Authors note: Well guys i'm back. i must say its been a busy few months. However i now have this for you to enjoy. A bit of humor, family feeling, Deatheaters and of course our favourite Harry Potter men. I'm sorry in advance for killing some (most) of the characters of harry potter but remember this is AU and it is set at a time when... READ BELOW :P

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It has been a year since Harry, Ron and Hermione left Hogwarts, their education complete. Under the guidence of Prof. Dumbledore the trio have struggled along side the adult members of the Order. Each have lost family members and friends and all three were present when Prof. Dumbledore was put out of action. Luckly he survived, sadly the blender didn't. Since the "Blender incident" Ron and Harry have remarked and fought over the stupidity of Prof. Dumbledore being hurt and nearly killed by muggle technology when the dark lord failed so many times. Now the order is reduced to a small militant unit, fighting against the injustices of the Dark lord's growing power base. while he has failed to take over all of Britian he is getting there quickly. Our story starts one dark and slightly windy night after yet another failed mission.

Remus Lupin sat at the rough wooden table of number 12 Grimmald Place. He had his feet up on another seat, something Molly Weasley would have killed him for if see ever saw. However Remus felt pretty safe on that count as Molly Weasley wouldn't be seeing anything ever again. He mentally slapped himself for being so flippant about the death of his friend but then he was just too tired to be anything else about anything. The mission tonight had been a complete failure and left The order of Phoenix crippled. Three people dead, three friends, three colleges, three family members. He wasn't talking of the Golden trio though, they were safe, sleeping off their own mission. Lupin yawned and stood up, his grey patched robe lifting several inches off the ground with his action. Grabbing his wand off the old table he walked though the hall towards the old stair case. It had been Harry's idea to decorate the hall with memorials to those that had died fighting the evil of the toothpaste monster, whoops he meant the man with a broom stick in his-

A knock at the back door juttered him out of his cynical ramblings. Cursing the person who was returning late he opened the door to find a clocked figure standing on the back step, reaching for his wand he asked cautiously for the password.

"Nothing else matters" the stranger said softly in an accent that Lupin identified as from Northern Scotland, drawing their clock around them more securely. "Now will you let me in?" Grey eyes flashed beneath the hood and Lupin stepped back to allow the person entrance. Entering the kitchen the stranger removed their hood, pushing long black hair back. The stranger turned towards Lupin, revealing themselves as a very feminine version of Sirius Black,. "I'm looking for my father, Sirius black"

Lupin's eyes rolled back in his head and seconds later he crashed to the ground.

Sirius had been sleeping peacefully and rather comfortably in his room when a sudden crash woke him. Jumping out of bed and racing down the stairs wand in hand, expecting to find death eaters, he pushed open the kitchen door, Harry, Ron and Hermione on his heels to find-

A woman leaning over Lupin. A young woman that looked surprisingly like him. Leaning over an prostate Lupin. As he skidded to a halt as she raised her head, "I don't think he took the news so well." Sirius looked blankly at her. She stood and reached one hand out, "Charlotte Grey, or Black if you want to use my father's name. I'm looking for Sirius black, my father." Sirius just stared at her as Harry impatiently pushed forward to shake her hand. "Harry Potter, pleasure to meet you. This oaf here is Sirius and the one on the floor is Remus Lupin. These are my best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger." he indicated each person with a wave of his hand. Charlotte smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm afraid I must be the bearer of bad news though. As well as being her to meet my father I have news from Scotland."

Harry looked at her grimly, "It can't be much worse than what we've had before. Though whatever it is and however bad it is I think it could wait. I'll show you to a room and we'll talk over breakfast." He ran his hand though his messy black hair nervously. Charlotte nodded, "As you wish Mr Potter," She picked up a battered travelling case that had sat unnoticed in the corner. Harry turned to lead her to a spare room but quickly turned back. "One thing, you're what 17? 18? About my age, so don't call me Mr Potter. Harry will do just fine." She smiled and nodded, "Sure. Harry it is then. I do insist though that you call me Charlie or at least Charlotte." Ron stepped forward, his arm around Hermione, "Same goes for us." The four teenagers left the kitchen leaving a shocked Sirius and a groaning Lupin alone.

The room Harry had shown her to was large and slightly musty smelling but still one she instantly loved on first sight. The bed was a large four poster oak with red hangings and looked inviting. Despite her compossure downstairs as soon as she was alone Charlotte started shaking with the effort of staying upright. Deciding that exploring the room could wait until morning she waved her wand and let the smooth sounds of New Zealand band Opshop play quietly though out her room as she stripped off and jumped into the shower in her adjoining bathroom. The water wasn't as hot as she would have liked it but it did the job of washing the sweat and dust off her.

"If everything turned out as had we planned

Then we wouldn't have to go though any of this.

Maybe it'll be more simple than you could even think."

Charlotte sang along softly to the music, ghostly images of her mother dancing around their Scottish cottage singing along to the song. Her mother's auburn hair flung around her shoulders and her New Zealand accent sung the words just right, a skill that Charlotte had never mastered properly because of her Scottish accent. With a jolt Charlotte remembered that this memory had occurred only the week before. The last week when her mother was still alive, her father was just a safe house only if really needed, the death eaters didn't exist and when she was still a carefree teenager. Now this week she was thrown into a war she did not want to be in and her mother, her bright, beautiful, smiling mother was dead. She steeped out of the shower, not noticing the fine furnishings and grabbed her towel. After drying herself off and dressing in time to Evermore, she wandered into her room and jumped straight into bed for a few hours precious sleep before she had to relive her nightmare again.

Sirius had known, of course, about his daughter and it was on his way to tell Lily and James about the birth of their goddaughter that he had been waylaid into prison for 13 years. When Terri got pregnant, Sirius and her had decided that if anything happened Terri would flee to Scotland and raise their daughter in safety so as per their agreement Terri fled on Sirius' imprisonment. After his release they had decided that it was still too dangerous for Charlotte to meet him so she stayed with Terri, safe or so he thought until she showed up tonight. Sirius knew that if Charlotte was here then Terri, his one true love, was dead. He never stopped loving his wife and child and it pained him to be so far away, his only consolation was that Charlotte was not a total stranger. He knew childhood stories and she knew who and what he was, if not him personally. It was only a pity that he was only just going to get the chance to meet her when she was already a grown woman…well nearly but he'd seen Harry's look at her. It looked like he was going to get to give the overprotective father speech after all.

A sudden longing to see his baby girl overwhelmed him and he threw back his covers for the second time that night and crept down the hall towards her room. Silently pushing the door open he slid into her room. The satin curtains were open slightly and a beam of moon light was caressing her tear stained cheek. Sirius looked down at her, she looked so vulnerable when she was sleeping. He started when he saw the tattoo, a small Leo sign on her shoulder, the start sign or her mother. It look fresh and still a bit sore, she must have gotten it down the Muggle way. However, seeing her like that, peaceful and sleeping involve his parental instinct was to hold her close and consol her on the death of her mother, but knowing that she was still a stranger in so many ways, he tip toed out and left instead.

Leaning against her door he stared at the portrait opposite. It was the only one he had of her and her mother and he had hung it in this hallway so he could walk by it every day. Harry had chosen well about what room to put her in, and he knew nothing about the picture but had tactfully never asked. A younger Sirius was smiling and holding onto a small pink wrapped bundle. The only visible part of Charlotte was her face which was screwed up in laughter at the faces her father was pulling. Sirius watched as a tall auburn haired woman came up behind Sirius, her grey eyes smiling with laughter as she wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed her daughter. Sirius smiled sadly at the image of a happy family, would Charlotte still be crying herself to sleep if she had had the life she deserved? He turned and went back to bed.

Next time

Tonks jabbered away while Charlotte ate, in particular pointing out a thin blond boy with steel grey eyes. He waved hesitantly and gave her a small smile.

"Draco Malfoy, formerly of the Malfoys of Wiltshire and disowned son of that bastard of a Death eater Luicus." He said cheerfully.

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