Sirius didn't emerge from the living room for hours. Severus had already gone, and James had been sent, by Dumbledore on a mission somewhere. Jon was sat at the table while I played with Harry on the floor. He was quite happy with the renewed attention everyone was giving him. Jon had even brought him a train set, which he had cheerfully played with, and chewed.

I rescued a train from Harry's mouth and got up.

"Doe's Sansa forgive me?" Jon asked, in a casual tone.

"Huh?"

"Does she?"

"For what?" I rolled over and looked at Sansa's brother. Jon had dark hair, a deep brown colour. His blue eyes were lighter then Sansa's and lined with worry.

"Not being here for her in the last couple of years."

"I don't know, she never talked about you."

He looked down at the floor. "Ok."

"She knows that you wanted to see her." I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder. He tensed and I pulled away.

"I kept meaning to. I just…"

"Couldn't." I finished for him. "We know what it's like Jon."

He nodded. "Ok."

I stood and started to make tea. A door banged open somewhere and the next thing I knew Sirius was behind me. He put his arm around my waist and twirled me around the room, he was singing and his dark eyes bubbled with excitement and joy. Harry watched interested in what his 'uncle' was doing to his mother. Jon clapped us on as Sirius danced with me. We fell apart laughing and breathless.

Harry ran at Sirius who started to dance again, whizzing Harry around. Harry laughed his baby face alive with happiness. He hadn't seen his extended family this happy for a long time, since Sirius's birthday. Sirius dropped Harry onto the floor and made to drag Jon up. Jon stayed put and Sirius ended up on the floor. None of us heard the front door open and close, but suddenly James was there. He made a beeline for his chair but Harry got there first. Father and son fought for a moment, and then James flopped down. Harry jumped up onto his father's lap. James stroked his hair gently.

"JAMESIE!" Sirius yelled.

"Sirius?"

"Where's my hug?"

Harry looked up nervously. He got off of James's lap and wrapped himself around my leg. Sirius gave a huge, boyish grin and jumped onto James's lap. James gave a yell and suddenly both of them were sprawled on the floor.

"You're going to die." James said, dangerously softly. Sirius looked trapped. He salmon-leapt up and ran behind me. Using me as a shield he moved around the room and out of the door. James jumped up and tore after him. Harry giggled uncertainly and a thundering was heard upstairs.

"SIRIUS YOU BROKE MY CHAIR!" James's voice drifted down the stairs.

"Are…" Jon started.

"I'M SORRY JAMES!" Sirius yelled, sounding scared.

"They…"

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU"

"Always…"

"I SAID SORRY" Sirius laughed.

"Like…"

James roared and Sirius screamed.

"This?" finished Jon. I laughed.

"Always!"

James sauntered back into the room, a smile on his face. He waved his wand and repaired his chair. He lent back and closed his eyes. He didn't notice Sirius sneak back in. Sirius had a red mark on his face, where James had obviously done something to him. Sirius had a cheeky grin on his face; he was evidently up to something. I turned away, not wanting to know what Sirius was going to do. A yell from James warned me that Sirius had done something. I turned around and saw both of them sopping wet. Harry and Jon were laughing. Sirius and James exchanged a look, and smiled evilly. They moved towards me.

"No." I said, backing away from their soaking outstretched arms. "No, James, Sirius, Don't!"

The moved closer.

"No, please go away."

They almost touched me

"Please don't. Go. James. Sirius." I was starting to go hysterical.

They hugged me. I screamed and tried to get away. Sirius pinned my arms as James sneaked his hands up the back of my top. They were freezing! I wriggled away and ran to the other side of the room. Jon laughed.

I moved into the kitchen to make tea, after I had dried myself. Harry followed, picking up his apron from the door. I picked him up and put him on the side. He gurgled happily, blowing bubbles. I gave him a lump of dough and turned to stir some sauce. When I turned back, Harry had coated everywhere with flour and dough. He was happily pounding the lump I had given him.

I turned the heat down on the oven and left him to it.

I entered the living room, when she heard the door, Sansa tried to sit up. She smiled genuinely.

"Hi" She said softly.

"Hey."

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, Harry's fine and James's fine." I said, a smile on my face, it was so like Sansa to worry about us and not herself. "How are you Sans?"

She gave a small groan. "Been better." I giggled.

"Yeah, you have, well done. Almost as big a mess as when you went to Germany with James."

She opened one eye and peered at me. Amusement sparkled in them. "Yeah, that was fun."

I watched her as she moved into a more comfortable position. She looked up at me, her blue eyes meeting my green.

"Severus Snape saved me didn't he?" She asked suddenly.

I nodded.

"Why?"

"I don't know Sans."

She looked down at her hands, still red from when she had been cut.

"He shouldn't have, after what you did to him."

She looked up, a half smile forming. "What did I do?"

"When you had three weeks worth of detention."

She gave a bark of laughter. "All I did was try to wash his hair."

"You half drowned him."

"He didn't put up a fight!"

"You put the body bind curse on him, he couldn't."

She thought for a moment. "Oh yeah."

"He glittered for a week."

"At least he smelled nice…for once."

"He was unconscious."

"Lily?"

"Slughorn had to revive him."

"Lils…"

"If he hadn't then he would have died."

"Lily?"

"What?" I snapped playfully.

"Something's burning."