"You have a life of such joy before you. Not without hardship. Not without bumps in the road. Be safe with those you trust. But when you do find people to trust, the bond will be that much greater."-Aunt Josephine

Leo Manor, June 4th, 1985

The bustle of the reception down below in the ballroom trails its way into the study where James sat with hair slightly gray and a heart full of hurt.

An occasion as your own wedding should bring happiness, yet James found while gripping the photo of his girls, he was not.

Annabelle Ambroise was a lovely woman, however, James knew she could never replace Lily Evans.

THE NEW LADY POTTER

By Rita Skeeter

It has been five years since Ralston Potter defeated the Dark Lord Volemort and the lovely Lady Potter dead before her time. The Potter family in tattered shambles in the reveal that the Boy-Who-Lived had a twin sister who has been missing since that fateful night.

Three years in his mourning process, James Potter was caught sightseeing with the French socialite, Annabelle Ambroise. Notable people who are close with the Potter Lord admit that while the French pureblood heiress was lovely, the eerily likeness she had to the late Lady Potter was unsettling.

The Ambroise family with ties to the Veela can trace their family back to the French royal court of Philip the Fair. Known members of the French ministry and alumni of the Beauxbatons, it was a profitable catch Lord Potter obtained when asking for the heiress's hand in marriage.

The wedding of these two upstanding members of society is planned later on this afternoon at the ancestral manor of the Potter family.

The Boy-Who-Lived was unavailable for comment.

PAGE INDEX

(Pg 1-4) Lady Walburga Black passes!

(Pg5-15) Ralston Potter's up and coming Birthday Bash!

Ebonymoore Manor, June 11th, 1985

Sirius Black felt the tension in his shoulders as he assessed the guests around the ballroom. The tie around his neck was suffocating while he concentrated with all his might to not let the tears fall in front of the guest. He could not show any type of weakness in front of the sharks as they would try to take advantage of him in his moment of weakness. "Breathe my love." The soft voice of his wife reassured him with a squeeze to his hand.

"Petunia," Sirius sighed with relief to his beautiful wife, who gave him comfort. "It's a struggle to not hit one of these prats." He seethed as his other hand gripped tightly around the glass of elf wine. "No one here liked my mother. Hell, I did not even like her."

"True, but she still your mother and deep down, you're hurt that she's gone." Petunia hushes calmly with slight sympathy and pity.

"Where's Nova, Lyra, and Leo?" Sirius switched the topic by asking after his children.

"Nova and the twins are playing with Dorian and Margo Bones," Petunia responded as she grabbed a wine glass from a passing waiter. "I'm delighted they've' reached out to other people now instead of trailing after Nova."

"Give the twins a break, love." Sirius hummed out as he gripped the edge of his tie. "Lyra and Leo were a wonderful surprise to the Black family, and everyone is trying to get in their good graces because they know they will be powerful and wealthy in the future. In particular, the older purebloods think I'm going to secure Leo as the heir to the Black family." He ended with a sneer.

"Nova is the heiress of the family! The family magic blessed her to be the heiress." She spat deeply offended on behalf of her niece.

"We know that, love." Sirius soothed while a tad turned on by the wake of his wife's fury.

"Sexist pigs," Petunia muttered hatefully.

"Careful granddaughter-in-law, least these old duffers hear you." Arcturus mused dryly coming up behind the married couple. "I rather not hear their whines later this evening during poker."

"At least you can take them for all their worth, grandfather." Petunia hissed as she gulped the rest of her whine.

"Of course, my dear," he agreed as he fondly gave a pat to her hand. "They won't even see it coming." Arcturus' face became stern as his eyes connected with Sirius somewhat glossed over gray. "Sirius, don't make a scene, James Potter is here with his son."

"Why is that wanker here?" He growled out much like his animagus.

"Language, Sirius!" Petunia huffed as she smacked the back of his head.

"Sorry Love, Grandfather, why is that man here? House Black no longer has ties to house Potter in any shape or form."

"As members of a House Black, we know we are not tied to the Potters. Our allies, however, do not know about the full hostility we carry for House Potter." Arcturus rebuffed calmly as he laid out the position in front of them.

"Sirius," James greeted politely, his hand gripping his son's shoulder. "My condolences on your family's loss."

"My family thanks Lord Potter for his words." Sirius flatly responded.

James' face tightens at the reply, "This is Ralston."

Ralston was a chubby child, no doubt from the various sweets he was spoiled with from the house, elves and nannies alike. Sirius, found that the child's hair was wildly curled in each direction with tips tinted red. Hazel-green eyes gazed at him in both wonder and caution. "Hello, Lord Black." He lisps softly and Sirius feels the ache in his heart when he sees Lily's smile on the child's face.

"Hello Ralston," he greeted kindly, bending down to reach Ralston's height. "You probably don't remember me, but I used to be friends with your mother."

"Padfoot!" He cheered before throwing himself into a hug with the Black Lord.

Sirius feels his body shiver with despair as he realizes Lily's son remembers him. "Sirius gave a cough as he pulled back and gave a stare at James, "I'm pleased you recalled me, Ralston. One day perhaps you can come to my manor to discuss your mother."

"Ralston, go play with the other children, I need to talk to Uncle Sirius." James interrupted the bonding moment.

"Bye, Uncle Sirius!" Ralston spoke, bypassing proper etiquette with saying goodbye.

"What do you want, James?" Sirius tiredly inquired of his former best friend.

"I heard you have kids of your own, congratulations." James deflected the question with a tiny smile.

"Yes, my twins and heiress." he smoothly replied.

"It's strange as I recall you could not have any." James hazel eyes flashed with both pity and cruelty.

Sirius's eyes went from being weary to a raging storm of pure ire and hatred, "I don't believe you have met my wife yet?" he spoke with a bitter lisp. "Flower!"

James, whose eyes had been watching the slender neck and long waist-length strawberry-blonde hair familiar to him in some type of way that he could not recall. The woman turned with a loving look in her eye. "Padfoot?"

Sirius kissed the corner of her forehead before gesturing to the Potter Lord, "Lord James Ralston Potter of Godric's Hollow and the Most Noble House of Potter." He gave a sharp smile as his hands wrapped protectively around her waist. "Lord Potter, Lady Petunia Black nee' Evans."

"You!" James uttered in shock as he took a slight stumble. "How are you here?" eyes darted around her appearance in disbelief, including the elegant aura of her magic he knew she did not have before. "Where is Sage?" James blurted tactlessly.

Petunia rose a finely combed eyebrow, "Sage who?" she mocks as she waves over her children.

James Potter knew his eyes darkened from her response, "Don't play me for a fool." The Wizard Lord spat, his hand clenching around the glass to the point it gained a crack.

"Auntie?" was called out by a faint voice that broke through the angry tension as a beautiful petite girl ran up to Petunia's side with a curious expression on her face. "You called for us?"

Petunia gave a kiss to the girl's forehead with an expression of deep love and fondness on her face, "Petal, I like for you to meet your distant cousin, Lord James Potter of the Noble House of Potter." she mused, omitting the fact the man was once her actual birth father who gave her up to favor the other child instead.

The girl gave a clumsy curtsy to James, "Hello, Lord Potter." she chirped as her green eyes gleamed with a ring of molten silver of mischief.

James took in the familiar shade of rose hair with jade-colored eyes mixed in a ring of molten silver, and he felt a burning rage in the depth of his soul. "You dare?" James hissed, glass shattering affecting Nova to flinch in fearfulness. "Take my seed and twist it away from my house line!" the ebony-haired man roared, the candlelit lights flickering as his magic gave a wave of utter resentment.

Sirius gave a glance of astonishment, "I don't understand what you are trying to insinuate, but Carina is my child by your late wife, Lily Potter. Lily the wonderfully considerate witch and a friend volunteered to help me have an heir to my bloodline." Sirius denied as he turned a gaze of pride to Nova. "My wife and I were actually blessed a year later with our twins, Leo and Lyra."

"Bullshit!" James shouted, his face turning the color of puce in his rage and agony of realizing that not only did he lose his beloved wife but his daughter as well.