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Chapter four: The Last That They Ever Saw Him.

Harry was a bit afraid that Sirius, and Mirzam will be mad at him for wandering around, if he was alone it wouldn't be much of a problem, but with Ruthie it could be. Thankfully neither Sirius, nor Mirzam were mad at him.

They lead him and Ruthie into their quarters and wrapped them in blankets. With hot chocolate in hands they eat few biscuits.

"You wouldn't mind if we put you and Ruthie in the same bedroom, would you?" Sirius asked gently when Mirzam went to the bathroom to give Ruthie a bath. "It's only for as long as we will remain at Hogwarts, which probably won't be long."

"I don't mind," Harry gave him small smile. "She is such a nice creature."

"It's genetic," Sirius gave him a wryly smile. "Like mother like daughter. Do you need to take a bath, Harry?"

"I took one in the morning," Harry answered. "I think that I would go straight to the bed."

"You will be sleeping there," Sirius said as he pointed at the door on the opposite side of the room. "If you or Ruthie will need anything, remember that we are only a call away," Sirius motioned at the door of the room in which they slept before.

"Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" Harry asked nervously.

"If you want me, then I will. Mirzam will be there too, four is still an age when kids need to have some assistance in falling asleep," Sirius answered. "So I guess that you are going to hear a story anyway."

"Do wizards have fairy tales?" Harry asked curiously.

"Of course they have," Sirius gave him small smile. "When I was Ruthie's age dad used to slip into my bedroom and read Regulus and I The Tales of Beedle the Bard, mum wasn't happy with him because the stories weren't proper for young pure-bloods but I loved them anyway."

"I will go change," Harry said.

The new room which was added to the quarters while Harry and Ruthie were away looked nice. It was painted light blue, the furniture was mahogany and when Harry sat down on the mattress he realised that this bed was even better than the one in Gryffindor Tower.

He quickly changed into his pyjama and slipped under the covers. He sniffed the pillow and realised that it smelt like lavender.

"Ready for bed?" Sirius asked as he walked inside.

"Ready," Harry nodded.

"But I don't want to sleep yet, mummy," Ruthie whined as Mirzam carried her into the room.

"It's nine o'clock Ruthie," Mirzam said calmly as she sat Ruthie on the bed. "At home you are asleep at this hour."

"But we aren't at home, mum, we are at Hogwarts," Ruthie objected.

"Different place, same rules," Mirzam said simply. "In you go, little lady."

"Will you sing, mum?" Ruthie pleaded.

"Harry?" Mirzam asked kindly.

"I'm fine," Harry said quickly.

"Ruthie under the covers," Mirzam said kindly.

"Goodnight kiss?" Ruthie asked as she slipped beneath the covers.

Harry watched as Mirzam leaned over Ruthie and gently kissed her forehead. He felt small pang of jealously in his heart but he dismissed it quickly. He never had someone to kiss him for goodnight, he lived without it and he could…

"Goodnight Harry," Mirzam whispered and she kissed his forehead gently.

He blushed furiously and he felt big hand ruffling his head. He looked up and saw gently smiling Sirius.

"Goodnight Harry," Sirius whispered.

"Me too," Ruthie pleaded from the confines of her bed.

"And you too," Sirius chuckled as he went to her bed and ruffled her curly hair.

Then he sat down on the floor next to Harry's bed just as Mirzam, who settled in the armchair between both beds cleared her throat. She started singing in a very soft, very nice and melodic voice:

The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
He passed on worried and warning
Carried away by a moonlight shadow.
Lost in a river last Saturday night
Far away on the other side.
He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight
And she couldn't find how to push through

The trees that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was a silhouette of a gun
Far away on the other side.
He was shot six times by a man on the run
And she couldn't find how to push through

I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven one day

Four am in the morning
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
I watched your vision forming
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Star was light in a silvery night
Far away on the other side
Will you come to talk to me this night
But she couldn't find how to push through

I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven one day
Far away on the other side.

Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Carried away by a moonlight shadow.

Mirzam finished singing and glanced at Sirius. Sirius gave her small smile and he started telling a story about Little Red Riding Hood. It was endearing how he put Lupin in the place of Red Riding Hood and made Snape big, bad wolf. Harry desperately wanted to hear the end of the story but he fell asleep by the time Little Riding Moony entered the cottage of his grandmother.

He slept peacefully for a while but at some point of the night he found himself back in the Shrieking Shack watching Pettigrew killing Ron, then moving on Hermione, by the time Hermione's still form dropped to the floor and Pettigrew moved the wand he was clutching in Sirius's direction, he realized that someone was shaking his arm.

He swatted away the intruder and to his surprise he found himself in warm embrace and felt another pair of arms wrapping themselves around his back.

"It's okay Harry," Mirzam whispered into his ear. "He cannot hurt you anymore."

"Hush, Harry," Sirius whispered into his other ear. "We are here and we won't allow him to hurt you anymore."

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled. "That I woke you up."

"Nonsense," Sirius shook his head. "That's for what we are for Harry. To look after your well-being and safety. To wake you up and help you fall asleep after a nightmare."

"What happened in your nightmare?" Mirzam asked gently. "It's easier when you talk about it, unless you don't want to talk about it," she added softly.

Harry told them what happened in his dream and he cherished that he was being held like someone actually cared for him.

"Did I wake Ruthie?" he asked nervously.

"Ruthie would be able to sleep through an earthquake," Mirzam chuckled softly. "I have no idea from where it came from because Bastian and I were always light sleepers."

"Remus would tell you that I transferred that trait to her through osmosis," Sirius chuckled.

"You are heavy sleeper?" Harry asked curiously as he pulled away from them far enough to watch their faces.

"Depends," Mirzam rolled her eyes. "On normal day he sleeps even lighter than me and that's saying something. But if I wanted to wake him up on weekend…" she chuckled. "Nothing short from pouring a bucket of icy cold water on his head worked."

"I sleep like an Auror," Sirius chuckled. "When I'm on duty everything can wake me up. On free day Mirzam rarely managed to get me out from the bed before noon."

Gently they talked him into sleep.

He woke up fully rested to Ruthie's curious face hovering over him.

"You have a scar on your forehead," Ruthie stated seriously. "Did you hurt yourself?" she asked in concern.

He blinked to clear his vision and stared at her in shock. There was no awe on her face, the one which he saw on Colin Creevey's face when Colin saw him for the first time. The only thing clear on Ruthie's face was concern and mild curiosity.

"No," Harry answered finally. "Bad wizard tried to hurt me but I'm fine now."

"But it doesn't hurt now, does it?" Ruthie asked in concern.

"No it doesn't," Harry gave her small smile. Ruthie was such likeable creature.

"I think that mum is preparing breakfast," Ruthie said. "Let's go."

Ruthie pulled him from the bed and dragged him into next room. As she predicted the table for four in the corner was filled with food. Mirzam and Sirius were standing by the counter over a kettle of something which Harry suspected was coffee.

Both adults smiled at them when they saw them and Harry watched in mild astonishment as Ruthie ran to Mirzam and wrapped her arms around her legs.

"Did you sleep well, Ruthie?" Mirzam asked.

"Great," Ruthie beamed and then to Harry's greater surprise Ruthie approached Sirius and beamed at him. "Can you pick me up, daddy?"

Sirius glanced nervously at Mirzam and then he bend down to pick her up. With Ruthie secured on his right hip he approached Harry and wrapped his left arm around him.

"Sit down," Mirzam said simply. "I will bring the kettle with coffee in a minute."

Harry sat down on the left side of the table under the wall, Sirius sat Ruthie down on the chair on Harry's right and then sat himself on the opposite side to Harry.

"Scrambled eggs," Ruthie said happily. "I love scrambled eggs."

Harry put some on her plate and poured her a cup of cocoa before he put two toasts on his own plate and poured himself a cup of tea. He looked up and saw that Sirius was watching him with curiosity evident on his face.

"What?" he asked nervously. "Do I have something on my face?"

"I think that Sirius is surprised how easily you adapted to Ruthie," Mirzam chuckled as she approached the table and sat down.

"And I'm surprised how easily Ruthie adapted to him," Harry admitted.

"Why you shouldn't I?" Ruthie asked curiously. "He is dad, isn't he?"

"Ruthie," Mirzam sighed.

"Mums and dads sleep together. You sleep together so he is dad. My dad and Harry's dad," Ruthie said as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Sorry," Mirzam mumbled to Sirius.

"I don't mind," Sirius chuckled. "Not at all."

Harry didn't mind either and he grinned. He didn't know what could happen at the hearing concerning his guardianship but he would have love to have a family like that.

"After breakfast I would want to talk with Severus, if you wouldn't mind," Mirzam said. "I want to ask him for a potion for Harry."

"Why?" Harry asked curiously. "I'm fine."

"I was thinking about mild variation of Dreamless Sleep potion, something which will allow you to dream pleasant dreams," Mirzam explained.

"Oh," Harry mumbled.

"Dreamless Sleep potion would be good but only for a while and it's extremely addicting, Harry," Mirzam continued. "I can prepare the potion myself but I need to discus the most appropriate recipe for you with Severus."

"But why?" Harry asked curiously. "If you know what is supposed to help me then why ask Snape?"

"I could prepare normal potion but the dosage would be too strong for you. We don't want to knock you out but to allow to sleep you without nightmares," Mirzam answered. "That's why I need to talk with Severus about the best recipe for you. It will only take half of hour at the most."

"I will meet you two in Dumbledore's office," Sirius said. "From what I heard his assistance would be needed."

"Why are you meeting Dumbledore?" Harry asked nervously.

"To discus the transfer of blood protection from the Dursleys," Sirius answered. "That's if you want to live with us."

"Of course I want to live with you," Harry said quickly. "Where we are going to live? Do you have a house?"

"I have a house," Sirius admitted with small grimace. "But it isn't appropriate place for children, any age," he added and he glanced at Mirzam.

"We are going to live at my place," Mirzam said simply. "The house is big enough for the four of us and even for guests as I said before. It's a farm in the country, close to river, hidden in the shadow of the forest. I just hope that you aren't allergic to cats."

"I like cats," Harry said simply.

"It's great because Disaster had kittens again," Ruthie said.

"Disaster?" Harry asked curiously.

"Uncle Sev gave her to mum after she moved into our home," Ruthie answered. "Said that she was a disaster on four paws.

"It was impossible to rename her," Mirzam gave Harry small smile.

"Do you have any other animals?" Harry asked curiously.

"Hens, ten of them, one rooster and twenty chickens, the yellow fluffy ones. Three horses, one mare and two stallions, there will be foal sometimes in the summer. One goat. An owl. And of course a dog," Mirzam answered.

"Big dog?" Sirius asked nervously.

"German shepherd," Mirzam answered. "Named Pancake because of his unhealthy obsession with pancakes. Plus one resident cat with six kittens and two visiting ones. Quite a zoo."

"It sounds great," Harry said dreamily.

"Wait until you wake up with a cat sitting on you," Ruthie giggled.

After breakfast Mirzam left to talk with Snape and Harry went to wash himself as Sirius helped Ruthie dress up. After he was freshly dressed he went to the room he slept in and to his surprise he saw Sirius seated on one of the beds with Ruthie brushing his long hair.

"Can I visit Hermione before we go to Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

"I'm afraid that it won't be possible," Sirius shook his head and hissed when Ruthie pulled his hair to hard with the comb. "Hermione left Hogwarts yesterday, Remus saw her off. But don't worry, you will see her sometime today, as long as we will leave Hogwarts today."

"Really?" Harry asked curiously. "How so? If she is home then how…"

"Mirzam probably failed to mention that she knows Mrs and Mr Granger," Sirius gave Harry small smile. "They already arranged to have a lunch together sometime this week. Mirzam's house is in St Mary in the Marsh, the Grangers live few miles away, in New Romney. So you would be able to see Hermione whenever you want, after we leave Hogwarts of course."

"That's great," Harry said happily.

That new information comforted him a lot. Few miles wasn't big deal, he could fly this far and even if flying was out of options then he could always ask Sirius or Mirzam to drop him by at the Grangers.

"Do you know how to ride a bike, Harry?" Ruthie asked.

"I don't," Harry shook his head.

"Don't worry, mum or dad will teach you," Ruthie told him. "It's easier to use a bike. Mum has a car but she only takes it when she needs to transport big things to her shop. Normally she uses a bike to get around."

"That would be great," Harry said.

Bike was good option, he realised.

"Done," Ruthie beamed.

Sirius patted the back of his head nervously and sighed in relief.

"We should go to Dumbledore now," he said slowly.

"Piggyback!" Ruthie said cheerfully.

"Okay," Sirius said and helped Ruthie climb on his shoulders.

He slowly stood up, careful to not drop Ruthie who wrapped her arms around Sirius's forehead. As he approached Harry he wrapped his left arm around him and they left the room.

During his walk to Dumbledore's office Harry saw many people watching him and Sirius cautiously but he paid little attention to them.

In Dumbledore's office he found Mirzam and Snape, along with Regulus who together with Lupin was standing behind Dumbledore's chair.

"Well timed entrance," Snape muttered as he stood up to allow Sirius to sit down.

Harry glanced at Mirzam who motioned her hand at him and patted her knees. He approached her slowly but he wasn't sure if he should sit down. Mirzam gave him small smile and pulled him down to sit on her knees.

"I'm too heavy," he mumbled.

"Nonsense," Mirzam whispered.

"Regulus already arranged a meeting with the Dursleys," said Dumbledore. "They are more than willing to give their guardianship rights to you, Sirius, Mirzam. That leaves the matter of blood protection in your hands."

"Meaning, your hands, Mirzam," Snape muttered. "You are 0 negative, just like Lily and transferring her blood to you will be fairly easy. However there is going to be a problem with strengthening the protection you asked for. Gauxhall's ritual can be performed only when one of the adoptive parents has the same blood type like the child the ritual is supposed to protect."

"Severus means that because you are 0 negative and Sirius is A negative while Harry is B negative the ritual cannot take place," Dumbledore explained tiredly.

"I'm B negative?" Harry asked dubiously, he was fairly sure that he remembered that he had different blood type.

"James was B negative," Sirius answered. "They tested your blood type as soon as you were born and you are B negative like him."

Something wasn't right and Harry flinched. He remembered a distant memory from his childhood and he remembered well that when he was bitten by a dog at school and had to get a transfusion. Something went wrong when they used B negative blood. He remembered that the doctor told him and the Dursleys to remember that in case he needed blood he should remember his blood type, the one which they checked at hospital.

"I can't be B negative," Harry shook his head.

"Nonsense," Snape started.

"When I was six years old I had to get a transfusion and then something wrong happened when they gave me B negative blood. The doctor told me that he is one hundred percent sure that I'm not B negative but A negative," Harry ignored Snape's interruption.

After that heavy silence filled the air and it was then when Dumbledore whispered, "Are you sure Harry?"

"As sure that my name is Harry James Potter," Harry stated firmly.

"I wouldn't be that certain," Snape muttered. "Because if you really are A negative you cannot be Harry Potter because 0 and B negative would never give A negative."

"What you mean?" Harry whispered nervously.

"I'm saying that you aren't really Harry Potter," Snape whispered, his face was even more paler than usual.

"But I …" Harry mumbled. "I'm myself …"

"We know that," Mirzam whispered. "You are yourself but with your blood type Lily and James can't be your parents. James for sure can't."

"Who from the Potters's friends was A or AB?" Snape asked sharply.

"0 positive," Lupin said quickly. "Pettigrew was B positive so it wasn't him either."

"Severus?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"0 negative," Snape shook his head.

"Same there," Regulus said quickly. "But you," he pointed at Sirius. "You are A negative."

Sirius paled drastically and he looked at Mirzam, there was something in his eyes, an emotion Harry couldn't name.

"Harrison," Mirzam whispered weakly.

"What?" Snape asked sharply.

"I wouldn't sleep with Lily even if she was the last woman on the planet," Sirius said weakly. "This is the only reasonable explanation why Harry is A negative instead of B negative. He isn't James's and Lily's son. He is our son."

"Your son?" Lupin, Regulus and Snape chocked out in shock. "But you don't … You would have told me … You would have told us…" each of them mumbled shakily.

"You wouldn't …" started Dumbledore.

"Of course that we wouldn't leave our son!" Sirius growled and he quickly pulled Ruthie from his shoulders and sat her back in his chair as he started pacing. "For what kind of people you take us?" he barked.

"Lambeth's Hospital," Mirzam muttered. "That's the only place."

"Of what?" Snape asked sharply.

"Where the boys could be switched," Mirzam answered weakly. "When I will get my hands on that assholes responsible for it they would wish that Voldemort got them first."

"Can you explain it from the beginning?" Dumbledore asked calmly. "Everything."

Sirius calmed down a bit and he sat down with Ruthie on his knees.

"What do you want to know?" Sirius asked.

"When and where your son was born? Why you didn't inform me…" Dumbledore started but Sirius cut him off.

"Why you didn't tell us?" Lupin whispered.

"For obvious reasons," Sirius huffed. "At first I didn't want to tell you because I wasn't sure how you would react. Unlike James and Lily we didn't plan to have children with Voldemort hanging above our heads. But once it happened the less people know about us having a child the safer it was for us. Don't feel offended, Remus, but I had to protect what was mine, I had to protect my family at all costs. Then was that damned prophecy," he spat and glared at Dumbledore. "I didn't like your plans, not even a singles bit. So I hid Mirzam in plain sight, place where neither you nor Voldemort would look for her. The only mistake I made was leaving that place shortly before our son was born."

"We chose Lambeth's Hospital, muggle, because we thought that it was safer than St Mungo's," Mirzam said quietly. "Turned out that it wasn't," she added bitterly.

"What we didn't know was that Lily and James picked the same hospital," Sirius muttered. "From what I know both boys were born exactly at midnight, the beginning of the last day of July, exactly the same hour. For about six hours everything was fine. But we are talking about the times when newborns didn't spend much time with their parents after they were born. Few minutes after six o'clock in the morning a nurse came into our room and told us that few minutes before Harrison started having problems with breathing … he died fifteen minutes later."

"But something was wrong," Mirzam whispered. "I could feel it, but the doctors dismissed it as ramblings of grieving mother. They told me that it could happen sometimes. When he was born Harrison weight seven and half pounds and during the autopsy he weight seven pounds. We should have checked it, made sure…"

"I didn't saw Harry until sometime after nine o'clock," Sirius said. "I wouldn't even go to see James and Lily if Mirzam didn't kick me out. I…" he groaned and hid his head in Ruthie's hair. "If I knew … if I suspected … You cannot even imagine how hard it was to watch them, with Harry, knowing that I won't be able to hug my son, to watch him growing up. If James was lesser friend … I would never agree to be Harry's godfather. I was even unable to attend his first birthday, I pulled out an Auror mission for that time, to just don't remember, don't watch … otherwise I would fell apart."

"Don't blame yourself, Sirius," Dumbledore said gently. "How you were supposed to know that your children were switched at the hospital?"

"We shouldn't let him out from our sight," Mirzam whispered. "But it was late and we were very tired and we trusted them that they will take care of our son for few fucking hours…" she chocked out.

Harry turned around on her knees and hugged her tightly. He didn't dare to even think that all his life was a lie, that when he thought that he had no one he had parents. It was too good to be true, and good things didn't come his way, not without a price.

"Do you want to have a proof?" Snape asked quietly. "That he is your son."

"Please," Mirzam pleaded.

"I will go to prepare the potion," Snape stated. "I should be back in three hours."

"See, I knew that Harry was my brother," Ruthie said happily. "I felt it."

How they made it back into their quarters Harry didn't know. But they all remained close to each other, worrying that they will disappear if they didn't stay close enough. He had parents, mother and father, and a little sister. Never in his life he didn't desire having a family so much like he desired to have them now. He couldn't bear the thought that it was all a cruel joke or mistake.

Seated between Sirius and Mirzam with Ruthie's legs in his lap he felt protected, loved. They remained in silence, neither of them brave enough to ask questions. Even Ruthie understood the situation enough to not chatter playfully but she happily busied herself with braiding Sirius's hair.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Harry nearly jumped. It had to be Snape with the potion. But the door opened slowly and Harry flinched, it wasn't Snape. It was Fudge and Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry if we interrupted," Fudge said calmly. "But I felt that I should warn you personally that the trial concerning Mr Potter's guardianship will take place 15th June at ten o'clock. You should also know that someone else had applied for Mr Potter's guardianship. Her name is Molly Weasley."

"Adoption?" Sirius asked quietly.

"Just guardianship rights until Mr Potter will turn seventeen," Fudge answered.

"There won't be any trial," Mirzam muttered. "That woman has enough children on her own to fuck off from our son."

"Pardon?" Fudge mumbled.

Dumbledore pulled him aside and quietly explained what happened few hours before.

"There is going to be a test?" Fudge asked finally.

"In about a hour, maybe less," Dumbledore confirmed.

"Would you mind if I waited for the results?" he asked. "If your suspicions turn out to be true then the trial for sure will be cancelled but I will need to see the results myself."

Half of hour later, with Lupin and Regulus at his heels Snape entered the room. He was holding a big vial of silver shimmering potion.

"It's big enough to check and recheck," he stated as he put the vial on the table. "I will need clear piece of parchment and blood of each of you."

They all slowly approached the table. Harry watched transfixed as Snape took small sample of blood from Sirius, Mirzam and himself. He let the blood drip on the parchment and then he poured some of the potion at blood. It hissed and a little foam raised from the parchment. As it cleared Harry saw that both the blood and the potion had disappeared.

He held his breath until he saw silver letters appearing on the parchment. Mirzam's and Sirius's names were linked with double silver line and a single vertical silver line from their names lead to Harrison Black.

"Congratulations," Snape stated simply.

Harry slowly breathed out and looked at Sirius and Mirzam who looked as shocked as he felt. Suddenly he was picked up and whirled in the air several time before he was put back on his foot. He looked at grinning Sirius and beaming Mirzam and he just couldn't stop himself from grinning.

"Well that settles it," said Fudge jovially. "My congratulations, Ms Verascez, Mr Black, Harrison. I would like to stay a while more but I have a trail to cancel."

S.S.

Severus made hasty retreat from the room filled with the Blacks. As if one wasn't enough now he had three of them and Black in training in form of his goddaughter.

He knew about Harrison, not directly, without names, but before Ruthie was born Mirzam was paranoid for no reason. Instead of going to hospital, even Muggle one, Mirzam stated that she will give birth to her daughter in her own home and that she did. Few months later, after Blackwell's funeral she told Severus that once she had a child with Black but it died within few hours after birth.

Part of him suspected that Potter took some traits from Black. Like the way Potter was normally walking, Black all over. Potter junior was rash, even more rash that his own father was because Potter senior knew that at some point his abilities would fail him. Junior didn't have that problem. Dark Lord in the school, Philosopher Stone to rescue, Basilisk, dog attacking his friend, rationality flew out of the window. Just like Black. Period.

Severus made a point of last three years to make Potter see, also to keep remembering that Potter was Potter. He spend enough time watching the lad see that even the way he eat screamed Black all over. Potter senior in that regard was more like Weasley boy, piggish. Black and Harry were able to keep moderate manners at the table.

One time, after one glass of Firewhiskey too much, he summed up the traits which made Potter more similar to Black than to Potter senior. It was as if Potter was Black's son and not Potter senior's. But even his mind dulled by Firewhiskey scolded him that it was impossible and no matter how much he hated James Potter Lily would never betray him, especially with Black, she loved him too much to do it.

But he saw the proof with his own eyes. Silver on creamy white. He cursed himself for dismissing the signs. Not because of Potter but because of Mirzam. He knew how much losing her child hurt her and even then he did nothing to check, even for his own knowledge. He just stood there and whenever a chance came to remind Potter that he was Potter he did so.

He saw obvious signs of abuse and neglect on Potter but he dismissed them too. Observing Potter's behaviour took him about a week to develop his doubts. If only he checked he could have bought Mirzam and the boy additional three years.

'Harrison,' he snorted mentally. 'At least the boy doesn't need to change names.'

But part of him felt betrayed. He promised Lily that he would protect her son, that he would do everything to protect him at all cost. Now it was gone. The last connection he had to Lily … it was gone.

Was it really? Potter or Black, Lily had loved the boy enough to die for him. He know that Mirzam would do it too, without a single blink. In a way the boy was still Lily's son, the one she died for, maybe not everything was lost.

Mirzam wasn't Lily and neither Lily could be Mirzam. They were too different but some things made them so alike that sometimes when he was talking with Mirzam he felt as if he had Lily by his side, they were also times when Lily showed the same curiosity of life he know from Mirzam. He loved both girls but while he loved Lily with all his heart, romantically, he loved Mirzam as a younger sister who sometimes needed his guidance, not very younger sister since he was only five weeks older than her. For both he would walk through the fire and would be able to throw himself in front of killing curse. They both have his love.

"But neither knew about it," he said at loud.

Lily didn't know for certain. Mirzam, sometimes he had suspicions that she knew or at least suspected. Otherwise why she asked him to be her witness at her wedding and then later to be Ruthie's godfather.

Something jabbed his heart at the though about Ruthie, jealousy. For the better part of Ruthie's short life he was her most important man, her goddaddy as she called him. Now there was Black, both senior and junior plus the menace named Black's brother, possibly even Lupin. It was obvious that from most important man in Ruthie's life he was on straight road to becoming some grumpy old uncle who apart from holidays sees her every fortnight.

No. He wouldn't allow it. If she wanted Mirzam could marry Black but Black better won't dare to come between him and his goddaughter.

And suddenly he couldn't be more pleased with end of the school year approaching. He wouldn't give up his importance to Ruthie without a fight. Black should better prepare himself for a very long holiday because Severus would come to St Mary in the Marsh as soon as the staff meeting after the students would be send off with Hogwarts Express would end.

In slightly better mood he started grading exams. If Black didn't hate him now then for sure he would hate him by the end of the summer.

He glanced at the exam he was supposed to grade and grinned. Harry Potter. He crossed that out, wrote Harrison Black and with an impish, for his own standards, smile he decided to hit Black where it would hurt the most, through his god… son. He was going to use that summer to become favourite uncle for both kids.

He briefly read the boy's exam and scribbled in red ink, big splashy: Good. Could have been better if you applied yourself more.

Awaiting criticism - like always. I'm replying as long as you leave me your email or you log in while reviewing. Bring my ego down ;)

No more lines because has issues with space lines from word documents and I hate to add them once again after uploading the chapters. Plus some readers complained that even with the space lines it's hard to tell apart whose point vision I'm using.

Ruthie, I was asked if I based her character on someone I know. I didn't, Ruthie is average four years old (magical four years old) and she acts like one. Kids this age have their own kind of wisdom, the kind of which suprises adults.

We are getting closer and closer to the funeral. If my assumptions are correct Ron's funeral should take place in chapter six.

Harry's reaction is painfully short but I feel that his reaction to having family and answering his questions (and trust me once it sinks he won't shut up until he learns everything he wants to know, and even things he doesn't want to know) deserves a seperate chapter. In this circumstances skipping to the funeral would be cruel to Harry because I would like to show how he deals with what happened (and I'm not talking about Ron's death only).

Snape, he might seem out of character but once you concentrate on the part which bothers him the most you will see that he is very close to canon. Personally I can't wait to write the figths between him and Sirius after the school ends.