A/N: Went ahead and uploaded this so that things don't get too confusing for new readers.

EDITED: 2/17/17

Bailey scurried to take the seat closest to her dad, leaving Potter to sit on the couch opposite them, still scowling slightly. Her dad seemed rather amused by their antics.

"Bailey, this is my godson, Harry," he said in far too jovial a tone as he looked from her to Potter and back again. "And Harry, this is my daughter, Minerva—"

"Da," Bailey growled, glaring at him.

"Sorry, she likes to go by Bailey. So, Harry, this is my daughter Bailey," Sirius continued, still smiling like a loon. She supposed Azkaban really had sent him round the bin. "Now, shake each other's hand."

"Da!"

"Yes, I suppose you two would already know each other, considering you're rivals at school or some business like that," her dad said, leaning back and putting his arm behind his head. She smacked him in the stomach.

"Da, can you please just tell me wha' I need to know," she snapped. "I still need to call Mum and tell her what's goin' on before she gets home and goes berserk."

"All right… where to start… where to start…" her dad said, rubbing his hands together.

"How about with her," Harry said, pointing at Bailey. "I didn't even know that you had a wife…"

"Ex-wife," Bailey muttered automatically.

"Fine, ex-wife, much less a daughter my age!"

"Actually, I'm a several months older than you, Potter."

"Oh, who cares?" Potter growled, rolling his eyes. "Now, would you please start explaining, Sirius."

Her dad cleared his throat. "Well you see Harry, when a man loves a woman very much—"

Bailey elbowed her dad, willing her face not to go bright red. He sighed, as if Bailey was taking all the fun out of life or something. Knowing her father, that was his exact thought.

"Bailey's mum and I met at a pub that your mum liked to drag your Dad and I to whenever we were in Dublin. She drug us around to tons of places to try and find me a girl, and we finally found her there," he said, the story sounding somewhat rehearsed. "So we got married, like almost everyone was back then, had a kid, Minnie, and then you came along, Harry, and then your parents died and I went after Wormtail, she sent the divorce papers to me while I was there… even if she knew the complete truth, I'd still be way beyond the dog house in Tilly's book. "

Feeling uncomfortable at her dad's obvious sadness, Bailey decided to finish the story for him. "So I didn't know who was growing up, la-di-dah, found out everything in third year, vowed to make some very special rat poison… Can we get to the point?"

"Ah, right," her dad said a little imperiously. "The point is you will be staying at Order Headquarters until it is time for you to go back to school for your own safety."

"And the Order is…?"

"Sirius," Harry began in warning voice. "I realize she's your daughter and all, but she's also a Slytherin. I know see her with Malfoy and a bunch of other Death Eaters' kids all the time. Is it really a good idea to tell her about the Order?"

"I could just as easily say that you're an unpopular Gryffindork, unhappy that he didn't get his first pick for the Yule Ball, just like Peter Pettigrew," Bailey sneered, unwilling to even attempt being civil to him. "As you're obviously too stupid to figure this out, Potter, I'm here because it seems that the Death Eaters want to recruit me and I don't want to kowtow to another man with an overinflated sense of ego."

"Just what are you referring to, O'Bailey?" Harry shot back, standing up. Bailey stood as well.

"Alright, children, settle down," her dad said in his most patronizing voice.

Both glared at him but did sit back down.

"So, down to business," he said, clapping his hands together. "The Order, Minnie, is an organization founded by Dumbledore to fight Voldemort," Bailey winced at the name, "and this is Headquarters. Or, technically, our ancestral home, or some rubbish like that, but I volunteered it, since I can't seem to do much else."

"Is there anything else, Da?"

He shook his head. "That's the most non-members can know."

"And I assume you have to be seventeen to join," she continued.

Her dad, however, had given her a sharp look. "Don't even think about it, Minnie," he warned. "I want you to stay out of this war as much as possible, do you got it?"

"Does he have to 'stay out'?" she said immediately, pointing at Potter. Her dad winced.

"It doesn't matter," he said, as Potter smirked in triumph at her. "You are staying out."

Bailey shrugged. She had no burning desire to be on the front lines of the war, but if worse came to worst, she would be out there protecting her own, no matter what her father said. He could just believe he had won until she actually had need to act.

"So, I'll be living here for the next month and a half," she said after just long enough silence to make her dad go crazy with the thought of her somehow joining up. "Where's my room so that I can call Mum?"

"Ah, that's another thing," he said, fidgeting with his collar. She had noticed that he tended to do that whenever he was faced with something uncomfortable. "There's only so many livable rooms right now, you see, so you'll have to share with Hermione and Ginny."

Bailey grit her teeth, just barely restraining herself from shouting "Are you bloody insane?" in front of Potter.

"Fine," she ground out. "But that means you get to talk to Mum if and when she comes."

Her father, ever the brave Gryffindor, went paler than a Malfoy. From stories that Uncle Rem had told, Bailey knew that he hadn't seen his ex-wife since she had shown up to Azkaban to force him to sign their divorce papers after sending them to the prison five times. Bailey had always contended that he needed to be the one to explain his innocence to Tilly, but Sirius had disagreed, stating that Bailey didn't need more than one convicted killer as a parent.

Looking as though he was signing his own death warrant, her dad nodded. Bailey stood up, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in her tight motorcycle pants.

"So, where's a fireplace to call Mum?"

"Wait, I thought you said your mum was a Muggle," Potter said. "How do you have a Floo connection?"

Immediately Bailey replied, "Favor from Lucius Malfoy. Such a kind soul, no?"

"That's not true, Harry, Dumbledore set it up for us," Sirius said quickly before his godson completely went off the deep end. "And the fireplace is in the kitchen. Try to not scare any more of the others, would you? It was hard enough for me to get you here."

Bailey grinned deviously. "I'll do my best."

She was far from smiling when she finally called her mother, however. Her mother wasn't doing too much smiling herself.

"No, yeh can' stay over at yer friend's house, yeh need to come on home," her mother said immediately, looking tired and a bit frustrated. "We're headed to Mary's fer the weekend and on top of that yeh didn' even clean the kitchen like I specifically asked yeh—"

"Mum, I'm not calling to stay over at Amelia's," Bailey said before her mother could delve into another rant about her chores and lack of doing them properly. If only she could do more magic at home… "I'm not even over there anymore."

Her mum's eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion. "Oh, an' jus' where are yeh then, Bailey Ann?" she said lightly, though she was wearing a deep frown. Bailey sighed, knowing this would not be pretty.

"Mum, don't freak out, but—"

"Where are yeh, Bailey Ann?"

"I had Uncle Rem come and get me from Amelia's," she said, trying to delay the inevitable. "There were Death Eaters following me once I got to Dublin, but I shook them off."

Her mum went even paler than her father had earlier.

"Mum, please, don't freak ou'," Bailey sad quickly. "I'm jus' fine, so are 'Lia, Blaise, Draco, and Mikey—I managed to shake 'em off before I—" she stopped as her mother held up a finger, looking ready to spit fire.

"Why were they followin' yeh?" she practically yelled, not even bothering to hide her knowledge of the magical world. "Yer jus' a kid! What 'ave yeh been gettin' up to?"

"Listen, Mum, just calm do—"

"Don't yeh tell me to calm down!"

"Listen, I'm gonna get off, and have Uncle Rem explain everything to you," she said quickly.

"Bailey Ann don' yeh dare leave this fireplace until yeh've fully explained yer—"

Bailey left the fireplace.

"UNCLE REM!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. It was one of those yells that she had perfected as a young child, guaranteed to send her beloved godfather running to her side whenever she used it. Sure enough, he came barreling down the stairs, his worn robes flapping like sails behind him.

"What? What is it? Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just yer turn to deal with Mum's panic attack," she said in a jovial voice, beginning to back up the stairs.

"Bails, tell me you didn't."

"I figured you could handle it better than me," she said, still backing away. "I'm still just a child, remember? Not even of age…"

"Minerva Bailey Ann Black, I am not doing your dirty work for you," Uncle Rem said in a serious tone, looking more panicked than he would admit to.

"What's that?" Bailey said, leaning her ear towards the stairs in a big show. "A potions emergency only I can fix? Well, I better hop to then! Haven't told her 'bout 'im yet, but did tell 'er about the Death Eaters! Don't let her forget to grab my trunk!"

"Bailey, don't do this to me aga—"

"Ooh, and my favorite concert outfit! She'll know the one!"

"Bailey A—"

"Thanks, Uncle Rem! You're the best!"

And with that, she positively bolted up the stairs.