(A/N) I probably haven't been your favuorite person as-of-late, but I intend to change that.

My 12 year old brother is working on a star wars story and is using my account to update it. It's actually not a bad read so far, apparently he has been learning from his own reading of stories on FF (dot) net; much like I have. Granted star wars isn't the best but it is an interesting story if you can think of AU's for it.

Sorry for the long wait, I had a serious bout of depression and fell into a routine. I haven't fully snapped out've my depression and am unsure how long it will continue. It was amusing when my mum voiced her thoughts. I laughed at her when she said that she thought I was depressed, but after reading the symptoms I realized she may be right.

Trying to break it didn't work; it just got worse and worse. I think it's getting better, so I'll try update quicker but no promises.

Onto the next chapter...

Harry groggily opened his eyes and felt his wife lying on top of him again. It was the prefect way to wake up in his opinion. Getting a faceful of soft, bushy hair that smelled divine and feeling her body pressed against his; her light breath on his sensitive chest making him shiver lightly.

"You're perfect." He whispered to her sleeping form, wrapping his arms around her waist; reveling in the moment. He buried his face in her vanilla-scented hair, breathing in deeply. It's delicious smell sent his senses wild.

She stirred. "Are y-you," she yawned. "...sniffing my hair or blowing your nose in it? Your b-breathing is really loud in my ear." She yawned again. He placed a hand on her hair and stroked it, lulling her back to sleep.

"Go back to sleep it's early, sleep, beautiful." She pressed herself closer to him, in what he supposed was an answer. Her hands traveled into his soft, messy jet-black hair and fell limp in his hair.

He sighed feeling that his life was prefect at the moment. He had a beautiful wife, he had great friends, he had a sister; Daphne and he had his godfather. His eyes began to droop again as he held Hermione close.

He had come to the conclusion that her kissing him was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

An hour later Hermione awoke on top of Harry again. In truth it wasn't very comfortable. With remnants of the Dursley's treatment of him still noticeable, resting on him was still a win-lose situation. She loved him and he was comfy if she could get into the right spot, but if she couldn't maneuver into that spot... well he wouldn't be comfy.

Hermione gently hands ran through his messy, raven hair. He looks so peaceful, she thought. She cooed softly to him. "Uh.. lo-love yeh, Mione." He sleep-spoke.

Hermione froze. He loved her? He truly did? He's would be talked to about that when he woke.

Severus had a situation. He could do a few things. Losing his position as a spy at Hogwarts, would not look great in the Dark Lord's eyes, so he would be subjected to the cruciatus curse a few times; which would be bearable- just.

He could plead Dumbledore to do something about Potter's insolence and get the brat expelled from Hogwarts, which was out of the question if Lucius's visit was anything to judge by. But that would get him back in the Dark Lord's books, which would save him hours of torture.

Or he could go solo and do his death-eater business once again.

That meant finding worthy targets. Sirius Black, a useless person if ever there was one, was Potter's godfather; if Severus could kill the man it would hurt Potter and may do damage to Potter's mental stability. He could go after Potter's girlfriend's parents, he sneered. Pathetic, waste-of-space muggles, he thought. They deserve to be purged from the world.

However he couldn't say the same for Black. No matter how much he hated and loathed the man, Severus couldn't deny that Black was good with a wand and without one. Black was a dangerous target. So he would go for the easier one of Granger's parents.

He sat down heavily, clutching his forehead. What could he do? What were options that wouldn't eventually lead of death or capture? Run away? No, that wouldn't work. Eventually one side will prevail over the other and when it did, it would spread across the world.

Albus Dumbledore paced around his desk. How could he possibly do anything? His magically-binding restraining order prevented him going within a hundred feet of the Boy-Who-Lived without his magical guardian, Sirius Black, being there.

It frustrated Dumbledore to know that his pawn, his boy-who-lived, was getting out from under his thumb. It irritated the aged headmaster to know that the prat Sirius Black was a free man, which canceled Dumbledore's position as Harry's magical guardian.

Which reminded him. Where did his pawn go over the holidays? He was supposed to be at the Dursley's so he could be pliable to his, Dumbledore's, teachings. Instead the Potter child had left and gone Merlin knows where.

He could only assume Black or Bones had taken him in. Of course there was a chance that Harry had found the Potter fortune, but that option was covered since he had made a deal with the goblins. He'd have to check that later.

Since he had no hold over Black there was no chance of him manipulating Harry... maybe one of his friends, if he could get near them; they stayed close to Potter.

Sirius woke up, at Potter Manor, as padfoot. He remembered the previous night when Anne had come to him, pleading nightmares. The shaggy, black dog shook itself and became Sirius again. The man, who was recovering nicely from Azkaban thanks to the house-elves' potions and his black hair that flopped elegantly into his gray eyes was returning.

He decided not to wake Anne up, since she looked peaceful, and went to search Prongsies old room. He wasn't sure what he hoped to find or see, perhaps he just wanted to remember the good times.

Him, Prongs, Moony and Wormtail; when he was their friend. Playing jokes, having a laugh with Prongs' parents egging them to go for bigger and better pranks.

James's parents weren't, fortunately, for or against pranking. In their view it was a tribute to their magical skill, no matter how it was employed.

It had eventually gone to far when they had managed to get one of their Marauder communication mirrors into James's parents' room, where they heard some very disturbing things. The foursome had made a note never to try that again and would spend the rest of the holidays blushing everytime they saw Mr or Mrs. Potter together.

Luckily James's parents never figured out what they were blushing about.

As he made his way to his best friends room, tears began welling up in his eyes; the guilt overwhelming. So many things wouldn't have happened if he hadn't been a fool and switched the secret-keeper, but then how was he supposed to know what it would lead to? No-one could've foreseen it, but Sirius should've noticed it. Pettigrew had been acting strangely for a while; becoming nervous and flustered easily- signs of being anxious. He had been that way since a year out've school. Whenever the other three Marauders wanted to have a day out, Peter had never come with them; always stating he had business.

Sirius stood outside of James's old room; his hand reaching for the doorknob. He gripped the door handle with every ounce of strength he had, he closed his eyes tightly and opened it.

He opened his eyes and looked around. Nothing had changed, no-one would've thought that this room hadn't been slept in for well over a decade. He smiled, remembering the good times he had chatting to his other three friends and planning pranks.

"Sirius?" A light, female voice asked. Said man froze and closed his eyes shut again, recognizing the voice's owner. Lily.

Tears released; the dam broken. A cascade of salty tears dripped down his face. "Lils?" He replied in a broken, cracked voice.

His eyes opened to see Lily, his best mates wife. She was smiling happily at him, like she did when she wanted something. "How are you, Sirius?" Her bright, green eyes bore into his gray ones.

"I'm okay. How has it been for you?" He looked around. "Does James have a portrait?"

Lily raised her hands in a peaceful motion. "Calm down, Sirius; he does have one. I've been lonely here, wondering where everyone was." She gave him a look, which demanded to know why no-one had come.

Sirius's face had a guilty look cross it. "When you and James d-d-left... Hagrid took Harry from your cottage, despite me telling him I was Harry's godfather and demanded that my godson be passed to me. He argued that it was on Dumbledore's orders and became stubborn about it, I gave in and loaned him my motorbike; which he used to take Harry to the Dursley's." He spat the last word.

Lily looked outraged. "Doesn't the old man know that my sister and her husband hate magic with every fiber of their being?" She took a deep, calming breath."What about mine and James's wills?"

"They weren't read until a few weeks ago, when Harry became soul-bonded to his wife." Sirius said mischievously. "Harry's Lady is a lot like yourself. She's smart, beautiful and 'witch of her year'. She also has a fiery temper and love's playing tricks on people."

Lily's eyes were popping out've her head. "Harry, my little baby, has a wife?"

"Hermione Jean Potter." Sirius commented proudly. "Formerly Hermione Jane Granger." Lily's eyes were almost out've their sockets.

"I knew a Granger family... I wonder if it's the same family, maybe its a coincidence; maybe not." She noted.

She turned thoughtful. "Sirius can you do something for me?" Sirius nodded quickly. "Find mine and James's bodies and our rings and bring them back here."

He shook his head sadly. "It's been fifteen years, Lily. Your bodies will be decomposed but I could find your rings." He frowned. "Hold on... no never mind." He left the room to go and pay a visit to Godric's Hollow.

Ginerva Molly Weasley hadn't slept. She had been thinking over the previous day about Harry and Hermione. Together.

She was furious, scratch that; she was enraged.

She had spent her whole life learning about the boy-who-lived, reading all his stories and reading everything she could about him. She had been told by her mother, at a young age, that she was destined to be the wife of the boy-who-lived; she had never considered any other boy.

So when she found a buck-toothed, bushy-haired bookworm as Harry's friend, she had struck up friendship between herself and the other girl to help find out more about the boy-who-lived; her Harry. Granger hadn't been happy when Ginny had kept referring to Harry as the boy-who-lived, much to Ginny's confusion.

When it was explained that Harry didn't like all the fame and would prefer having his parents, Ginny hadn't understood; she had never lost a close family member and despite Harry not knowing his parents, it still hit him hard.

Still the younger girl couldn't understand why he would rather have his family as opposed to his fame. The bushy-haired girl had said to try and imagine never seeing your parent's and being famous because they died for you.

Ginny ignored Granger's words.

Ginny hadn't considered Harry falling for someone else, having it drilled into her head that she would be Harry's wife had done something to her. The buck-toothed girl had seemed slightly shy around Harry, making Ginny feel that the other girl wasn't a threat; which she obviously was.

When Harry and Hermione had revealed themselves in the Great Hall, holding hands, something had cracked inside her. Harry was her's and no-one else's.

She would win him back, no matter what it took.

Griphook and Sharptooth nodded to each other. The human known as Dumbledore would soon lose what was left of his wealth.

A significant ten and a half billion galleons. Most of which was stolen from Lord Potter and Lord Black during their absence as Head of their respective House.

"I suggest we pull a few strings and remove everything from Dumbledore's vault and half it into the Potter and Black Family vaults." Griphook suggested with a maniacal grin.

Sharptooth replied. "That would be splendid, aside from the fact that the esteemed Mr. Dumbledore is magical Britain's 'god', they would do anything he told them."

Griphook frowned, he had forgotten that Britain's magical population were sheep-like. "I forgot that." He admitted. "If we could convince Lord Potter and Lord Black to purchase The Daily Prophet, we could release a few document containing Mr. Dumbledore's thievery."

"I'll see what we can do." Sharptooth replied.

In Potter mansion, everything was quiet. Silence reigned there. Until Dan and Emma entered the house, enjoying the neutral weather; neither hot nor cold. "What do you think so far?"

"Harry has been good to our daughter, and she's been writing about him since she met him." Emma replied. "He seems to genuinely love her."

Dan grumbled. "If he breaks her heart, he won't be walking for a very long time."

"He's magical, dear. They probably have a few-hours-cure for broken bones." Emma reminded her husband, though she agreed with his sentiments- but Harry didn't seem to be that sort of boy.

Dan slumped. "I know."

Emma tired to lighten everything up. "We've seen how she spent the weeks with him, I've never seen her happier. Whatever he is doing or whatever he is like, it seems to be making our baby girl happy so let's just stay out of it and let her be happy."

Dan was sure of his daughter's love for the young man, and was positive that Harry returned the feelings with his heart. Even if he didn't believe it, what could he do? His daughter wanted to be with Harry, and no force on earth could stop her from doing just that.

Narcissa Black sat in her room in the refurbished Black Manor; instead of the dark, depressing, dingy and unwelcoming house that it once was, a light and welcoming house had replaced it. She was finally away from that prick Malfoy, so many years of abuse and suffering- now she away from it all. Free. Free to do what she wanted. Her favourite cousin, Sirius, had made it one-hundred percent clear that he would help and support her as along as she stayed far away from the Dark Lord and his followers.

She snuggled into her bed covers, happily - for the first time in many, many years.

Lucius Malfoy laid down in the rented room in The Leaky Cauldron, wondering how life had changed so quickly and what he could to to get it back on track.

He had lost his wife, Manor, gold and respect among the people. Because of Black and Potter. It was dangerous going after them; Black was an amazing duelist and Potter was Merlin's heir, so he would have some un-natural power. I wonder if the rumors surrounding the Emrys Vault are true, He wondered.

(A/N) Sorry for the month-long wait, as I said I was in a state of depression (no I'm not suicidal- that is laughable) and I think I'm still in it. Don't know when the next update will be- sorry. but it will continue. hopefully quicker.