I found out the next day about the attack on Mr. Weasley at the Ministry from Hermione. He had been attacked by a snake while on some sort of job in the Ministry. Apparently he was going to make it though, since he had been rescued and taken to St. Mungo's in time.

By the end of the week we were all back at Grimmauld Place, celebrating Christmas with Harry, Sirius, the Weasleys, Hermione, Lupin, Tonks and I, though Tonks and Lupin were constantly coming and going because of the Order and other stuff. By the time Christmas rolled around though, Mr. Wealsey was back, in a wheel chair and bandaged up, but back none the less.

The whole time I was there, I didn't get to spend much time with my dad, (it was still weird to call him that) because he spent most of his time with Harry. This made my emotions swirl so much, I didn't even try to control my hair color, but just let it go on it's own for a while. I mean, yes I liked Harry, but now I also hated Harry because he was hogging by dad! But I knew it was unfair for me to be mad at him since Sirius really was only the family like person he had left, except maybe Lupin. But it still made me angry.

On Christmas Eve, I came down stairs as Mr. Weasley was rolled out and into the kitchen, causing the Weasleys and Hermione to clap happily at his return… to the table. Then they all began to give out presents, which took a while.

"Here, Rebecca," Mrs. Weasley smiled happily as she handed me a package before bustling off again before I could say thank you. I opened it to find a big long multicolored scarf with mittens on the ends.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley suddenly exclaimed, making me jump. I turned to see Harry walking in, and Sirius standing in the doorway behind him, smiling at me. Mrs. Weasley quickly moved passed me and handed him a package while kissing him on the cheek. "Happy to have both of you with us,"

"A Christmas toast," Mr. Weasley said, from the head of the table. I looked up as the whole table lifted their glasses to, looking down the table at Harry. "To Mr. Harry Potter, without whom I would not be here,"

"Harry!" The others toasted, before sitting and beginning to eat.

It was only on the last day of winter break that I finally got a substantial amount of time with Sirius. I had been walking down the stairs with the my three best friends, when I noticed a room off to the side. I silently broke off from them and went it, to find the walls covered in pictures and names that were scattered along pictures of tree branches. It was quite a peculiar room, since the walls seemed to be a bit like a family tree.

"Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass," I jumped and looked down to find Kreacher standing there glaring up at me. "The bastard child of master Sirius and his lover. Friend of mudbloods and blood-traitors alike. If my poor Mistress only knew-"

"Kreacher!" I jumped again, and looked out and into the hallway to see Sirius coming towards the door. "That's enough of your bile. Away with you!"

Kreacher smirked menacingly before starting to leave the room. "Of course, Master," he said with a bow, sounding almost mocking. "Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black," He then disappeared down the hallway.

"Sorry about that, Becca," Sirius said, entering the room. "He never was very pleasant. Even when I was a boy,"

"You grew up here?" I asked.

"This is my parents' house," Sirius explained, looking around the room. "I offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order. About the only useful thing I've been able to do," he sighed.

"That can't be true," I said sadly.

Sirius just chuckled at me. "Infinitely kind, just like you mother,"

He still didn't take back his comment.

"This is the Black family tree," Sirius then continued, gesturing to the wall in front of me. "I hated the lot of them. My parents, with their pure-blood mania… I would have like to have fallen in love with a muggle, if I hadn't fallen in love with your mother," Sirius smiled, looking back at me before he looked about the wall again. Sirius sighed again as he pointed to his name. It looked like it the picture above it, like a few others around the room, had been burned off the tapestry. "My mother did that after I ran away. Charming woman. I was sixteen,"

"Where did you go?" I asked.

"Harry's dad's," Sirius said, a small pained look on his face.

After a long moment, I decided to speak up. "Can I ask you a question, Sirius?" I asked.

Sirius smiled. "Only if you try calling me Dad. It's weird that my daughter if calling me by my name. We might as well get used to it sooner or later," Sirius shrugged. "After all, you'll be living with me until your thirty,"

"Who says?" I asked with a smile.

"Your dad says," Sirius told me, being mock serious.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever you say, Dad," It did sound weird, but I knew he was right, and that I'd need to get used to it at some point. "I want to ask you a question… about mum,"

I could tell he wanted to duck and run, but he didn't, instead that pained look went across his face and he nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Go ahead,"

"I was wondering… do you still love her?" I asked.

I had always wondered. I knew my mum still did, she always had no matter how long it had been. But him? Had it been so long that he merely remembered the love, but no longer felt it.

Sirius looked up at me, with a mixture of surprise and pain on his face. "Of course I do. I loved her the second she called me to bugger off, and I will love her till the moment I can't anymore," Sirius told me, looking completely serious.

"She was right," I smiled. "You are very poetic,"

"She said that?" Sirius smiled.

I nodded. "She also said you were a ladies man, and had major raging hormones,"

Sirius rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Ambrosia would say that wouldn't she?"

There was a knock at the door and I turned to see Hermione standing in the doorway. "Rebecca, time to go,"

I nodded slowly and Sirius wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he led me over to the door. "When all this is over, we'll be a proper family," Sirius assured me with a smile as I looked up at him. "You'll see,"

"And then I'll have an annoying brother," I exclaimed in mock horror as I pressed my forehead into Sirius' shoulder.

"At least your not related," Sirius smiled before he became thoughtful. "I'll have to put you two on opposite sides of the house,"

"Ew! Dad!" I exclaimed.

"Hey! She called me Dad!" Sirius exclaimed happily to Hermione who just rolled her eyes at the two of us.

"Congratulations," I smiled, rolling my eyes at him.

"Come here," Sirius said, rolling his eyes as he opened his arms to me, encompassing me in a big hug. "We will be a family though, Rebecca. I promise, when this is all over, it will be the two of us Blacks and a side of Potter," Sirius murmured into the top of my head.

"Promise?" I asked.

"Promise,"