Hey, I just got the best review ever from Brenda, it seems I've been neglecting Surka... well, here it is!

Enoy!

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Back up at the school, Surka could tell his sister was having a hard time controlling her astral half. Her face was paler than usual, her eyes were a bit glazed and her hands were shaking. He grabbed her hand to help steady it, and she smiled gratefully, the corners of ehr moth twitching slightly.

Ahead of them in the Great Hall, they could see her Astral self talking angrily to one of the Carrows.

"Ah, no, no!! Saoirse muttered under her breath, and Surka squeezed her hand, lending her his confidence.

Saoirse recalled her astral self, and ehr chest glowed gold before she was alright again.

"I've never done it for so long,... she gets stronger the longer I keep her out," he heard her whimper. He glared at his fther, who was at the headmaster's position at the table, and saw him give him a curious glance back. The Carrows were arguing amongst themselves now, he noticed.

"It's break now, why don't you go up and rest?" he told her gently, and he moved her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, like he did when they had been small.

"Surkaaa..." she complained, but they both smiled, and she got the picture. She was still a bit shaky.

"Alright, I'll go... talk to dad while I'm gone," she said, and she turned and made her way out of the Great Hall.

Surka returned his gaze to the people there, and his father, and realized nearly half the school had just witnessed her recalling an astral version of herself, and him kissing her, and he blushed; while his sister was the younger, she had more confidence, more determination. He was in Gryffindor, yes, but he wasn't nearly as fearless as his younger sister.

He strode up the the Staff table and leaned towards his father, his waist-length black hair fallilng in rippling cold waves against the tablecloth.

"Yes?"

"Saoirse thought you and I should talk," he muttered so only he could hear. He looked into those dark eyes and felt only cold.

"I think it's in order. We can discuss things. Meet me at the Shrieking Shack," he said, an odd smile twist his lips, and Surka couldn't help but think he didn't like him as much as he loved Saoirse, but that was absurd. For once, he wwas the one feeling insecure... it had always been Saoirse who needed standing up for, and the sudden switch in perdicaments left him quite dumbfounded.

"Fine," Surka said coldly, in a perfect imitation of his father, and he spun on his heel, his robes bvillowing about him, and headed off in the direction of the front doors.

He Imobilized the Whomping Willow and dashed into the secret opening beneath the roots, making his way up the tunnel and into the Shrieking Shack.

He decided to wait upstairs, unbeknownst to him, in the room that the supposed mass murderer Sirius Black had revealed Peter Pettigrew to Harry Potter and his friends. He didn't even know Harry Potter was associated with Remus Lupin. He'd only met the man through various streets, and one had recognized the other for what they were, and they had gone on their ways.

He didn't have long to wait before his father entered the room and leaned against a wall, his wand twirling idly between three fingers.

They looked at each other for a few moments, before one of them spoke.

"You feel I like your sister more than you?" Severus guessed.

"Yes," Surka muttered, and he glared at the floorboards as if wishing them a horrible death.

"You could never be more wrong, Surka," he said quietly, and then it was him who wouldn't look at Surka.

Surka looked up at him as if someone had told him he'd just won the lottery.

"I heard you had died, and then you showed up on my doorstep pretending to be some blonde dunderhead, and then I figure out you had never died at all... you can understand why I've been a bit... difficult lately. Not to mention what would happen if the Death Eaters found out you were a werewolf. No doubt they would wonder why you hadn't joined them by now," his father explained.

"I would never join them. Saoirse may like playing spy, but I'd rather help Harry Potter," he confessed, and he blushed and let his hair cover the color in his cheeks. He hadn't meant to say that much. It'd been on his mind for the past few days or so, but he was determined to help the boy if it meant werewolves could have a full pardon with the right safety measures, and he intended to let the whole wizarding world know that two werewolves had helped defeat the most evil wizard of all time. He stared at his father with the same, hard, blazing look Ginny Weasley sometimes got, and his father smiled at him.

"You really are my son, aren't you? Despite the fact that you are in Gryffindor," he said, and Surka thought he was joking; it was hard to tell with someone like their father.

"I look a lot like you... but Saoirse has your temper, I was the one who held her back all the years growing up," Surka admitted. True, he got angry just like the next guy, but not often, and not as easily.

"Wrong. She and I get it from my father," he corrected him, putting as much hatred into the word as posible, and Surka knew he shouldn't press it.

So how am I like you?" asked Surka curiously. A thin, crooked smile twisted his pale, thin face at that, and he said, "we are both determined to help the same person for the same reason."

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Hope you liked it!!! The family gets closer after this chapter, and then it goes into a bit of canon!!

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