***Hey Jude belongs to The Beatles and I know they broke up before this, but let's just pretend they had a one time reunion concert***

Two days later Remus had returned to his house because he had a job at a small wizard library. He couldn't miss his shifts because the owner was very reluctant to hire him in the first place.

Logan and Sirius were yet to venture up the flight of stairs and instead stuck to tidying up the bottom floor of the House of Black.

"I don't get why we're doing this," Sirius grumbled as they were in his father's old study cleaning out cobwebs and such.

"Sirius, you may despise the place but, as long as you own it, it might as well be clean," Logan explained with a sigh as she pulled a broken picture frame out of the bottom drawer of a desk.

She flipped the frame over, being careful of the shattered glass and opened it.

She pulled out the faded picture and examined it. "Padfoot, what's this?"

Sirius walked over to her and she handed him the picture. "Ugh, my parents and their Death Eater pals."

He pointed at a woman with her nose stuck snootily in the air as she practically snarled at the camera. "That's 'Mother Dearest'."

"She's lovely looking," said Logan sarcastically. "I'll bet she was a joy to be around."

"Imagine Petunia," Sirius spoke of the woman he had met once or twice. "Only ten times more irritating and bitchy."

"So Tuney on her period?"

"Oh, gross, Kit," Sirius scrunched his nose up in disgust. "I don't want to hear about that!"

"Sorry," said Logan with a fake innocent smile. She turned her gaze to a man in the picture who looked a bit like Sirius. "Is that your father? He kind of looks like you."

"Yes," Sirius looked apprehensively at his father's image. "That's the bastard."

"So, I guess life here was really awful for you?" Logan asked sirius warily. "You never talked much about it really."

"It was pretty unbearable most of my life," Sirius told her as he threw the picture in a waste bin they brought in the room. "Up until I got into Gryffindor it was alright I guess. I mean Reg was always obviously their favorite, and I was just the problem child. I had trouble remembering which fork went with which course, I can't dance to save my life, and I absolutely despised my cousins because they teased me about it. Except Andy, she was always so nice to me. I was devastated when they burnt her off the tapestry; I thought I'd never see her again."

The day before Sirius had shown both Remus and Logan the family tapestry. It proved the rumors of the pure-blood families inbreeding just to remain pure.

Not that the rumor needing proving, Logan thought, it was so obvious already.

"Hey," Sirius said suddenly as Logan was sweeping the dusty floor. "Do you wanna see my old room?"

"Oh my!" Logan dropped her broom over dramatically and put her hands over her heart. "Is the Sirius Black inviting me, a poor commoner, into his bedroom?"

"Oh just hush up and c'mon," Sirius chuckled as he gently grabbed Logan by the wrist and led her out of the study.

He brought her up the creaky stairs and down a long hallway. Logan stared in disgust and a bit of disbelief at the dead house elves that were in glass cases and lining many walls of the house, both upstairs and downstairs.

Finally Sirius stopped her in front of a room that's door was painted red, very bright compared to the other gray doors.

"Defiant, are we?" Joked Logan as she looked at it.

"Oh trust me," Sirius smirked slyly as he put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it. "You haven't seen anything yet."

He pushed the door open and Logan was immediately hit with the colors red and gold.

"Woah," she breathed out as she took in the room that was painted red and gold with matching bedding and Gryffindor banners. "I think that you took 'school spirit' to a whole new level, there Paddycake."

"I had to," smiled Sirius slightly. "I'm a proud Gryffindor and I wanted my horrendous family to know it."

"Proud alright," laughed Logan as she continued taking in his room with her hazel eyes. Something on Sirius' nightstand caught her eye. She walked over and sat on his the edge of his bed.

Hesitantly Logan reached out and picked up the picture frame. Inside was a muggle picture of Sirius, Logan, James, Remus, Peter, and Lily.

It was taken in the summer of 1976 at a concert for The Beatles, Logan and Sirius' favorite band.

"You kept this?"

"Yeah," Sirius smiled. "I still have the signed t-shirt too."

"That was a great day," Logan reminisced with a smile.

"Yeah, it was," agreed Sirius. "the best song they sang was-"

"Hey Jude," finished Logan before getting a twinkle in her eye.

Suddenly she stood up, "hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better."

"Ah!" Sirius pretend yelled. "Stop it, my ears can't take it!"

Logan glared at him and then landed a hit to his shoulder. "Shut up!"

Sirius laughed, "you know you love me!"

"Yeah and you're bloody lucky I do."

Logan turned from him and began looking at the walls. They were plastered with posters, Gryffindor banners, and photos of her, Sirius and their friends.

She walked over to one of them from their first year. Remus and James both had an arm slung around her while Sirius was to the right of James and Peter to the left of Remus.

Moving onto the next picture Logan recognized it to be from their sixth year. It was of her and James holding up the Quidditch House Cup while surrounded by their teammates.

Finally Logan's eyes landed on one of her favorite pictures that she had at her house as well.

It was one of her and Sirius asleep together on the couch in the Gryffindor common room. James had taken it about two weeks after they had gotten together.

"This one is one of my favorites," Sirius said as he stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist and chin rested on her shoulder.

"Me too," Logan smiled fondly at the picture.

"I miss those days," Sirius sighed.

"Then why don't we recreate them?" Logan asked with a playful smirk.

"Logan," Sirius mock gasped, "you dirty girl!"

"Hey!" Logan laughed. "Get your head out of the gutter, Mister. I was proposing that we head back to the island and cuddle on the couch."

"So we're not going to-"

"No!" Logan exclaimed loudly.

"FILTHY MUDBLOOD AND BLOOD-TRAITOR OF A SON IN MY HOUSE! DISGRACING THE PURE NAME OF BLACK!-"

"Look what you've done now, you've gone and woken up Mother."

"Shut up."