Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything else in this story.

Note: I know, VERY OOC for both characters. On another note, GO Germany… Argentina, you were amazing as well. Natajia is almost like Natasha. Na-ta-ja. I is almost silent, lol.

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Hermione lifted her head from the bed, spotting the other two sleeping next to her. It had taken a lot of courage to open up in that way, but she was glad it was Luna and Sirius. She loved Luna, her shoulder to cry on, her… What were they? Friends? No, they were lovers, had been lovers, and would continue being lovers. But she couldn't leave Sirius, not like this. She laid her head back down on the pillow, placed her hand on Sirius' chest, and drift back asleep.

Sirius stirred softly, his mind still racing from the prior evening. Removing his arm from under Luna, he realized it was already 6 in the morning. He needed to awake and head to the Ministry, but he didn't want to disturb the girls, but shortly after that thought, both girl's eyes were fluttering open.

"Morning ladies." Sirius smiled ear to ear. Hermione rolled from the bed, and handed Luna a robe. They ignored Sirius and quietly shuffled from the room. Sirius stared after them, slightly confused, but shook it off and stood. He dressed in a deep grey suit, sans a tie. His dress robes, however, were a bright blue with tiny golden strands woven in. He had bought them for the next Ministry Ball, but he figured an interview at the Ministry warranted the outfit better. After all, he wanted to impress the Minister.

Sirius stood in awe, again, upon entering the Ministry. He was fascinated by how smooth it ran, how each Witch or Wizard knew where to go, and specifically how clean the halls and floors were. As he strode confidently towards the Elevators, his eyes widened more, seeing the newest renovations being made by the wizarding custodial crew. The Elevators looked crystalline like, with a sparkling dust reminiscent of snowflakes.

"Vreamy, isn't it?" A small redheaded girl said from behind him. He noted a small badge on her shirt marking her as one of the aforementioned crew.

"Beautiful, reminds me of Christmas." Sirius replied, his smile pushing all the way up to his eyes.

"You should 'ave seen it when You-know-who destroyed it… Oh, my names Natajia." The girl held out her hand. Sirius shook her hand firmly.

"Sirius Black… I was there when he destroyed it." Sirius grinned slightly. He looked at the stack of papers in her hand.

"Oh… I see…" A blush crept upon her face. "I erm…" The Elevator stopped on his floor, and nearly feel on his ass as she ran out of the doors.

"Apparently I don't exist now…." Sirius mumbled to himself as he made his way through the door. As he strode up to the Secretary's desk, he noted Natajia signing a sheet of paper. "Sirius Black, here to see the Minister, 8 O'clock appointment."

"Sign that sheet and have a seat." The Secretary chimed. He realized the woman wasn't a woman, but an animated dummy. He chuckled, turned towards the chairs, only to find one open. Next to Natajia, so he sat down right next to her.

"You can't have an 8 O'clock. I have an 8 O'clock." Natajia mumbled towards Sirius. He grinned down at her.

"But I do. You see, I am the Sirius Black. The" He added emphasis. She stared at him for a second.

"Does zat mean zomefing to me?" Natajia asked nonchalantly.

"Black, Romanova." The Secretary dummy called out two last names. Sirius stood, expecting one of the older woman would stand as well. But it was Natajia. They walked silently into the Minister's office.

"Natajia Romanova, Sirius Black. You two've met?" Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister for Magic, asked as they entered.

"Minister, surely zer is a mistake. Custodial Crew?" Natajia started up. The Minister held his hand up to quiet her.

"No, no mistake. However, you were asked here today for a specific reason. Natajia, has Minister Korotkov informed you of anything?" Minister Shacklebolt asked. Natajia shook her head no. "This is Sirius Black, Heir to the late Princess of Evreux, your father's cousin. We've asked you here to help him learn some of the Evreux Court ways, specifically the Russian ones." He quickly placed his wand to his temple. "Sirius, she will help you learn some of your Russian family, as well as their ways. Mistress Romanova, you may go for now. I will owl you with directions later. Sirius sit."

The Minister withdrew a packet from his desk, and opened it slowly. Sirius watched as the man before him shuffled the papers magically before placing them back in the envelope.

"I need you to go through these and be back tomorrow at the same time. You may go." The Minister informed him. Sirius grabbed the envelope as he inwardly bemoaned the Minister, and promptly left, hoping to catch up to Natajia. However, she was nowhere to be seen. So he made his way back to the apartment.

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"Apparently, the Minister feels it important for me to learn the Russian court ways. He has assigned me… An assistant of sorts, a girl named Natajia Romanova." Sirius explained to Hermione and Ron.

"Natajia Romanova? You're positive?" Hermione looked up at Sirius. He nodded in reply. "I see… She is one of your… For lack of a better word, enemies, for the throne. But hey, I'm on my way to Luna's, I'll see you tomorrow."

Sirius watched as a large barn owl flew towards the apartment, and backed away as it soared through the open window. It dropped a letter upon Sirius' bed, and flew back out. It was from the Minister.

Sirius Black, Prince of Evreux,

Upon further designation with King Helbert, King of Magic, it has been decided you and the other Heirs are to be relocated to a safe and private mansion whose location will be known to very few. You are to back only a change of clothes, as proper clothes befitting your rank will be obtained upon arrival. You are to pack only the necessities. You will be promptly picked up exactly at 7 O'clock in the morning.

Sincerely,

K. Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic

Sirius tossed the papyrus on the bed. He wouldn't be able to say good bye to Hermione. Perhaps that was best…