A/N: SO its been a long time. Regardless I am still here. I do intend to write another chapter as soon as possible to make up for the length of this one and the simple fact that I've been gone for so long. Regardless thank you for sticking around, and please, please, give my other story some love, I am in the midst of writing a chapter for that one as well. Anyways, R&R! ENJOY HARRY POTTER:WA!

Chapter 11. A Day in the life.

Monotony.

Ambiguous monotony.

In one way or another, Sirius had been stuck doing the same thing over and over, though was never clear where it would get him. The same day would repeat itself as if he were in an endless loop. Forever stuck in the tiring cyclical cycle of never ending equability and ennui. Wake up, ablutions, breakfast, visit buckbeak, pester the picture of his mother, listen to Molly fuss over something etc. His life was ruled by fates time turner it seemed. It was too much of the same and quite frankly he had found himself going stir crazy. The effect of being stuck in the same location for an extended period of time leading him to do rather odd things.

Today was one such day.

Sirius fancied himself a veritable genius. He was amongst the top five in his class, so he actually had the proof to back up the claim. Two days had passed since he had asserted his might and politely asked the Weasley matriarch to leave as well as approving a decision to allow Harry to stay with his betrothed for an extended period of time. Molly could have made things simple by just leaving but unfortunately found it necessary to make a last stand which was cut off before it began by the usually quiet Arthur. The unfortunate effect of Molly leaving was that she decided that her children had no place here as well. They naturally protested, claiming to want to be there when Harry or Hermione got back, but Molly in all her infinite wisdom said Harry could come there if he wanted to see them. Yet again creating another rift. Sirius knew if given a choice between spending time with him or the Weasley's, there really was no decision for Harry to make. Sirius would take precedence, the Weasley's would find themselves wanting, Molly's pride would be diminished, and she would become invariably angry. Sirius was waiting for that moment. He felt bad for the kids, but knew that it was a necessary decision. The angst and unnecessary drama would do nothing to help the emotionally stunted child who had a thing for vampiric brooding.

Thus with an empty house, except for the times the members of the Order found it necessary to drop in, he found himself at the top of the second floor staircase envisioning a new source of enjoyment and fun. With his wand in hand he projected his thoughts and intent through his magic and slowly began to wave his wand through the air, looping it in different motions saying nothing, simply letting his power take hold and mold the area before him. It took him around ten minutes before he was satisfied with his work. With a massive smile and a gleam in his eye he took two steps back and dove forward, face first.

Sirius Black was an unfortunate case; unfortunately obdurate and less than contrite.

As he hit the ground, he was propelled forward by his own momentum. He had succeeded in creating a structure that was somewhat frictionless. It wasn't exactly metal, it was not wood, and certainly not stone, but none the less the substance was perfect for creating a 30 foot slide that wound its way down the stairs and deposited him on the floor at the bottom of the staircase. He met the ground in a heap of body parts and cloak, laughing beside himself as he stretched out and found comfort in his position, his unhidden mirth echoing off the walls. Kreacher, his house elf popped in only to glare at his master before allowing an inaudible stream of curses and foulness to escape his lips before Sirius flicked his wand, shutting the elf up and ordering him to vanish. Of course Kreacher, pissed off that Sirius had defiled his mistresses house had no choice but to obey and vanished almost inaudibly, leaving the younger Lord laying on the ground.

Sirius had taken to pissing the house elf off in any way possible. The day before he had sprung traps designed for Kreacher's displeasure. If he didn't trip them himself, then Sirius would stand a few feet away and call the house elf to him and slowly maneuver the elf to the trap.

"You've been busy."

A familiar, though morose voice echoed through the hallway. Sirius's grey eyes snapped open as he unceremoniously stood up and quickly dusted himself off before eyeing the figure that had entered his home.

"Remus." He greeted without the slightest bit of joy.

Truth-be-told a gap had formed between the pair since that night 14 years ago. Due to Remus belief that Sirius had perpetrated the betrayal and his simple rebuke of his friend's innocence. Obviously he had been shown the truth, but how do you go up to someone and say 'Hey, sorry for thinking you were a traitor for 12 years and wanting to kill you in the worst way possible.' You simply didn't.

"How have you been Padfoot." The beleaguered werewolf asked.

"Fine, Remus." Sirius replied, still wearily eyeing his friend before he motioned for them to go to the kitchen. The pair took seats opposite each other.

"So what are you here for, Lupin?"

Remus inadvertently flinched at the lack of familiarity and jovial kindness in his friends tone. The simple fact that he had called him by his surname said quite a bit. He had established himself in a seat of superiority by not only speaking to him in such a manner but noticeably taking the head point at the table. His position was poised, back straight and face somewhat solemn, though in no way friendly, as if he were here for business and that was it. But could Remus blame him? Truth-be-told he had been quite a terrible friend. He took pleasure in being able to help Harry, but it was that once. After Sirius had spoken to them 2 nights ago, Remus had left questioning himself. Unfortunately he had come to a sad realization.

"I just wanted to talk to my friend Padfoot."

"Is that so, Lupin? Well then talk, I'm pretty sure you don't have all day what with the full moon tomorrow."

Remus clasped his hands on the table and looked down. He shook his head a bit before taking a deep breath and looking back up at his friend. He eyed the grey eyed individual that had somehow retained much of his youthful form before speaking.

"I'm sorry Sirius; I should have taken your side instead of the Weasley's and Albus's that night."

Sirius couldn't help but to smirk.

"I see."

"Yeah, so…" Remus uncharacteristically stammered silently

"That's not the first time, is it Remus?" Sirius asked.

The werewolf looked up at him and then back down and silently nodded.

After a moments silence Sirius took a breath. "Well, if that's all you wanted to say, then -"

"No that's not all." Remus interrupted. "I don't know why I never visited Harry. I really don't. You're right, I should have. Maybe I just thought he wouldn't be safe around me, maybe it's because I was jealous that you were his godfather and I thought you had betrayed James and Lily and killed Peter. I don't know Padfoot. I think a part of me didn't want to see him because somehow I blamed him for James and Lily dying…I know it's wrong but, you lot were the closest and only true friends I've ever had." Remus blurted out.

"Blame him? For what? Being born? As if he had choice in the matter." Sirius spoke through gritted teeth, feeling himself tense as his once close friend spoke of his young charge.

"I know Sirius, it was wrong of me to even think like that. But can you blame me? Really?"

"Yeah, I actually can. You were an adult caught up in your own self-pity. You had a duty; protect him like he was your own because he was. Not wallow in sadness and despair. You lost a friend yes, a friend that you were able to create memories with and relive them through dreams and idle thoughts, shit you could have even used a pensieve if you could get your hands on one. But Harry lost his world; he lost literally everything except a few heirlooms that he clings so desperately to. Did you know what the Dursley's did to him? The pain he suffered at the hands of that lummox that fancies himself a man. The types of abuse he was subjected to? And you wonder why the only thing that scares him is a Dementor, because he has literally been forced to learn not to fear because he had no one to run to when he was afraid."

"Sirius…"

"All you had to do was show up from time to time. You said you might have been jealous? Well there was your chance; you could have taken on the roll. It's not as if you are a seer and knew I would escape Azkaban one day. For all you knew, I was stuck there for the rest of my life."

"I realize that now Padfoot." Lupin said.

"Well too little too late right?"

"Yeah, that's true." Remus replied.

"Let's be frank Lupin. Our friendship isn't what it was, and if it were to get to that point again, it will take quite a bit of time. You lost faith in me because someone told you something. You questioned my ability to see to Harry, you questioned my decisions regarding Harry. Don't think I didn't see the way you looked at me when you found out about the betrothals. "

"Sirius, I was just surprised, that's all."

"It's of no consequence now, but in all honesty Remus, I don't trust you. Your decisions are too easily swayed. You follow Dumbledore without the least regard to his own decisions regarding Harry. If you had taken a few seconds to think, wouldn't you be curious as to why Harry had to suffer with those detestable muggles all his life knowing how they felt about him?"

"I never…"

"Exactly, you never thought about it. You followed Dumbledore's instruction without question. That is not like you, you were never some simple yes man before. In fact, I have a suspicion that you told Dumbledore about the contract before Harry and I did." Remus made to interrupt Sirius, but Sirius simply put his hand up, stopping all forthcoming words before they could be formed. "It's another thing that doesn't matter anymore."

Remus simply nodded. He felt odd, sad if nothing else. "So where do we go from here?"

"I don't know Lupin…" Was Sirius earnest reply.

Not once through their conversation had Sirius referred to him by their affectionate nicknames. Things had changed, and it worried Remus.


"He's asleep."

"Quite, though it's not good to sleep so thoroughly. You would think he would at least have his house elf guarding the floo."

"Oh, the floo is only connected to people he trusts."

"Ahh I see."

"Besides, he and his house elf aren't on the best of terms, so to speak."

Two sets of voices cut the quiet of the room. It was well past midday, and thankfully the Order was not meeting this evening. The simple fact that they had used his home as a base of operation was invariably wearing on the marauder. Though the emotionally taxing day had taken its toll on him and he now found himself fast asleep, one hand between his legs, the other under his head as he curled up on the couch in front of the main fire place of Grimmauld Place.

A stinging hex was all it took.

Sirius yelped and jumped up, startled to life all the while fumbling for his wand that clattered to the ground and rolled into a high heel clad, well pedicured foot all the while rubbing the spot on the center of his thigh that had received the hex. He eyed the lower calf momentarily as his groggy vision cleared up and he brought his eyes up the length of the leg, to the gorgeous form until he was staring into an unknown bust with a lascivious smile…

"Ahem" she cleared her throat, drawing his attention to her less than pleased facial expression.

"Oh, Amelia." Sirius breathed.

"If you are quite done being the letch we know you to be, we have business to attend to."

"Umm…" He stammered. "Okay." He said, pushing himself into a sitting position, all the while still rubbing the sore spot of his upper leg, he yawned, rubbed his eyes, and then placed a rather unsettling, questioning grin on his face, all the while eyeing his godson, making Harry squirm a bit under the gaze. He noted with interest that when the pair sat down, Amelia took an immediate place on his left side barely leaving any space between them as she shifted her position. It had been four days since Harry had left Grimmauld to meet the women that would encompass his future, and to Sirius it seemed as though things were going rather well. She was poised respectfully, covered by a black cloak, sitting straight backed as if waiting for Sirius to speak.

"For an escaped convict you seem to be rather lax in your own protection." Amelia said.

"Well, the floo is only open to a few places which include your house. So no Narcissa?"

"Unfortunately not. You have this place under some sort of fidelius, so she isn't aware of the location. She opted to stay at the manor and wait for us to return." Amelia replied.

"Oh? Shes at the Bones Manor?" Sirius asked.

"Yes." Amelia responded.

"Oh, you two must be getting on rather well then." Said Sirius.

"Obviously due to circumstance, but she is much better company than I had expected, most likely because this is a much more favorable situation than her previous one. In any case, Sirius, shall we get right to it. I truly don't like this place, it looks as sad as you act" Amelia said, wrinkling her nose in mild disgust, looking around the main parlor of Grimmauld place.

Harry laughed softly, though he didn't entirely agree with her sentiment, he didn't like Grimmauld all that much either. Though the laugh didn't go unnoticed by the elder wizard, it was something very uncommon for the introverted youth. It was heartwarming in a strange way, so much so that Sirius just watched him. To be honest, it was the first time he had heard Harry laugh, and the sound was somewhat comforting. Comforting because despite the hardships he had endured the boy could still enjoy such trifle things. He had seen him smile, but never truly laugh. Amelia watched him with veiled interest, a small smile gracing her attractive face. In the time she and Narcissa had spent with him, Harry had barely uttered so much as a chuckle or chortle, but the laugh was something else. Coincidentally, unknown to each other they had all decided that they wanted to hear him laugh in one way or another, break his terrible habit of brooding. This realization though was a tad bit disheartening as he had never really indulged their fancy when it came to his life before Hogwarts. Something's though, reactions to say the least were leading the pair of women to a disgusting conclusion, a conclusion they hoped was completely wrong, but if not would be reacted upon swiftly and decisively.

Shaking off his thoughts Sirius's attention returned to the witch before him. "So what business do we have now?" He asked interestedly.

Amelia, Narcissa, and Harry had spoken previously about how to approach Sirius with the ideas they had.

(Two days prior)

Harry had just woken from his nap and sleepily made his way down the expanse of steps this manor liked to call a staircase. It was more like the grand staircase in Hogwarts. He was obviously over exaggerating, but wasn't that what people his age did? He yawned once more as he reached the base and turned right; making his way back to the room Amelia and Narcissa had been in.

As he entered, the pair of women each paused and turned, looked at him with a warm smile before greeting him. He smiled back and went to the spot he had held before he had taken his leave a few hours earlier.

"How do you feel Harry?" Narcissa asked.

"Much better. Did I sleep long?"

"Just a bit over 2 hours." Narcissa replied again.

"It's almost time for dinner, if you're hungry." Amelia added.

"Maybe in a bit." Harry said, now looking at the women expectantly.

"So I assume you would like to know what we have been talking about, in regards to the three of us?" Amelia asked.

Harry simply nodded.

"Ok, well…" Narcissa began as the pair of women delved into what they had spoken of, and the decision they had made, hoping that Harry would be fine with them. It took about an hour before they were finished regaling him before they could gauge his response.

"So what do you think?" Narcissa asked.

Harry for his part was honestly surprised. He was so thoroughly used to decisions being made for him, that he half expected them to simply tell him what was to be done, rather than sincerely expecting his input. It was for that reason that he internally prickled with genuine interest and curiosity. He couldn't help but to conciliate the women's ideas, in part because what they had suggested would do only one thing, benefit him, and greatly improve his abilities. He had to admit that when it came to the world of wizards he was terribly lacking in knowledge. But with their ideas he could possibly return to Hogwarts on a different plateau, and not just in magical ability. They both commented that they believed his magical potential was on a level of its own, but he would have to be tested to find out the extent of his power. Harry liked the idea of training, but the foreboding idea of learning the wizarding world cause him to frown. He had no idea what it meant to be a highborn but they assured him that everything would be learned in due time. It wasn't a process that would take a few weeks or months, but quite possibly a few years, if not quite simply a life time, but as they were both well versed in their society, Narcissa especially so, they assured him once more that he would learn at a pace that matched his skill and ability.

It was this that truly endeared them to Harry. Yes they had made decisions, but he realized that they really hadn't made any decisions; they had formulated ideas that would not become decisions until Harry approved of them or denied them.

He nodded as each continued to speak on their separate roles, explaining to him that he would soon have free use of his magic, breaking down what was to happen regarding his guardianship, and a very brief explanation of receiving his titles.

"Wait, WHAT? I'm a Duke?" Harry blurted.

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Harry, you were in the room when the goblin said so at Gringotts a day ago."

Harry smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I believe my mind had gone for a walk."

"Right." Amelia responded curtly, a bit put off.

"Does this have anything to do with what you asked me? The thing about Lordships?" Harry asked.

"Uh, yes, in a way." She responded.

Narcissa meanwhile watched the interaction while sipping at a glass of chardonnay.

"We don't need to worry about that now. We should focus more on the matter of the daily prophet and announcing our engagement to the wizarding world's most eligible bachelor." Narcissa said with the faint hint of a smile as Harry blushed at her comment.

She enjoyed doing that, and to her great pleasure, she earnestly believed Harry subconsciously enjoyed her doing it.

It was then the conversation drifted towards the announcement and Sirius. How to handle both simultaneously and when to release the information. They had decided that Sirius would most likely be more prone to listen to Harry than either of them, which he agreed was most likely true, so they filled him in on what to say and how to deliver it. The recap ended with the decision, that for the sake of their relationships, it would most likely make sense if the three stayed together. Perhaps rotating between homes until one location had been chosen.

The last two days Amelia had spent setting things up at the ministry, while Narcissa had written up exactly what she wanted done by the Daily Prophet, Harry for his part, having free use of his magic had taken to using his wand for just about everything he could.

"I wish I could do this earlier, would have saved me some trouble." He commented in passing one evening after using his wand to levitate a few objects.

"Why is that?" Narcissa asked.

"I got in trouble with the ministry a bit ago for using underage magic." He replied.

"Really?" Narcissa queried.

And thus Harry regaled her of the story of his use of a patronus ending with his imminent hearing. "I have never heard of that happening." Narcissa finally commented. "I'll have to speak to Amelia about it." She said, not sounding too worried about the matter, but was impressed none the less. A fully corporeal patronus. It was just another reason to make her believe that he was much more powerful than he seemed.

(Currently)

Amelia looked to Sirius and back to Harry. Now it was the younger wizards turn to speak. "Sirius, the three of us were thinking of a few things that could help all of us."

"Like?" Sirius asked, perking a brow.

"Well, I guess the first thing we should know is; how would you like to be a free man?" Harry asked with a small smile.

Sirius smiled back and eyed him for a moment. "I would love it, but no offense to you Amelia, the minister would not approve of that, especially in light of recent accusations made by a certain young wizard with messy black hair."

Harry smirked back, idly running a hand through his hair. "They aren't accusations, they are the truth."

"I believe you Harry, you know I do." Sirius began raising his hands in submission. "But our esteemed minister has been having a go at you for quite some time now. He believes by debasing you he is gaining some sort of popularity. I doubt he would allow the wizarding populace to know that a man had been falsely imprisoned. It would be a blow to his waning credibility."

"That's why we approach the situation without including the minister." Amelia spoke up.

Sirius smirked. "And how do you suppose we do that?"

"Simple, I'll flex my power as the head of the DMLE." Amelia replied as if it was the most obvious conclusion.

"Ahh yes, head of the DMLE. If I remember correctly though, you are still controlled by the ministry which is unfortunately controlled by said minister?" Sirius replied, rather dead pan.

"No need to get snide Sirius, what I mean is I can work out a truce through certain channels that we could use to find a way to meet you in a neutral location. It would be beneficial to you and us. The location would of course be implicated as being of your choice. Naturally I will be choosing it…"

"Naturally" Sirius interjected, rolling his eyes.

Amelia pursed her lips before continuing. "As I was saying, I will choose it, but I will also have a contingent of Auror's that I trust completely. I will be taking two heads of office, Kingsley and Scrimgeour with me to make it a ministry matter. They don't care for Fudge so they will remain silent. They will be accompanied by a group of their own choosing, though they do understand the need for secrecy and will act accordingly. They are both men of the law and feel that if you are truly innocent then you deserve the chance, but Scrimgeour has elucidated that if you are lying, he won't hesitate to incapacitate you." She said watching Sirius.

The aforementioned man sat still taking it all in slowly. "You've thought about this, haven't you?" He questioned.

"Yes." She replied.

"Why?" he asked.

It was obvious to anyone why she did as her eyes darted to Harry and back. "Because everyone deserves a fair chance at honest justice. The duplicitous regime under fudge can't hide everything with words and money. In order to effect change we have to starts somewhere, so if we expose something like this, something that he knew about, then the wheels will be set in motion. He may figure out a way to twist it, but at least we can help draw his attention from Harry. Besides, it helps that Scrimgeour remembered you, though it would be hard to forget Sirius Black, he remembered that you were a rather fine Auror." She finished with a small smile.

"Damn right I was." Sirius mumbled before clearing his throat. "You think this is the way to do it Harry?"

Harry nodded amicably. "I do. I don't see any other way. If you went to the ministry itself, you would be caught and kissed on site. This way it's all kept from the public until your innocence is proved without a shadow of a doubt. "

"Hmm." Sirius replied, though he couldn't miss the pleading in Harry's eyes. It was strange really. Sirius had gotten somewhat used to this, hidden holed up. Freedom had become something of a dream. But this opportunity, it didn't seem to be just for him, it wasn't, it was for the boy that he considered his own. The pleading in Harry's eyes was enough to make him agree. He would have even if he weren't sure, but the desire to be able to walk around with his godfather, enjoy moments like a father and son would were there in Harry's forlorn and beseeching opals.

With a shrug only Sirius Black was capable of, he agreed. "Lets do it." He said with a smile. "So when and where?" he finally asked.

Harry relaxed visibly, leaning into the couch. For some reason he had been nervous. Scared even that Sirius would not agree that he would find it too risky or something along the lines. He could feel a tightly wound knot in his stomach releasing as he took a small breath and smiled inwardly. He hadn't felt this relieved in a while.

"The where is simple; Bones Manor, the Ossuary. The when is truly contingent on Narcissa and her machinations. She has a plan of sorts that could work in our favor. " Amelia said.

"Oh? What's she up to?" Sirius asked.

"Better for her to tell you than me or Harry, but suffice to say it will be enacted concurrently with your issue as well as certain announcements." Amelia answered.

"And these announcements, do they have anything to do with the three of you?" Sirius pressed.

"Yes they do." She replied with the fain hint of a smile.

"Alright. Well it seems you guys have everything under control. Considering my situation I suppose there isn't much I can do, is there?" Sirius asked.

"Not really." Harry replied before Amelia could. It was his opinion that Sirius was a touch brash, and as such opted to keep his godfather out of the main plans until he could act independently of the order without worry of being incarcerated. Sirius nodded slowly to Harry before returning his gaze to the witch at his side. She nodded too.

"Right, well since it seems were all done being serious." He smiled at the halfhearted pun and paused but only received an eye roll and a smirk from Amelia and an exasperated sigh from Harry. "Come on…that one wasn't even planned. Anyways, back to what I was saying, what have you lot been doing, eh? Seem a touch cozy, cuddled up all warm, Oi Harry has Amelia shown you her baps?" He smiled, excessively cheeky.

Young Harry's eyes widened rather disproportionately while Amelia's cheeks visibly reddened. They all together skipped pink and went to a nice shade of catsup. Sirius's smile faltered as his brows came together before one raised questioningly, it culminated in an O face of realization.

"She did." He whispered like a five year old trying to keep a secret. "You did." He said in the same hushed tone. His eyes widening in surprise before he broke into a massive and very toothy smile. "Why Amelia, how randy of you!"

"Shut your mouth, Sirius Black!" She protested. "It was an accident." She continued.

"Bollocks to that! You wanted to get your end away with my godson. Right on Amelia, leg over with the chap!" He said, now slowly starting to rock back and forth, trying his hardest to control the laughter that threatened to escape his lips. He watched as the pair turned every shade of red he could think of.

(The day before)

One thing Harry knew for certain was that living with two women was going to take a massive adjustment. They had decided that they should stay together and the three were in midst of adjusting to the company. It was early morning, around 6:45 am and Harry had woken prematurely. He had been having fits in his sleep and couldn't muster the desire to try anymore, so he found himself walking through the massive hallways of the Bones manor.

"This is going to be mine." He mused.

It was a novel sentiment since he had already come to terms with the idea of being married, although he would much rather have waited, the benefits far outweighed everything else. But coming to terms with the idea was much simpler than realizing that in the span of a few short weeks he had through birth right and marriage, amassed a wealth he could have only dreamed of, although if one were to admit, Harry was never the vapid sort, he didn't dream of wealth, he was satisfied with his lot, though just as everything else, the benefits far outweighed everything else, though the things that came with the wealth, the power, the prestige, he was going to need quite a bit of time to grow accustomed to that, especially this 'highborn, duke rubbish'.

That he didn't want to deal with, but knew it was inevitable.

None the less, casting sleep aside he idly meandered through the hallway making his way down the stairs, bleary eyed, and yawning, paying no attention to where he was going until his body collided with an unknown entity, a soft 'oomph' escaping his lips as he opened his eyes just wide enough to watch Amelia stumble back. Amelia for her part had also been completely oblivious to the young man that was coming from the opposite direction. Her eyes hindered by sleepiness as well until she felt herself collide with the young man before everything went arse over tit. She stumbled back and completely missed the step. In a frantic attempt to stabilize herself, her hand stretched out but missed the stair rail, all the while, Harry acting instinctively, reached out for her, only to stumble forward but catch her night gown. Her backward momentum was too much as an audible rip emitted before the momentum pulled Harry forward. The pair fell down the remaining four steps ending at the bottom in a tangle of body parts.

Harry groaned lightly, though could not miss the fact that darkness had taken him rather suddenly, but his nostrils were filled with a rather pleasant fragrance. It screamed woman. Realizing he maintained his faculties he pushed himself upward, opening his eyes to catch Amelia rubbing the back of her head. He smiled at her weakly, before the light from the coming morning drew his attention to a marvel of God's wonder he had never seen in person before. His cheeks told the world of his youthful naivety, though spoke little of the interest that gleamed from his brilliant jade eyes. Amelia was completely oblivious as she smiled back at Harry.

"Sorry, I did-" She paused as she came to a sudden realization. 'It's rather drafty.' She thought before catching Harry's wandering gaze and following his line of sight downward. Her eyes widened in surprise, horror, shyness and even a bit of interest and satisfaction. It clicked. That tearing sound she had heard was her gown. A quick glance to Harry's right hand proved it as he still clutched the tattered cloth. Below her, her cleavage was no longer just cleavage, but her flesh was exposed in full and if she was right, Harry had just caught a first look at what his future wife hid beneath her clothes.

No words escaped between the pair as Harry learned from first hand experience that Amelia was capable of blushing from head to toe, at least head to navel.

Embarrassment was not the word to describe what had happened that morning. But it was safe to say that it had been the cause of a few rather awkward situation every time the pair came in to the room. Narcissa being rather astute deduced the general gist of what had happened in minutes and couldn't help but to laugh at the situation.

"I don't understand why you're shy Amelia, He was going to see your bits one way or another." She said later that same evening while Harry had decided to go for a broom ride.

"I know, but still…" Amelia for her part didn't know what to say.

"At least you know he's attracted to you." Narcissa continued.

"You're right." Amelia replied hesitantly. "Its just…I've never been THAT exposed to a man before."

Narciss'a look of schock was classic. "Really? Never? Hmm."

"You sound surprised. It's not as if I'm a slag."

"Never said you were, just find it hard to believe that by now you've never been with a man to that extent." She replied.

"Well, the job is quite time consuming and all…" Amelia muttered uncharacteristically.

"If you say so." Narcissa responded with a smirk/smile.

(Currently)

Sirius's laughter had finally died down as the pair looked anywhere but each other during the time. Once he had finally reigned in his mirth he wiped his eyes and smiled. "I doubt you will actually tell me what happened. But good one to you old boy." He gave Harry a thumbs up before rolling to the side, a soft hissing emanating where he once was as a waft of smoke flittered into the air where Amelia's curse had damaged the couch.


Life it seemed had taken a turn for the better for Sirius if you asked him.

Once the pair had left, Sirius had found his way into the Grimmuald library. Now seated around a plethora of books he had spent much of the remainder of the day going over information in regards to the family, titles, wizarding law, etc. It wasn't as if Azkaban had robbed him of his knowledge, but it still never hurt to brush up. He was loath to admit, but he was rather studious, a secret only Remus and James knew. So it was only natural that after speaking with Harry and Amelia, he would go ahead and reeducate himself regarding certain aspects of the law. One thing he had known for certain was that the ministry was going to owe him quite a bit of money.

"The mut can read." A silky and obtrusive voice broke through his train of thought, startling him. He turned swiftly in the chair, wand already drawn, slightly poised to the right as his eyes narrowed at the intruder.

"Still as sneaky and slimy as ever, eh Snivellus?" Sirius questioned in a condescending tone.

"Do not call me that Black." Severus retorted through gritted teeth.

"Touch a nerve, did I Snapey wapey?" He continued to goad.

"You really should be taught a lesson, Black. You and Potter, as arrogant as ever. " Snape began, puffing his chest out imperiously as he was interrupted.

"Eh, you call it arrogance, I call it confidence. Tomato, tomaaato. Is that all you came here for? To have a go at Harry and I, because if so, please leave my home, and don't touch anything, you look…sticky. You really ought to bathe regularly."

Severus for his part took on a rather peeved appearance, unclear on how to retort. He had always taken the bating rather easily, and it was obvious he was doing so now if the small smile on Sirius was any indication.

"Why…you and your insolence." Snape began again.

"Just spit it out…" Sirius interrupted again. Snape looked to be as if he was preparing for a tirade, but stopped himself, albeit difficulty.

"The Headmaster has expressed his dislike at Potter being gone for so long. He thinks its time for the whelp to return." Snape relayed, begrudgingly.

Sirius for his part simply smirked before replying. "He couldn't send an owl for that? Well I guess a Snapetasaur will do just fine. In any case, errand boy, tell your master that I am Harry's guardian and as such, what he thinks doesn't really affect my decisions. So Harry will stay where he wants until he expresses a desire to change his locale." Sirius said turning away.

Snape didn't overtly react, though he did respond. "You know, you really should be more agreeable, what with you being an escaped convict. The headmaster is forgiving, but trying his patience isn't something you should do, even he can be pushed too far."

"Oh, you speak from experience then? We all know how forgiving the headmaster is, and how foolish he is at times. Don't think I haven't forgotten about that mark on your forearm." Snape did a sudden intake of air. "Yeah, I do know…regardless, leave Snape. I'm tired of you." Sirius finally finished as the man turned away without a word, departing in what he assumed to be protest.

Sirius black took a seat near a window and leaned back into the chair.

"Just another day in the life of Sirius Black." He muttered before ordering Kreacher to bring him a bottle of port and a glass.

"And what a life it is." He finished, sipping the beverage slowly as the suns final rays filtered in to the room.

In a matter of weeks his freedom would be achieved. That was cause enough to get drunk, but the prospect of ridding himself of this accursed dry spell was enough to plaster a smile on his nefariously lecherous face.

The witches of magical Britain didn't stand a chance.

(A/N There you have it. This chapter is a necessary evil. I have to establish every characters individual part in the overall story, and I want Sirius to be a key player, not just on the sidelines for occasional comic relief. Questions, Comments, please feel free. As usual R&R and nothing mean or derogatory. Anything you want to add, let me know!)