"Sirius finally wrote back?" Hermione asked excitedly as Harry retrieved the letter from Hedwig. They were standing in their quarters, eyeing the beautiful snowy owl who had just landed in front of the window.

"It looks like it!" Harry smiled. It had been a long time since he'd heard back from his godfather, and he had been starting to worry. Sirius would never be described as a formal or very punctual wizard, but his latest response had certainly taken a long time to come through. Harry hoped that his godfather wasn't in greater danger than he let on. Harry had been at Hogwarts for almost three weeks already, and in that time this was the first letter from Sirius that he'd received. In those three weeks, Harry's life had dramatically changed from multiple standpoints.

Once Harry took the letter and had sufficiently greeted Hedwig, who then flew back to the owlery to recuperate, he couldn't help but just sit and stare at the envelope for a little bit.

"You know, Harry," Hermione nudged, breaking the silence, "the whole point of being delivered a letter is that you read it." He looked up and she gestured meaningfully to what Hedwig had just delivered. "I don't see why you're waiting. Normally you'd be tearing the envelope open even before Hedwig had let go."

Harry returned his gaze to the letter and sighed. "I guess I'm just a bit worried about what it will say. Maybe something's happened. Plus, things are a lot different for me too. I've changed a lot. What will he say when he finds out?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. She walked over to Harry, sat down next to him, and put her arm around him. "Harry, this is Sirius. I can't think of anyone else, outside this school, who cares more for you. He'd risk anything for you, Harry. He'll care for you no matter what." Hermione paused, letting the deep stuff sink in.

"Besides," she added, rolling her eyes again and smiling, "you know the first things he'll say when he finds out about you and me: 'About time!' and 'Holstered your wand yet?' or some other stupid euphemism."

Harry stared at Hermione in shock for a few moments before they both burst into laughter. Hermione was probably dead right, as usual. Harry could easily imagine Sirius saying those exact things. But she was right about the other stuff too, Harry knew, and that comforted him.

"I guess I better open it up." Harry grinned and began breaking the seal of the envelope. As he felt Hermione's hair brush up against his head and her chin on his shoulder, Harry added, "I suppose you'd like me to hold it so you can read it to?"

Hermione did her best to look surprised. "Why, Harry, I wouldn't dream of it. That's a private letter between you and Sirius. However, if you'd like me to…"

"And do I want you to?" Harry smiled, rolling his eyes.

"I think you do, yes." Hermione was smiling too now.

Harry sighed. "I believe now I'm supposed to say something along the lines of 'Yes, dear' but I simply can't muster up the courage."

"That's fine," Hermione innocently replied, tucking her feet in as she and Harry settled on the couch, "just hurry up and open the letter." Harry did so, and they both began to read.

Harry-

First of all, I hope you're doing fine. At least, as fine as someone like you can hope to be. First Voldemort, and now all this new craziness with the Ministry. I've heard a lot of disturbing things, and I'm practically living under a rock, so I probably don't even know the worst of it. Actually, a cave is rock, so right now I'm literally living under a rock. Anyway, my point is, be safe and be smart Harry. Who knows what's to come from all of this? My recommendation right now is to lay low, maybe contribute to the Ministry's little baby boom hopes. Settle down with a nice, smart, brown-haired, smart, intelligent, smart, well-known, smart girl. There should be one pretty close by for you. (If you couldn't tell, I've decided to take a less subtle approach with my match-making.)

I know you've been worrying about me, but there really isn't that much to worry about. Just like the Ministry doesn't want to let me go, they also don't want to end the chase. That would be just as bad as giving me up, leaving them with nothing to do and no sheep to 'protect.' I've been making my way back toward you, leading them on a false trail to a little dump known as Number 4 Privet Drive. Hopefully Aurors will be ripping up the floorboards and digging up the daisies within a week. We can only hope for massive property damage. But yeah, not much to worry about. Biggest scare was finding a horny alpha wolf during mating season. But let's not go there (thankfully, neither did the wolf).

The point I'm trying to make here, Harry, is that you don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. The Ministry and I are kind of at a stalemate: they can't catch me, but I can't legally defend myself or put a stop to the search. Stay safe, Harry. I'll try to contact you more once I'm closer, and maybe we'll be able to meet in person again soon. Give my best to Ron and Hermione.

Sirius

"Wow." Hermione giggles were muffled by Harry's shoulder. "Sirius certainly seems set on putting you with someone. I wonder who she could be."

"Hmm…" Harry pretended to think. "Maybe Parvati?"

Hermione hit his shoulder in mock anger. "Very funny. It is interesting, though, how he and the Ministry are kind of locked together. Neither one will benefit from catching him, and the Ministry doesn't want to end the chase either, even though he's too elusive for them."

Harry smiled maliciously. "It makes me laugh, thinking about all their effort for nothing. Oh, I hope they try to arrest the Dursleys...I can only imagine how high he's bringing their budget."

Hermione's eyes lit up. "Oh! I just remembered!" She ran off, coming back moments later with a stack of papers. "What you said about budgets reminded me of something I found the other day!"

"Aren't those the papers that we looked through a while ago?"

"You mean the papers that you pretended to look at before placing in the 'Done' pile?"

"Um….yeah. Those."

"Yes, they are," Hermione answered, returning her attention to the daunting stack. "Let's see here...I just saw it the other day so it must be near the top...I still haven't even made my way through a third of these, we've been sort of, uh, busy….Ah! Here we go!"

Hermione triumphantly held up a piece of paper that looked like a bank statement. Harry took it and looked at it carefully, unsure of what he was seeing.

"Uh...Hermione? This looks like a bank statement."

"That's right!"

"So...what's so important about it?"

Hermione sighed. "Harry, because of how the Ministry paired us, we're legally married and emancipated. Because of this, for all the paired couples they merged our two accounts and gave us all a bit of spending money to use for a wedding."

"Wait, wedding?" Harry's eyes widened in fear.

"That's right."

"What do we need that for?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe so that we can socialize, proclaim our relationship openly to everyone, talk to my parents…"

"P-p-parents! What? Why do we...I mean, I….you…"
"Harry, they're my parents! I think they deserve to know if I'm married! Did you think we'd never see them?"

"We...that, is you could….visit...I could hide…"
"Harry, there's no need to be shy. Mum and Dad are very nice, and I'm sure they'll accept you just fine, even if the circumstances are a bit weird. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to point out…"

Harry sighed. Seeing Harry's relieved expression, Hermione added, "Don't think you're getting out of anything."

Very eager to put this conversation away for a later (hopefully much later) date, Harry quickly asked, "So what was it that's so important?"

"Well," Hermione replied, settling back into research and teach mode, "since we're married, our Gringotts accounts should be merged. However, that wasn't the case. Instead of merging our two personal accounts, like what would normally be done, I was instead brought into your family one. With me so far?"

Harry nodded. So far this all made sense.

"Right," Hermione continued, "so I did some digging, trying to figure out what's up with your account. We don't know a whole lot about your family, except your parents, but we know they left you some money. However, most people use both a family account and a personal account. The family one is for more legal, family-related issues or purchases, while the personal account is for day-to-day expenses. There's only one reason I could find for you not having your own personal account."

"Wait," Harry interrupted, "I've never made a personal account or anything. I just used that key Hagrid gave me back in First Year."

Hermione shook her head. "That shouldn't matter, Harry. A new account is made automatically for you the first time you enter Gringotts. In fact, your parents probably made you one when you were born. A personal account only disappears or merges into a family account for one reason."

Hermione took a breath, purposely pausing for dramatic effect. "Harry, as a newly emancipated, legal adult, you are now the Head of the House of Potter!"

Harry stared at her, mouth open. "Me?"

Hermione smiled. "Yes, you. You knew you didn't have family left on the Potter side, so it shouldn't be that much of a surprise."

"I guess," Harry replied, still a bit shaken, "I just didn't realize our pairing made me the Head. I never really thought about my inheritance or family standings."

"Plus," Hermione added helpfully, "as a Head of House, you now have access to the Potter Manor, assuming one exists, any other owned properties and investments, and a seat on the Wizengamot. And, since we're married, you and I are now Lord and Lady Potter!"

"Are you serious?" Harry took a deep breath. This was all a lot to take in!

"No," said Hermione, smiling profusely, "that would be your godfather."

"Ha ha, Hermione. Very funny." Harry had lost count of how many times he'd heard that before. Sirius's parents seriously had a lot to answer for.

"All joking aside," Hermione added, getting up off of the couch, "I think we should pay a visit to Gringotts in the near future and figure out what this is all going to mean. Dumbledore would also be good to talk to. And maybe Sirius, Neville, and Ron too. We were both Muggle-raised, so I'm sure there's a lot we don't know."

"What? Are you saying there's a lot you don't know? How can this be?" Harry grinned. Hermione would pay for her lack of seriousness regarding the name Sirius.

"Yes there is, Mr. Potter." Hermione replied. "For instance, I don't know how much to include in my next letter to my parents. Maybe I should mention you?"

That shut Harry up quick.

"I'm going to take a shower," Hermione remarked, walking toward the bathroom. "Why don't you actually read a few of those papers?"

"Or I could join you…" Harry cheekily suggested. Hermione thought about it, but shook her head. "Maybe we can try something like that tomorrow. I was thinking, just to make things official for my Ladyship, we should consummate our marriage."

With that she casually left the room. It took Harry a few moments to realize what Hermione had just said, but when he did his heart started beating so hard he worried that she might hear it. Eyes wide, he rushed over to the desk and began looking through papers, eager to try and pass the time until Hermione was ready for 'bed.'


About forty-five minutes later, Harry was just beginning to look through a paragraph on his emancipation when he heard a knock on the door. Relieved to have some distraction from all the reading, Harry made his way over to the portrait.

"I guess Dumbledore decided to just talk to me in person, rather that answer my letter," Harry thought. Before reading, he had sent letters to Dumbledore and Sirius asking about Houses and responsibilities. Both had known his father and probably his grandparents, so they might even know some specifics regarding House Potter. Harry had figured he'd just catch Ron and Neville after class sometime to talk.

When he walked over to the door, however, Harry was extremely surprised to be staring at the face of Ginny Weasley. Instead of her regular attire, Ginny appeared to be wearing a set of extremely revealing, red and pink dress robes. Or pajamas. Or something. Harry didn't really dare look at anything below Ginny's neck after realizing what she was wearing.

"Hey, Harry," Ginny seductively whispered. "You wanna let me in?"

"Uhhhhh" Harry had no idea what to do. Ginny's intentions were obvious, and Hermione was in the shower. What was he to do?

"Thanks," Ginny replied brightly, showing herself in and pulling Harry with her toward the couch. She gently pushed him onto it, and Harry fell over top the cushions, still paralyzed with surprise and fear.

"I see you're already as excited as I am!" Ginny mused, looking at Harry's erect member. In truth, Harry Junior hadn't been able to rest ever since Hermione's proposal before entering the shower. Harry tried to tell Ginny this, tried to explain him and Hermione, tried to say something, anything, but what came out was an incoherent mess. Before he could try again, Ginny interrupted.

"Ever since they told us about the laws and repopulation, I haven't stopped thinking of you! Mum's been wanting grandbabies for ages, and you're practically a son to her already! She'll be thrilled, don't you think!"

"Ginny, I-"

"Oh, don't worry, I know we'll both enjoy it! It's fine if you're a bit nervous. Take it from me, tonight's going to be a night you'll never forget!"

Harry had been anticipating this already, even before Ginny came. Now he was even more certain, yet he was decidedly less excited about experiencing it. Hopefully he'd live through the night. Ginny, Harry worried, might not be so lucky.

"Ginny, maybe we should talk about this..."

"Oh, Harry, we've been talking enough already. I think it's time to share things words alone can't express. Let's get serious."

"Uh, he's quite far away. It'll take, um, a lot of time. Maybe you should, well, go back to your room and wait, maybe?" Ginny shushed Harry, putting a finger to his lips, and moved in for the kill.

Ginny slowly moved over to Harry, planting herself right over his chest. Harry was finding it harder and harder to breathe, and Ginny's weight wasn't the reason. Ginny slowly lowered herself down so that her face was inches away from Harry's. She looked at him and frowned.

"Harry, you look absolutely terrified. What's wrong?" A thought struck her, and her eyes widened as she leaned in right next to his ear. "You are, um, into witches, aren't you Harry?" Harry gulped, about to defend himself and speak his mind, when he and Ginny both heard a door slam.

"Sorry for the wait Harry, but I needed to get changed. I think you'll find that it was worth the wait-"

Hermione stopped, wide eyed, as she saw a scantily clad Ginny Weasley straddling her terrified-looking husband. Ginny looked absolutely frozen in shock while Harry silently mouthed the words "help me."

Ginny, in turn, was staring at Hermione as if she were a ghost. Actually, Ginny didn't mind ghosts. They were sometimes annoying, but they generally left her alone. All except Moaning Myrtle. If that girl had been as annoying alive as she was as a ghost, Ginny almost couldn't blame the basilisk.

Instead, Ginny stared at Hermione as if the girl in front of her were Voldemort, back from the dead, and clad in a blood-splattered chicken suit without a head. However, Hermione wasn't wearing a blood-splattered chicken suit without a head. She wasn't even wearing a chicken suit of any kind. In fact, she wasn't wearing much at all.

Hermione was clad, much to Harry's surprise and delight, in matching black lingerie. A black, lacy bra barely contained her beautiful breasts. Down below, she was wearing black, lacy panties. And, best of all, she was wearing a black garter belt with stockings. Even in this strange, awful encounter, Harry could feel himself getting hard just looking at Hermione.

Finally, Hermione regained her composure (though she was blushing like mad), and turned to glare at the young Weasley girl. With a deep breath, obviously trying to control herself, Hermione's piercing gaze burned right through Ginny.

"Ginny," she ventured, her voice quivering with contained rage, "why in the name of Merlin's hairy ball sack are you in our fucking quarters?!"


/:Note:/ Well, there you go, another chapter is done! Ha ha, I bet a lot of you were looking forward to Harry getting laid, weren't you? Too bad! Gotcha! Anyway, Ginny and Sirius have now entered the story, and things are heating up. I'm still taking suggestions for stuff, since not much is set in stone. Any praise, critiques, or comments are welcome! Thanks for reading, as always. This story has over 400 follows, which is great! Thanks again, all of you, and in all Sirius-ness I wish you the best.