Chapter 9 Lemon Warning

Siriah rolled over and smiled sleepily into her pillow. It seemed to smell nicer than her normal pillow, and it was certainly bigger and warmer. She smiled some more and snuggled closer to the pillow and wrapped a leg around it. Lemon Scene

Peters is sucking hard on her nipples, and she is loving it. He moves down her stomach until he gets to her p**** and he takes a long lick of it. It drives her over the edge. He moans as she starts to lap up her p****, and she nearly loses control. He then uses paseltongue on her and she cums hard in his mouth. That was was wonderful said a giggling siriah. I knew you would like it said harrison, how about I return the favor said siriah. She bends down to his genital area and grabs his d*** and starts to stroke it. He moans a little at that. She then kisses the tip of his d*** and starts to plant a few kisses around his d*** and takes the head inside of her mouth and bobs up and down on his dick. She swirls her tongue around the head and then sucks hard on his length. He has his hand on her head to keep her going and about ten minutes later he cums in her mouth. Damn I can get use to this, and she laughs a little at that, so do you want to be the top or the bottom says harrison, i be on top says siriah. She climbs on top and lines his d*** up with her p**** and slowly sinks down on his shaft. He hits a barrier and he realizes it is her hymen, he looks and she nods and that's when he tears through her hymen. She is in pain for a little, then it goes away, slowly she starts to move up and down on his d***. THen she goes faster and faster, she rides him like a bull, ohhh yes siriah right yells harrison, siriah just smirks and keeps riding him about ten minutes later, he cums very hard in her. End of lemon scene

That was wow says harrison, i know i can't wait for more, ahh shit I didn't use a conception, don't worry I did says siriah, but little did siriah know it did not work and in 91/2 months she will be a mother.

She sighed happily as the pillow responded and wrapped itself around her...hang on a minute. Siriah Black sat up quickly and wrenched herself out of Peters' arms and promptly fell off the bed and landed hard as she scrambled to get away.

As she absentmindedly rubbed her sore butt, the sound of someone laughing registered, and he turned to see his father sitting in his favourite arm chair in their living room – which seemed to have a rather large bed in the middle of it – laughing at her. Siriah fumed silently; why was it always him who embarrassed himself. She pouted at her father but sadly this only made him laugh harder and he was soon joined by a deeper sensuous laugh coming from the green eyed god who was still lying languidly on the bed.

However as Siriah was searching for her wand in an attempt to hex the pair of them Orion spoke; "if you would both like to sit on the couch I can banish the bed and then we can talk about what we found out this afternoon."

As Siriah settled himself on the couch absentmindedly taking Peters' hand he suddenly froze.

"Please tell me I imagined it" she begged her father, "I'm too young to be married!"

Orion Black manfully swallowed a snigger at the look of abject horror on Siriah' face but continued seriously, "you are for all intents and purposes married. I think it would be best for the pair of you to stay here tonight and we can deal with the decisions that need to be made and get the truth from some of us" here he fixed Peters with a stern look. "Tomorrow morning straightaway after breakfast we shall all go to Gringotts, register your marriage" here Siriah looked ready to faint again and Peters winced as the circulation in his hand felt as though it had been permanently cut off as Siriah held onto it desperately. Again Orion had to fight down her laughter; her life had certainly become entertaining of late. "We shall probably have to spend most of the morning at Gringotts sorting out your estates as it seems they have been gathering interest and the properties left alone since the founders lived pr earlier. After we have sorted all of that out and you have claimed you titles I shall take you back to school. I have already informed McGonagall that the pair of you likely won't be back until lunch time tomorrow."

Here Orion took a moment to reminisce and smiled happily as he remembered McGonagall's displeasure at the situation and the thinning of her lips. He had never liked Minerva when they had been at school together, they had always been academically competing for the top spot, which she had won he thought with irritation. It really had been too long since he'd had the pleasure of tweaking her tail, sighing to himself he continued.

I will formally announce it in the New Year but we will need to have a family meeting sooner, probably next weekend. I'll owl you the time and send a separate portkey for you and Pe...Harrison so that you can arrive early." as Siriah nodded ruefully Orion looked at Peters "You shall be expected here for the family holiday with Siriah. You are now part of the Black family and as such you must attend the family meeting."

Peters met his eyes and nodded. It was time for the truth he thought to himself. He stood, removed his hand from Sirius' with a pang, and began to pace. "I assume you both know occlumency?" at their nods he began.

"As you know I was born in 1980 Harry James Potter" he glanced at the Blacks and saw Orion watching him with narrowed eyes and Siriah with confusion. He sighed to himself and continued "when I was one year old my parents, Lily and James Potter, were murdered by Lord Voldemort. He tried to kill me as well in an attempt to circumvent a prophecy, which he ironically only ended up fulfilling. So, instead of me dying he was banished into a spirit form for 10 years or so and I was sent to live with my only remaining family the Dursley family who turned out to be magic hating muggles.

"I was placed at the Dursleys on the orders of Albus Dumbledore, ignoring the will of my parents, for my apparent protection and he invoked blood wards. My life at the Dursleys was miserable. They hated me with a passion and let us just say that I now have a greater understanding of house elves, just without the job satisfaction element. I was kept ignorant of the magical world and my standing within it."

Here he paused again wondering exactly how much detail to go into. "Eventually on my 11th birthday I found out that I was a wizard and was then promptly thrust head first into the magical where I was a celebrity. My introduction to the magical world was performed by Hagrid on Dumbledore's orders. I was told certain things; my parents were wonderful Gryffindors, all Slytherins were evil and that Voldemort had been one and, finally, that Dumbledore was a man to be admired above all others."

Here Orion began to look outraged and Siriah suspicious, "At the same time other things were left out, such as the fact that my godfather was currently wrongfully imprisoned in Azkaban and had been for 10 years. I also didn't get the typical muggleborn introduction, and was thus completely ignorant of wizarding customs."

Understanding had begun to dawn on Orion's face so he continued "my first year was anything but quiet. I talked the hat out of sorting me into Slytherin and was instead put in Gryffindor, where I never truly fit in. I was naturally too cautious and cynical, and so was forced to act overly reckless to compensate." Here Siriah' face took on a slightly pained expression. It was clear that she understood what Harry meant rather well coming from a very Slytherin family.

"After that I made fast friends with a Weasley and a Muggleborn, Granger. I was forced to act a mediocre so as not to upset Granger by being cleverer than her, or to make Weasley jealous. Don't get me wrong, they weren't bad people, just completely the wrong friends for me. Once I inherited my father's invisibility cloak however things became easier and I studied most nights in the library. I had always been bright, but I really took to magic, it just seemed so easy and natural."

Both Blacks nodded, it was true that magic had a different feel to purebloods than muggleborns. "By the end of the year I had managed to cement my place as average in my studies, but excellent at DADA and highly daring by killing a Voldemort possessed defence professor and saving the philosophers stone which had been hidden in the castle that year. I was then packed off back to my muggle relatives. However there was one difference, the matron Madame Pomfrey had noticed that I was malnourished and had several badly healed bones, and so when I spent the end of my first year in the hospital wing recovering from my confrontation with Voldermort she banished and re-grew them and began dosing me with nutrient and growth potions. She then gave me a supply that would last for the entire summer and a small unnoticeable bag to put them in so that I could hide them."

Harry pause for breath. It wasn't easy trying to give the Blacks enough information, and yet not too much, but from the angry looks on both of their faces they had understood what he had not wanted to announce.

"My second year" he continued abruptly, wanting to get this over with "was worse in many ways, as the Chamber of secrets was opened and I was the main suspect as I could speak parseltongue. I didn't exactly understand the stigma being a parseltongue carried and so revealed it by accident. I was shunned and feared by almost everyone. My studies became a retreat of sorts and so I spent as much time as possible in the library under my cloak, I had reached silent casting and fourth year spells by this time. However to appease my friends I pretended to be searching for the heir of Slytherin and together we brewed polyjuice potion in the out of order bathroom on the second floor. Eventually the year ended and I ended up in the Chamber of Secrets and killing a sixty foot basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor that I had pulled from the sorting hat. But what was most interesting about that year was that when the basilisk bit me" here he ignored the sharp intakes of breath from his audience "a black shadow emerged from the scar on my forehead screaming, and then the scar vanished and my eye sight corrected itself. Before I could die Fawlkes Dumbledore's pheonix cried and saved me. But I felt different, cleaner, purer and darker, almost as if a new part of my magic had been released. "I stabbed the diary that had once belonged to Voldemort and that had possessed a first year and making her open the Chamber and the apparition of a teenage Voldemort vanished. I didn't know what that meant then".

He turned and looked at Orion and saw the look of horror. "So you understand?" Orion nodded and then asked a question "Could you still speak parseltongue after that?"

Harry smiled slowly then nodded "I theorised that because I had faced and defeated Voldemort three times I had won some Slytherin family magics; my theory was confirmed in the department of mysteries".

"My third year I managed to stay the last week of the holidays in Diagon Alley, and sold the basilisk carcass to Gringotts for a fortune. They gave me a portkey to put on the body and an activation phrase, and I sent it to them as soon as I arrived back at Hogwarts. I didn't meet Voldemort that year; instead the drama was all to do with an Azkaban escapee, the first ever".

"Bloody Hell" blurted out Siriah. It was such an alien idea, no one escaped from Azkaban.

Harry smiled softly "Indeed. The worst death eater inside the walls of Azkaban and Voldemort's right hand man I was told. Of course I later found out that the man hadn't been given a trial and had instead been simply illegally imprisoned, not that the Ministry was prepared to change their minds. I found out eventually that the Ministry believed that he was after me, and that he believed that if he killed me he would be able to bring Voldemort back. As it was a fairly quiet year otherwise I managed to get to the end of fifth year studies and taught myself Arithmancy and Ancient Runes." Here Harry grimaced "in order to maintain my image I had been forced to take the same things as Weasley, namely Divination and CMC. Anyway at the end of the year I ended up confronting the Azkaban escapee in the Shrieking Shack, where it was revealed that he was innocent and Peter Pettigrew had committed the crimes that said escapee had been accused of, and then turned into his illegal animagus form and hidden himself with the Weasley family as their pet rat. The escapee had seen a photo of the rat in the newspaper when the Minister visited and escaped to protect me, her godson in his own illegal animagus form. " Here Harry turned to meet Siriah' horrified and resigned gaze.

"It was me wasn't it? I was accused of being a death eater because I was a Black and I managed to escape once I realised that you were in danger, and then I slipped into the castle through one of the secret passageways." Siriah stated rather sadly. She had spent almost 12 years in Azkaban, there was no way he would be the same after that.

"You're an animagus?" Orion Black thought that little could shock him, but this did.

Siriah seemed only now to remember his father's presence "erm...oops?" he offered hopefully.

Orion didn't know whether to be shocked or angry, he decided to find out more information first so he asked through gritted teeth "and why did you become an illegal animagus?"

Siriah slumped slightly in her chair and ran a hand through her hair "Remus, one of my best friends, is a werewolf. You should see it Dad, changing is so painful for him, he attacks himself! But you see James and I figured out that werewolves only attack humans, so if we were animals we could keep him company and stop him from hurting himself. And we managed it in two years!" she finished rather proudly.

Orion sighed and then smiled at his son proudly "what is your animagus form?"

Siriah perked up at once, "I'll show you!" and without further ado changed into a grim.

Orion swore loudly and stared at his daughter. That was it. He just couldn't take anymore. He summoned a bottle of fire whiskey to him and ignoring all proper pureblood mantras about correct behaviour took a long swig from the bottle.

Siriah changed back and stared at his father in shock "Dad?"

"You're a magical animagus Siriah."

Siriah looked confused, "I'm not, I just look like a grim, I'm not actually one"

"You are" interjected Peters firmly, "you might not have been when you first transformed, but now that you've had a magical boost because of our bond it unlocked the potential that you had and your formed changed, but not enough for to you to really notice. Your friends will next full moon though" he warned.

Now it was Siriah' turn to snatch the bottle of fire whiskey from his father and take a long draft before collapsing back onto the couch.

Peters decided it would be best to distract the Blacks by moving on with his story "anyway Pettigrew escaped and you ended up back on the run, but we remained in contact. I felt safer with you, but our magical reaction was more extreme. That was the end of my third year".

"How much more is there?" Asked Orion quietly

"Two years"

"Bugger" said both Blacks in unison before lunging for the whiskey bottle.