A/N: Thanks for the wonderful reviews that have been coming my way; they inspire me to write for you guys! I also want to thank new reader VenusInHerHair for all the lovely reviews. She has a story out I am in love with called Love is a Ruthless Game and you should all go read it!

This chapter has a lot of angst and drama, some Remus/Cissy smut as asked for (rated M! people) and some more surprises! Enjoy!

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"Sirius goddammit this isn't something to make light of! I was raised in an orphanage…" Harry's face started to turn red and Sirius wrung his hands together nervously, "My parents died! It was hell Sirius, absolute and complete hell to not know when I was going to get fed, not knowing…"

"I know this Harry and I am so so sorry about it…"

"Then if you are really my father…why didn't you come and save me? Why did you give me up? Why was I lied to?" Harry turned to him, the man who was so familiar and yet so different from him and nearly spat at him as he cursed him with sarcasm, half laughing, trying to believe it was all one big farce.

"I did not know you were my son until an hour ago Harry, please sit down, I am just as confused as you are, please, son…"

It had just slipped out. Sirius was so fond of Harry, and the more he ruminated on the actuality of being his father, the more he knew he would embrace it and maybe even love it, but the second the endearment left Sirius' lips, Harry was incensed further.

"NO! You are not my father, how dare you?"

"Do not loathe me so Harry, I am on your side. Let's talk this out, man to man, for the sake of everyone involved. Please."

Harry paced a moment more and was still steaming, but sat down-well, threw himself-back down into the chair in Sirius' study and looked up at the man he shared blood with, "Explain."

Sirius sighed and sat down behind the large desk, resting his elbows on the surface and looking at Harry with a mixture of hopefulness and utter exhaustion. It had certainly been the most trying day he had had in a long while, and that was including his run-arounds with Riddle.

"I never in my wildest dreams thought I would ever be having such a conversation…at the time I was your age and I had no idea what I was doing Harry. I once was in love with your mother, Lily Evans, a very long time ago. I courted her and it went on like that for a while, but one night I couldn't help myself…"

"Some things never change do they?" Harry smarted under his breath but Sirius valiantly ignored the biting comment.

"And very soon after she met whom I assumed to be your real father, a one James Potter. I learned Lily was pregnant shortly after and assumed it was his as she made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me. She did not return my letters and moved away. I moved on with my life and never heard from her since. Harry, if I would have known I would have taken you out of that situation…" Sirius said. He didn't know if his younger self would have actually done that, but he knew he would have now, no question. He was his son after all, his heir, his boy. They could have done so much together. The time lost already hurt him.

"This is really true?" Harry asked, more calmly now. His jaw was a little slack, but his breathing had slowed and he seemed to be drinking it all in.

"It is. I don't know James Potter, never did, but I am sure if he hadn't died, he would have raised you. Your mother gave you up to the orphanage because she couldn't support you and wanted you to have a better life."

"I would have been better off with her than with what I went through," Harry crossed his arms. In an entire day he had gone from feeling on top of the world, to like a small helpless child again.

"She's downstairs and you can talk to her when you are ready," Sirius suggested, "Now. I want to be clear with you Harry. If you want me to be a father to you I will with all of my soul. You know I want the best for you and I care about you and your friends, and I am especially overjoyed for you and Ginny. But if you decide you do not want to acknowledge me as such, then we can go back to the way things were, understood? It is your choice," Sirius said diplomatically and Harry seemed to consider it.

"I will think about it Sirius thank you, and I would like to speak to my mother alone," Harry decided, standing up and reaching over the desk to shake his father's hand firmly, "What about Hermione?"

"I don't know, I really don't," Sirius said sadly as Harry gave him one last look and left the study, his steps becoming fainter and fainter as he headed down the stairs and all Sirius could do was hold his head in his hands and wait.

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"I don't really know how to address you Madame…" Harry said, completely unsure as he locked eyes with his mother across the foyer. Although she was a few strides away, he could tell immediately that those eyes were the same as his, and it nearly made him tear up. He was in the sitting room quickly and she stood up, marveling at her son in front of her.

"Harry, oh it's alright," she managed before Lily was overcome with emotion and hugged Harry tightly to her. He was stiff for a moment—a side effect from being angry with her-but soon melted into her hug and embraced her equally. She cried into his shoulder and he offered her his handkerchief. They parted and as she dabbed at her nose, he sat down next to her.

"Why would you ever give me up?" his voice was low and cold. From the green eyes they shared, it was clear he already had affection for his long lost mother, but he was angry.

"It was a mistake. I should have come back to Sirius and told him the truth, but I had mistreated him so badly and I knew his family would never want me…."

"But you gave me up, just like that…"

"Harry I had no money, I had disgraced myself from society by marrying James and I couldn't leave you to find a job in a factory, there was no other way!"

"Don't you think I would have wanted my mother?" Harry asked bitterly, "And now that my life is falling together so perfectly, you show up after all this time and threaten to ruin it?"

"How would I ruin it?" Lily looked taken aback.

"This isn't only about you. This is about people I care about as well, and it will affect them. So why did you choose now? Why did you wait so long? Are you staying?"

"I moved to England to be away from all the memories and to leave you alone to grow to be your own man. But I just had to know…it tore at me every night and day and I finally saved up enough for a trip back here. I just wanted to tell Sirius and we could search for you together, but he already found you and he didn't even know. I can stay if you want me to, but I won't be staying in the house," Lily sighed, clearly upset about that matter.

"I haven't made up my mind, this is all so sudden. It really is a pleasure to meet you," he took his mother's hands in his but couldn't bring himself to call her such, "But I do need time, forgive me."

Harry stood up, trying not to cry and let his emotions show. His mind was reeling and he really wanted to get back to Ginny, talk it over, and let it all settle in…but as he said a polite goodbye to the auburn-haired woman with his same eyes, the door to the manor clicked open and Harry heard Hermione's voice arguing vehemently with Fleur.

"What is he keeping from me Fleur? What?" Hermione's eyes narrowed as Fleur looked panicked, carrying in with a large dress bag from Madame Maxime's. "Harry?"

Her gaze soon fell on her closest friend who was making his way into the foyer, simultaneously trying to hide the woman in the next room and not let her see his slightly damp eyes.

"Good afternoon lovely," Harry said a little too jovially, kissing her lightly on both cheeks before backing away. This made the smart girl even more suspicious and in the interlude, Fleur tried to scamper off.

"Fleur! Stay! Sirius!" Hermione called out and although her lover heard her from his study, he hesitated.

"He's busy, now why don't we go out for dinner?" Harry asked, spur-of-the-moment, but nothing was distracting Hermione. She ignored her friend and finally broke free of the pair of them in the foyer, walking towards the rooms opposite her when she caught sight of the wide-eyed Lily Evans watching everything from the couch.

"The hell he's busy…"Hermione whispered under her breath as she stormed over the woman that everyone had apparently been hiding from her, "Who are you?!" she asked her, looking her up and down and not caring that she could be addressing someone improperly, she was nearly seeing red.

"Hermione…" Harry said from a distance but she did not avert her gaze from the pretty older woman sitting on the couch. Taking her time, Lily finally stood up yet again and looked at Hermione with ahardness in her green eyes.

"Lily Evans, and you must be Hermione…"

"Mademoiselle Granger…" Hermione snapped back, "Why are you here?" she had no idea why everyone was so flustered and why Sirius was nowhere to be found.

"Dear, I came to tell Sirius that he and I have a child, and that child is Harry," Lily said quickly and coldly. Her demeanor had shifted drastically once Hermione had come in and after the announcement, seconds passed and time seemed to stand still for Hermione. Her ears started to ring and the ringing was growing louder by the second and she glanced helplessly to Harry and Fleur and then to the liar in front of her…and then she screamed.

It was a scream that tore through the whole manor. Sirius doubled over in his chair when he heard it upstairs, crying into his open palms. Fleur looked ready to vomit, and Harry's face was twisted in agony. Lily Evans was the last straw for Hermione Granger.

"NOOOOOO! OH GOD NO!" Hermione started to sob, her thin body wracked with the emotion bubbling up and out of her as she collapsed to the ground in front of Lily, who made no effort to help her. Harry rushed over to his best friend, looking incredulously up at the woman who claimed to be his mother as he hugged Hermione.

"Please see yourself out," Harry ordered her coldly and Fleur didn't even open the door for her. She just watched Hermione lose herself into Harry's arms.

"Shhh darling, it's okay, come on love it's okay…"

"Harry…oh God Harry why?…" Hermione cried over and over. She was about to run away with Sirius, to be happy forever, and then she came home to his ex-lover and to find out the man she loved was the father of her best friend.

"Darling please…"

"Where is he? Why won't he show his damned face…why didn't he tell me Harry why didn't you tell me?" she begged and cried and Harry easily lifted her up off the ground and laid her out on the couch, staying by her and holding her hand. She had always been strong as long as he had known her, but he was honestly surprised she hadn't crumbled sooner.

"I didn't know…oh Hermione this may look like it is going to change everything, but it doesn't have to, I promise," Harry said. Inside he believed Sirius had once loved that woman…and he knew one day very soon he would call him his father proudly, but the way she had acted in front of Hermione showed him that she was willing to be no mother to him. Harry knew he was a good man, kind in spirit and caring for his friends…and he had felt a kinship with Lily from their shared beautiful eyes, but something was not right about her. He didn't know how he could come from a woman so unfeeling, and he wondered why this was all happening now.

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"You are so incredibly beautiful I must be dreaming," Remus looked up at the pale, gorgeous column of woman that was Narcissa Malfoy lying out on his couch in the studio before him. Her legs were over his shoulders and he had just licked her to her first real orgasm and he had been enjoying watching her-the sweet look on her face, the way she bit her lip, her fingers putting indents in her thighs as she came-it was all so breathtaking for him.

"What you just did with your tongue should be illegal Remus…" she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.

"Maybe it is," he grinned devilishly, taking her shaking legs down from around his neck and proceeding to crawl up her body and lay gently on top of her, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck and gently kissing her there, his hand snaking back down to gently rub over her wet sex, dipping on long finger inside of her. She squirmed under him and met him in a deep kiss. Remus gently bit her bottom lip and pulled every-so-slightly, eliciting a moan from Narcissa and he ground his cock on the warmth between her thighs, his fingers now plucking lazily at her hard pink nipples. He wanted her badly, and she was overcome with the thought that there was even more to feel than what she had just experienced.

Remus was just about to ask her if she was ready when her silky hand reached out and guided his cock to her entrance, looking up at him with half self-assurance and half trust in him. He kissed her forehead gently and eased into her. Narcissa moaned out almost immediately. He was just so big and he started thrusting very slowly into her before rocking his hips just slightly so that his hip bone grazed her clit before moving in and out of her faster.

She had never before been so deliciously filled, or felt so beautiful and naughty at the same time. The way he brushed the hair out of her face as he took her was sweet, but the way he was kissing her was absolutely sinful. He held onto her breasts, squeezing them in between his fingers slightly roughly as he took her over and over. She arched her back, pressing herself up into him and holding on, crying out his name over and over when her lips weren't being kissed raw by his. He moved so deep within her that she felt that she had died and was in a state of pure bliss she had only before heard whispers about.

"Oh Cissa, oh God…" Remus groaned into her neck, pumping into her faster and faster as she locked her legs around him and came with a force. He shuddered inside of her but held still for a moment, trying to not let his body collapse as he watched her face flush and her mouth cry out for him one last time.

They slept together on the couch for a little while, entangled up in a heap of limbs, their bodies fitting together perfectly. It wasn't until the sky grew dark through the window that Remus convinced himself to detach from her. His hair was messy but his eyes were bright for her and he watched with a small smile on his face as she just rolled over and mewled softly. He slowly dressed himself again and thought about making her something to eat when there was a knock on the door.

Remus cursed, he knew it had to be whatever guest Sirius had decided to send to him, and the knock awoke Narcissa. She sat up with a puzzled look on her face as she eyed the door and then began to get dressed.

"Cissa, I've got it…I will tell her to find another place to stay…" Remus gave a gentle smile and she returned it at the use of the endearing little nickname, but she continued anyway.

"It's quite alright, I think I can handle it better myself," she said. When she was finished dressing, she walked over to the studio door and opened it slightly, not wanting Remus to see whatever woman her cousin had sent over.

She was rather shocked to find a red-haired beauty, about her age with gorgeous green eyes and a rather unhappy look on her face. She was holding a little scrap of paper with the address printed neatly in Sirius' handwriting. Narcissa slipped out of the studio and closed the door behind her.

"I was told I would find a Monsieur Lupin here? You certainly don't appear to be him," the woman spoke and Narcissa decided instantly that she had to go.

"No, I do not, but I am his lover and he does not have room to have you stay the night. I am sorry for whatever Monsieur Black told you, but you really must leave…"

"No please…" Lily tried to push past Narcissa but the blonde blocked her, putting her hands on her hips, "I do not know who you are or what you are trying to prove by coming here…and I can only pray that you have not done harm to my beloved cousin…but I want you to leave. Now." Narcissa said in the cold tone she had harnessed so well throughout life. With this woman, however, it did not seem to faze her one bit. Yes, she made to leave, but she seemed resigned to it, as if something else was on her mind.

That was when Narcissa got the terrible feeling in her stomach that she had had when she had met Theresa Gold. Something was not right. Not at all.

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"Do you love me?" Tom Riddle asked Theresa Gold between kisses. They were lying on his bed and his arms were wrapped possessively around her. Although she had to admit she was initially drawn to him and his proposition because of his striking handsomeness, she was starting to find him repulsive.

"Yes," she lied easily and kissed him again.

"Good. Because if you didn't I really wouldn't have much use to keep you here you know, seeing as you have failed to do nearly every single thing I have asked of you," his mood changed quickly, as it was prone to do and he moved away from her, pushing her off of him roughly. She sat back on his bed and looked up at him.

"I am truly sorry," she apologized.

"Don't say a damned word…" he started, planning on chastising her but there was a knock on his bedroom door that saved her and he summoned the guest in. It was Draco and he averted his eyes when he saw the half-naked Theresa. He didn't want to, but he knew he would surely be maimed if Riddle caught him eyeing his mistress.

"What is it Draco?"

"Sir, she's back…" he said quickly and Riddle nodded. All it took was a snap of his fingers to summon Theresa to become decent and the three descended down the stairs of his manor to the drawing room where Lucius, Bellatrix, and Lily Evans were sitting. Lily looked as if she had been crying.

"Well?" Riddle asked when no one immediately responded. All eyes turned to the red-head.

"I did as you asked. I went to Sirius', told him, met my son…and Monsieur he is so wonderful I…."

"Enough of your sniveling, what happened?" he yelled and she held back a sniffle.

"Sirius was upset…but not as you hoped. Harry-quite the same. I didn't want to lie to him. And the girl…Hermione…she lost control…she was in hysterics when I left…and I got Monsiuer Lupin's address just as you asked…it worked out perfectly with Sirius on that….and I went…and then…"

"And then you worthless bitch what happened?" Bella snarled.

"Oh please, can I just have the money you promised…I want my son in my life but I promise I will go home just as you said…please the money," Lily begged. She was a different woman from the one that she was a few hours earlier. She had been trying so hard to hold onto the act, to not tell them, to lie to the father of her child and her baby…and it had been hell. But the money would save her from the life of ruin she had been living, it was more than enough.

"NO! Not yet…what happened?" Riddle prompted again.

"I went to Monsieur Lupin's and he wouldn't let me stay, well I actually didn't speak with him…it was a she…she wouldn't even let me in. She threatened me…" Lily started to cry.

"Who threatened you? What did she look like?"

"Tall, beautiful, blonde…maybe my age…she said she was his lover…" Lily answered truthfully and nearly jumped as the glass Lucius was holding shattered on the floor, startling everyone. He had let it go in his rage.

"That slut! I knew she was fucking him. Can you imagine him rutting into her on that hard, dirty floor? My God this is unbelievable. I'll kill her…" Lucius ranted.

"Father…" Draco inserted nervously but Lucius just smacked his son's shins roughly with his walking stick, leaving him once again cowering in the corner.

"We will take care of it Lucius, don't you see? This just makes things all the more easier…" Riddle smiled.

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