24th July 2012

"Hogwarts letters!" Draco cried, Harry smiled at him as he mad a fool of himself with the children, George and his son Fred (The Second) were staying for a couple of days, George was having trouble with his wife.

"James, Teddy, Sirius, and Fred!" Draco handed the letters to each of the boys, Harry smiled at the bright expression on Fred's face. George grabbed the letter before his son and opened it..

"Dear Mini Weasley," George pretended to read, "We regret to inform you you are a squib, and will be locked in Azkaban-"

"Daddy!" Fred whined chasing his father around. Harry caught the scary/mischievous gleam in the young boys eyes and then the whole room went pitch black.

"Hey!" Lorcana cried whilst Blaise and Draco fell over each other. There was a roaring laugh from Harry's left as George playfully scolded his son about pinching his Peruvian Darkness Powder.

George was the first thing Harry saw when the darkness vanished, holding his wand in one hand and his son under his arm.

"Sorry about that,"he smiled, "We're heading upstairs, Mr. Wizard here has some chores to do." Fred wriggled of of his fathers arms and ran upstairs, George followed him, laughing. The Zabinis followed the red heads up the stairs, along with the twins and Draco with Scorpius.

"Hey, um," Harry was alone in the kitchen with Teddy, who had adopted his trade mark sad black hair and silver eyes.

"You're thinking about your parents again, aren't you Ted?" Harry pulled the boy on his lap.

"You never talk about my mum," Teddy said, "only dad."

"I had the biggest crush on your mum," Harry told him, "when we first met she was so cool, she could change how she looked, like you can, used to say Wotcher instead of hello so I always knew it was her." Harry stopped, "We never dated, don't worry kiddo, I wasn't that close. She saved my life on more than one occasion, bloody clumsiest Auror I ever knew." Harry combed his fingers through his son's hair.

"You know, how about we talk to Nanna, see if she would like to visit this summer for a bit?"

Teddy's face lit up, "Thank you Dad." he ran off up the stairs leaving Harry to his own thoughts. He idly tapped his fingers against his cane, grimacing as he stood and taking a minute to balance his weight off of his bum knee, then he headed upstairs as well.

September 4th 2012

"Harry, Draco?" Luna managed to get into the room without falling over any of Scorpius' toys. Lego was a 'bitch' to step on in the morning, Harry knew because Draco was rather vocal about it when he stepped on it. Harry actually looked where he was going, then again he had to.

"Draco's with Lucas, what's wrong Luna?" Lucas was their youngest, and probably final son, born May that year; named after Lucius at Draco's request. It took an awful lot of pleading and a few childhood memories to convince Harry to honor the man who disabled him and one of his eldest sons. Regardless Harry was still not fond of Lucius Malfoy.

"Lyda's had another seizure, Harry." Luna was very close to tears, these episodes Lyda, the Zabini's youngest daughter, was having were becoming more frequent and they had no idea what was wrong with her. According to the healers at St. Mungos, she was fine, except for the violent fits she seemed prone to having at least twice a week now. At only six, Lyda seemed to be at risk of losing her life, and no one knew how to help.

"Blaise is with her, but you know he has no idea what to do."

"I'll get Draco for you," Harry said before limping out of the room, using his cane to clear a path through the toys. Luna followed hip up the stairs into Lucas' bedroom.

"Draco?" Harry said, his husband of seven years jumping up and looking at Luna for only a second before heading to her and Blaise's bedroom.

"Thank you Draco" Luna said after him, but he had already left.

"You know he doesn't mind helping, Luna."

Luna just nodded, her hand covering her eyes. Harry put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him.

"It'll be alright," He said, "We'll figure this out, I'll do whatever I can."

Luna nodded and Harry hugged her gently.

Sirius was standing outside the Gryffindor common room, the note from Ayah in his hand, waiting for one of his brothers; he would stop asking Gryffindors to help him out after the first two weeks of school. The Gryffindors just glared at him.

"Hello?"

"Hello…"

Sirius jumped rather violently when someone waved their hand in front of his eyes.

Sirius waved at the person.

"You're Sirius Potter aren't you?" Sirius nodded. The girl in front of him was a Gryffindor first year; she had dark hair and dark skin, and was rather short, even for a first year.

"I'm Tasmin Jordan." She smiled at him. "Did you want to see James?"

Sirius nodded, grateful to her.

"I'll see if hes in there and send him out. But I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

She looked very shy, and actually blushed when he nodded.

"Could you teach me sign language, please?"

Sirius smiled at her, there was no one at Hogwarts who had actually chosen to learn sign language, his family had to, obviously, not even Mina wanted to learn and she was Sirius' best, and only friend.

Sirius nodded enthusiastically and the little girl smiled at him and ran into the common room. Moments later James sulked out of the portal, complaining that one of his friends was making him do homework.

"What do you want Sirius?" James sighed. Sirius frowned at him and handed the letter from Ayah to James who quickly read it.

"Well that's depressing, Lyda is still sick. Don't you ever have any good news?" James gave the letter back and tried to walk away. Sirius grabbed his shoulder.

"What's your problem, James?" Sirius signed.

"Sorry." James said, but Sirius got the distinct impression he was unapologetic.

"At least let Teddy know?" Sirius asked him, James nodded and went back in the common room.

5th September, 2012

Tasmin was already there when Sirius went to the library for their first lesson. Sirius had left Mina in the common room with her head stuffed in the enormous book she had taken to constantly carrying around.

Tasmin waved to Sirius as came to her table, telling him she had been there early and had started reading through the book on sign language she had bought in Diagon Alley that summer. Tasmin's grandmother had lost her hearing a few years ago and was having trouble communicating with her family; Tasmin was going to surprise her. Sirius smiled at the little girls sweet story, and he gave her the notes he had written about how sign language worked; like learning any language only continual practice would help you get fluent. He then showed her some basic signs, and went through the alphabet, and told her to practice and meet him there same time next week.

Sirius went back to his dorm, ignoring Mina, who was waiting for him there and was still avidly studying the massive text on his dorm mate's bed. Sirius went to his drawer and pulled out some spare parchment, a quill and ink to write to his family.

Hey dad, Ayah.

James doesn't want to talk to me anymore, I went and told him about Lyda and he said to me that I never bring him any good news anymore, but I don't like talking to him because his friends always glare at me.
How can I make James and Teddy talk to me again? I know I'm not very fun to talk to because I can't speak but they're my brothers and I miss them; specially since Mina is busy reading all the time.
How is Lyda? I couldn't find anything in the Hogwarts library sorry.
I love you both,
From Sirius.

Harry sighed as he folded the note from Sirius.
"Draco?" Draco turned at the sound of his name and took the letter reading it quickly.
"I was worried this would happen," Draco said, "James is a good boy, but he seems to have gotten in with the wrong crowd.
"Gryffindors? Aren't you a bit guilty too then?" Harry asked half jokingly.

"In our time, the wrong crowd was the Slytherins." Draco said.
"I think your right, Draco, but I'm fairly certain James is the wrong crowd. I think the house prejudice got a lot worse since the final battle."
"Don't say that about James, Harry. I'm sure if we just talk to him he'll realize-"
"He'll realize what, Draco?" Harry turned around and looked at Draco, a hand in his hair, lines showing on his face from age, stress and worry.
"He'll realize that he's let misinformation and prejudice makes him neglect his brother? It was always inevitable that being in Slytherin will set Sirius apart from the other two, look what the house prejudice did to my godfather, he ran away from home for Merlin's sake, you know out of all those boys Sirius can't stand to be alone."
"Well what are we supposed to do, Harry?" Draco stood up now, furious, "Any ideas, it's not like we can pull them all out of school, yes they will grow apart but hopefully it won't last. And you forget that Black's whole family were dark lord supporters! It's not like we're about to disown Sirius for being sorted into Slytherin."
Draco stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him. Harry viciously kicked the corner of the lounge, then flopped down onto the chair and just put his hands in his hair. He had always hoped James and Sirius would have a relationship like Fred and George Weasley had had, one that would mean they always had someone they could rely on, one that wouldn't be destroyed by war.

Of course he loved them both, but Sirius needed help at school, weather he liked it or not. Harry had always though Sirius would need help at Hogwarts, even before he was made mute, he had hoped James would be there for him, but, last year especially, James Potter had let his father's fame go straight to his head, to the point where, ironically, he was too cool to associate with his family anymore.

Draco was frustrated by James and Harry, James needed to step up and help his twin, Teddy helped whenever he could, and James just had to accept that Sirius was mute and needed the support of his family. It was so bad last year, before Sirius became friends with Mina. Sirius didn't cope well when he was left alone; Harry used to have to go into Hogwarts on the weekends.

"Draco?" Luna barged into his and Harry's bedroom, and Draco looked at the poor woman. Tears were streaking her cheeks, her hands were shaking, and hadn't he known better, he would say she was badly hurt. Draco stood.

"Draco, it's Lyda, she-she's not well, I need your help please!" Draco paused for only a moment to offer Luna a comforting, if unhelpful squeeze to her shoulder before racing from his bedroom, Luna hot on his heels.

Lyda had always been an incredibly pretty girl. She looked like a porcelain doll, with her mother's completion, father's hair and grandmother's delicate features. But now she was scrunched up on the bed, Blaise, rubbing her back, her eyes shut tight and hands shaking.

Her dark wavy hair was plastered to her little face with sweat and she looked like she was in pain.
"Luna, get Harry for me, quickly" Draco said, moving to sit next to Lyda. Luna all but ran from the room.

Harry limped into the room, took one look at Lyda, and left. Draco, screamed after him, but he didn't come back.
With no idea what he was doing, Draco grabbed a cool cloth and placed it on Lyda's forehead. "How long has she been like this?" Draco asked Blaise.
"I was asleep, and she was moving around before, she woke me. At first I thought it was a nightmare, but she either hasn't woken up or can't hear us."
Harry came back in then, closely followed by Hermione Granger, Hermione Weasley rather, who halfheartedly glared at everyone in the room, before looking at Lyda, nodding to Harry and leaving quickly.
The room was silent as Harry, ignoring the abrupt departure of his former friend, limped over to Lyda, rolled her onto her back and slapped her, not hard, but not gentle on the top of her arm, and yelled "LYDA!" in his old war commander voice.

Lyda woke immediately, and looked around confused for barely two seconds before throwing her arms around Harry, burying her face in his collarbone and sobbing.
Harry shooed everyone, even Luna and Blaise from the room, and sat down on the bed with the sobbing girl in his lap. Draco paused and watched his husband and god-daughter

14th September 2012

Sirius sat down with Tasmin for their third lesson. He received a reply from Ayah, saying not to worry about James and Teddy, both he and dad would talk to them on the next weekend. Ayah also told him that Lyda's been about the same.

"I don't understand this one," Tasmin said pointing to a sign for something. She was a good student, missed a lot of obvious things though. Sirius began to write an explanation of the sign but Tasmin stopped him.
"Are you alright, you seem sad about something?"
Sirius shrugged, but Tasmin still looked at him expectantly so he pulled a bit of paper towards him and quickly wrote;
A friend of the family is sick, and no one knows what's wrong. She's been having regular seizures; it's scaring everyone a bit.
He passed the short note to her and let her read it.
"Has she been having really vivid nightmares or dreams that she can't wake up from?" Tasmin asked, "Because my older sister is a seer and that's what happened when she started getting visions."
Sirius shook his head and pulled the paper towards him again.

No my parents haven't told me anything like that, I'll mention it in my next letter though. Thank you.
"You know, Sirius, you're a lot nicer than James." Tasmin said after reading the note. Sirius raised an eyebrow at her, asking for an explanation.
"Sorry," She said, "it's just that you're very polite."
Again Sirius took the paper from her and quickly wrote;
When you have to write down everything you say, you be a lot more careful with your words.

Sirius handed the paper back for Tasmin to read. It was something Ayah had told him, then he said, 'even if you don't quite understand now, you will, just keep it in mind'
Sirius understood what it meant, any Slytherin would, it's why ayah told him.
Sirius knew people didn't really think before they spoke, but if you have pieces of paper reminding you what you say, you need to be careful with your words.
Tasmin didn't look like she understood. But she would one day.

"Harry?" Draco pushed the door open nearly silently and closed it behind him when he saw Harry and Lyda cuddled together on the bed. Harry looked at him, sadly, Lyda was asleep.

She slept better when he was there, for whatever reason. After the attack she went through last week she was sleeping few and far between. It reminded Draco of a puppy his parents got him when he was 10. It was called Merlin, and was a great dane puppy.

He had it for three months and then Merlin got very sick. Despite the Malfoy wealth , there was no animal healer that could find what was wrong.

Narcissa did all she could to keep the puppy alive, but it vomited up whatever it ate and it would have starved to death, so they had it put down. He was whimpering from hunger; it was awful.

Lyda was the same, she was diminishing, they didn't know what to do or what was wrong. She was just dying, and they had to watch.

Harry was still looking at him, with sad eyes. "I'm sorry for… well just for before," Harry said. Draco shook his head.

"You're right. We can't ignore this, and I'm sorry for trying to."

Draco walked over to his lover and slid onto the bed as silently as possible to not wake his goddaughter.

There was a long, but not uncomfortable pause.

"Why did you get Granger?" Draco eventually asked.

"Female Weasley?" Harry corrected, a pained half smile on his face.

"Right, forgot again" Draco said, he had only just broken the habit of calling her 'the mudblood' when she married The Weasel.

"Lyda looked like she was having a bad dream, but she couldn't wake up." Harry said, "When I got visions from Voldemort, it was the same thing, I would only wake up if someone yelled or hit me."

"You think she's having visions?" Draco asked; voice laced with worry as he glanced at Lyda.

"She's not receiving visions from another person, if she's getting visions; they're all in her head."

"What does that mean Harry?" Draco asked, panicked, "Do you think she could be a bit, I don't know, crazy?" Draco asked, brushing the damp hair from Harry's forehead.

"I'm not sure, really, we'll have to wait and see what she says about them," Harry said, "let her sleep now though," he added, stopping Draco from waking her.