A/N: I Don't Own Harry Potter. JK Rowling Own those Rights.

Skipping to New Year's Eve…

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I wake up to Neville caressing the short, curly, tangled mess I unfortunately have to call hair. I blink once, twice, then close my eyes and try to fall asleep again. I smile as he chuckles.

"You know, you're going to have to get up sometime."

"No, Neville. I'm staying right here."

He tries to get up, but I wrap my arms around his torso before he can. He goes back to caressing my hair when I get a terrific idea. I get up and go wash my hair. I magically dry my hair and then come back to a room full of people. I turn my back to change from what I was wearing to a pair of leggings, a knee-length-dance skirt, and a black tank top. I smile and put on my black heels. I walk out to the kitchen and out the door. I take a Muggle bus to my home.

I walk up to the security code box and type in the numbers. I walk up the pathway and go inside. I see a note from Peter saying he went to the Coast and left the kids here. Allison, a stripper, to come and feed them, but the key she had to have is here with a note saying, "Fuck It! I'm not doing this."

I turn on the stove and make a bunch of food and Clara, Gia, Sally, Rounnh, Stao, Orchid, Fynor, Leran, Feleu, and Raos run out. These are the kids that weren't terminated, beaten, taken into Hospital facilities, or taken by Social Services.

Clara is only six months, but she's quite capable of walking, talking, and reading. Gia is two and is a goody-goody already. Sally is two and a half and LOVES to paint. Rounnh is three, Stao is three, and Orchid is three. They're somewhat triplets. They do Look Alike. Fynor, Leran, Feleu, and Raos are all five. They also look-alike.

I feed them and they devour it, so I made another batch of eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes. They finish eating and I clean up. I have them all go and pack their bags. I go up to my room and take out a few trunks full of items we're going to need. Each one color-coded.

I then take them back to Sirius's in my room. They sit on my bed waiting for questions or orders.

"How long has it been since Peter Left?"

"He left Christmas Eve," answers Feleu.

"I'm going to find you guys a place to stay for a while."

"Are you coming with us?"

"No, Clara. I can't. I have my work cut out for me here."

They look upset and Gia asks, "Are you giving us away?"

"No, I'm not giving you away. I'm hiding you in a safer place. I'll get you when it's safe enough for you to come out again. I just have to find a place."

They look at me and I realize what I'm about to do may put on me in debt forever.

"I'm going to contact Aunt Amalie. I'll be right back."

I go downstairs and into an empty room. I call Aunt Amalie.

"Amalie Daniels, how may I help you?"

"Hey, Aunt Amalie. It's Silver. I need you to watch the Little Ones for a while. Sorry."

"No problem, I'll take 'em off your hands until you get a place for them. I owe you for healing Peter."

"Okay, when would be a good time to drop them off."

"Now is good."

"Okay, I'll be by soon. Bye."

We hang up and I go back to the room. I grab all the kids and our trunks and we end up in Aunt Amalie's living room. She sets them each a room in her huge house and gives me a few minutes with the kids. They flock around me as I sit on a bed.

"Now, I want you all to listen very closely. I am not leaving you for good. I'm going to unlock my account to buy a place where we all can live. Unfortunately, this may take a couple of years for this to do. I WILL come back for you, though. Okay?"

They nod and hug me before I leave. I land in my room that everyone is standing in. I crumple to the ground and cry. I know they're hurt, I know that they're going to have a hard time adjusting to the situation, but living with me would be too dangerous. Neville stands me up and comforts me as I cry, whispering reassuring words while holding me close as he hands me tissues.

When I finish crying, he kisses my cheek and takes me to the living room where the others are. I sit in his lap, his arms around my waist, head next to mine. I hate being short, but when I have Neville like this, I don't mind at all. We sit like this as everyone else jokes around.

When Dinner is ready, Neville carries me to a chair and sits next to me. I eat very little and we go sit next to the fire, playing the radio as we wait for the countdown to Midnight. Neville sit with an arm around me. I lay my head on his shoulder, silent as the Wizard Music plays. They turn it up during a song that is actually a Muggle song. A song I Love.

Marry The Night. I sing along and they laugh as they see me do the upper-body portions of the dance that I had to do over the summer for Dance, Dance Revolution: Real time. A competition in America.

I smile and Neville holds me against him again, as I had accidentally knocked his arm off when dancing. We stay like that, and close to Midnight, all the others go their own way to celebrate Midnight. Sirius leaves by himself into the kitchen as the countdown commences. Neville and I are alone and he turns me towards him to kiss him just as they say one. His lips are on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck as his slither over my waist, pulling me close. I feel him lay down, my body conforming to the movements of his. I then move a different tempo, his body matching mine, so that he's on to of me. It felt more 'natural', to say in so little words. His hands snaked up under the fabric of my tank top. I feel him moving up to the silky fabric of my bra. I gasp when sneaks his hand under the elastic, surprised at his intrepid move. The next few moments were just as surprising, as he explored my mouth with his tongue and his hand explored my body.

After what felt like hours of pure bliss, he breaks our kiss and stands up, breathing heavily. We both wait in silence as we catch our breath. When he catches it, he says, "Wow."

I laugh and he says, "I kissed a Slytherin. Not all Gryffindors can say that."

I giggle, still giddy from the kiss, and he intertwines his fingers in mine. I smile a small smile when I realize that his mind is now being inhabited by something, but I don't know who until I catch a snitch. A fake memory usually has a print, and this one's strong. Hannah Abbott is jealous of me.

I should have paid attention to what she told him because he then gets up saying, "You Snakes are always the same. You just want me for sex, but that's not gonna happen."

He walks away and I go after him, tripping on a table, my shin facing the dropped vase.

SIRIUS'S POV

I'm in the kitchen with Augusta, who, for her age, is a really good snogger. Then we heard the thud, the shatter, then the scream.