ELEVEN YEARS LATER

Stretching out Sirius Black stood up from the Potters dinning room table. Still listening to his godson Yaxley who was home from Hogwarts for Christmas break. Talking about his last semester at the school.

Sirius found himself lost in thought about what this would be like if Cassy and Harry were still here. What would they look like? Would they be talking about the same adventure of different semesters as well?

He tried to imagine what his youngest godson Harry would look like if he was still here. He had looked like a miniature James when he was little so, Sirius imagined he would look like a

teenage James now. Except for the eyes he had always had Lily's eyes that shocking green that made you feel like they could see inside you. But that is as much as he had for his godson. He

felt particularly responsible for his godson disappearance he always knew he should spend more time with Harry but he always felt so ...guilty around him. The sad look that was always in his eyes.

After he had run away and disappeared everyone had taken it hard. But none so much as Yaxley. He constantly cried himself sick afterward and was depressed for long time after that.

But it was only once in the while he thought of Harry mostly he thought of his baby girl, he thought of her every day. After "the Bitch" as he had so fondly named his ex-girlfriend. Had

taken off with her boyfriend and Cassy. Sirius had looked everywhere in Europe and North America for his daughter. Checking wizarding schools yearly for his baby. Never did she show

up. He knew she was a witch. She had caused some major accidental magic problems when she was little. He refused to think it but he feared the worse for his little girl.

He watched as his godson rumples his hair trying to make it as wind swept as his fathers. Yaxley was cursed with almost totally flat hair in his mother auburn shade. However he had gotten his

fathers eyes a deep hazel. Yaxley was a bit muscular from playing Quidditch and with his celebrity status he always had a story about a stalker girl.

Laughing at his godsons annoyance at a particular girl who tried to sneak love potion in his soup. Sirius left after promising to make it back tomorrow for Christmas.

On the outskirts of a small London suburb stood an old ragged manor house. With powerful magic vibrating from it's walls. In an upper room in this house angry voices were fighting yelling

and screaming shaking the walls around the door it penetrated from. Standing in this room Harry Potter was currently in the process of holding back a beautiful girl with dark brown almost black hair cascading down her back. Her blue/gray eyes blazing with anger directed at the man in front

of her, lurching trying to murder him cursing at him the entire time. Holding her back and making sure her hands were securely secured behind her kissing her neck in a vague attempt at trying to calm her down enough to listen to what there new leader had to say .

Finally getting the girl to stop kicking out at the man in front of her not five feet away and cursing him out he finally gave a nod at Nate the man at who this angry out burst had been directed to.

Continuing, Nate started yet again "As I was saying this is the best plan. We already have spy's in Voldemort's ranks and you guys pasts are perfect for spying on the order." Finally losing his cool Harry let go of his girlfriend and dove at Nate himself.

Nate was a young man 25 or so. He had only been made leader recently. But they had been friends long before that and he knew how Harry felt about his family. Tackling Nate to angry to

use magic he punched him hard in the face. Suddenly he felt himself being wenched off on levitated away. Looking over at her Harry saw Cassandra Black smirking at him as she set him down across the room.

"And you say I have anger problems."she scoffed. He gave her a warning glare but stayed across the room not trusting himself not to attack Nate again.

Nate stood up massaging his jaw where Harry had punched it. And glanced over.

"Please you guys," he pleaded "with your history you can enter and get information that the rest of us could never get."

Cissy sighed she knew he was right. Looking at Harry she saw he knew it too.

"Couldn't we just get buddy with Voldemort instead?"She asked pleadingly.

Nate laughed he knew Voldemort had been trying to get them to join his ranks for years. Cissy's power and Harry being the real boy who lived made them automatic perfect draftees for death eaters.

Harry strode across the room and grabbed Cissy's waist pulling her close. His dark jet black hair as always looking windswept hung in front of his eyes as he looked in hers. As though silently communicating he turned back to Nate "Okay, what's the plan?"

"That guy is bloody mental!"exclaimed Harry as he and Cissy made it back to their apartment at the end of Knockturn Ally. "He's bloody fucking mad!"

"Yea he is, but the worst part is it's such a crazy plan it has to turn out perfect."continues Cissy.

"I know, that's what pisses me off so bad. This plan had better turn out bloody perfect we had better get so much bloody information that we can beat Voldemort the order and world hunger all in one go."

"Harry, are you going to be alright? I can do this by myself it'll be okay."Cissy said trying but failing at hiding her horror at the thought at going through with the plan alone.

Harry smiled it was true he was terrified at the idea of facing his parent again face to face. He had seen them many times over the years of course but that was only a quick glance at a battle

when their covenant if you will. Actuarially joined in one of the fight that the ministry, order and death eaters all participated in.

That is what they called their group. Dumbledore called his group The Order Of the Phoenix, while Brent had called his small group of teenage fighters 'The Covenant.'

Thinking about the plan brought Harry back to reality. He watched as Cissy went back to their bedroom flicking his wand he watched as a sandwich started to make it's self. Yelling through the door he replied to Cissy's question.

"What I'm most worried about, is the sleeping arrangements. What if they try to get us to sleep in separate beds or even worse separate rooms." As joking as he made it sound he was actuarially quite serious about it.

Not rolling over in the middle of the night to see Cissy right there safe made him sick.

He was hopelessly in love with he that was for sure. He loved how she changed her nick name every few months in just the past two years alone she had been Cassy, CC., Andria, Andy and

Alex.

He couldn't even think of all the names she had used. Sometimes repeating them. But it was all these little things that made her entrancing to him.

"More likely we'll be in different houses completely."replied Cissy to his last comment looking around the corner sending a cursed pillow to go maul him.

After the pillow completely destroyed his sandwich knocking it to the floor. Harry sent a spell at the pillow making it fall to the floor. Grabbing a bottle of muggle vodka he walked into his and

Cissy's room and jumped landing on their bed. Watching as Cissy pulled a tang top over her head in replace of the robes she had been wearing.

Turning around Cissy jumped landing on Harry. "Then we better made up for the time we'll loose" he whispered in her ear, turning her so he was on top, taking off the tank top she had just put on.