurring."

"Sirius' death," Lily answered and I shivered at the thought. "But Narcissa died instead."

Dumbledore bowed his head.

"Thus is life."

We were all silent again and I stared at the dirty, old table under my hands. The knife marks from Fred and George's accident last summer were still engraved in it. It seemed like it had been ages ago that any of it had happened. Voldemort was alive and Dumbledore was telling us that he was going to die. Making it through this war seemed less and less likely as the days went on.

"Well, I believe I have kept you here long enough," he said after the pause and we looked up at him as he stood to head for the fireplace.

"Oh, sir, wait," Lily called just as he took a handful of floo powder. "Kailey wanted us to warn you that Amelia Bones and her family are in need of protection."

Kailey's Point of View:

Summer was not a time meant for studying, if you asked me. Unfortunately, no one was asking. I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck before I resumed glaring at the Charms text in front of me for a moment before glancing around. Harry was sitting next to me, leaning back against the couch in the living room. Alianna had nestled herself into one of the armchairs and was taking notes, occasionally looking up to ask a question. Draco had parked himself in front of the coffee table, his books spread out in front of him. Kaleb had been supplied with muggle textbooks and was lying down on the couch behind Harry.

Lily was adamant that we keep up with our studying throughout the summer. It wasn't as though any of us were failing any of our classes, though. I figured it was just her way of keeping us occupied so that we didn't kill each other. Or ask too many questions about the war. Keena sometimes let us off a bit early, though. She seemed to have a sense of when enough was enough for the day. But it was thanks to the male Marauders that we had Friday through Sunday off from studying completely.

"What is the difference between Impedimenta and Immobulis?" Alianna asked aloud, her quill pausing in front of her.

Harry and I looked at one another and Draco sat back from the table and rubbed his eyes.

"Well, for starters, Impedimenta wears off faster," I replied slowly.

"I don't think that's always true," Draco countered. "Flitwick mentioned it had to do with how powerful the caster was."

"Yeah, but say it's the same caster for both," I shook my head. "Same caster, same power level, right?"

"No, not right," he answered and I could tell he was working to hold back a sneer. Maybe he didn't want Harry to get defensive again.

"So explain," I said, my eyes narrowing at him.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Obviously not."

Kaleb snorted behind me when Draco rolled his eyes and Harry tensed a little, but neither said anything. Alianna, on the other hand, was poised to take more notes.

"You've got a powerful Reducto, right, Snape?" I nodded, rolling my eyes at his tone. "But your Disarmer isn't nearly as powerful, even though you're the same caster. It depends on the caster whether or not the spell wears off at the same time."

"But those are two entirely different spells. Reducto destroys things but the Disarmer just disarms, so of course the two have different power levels, it'd be the same for any caster," Harry pointed out.

"Then it's a bad example," Draco argued. "I'm telling you, Black, it depends on the caster which one works more efficiently," he added, facing Alianna.

"Why do you all do that?" Kaleb asked, sounding annoyed. Harry and I turned to look at him while the other two looked up. "It's so annoying, listening to all of you calling each other by your last names. What would you do if there were siblings? They'd all answer all the time!"

"The Weasleys don't have a problem with it," Draco answered with much less patience than he had had with Alianna. "There are a million of them."

"There are only seven total and we only went to school with five at once," Harry grumbled, though I managed to get a hold of one of his hands and he calmed down.

"Still, don't you think it's a rude?" Kaleb persisted, not noticing Harry's danger signs.

"Malfoy doesn't understand the word 'rude' Kaleb," Harry answered matter-of-factly.

"You're one to talk, Potter," Draco snapped back.

"Oh Merlin," Alianna mumbled, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"What?" Harry and Draco both snapped at her.

"Can't the two of you hold a normal, civil conversation? Or at least not fight? It'd be nice if the war didn't have to follow us inside the house every day," I answered for her. "Besides, it's wicked annoying to listen to."

"This war is going to follow me wherever I go," Draco glared at me. "My mother is dead, remember?"

"It could be worse," I snapped back, feeling no sympathy for him at the moment. "Your mother could hate you the way mine does just because of who my father is."

Kaleb's face paled, but I pretended not to notice as I glared at the blonde on the other side of the room.

"You think you've got such a rough life, don't you? You don't know anything about what I deal with!"

"Oh, growing up in a mansion getting everything you want any time you want must be so difficult. Well, sorry it couldn't've lasted a bit longer for you, but this is life. I'm sorry your mother died, but that doesn't mean you get to act like a spoiled prat for the rest of your life with no excuses," I slammed my book shut, ignoring it when Harry gave my hand a warning squeeze.

"If you're so sorry, then why did you let my mother die?" he shouted back, slamming his hand on the table. "You know the future; why'd you let her die?"

"How dare you accuse me of letting someone die!" I yelled, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. "I would never let someone die!"

"Well you did! Diggory is dead too, remember?"

"It wasn't my fault!"

"Oh, that's right, you were 'cursed' not to tell!"

"SHUT UP!" I jumped to my feet, but he matched me.

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO LET HIM COME BACK!"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" I screamed, my face turning red as I fumbled for my wand, only to realize that Harry had taken it from my pocket.

"IF YOU HADN'T LET HIM COME BACK, SHE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!" he accused, hatred filling his every feature.

"IT IS NOT MY FAULT!" I could hear footsteps from the kitchen, but I ignored them, trying to take a step forward, but Harry was holding me against him now.

"IT IS YOUR FAULT! YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED IT ALL FROM HAPPENING!"

"I TRIED TO!" My heart was migrating up to my throat and there was stinging in my eyes.

"BUT YOU DIDN'T! YOU FAILED!" he called back, his eyes shining as brightly as mine were.

"What is going on in here?" Keena demanded, marching into the room and coming to stand between me and Draco.

"She's a murderer, that's what's going on!" Draco shouted, though he had lowered his voice significantly. "It's her fault that You-Know-Who is even back at all!"

"Draco!" she snapped, her face livid.

"You have no idea what you're even talking about!" I shouted back at him. "Don't you think there might be a good reason that he came back at all?"

"That's enough!" Keena shouted, giving me a warning glare, though I looked away from all of them. "Now, I think that's enough studying for today. Draco, Kailey, you two will stay with me; we need to have a talk."

"But she's not the one causing problems," Harry interjected, speaking up for the first time.

"Harry, unless you would like to share in the punishment, I suggest you keep yourself out of this," she ordered, giving her godson a look. He returned it for a moment before looking away. "Good, now the three of you, go find something productive to do with your time."

Kaleb and Alianna dashed out of the room, heading towards the backyard. Harry lingered for a moment before following them outside, leaving the three of us alone. Keena sighed and shook her head before looking at the two of us.

"Take a seat," she ordered, sitting herself down in one of the armchairs.

Draco took the other armchair while I slumped down on the couch, folding my arms and looking at my feet. It wasn't like I had fought with him before, at least not at the house. Why was I getting punished so quickly for the first fight we had?

"Now, one at a time, what happened?" Keena asked, looking between the two of us calmly.

"He called me a murderer," I answered without waiting for him to reply.

"Draco?" Keena asked, looking at him, though she didn't give him the kind of look I knew I would have received for such an accusation.

He didn't reply right away, but Keena didn't pester him.

"I suppose it was a bit extreme," he answered after a length of time. "Besides, Snape doesn't even have it in her."

"I am right here, you know," I snapped, glaring at him.

"I just don't understand why you let my mother die," he forced out through gritted teeth, glaring at the ground.

"I didn't let anyone die," I argued, looking at Keena for help. "I tried to stop the whole thing from happening. It would have been so much simpler to do if you and your friends hadn't helped Umbridge that day."

"I didn't know that was going to happen," he grumbled.

"No, but I suppose you let her threaten to use the Cruciatus on Harry, right?" I challenged, pleased when he flinched. "You don't know why things work out the way they do. And neither do I."

"I just feel like you didn't do anything," he stated, looking up at me.

I looked at Keena again, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

"She did do something, Draco," Keena answered for me. "Simply by being there, she changed quite a few things, some big and some little."

"What do you mean?" he said, narrowing his eyes in confusion this time. "What things?"

Keena sighed and closed her eyes in pure exhaustion.

"Your mother was not supposed to die that night, Draco," she explained looking at him with her honest chocolate gaze. "She died saving the person who was supposed to die. It was an honorable death."

He went quiet, looking away from the two of us in an attempt to hide the tears I could see forming. Just then he no longer looked like my school rival. He didn't look like a Slytherin or a bully. He just looked like a broken sixteen year old boy.

"Draco, I know this is hard for you, but you need to stop fighting with everyone all around you. None of us are here to hurt you," Keena said quietly, leaning forward in her seat. "You can trust us."

"You say it like it's that easy," he mumbled, wiping an arm across his face. "But you don't know what this feels like. I grew up learning and believing that pure bloods were better than everyone else. Then I'm thrown into this house where there's literally every blood type and…and none of it fits anymore! Even the muggle is treated with more respect than I was at the end of the school year!"

"That's because you haven't earned any," I grumbled under my breath.

"Kailey—"

"It's true! You don't just get respect from people, especially when you've treated them like doormats!" I argued, resisting the urge to glare at Draco again. "I learned it back in elementary school, apparently it's not taught in pure blood homes."

Keena sighed and looked back at Draco. He was staring at the ground again, determinedly not looking up.

"She is right, Draco. If you want them to respect you, you need to give them the same courtesy."

"That's not how it is in Slytherin," he admitted quietly. "You don't survive if you try acting like that."

"You would be surprised how well some of your housemates manage," Keena informed him. "Especially the ones who come to my office for weekly venting sessions, I'm sure you would find the same."

He frowned and looked up at her.

"No one in Slytherin goes to see you for counseling," he stated, raising his eyebrows when she laughed.

"Of course they do! Draco, do you really think Dumbledore would keep me on if a quarter of the school didn't trust me at all? There have always been Slytherins coming to my office."

He opened his mouth but then froze before glancing at me.

"You really think I don't go and talk to her myself?" I suggested with a raised eyebrow. "Honestly, I don't care if you talk to her. Can I go, Keena?" I added, moving to stand up.

"After you apologize to each other."

Draco groaned and I rolled my eyes. At least we agreed about something.

Keena's Point of View:

The fighting in the house finally died down at the end of the second week that we were home from Hogwarts. I'm not sure what got the kids to stop fighting, but whatever it was, I wanted it to stay around as long as possible. Meals were still tense at times and Harry and Draco only used their bedroom for sleeping, but they were being much more civil to one another. Alianna confided to me that she and Kaleb had threatened the older three. She didn't say with what but I could only imagine.

Even with the brief truce, I had noticed that Kaleb and Alianna were getting very close. He was very interested in learning about his sister's world and my daughter was more than willing to teach him.

"Should we do something about the two of them?" Sirius asked me, making me jump.

I was upstairs in the nursery with Aradia. It was the place where we were guaranteed quiet since none of the kids ever came up past the second floor. My eleven-month old was asleep in my arms as I rocked her back and forth, her father watching us from the doorway.

"Which two?"

"I'm not stupid enough to suggest separating Kailey and Harry," he smirked, shaking his head and coming into the room. "Especially since they just figured out that they like each other."

"So Kaleb and Alianna, then?" I smiled. "They're twelve; I don't think there's a problem."

"Thirteen," he corrected me quietly. "It's almost not fair; it's too soon for her to be a teenager, we only just got her."

"She's not thirteen for another month," I pointed out, adjusting my arms when Aradia sniffled in her sleep. "It isn't as though her growing up will make her any less your daughter, Sirius."

"It will if she gets to be interested in boys."

I rolled my eyes and gave him a look, but he just shrugged and gazed down at our younger daughter.

"How are we going to get through this?" he asked me quietly. I looked at him and he sighed. "I know most of the horcruxes are out of the way, but that doesn't account for the Death Eaters. It's only a matter of time before the Order calls for secret missions to start up again. Last time you and I only had each other to worry about, the others can all take care of themselves but now…"

"Alianna and Aradia," I finished quietly before half-smiling to myself. "Funny how it works, isn't it? I bet strangers think we named them like that on purpose. It's like Alianna was always meant for us."

"Should narrow it down if we have any more," he grinned. "That way we'll at least keep up with having a theme the way my parents did."

"And if we had a boy next time?" I suggested raising an eyebrow at him and he grinned at the challenge.

"Abraham."

"No."

"Ajax."

"No."

"Aaron."

"No but not as big of a no."

"Aiden."

"Probably not."

"Adrian?"

I paused.

"Is that a yes?"

I shook my head.

"Why don't we focus on the two we have now and not think about names for a child who may not ever exist?" I suggested. "You came up here to vent about our oldest having a crush on a muggle boy."

"Not just a muggle boy, a muggle American boy whose mother I already don't like," he elaborated with a nod as he began to pace.

"Kaleb is a nice boy, Kailey would kill him if he hurt Alianna, I don't think it's a problem," I shrugged before I stood up and went to place Aradia into her crib. "He won't be around for much longer in any case."

I turned around when I heard his feet stop moving to look at him. He was biting his lip and looking at me with cautious eyes.

"He won't be, will he?" I straightened up and place my hands on my hips.

"Actually, that's the other reason I needed to come and talk to you just now," he admitted. "His mother, well you know how she's been with Kailey? Apparently she's getting the idea that Kaleb has been, how did the letter put it? 'Tainted' by our constant presence."

"She doesn't want him back?" I asked in shock.

"Not until the war is over with."

"That could be years!" I gasped, careful to keep my voice down. "What is the matter with this woman? And what the bloody hell is her husband doing? He hasn't stood up for either of these children!"

"I can't answer either but you've been volunteered as his personal teacher until he does go back to school," he replied guiltily.

"You suggested it?"

"You would have if you had been down there when the letter came. The poor kid looked like his heart had been ripped in half," he informed me with a sigh. "Harry had to take Kailey out of the room so she wouldn't get to the floo powder, she was going to try and get Dumbledore to take her to their mother. Alianna beat Lily to comforting him too."

"And that's when you noticed that they seem to be getting along better than just friends?" I had to work to suppress a laugh at my blind husband.

"I noticed earlier," he muttered. "I just didn't process it. The point is, now we've got another kid to worry about throughout this whole thing. He won't even be able to defend himself if the school does get attacked."

"I'm sure there will be some way to defend him, we'll just have to think of it first. Besides, Merlin forbid something does happen at the school, he'll be able to help Alianna watch Aradia."

"Wouldn't you be watching them?" he frowned.

"Yeah and let you and the others do all of the fighting? I don't think so; you can't get me out of the fight that easily, Sirius Black."

He sighed but couldn't manage to stop a grin from spreading across his face. He pulled me to him, claiming my lips with his own for a moment.

"You wouldn't be the woman I fell in love with if you did anything else."

Before I could respond, there was a resounding crash that vibrated throughout the house followed by a panicked scream. We sprinted for the door, pausing only to call a house elf up to stay with the baby.

Pause scene. Enjoy it? I hope so! Next chapter shall be posted promptly (I mean it this time).

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