A/N: We did a thing. If you don't like our thing, that is fine. However, please do not flame us for our thing. Happy Easter. He is risen in deed! :)

"I know we're meant to change things up," Remus said, hands on hips as he watched his friend coming towards him. "But carrying around a dead body into battle was not what I had in mind."

"Well, maybe you would leave your baby brother to his fate." Sirius glared. "I, on the other hand, wanted to give him a proper burial."

The wolf's eyes surveyed the body. His brow furrowed. "He died eighteen years ago. How is his body still intact?"

"How are you a DADA professor and not know the answer to this question?"

"Well, excuse me!" Remus glared. "Severus took over the sixth- and seventh-year curriculum after you refused to stop turning into Padfoot and attacking me whenever I tried to sit you down and lesson plan."

"All you had to do was say 'sit'." Sirius scrunched his nose. "I'm very obedient."

"No, you're not."

"Guys," Harry said, tugging on his godfather's robes, "there's sort of a death eater attack going on, and we're kind of carrying more than we can handle right now."

"Fine." Sirius shifted his brother's body. "Let's drop this off with Spots and get back to fighting."

"Look who's being insensitive now," Remus huffed.

Severus whipped out his wand at the sound of the portrait hole opening. He scowled at the intruders. Of all the idiotic….

"Black? What are you doing here?" His eyes widened as he caught sight of the animagus's load. "What is that? Who was hurt?"

In response, Sirius dropped the body on the couch. Regulus turned slightly, his face covered in curly brown locks.

"Sirius, is that…?"

"No," Sirius glared, "it's some other body we found in the cave where my brother died."

"But, Sirius…"

"I don't need to go over this for a third time." Sirius grabbed his wand. "Just make sure no one steals him or my daughter." He turned around, yelling over his shoulder. "We'll be back eventually."

Severus rolled his eyes. "So much for subtility." He sighed and picked up Siria. "Well, Miss Black, it appears your father has no concerns over your psychological health. However, I do not want to see you scarred by the image of your decomposing uncle." His eyes narrowed. "Or, not so decomposing…"

He shook his head. Now was not the time to consider inaccuracies in scientific observations. He had an infant to feed. He pulled out a bottle from the cupboard and began mixing the formula just as Dora had shown him. He bounced and rocked a bit. With any luck, he should be able to get Siria down for a nap before her father returned.

"He's just as peaceful as you are when you sleep."

Severus whirled around, babe still in hand. "How did you get in here?"

Pale silver eyes sparkled in the light. "I've been reading in Professor Lupin's room."

"This entire time?"

"Yes. I came in right about the time Harry and Sirius left for the cave."

"And did Professor Lupin know you were there?"

Luna nodded. "He's the one who let me in."

Severus shook his head and sat down. He reclined and propped Siria's head against his shoulder before feeding her.

"Who is he?" the Ravenclaw asked, sitting down and clearing the hair from his face.

"Sirius's dead brother."

"He sure breathes a lot for a dead man."

Severus sat up quickly, adjusting Siria in his arms. "What was that you said?"

"He sure breathes a lot for a dead man."

"He isn't breathing, Miss Lovegood," Severus said, rising from his spot and walking over to the couch.

"Yes he is." She pushed his arm away from his chest. "Look."

The potions master handed the baby to the girl. She quirked a brow for a second before cradling the girl close to her chest.

Meanwhile, the professor leaned in toward the man's face. It couldn't be true, could it? There was no way a man presumed dead for eighteen years could have survived. And Miss Lovegood was known to be quite whimsical. He held up his hand to check for a pulse.

Silver eyes flashed open. A hand grabbed onto Severus's and wouldn't let go. Severus screamed and jumped back. He fell on his bum, holding his chest as he tried to even out his breaths.

"Snape?" Regulus said, rising. His eyes scanned the room. "Where am I?"

The potions master's mouth bobbed wordlessly. How was this possible? How could he be alive? What did he do now? His eyes widened. What was he going to tell Sirius?

"I think you rendered him speechless," Luna said, rocking Siria. "Very few have been able to do that."

Regulus blinked several times. "Thank you?" He scrunched his brow. "And you are?"

"Luna Lovegood," she extended her free hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Black."

"Lovegood? Like, Xenophilius?" Luna nodded. "I didn't know he married."

"Yes, yes he did."

"And to someone so young."

"Oh, no," the Ravenclaw shook her head, "I'm his daughter."

Silver eyes widened. "Wha—How old are you?"

"Sixteen." The youngest Black started crying in Luna's arms. "It's alright, Siria."

"Siria?"

"Yes, Sirius's daughter."

"Sirius has a daughter?" Regulus asked, hand holding his head. "I didn't realize he married, either."

"Oh, no, he hasn't." Luna held the girl closer to her uncle. "She's the product of a one-night stand in a broom closet."

"One-night stand?"

"In a broom closet."

"Classy, Siri." Regulus shook his head. "Where is he?" He turned his head. "Where are we, exactly?"

Severus swallowed. "We are currently in the DADA professor quarters at Hogwarts."

Regulus scowled. "You're the DADA professor?"

"Hardly."

The Black heir stared over at Luna. "Well, she's sixteen. I know she isn't."

"I'm currently babysitting for your brother. I don't think I'd take your niece to my quarters for that."

"That doesn't answer any of my questions." Brown curls flew as he shook his head. "In fact, it raises quite a few more."

"Why don't you take a long, soothing shower while I figure out a way to convince your brother we haven't all gone insane," Severus suggested, taking the young man by the shoulder and leading him toward the bathroom. "Although, I am currently trying to convince myself of that." He scowled. "I might need a second opinion."

"I have an opinion," Luna said, grabbing the bottle from the table and continuing to feed Siria.

"Yours doesn't count."

The portrait swung open once more. Severus spun, wand already in hand, a curse on his lips.

"Wotcher, my love."

Severus's shoulder's sagged. "Dora, dear, what are you doing here?"

Dora shrugged. "I was sent to check on a baby and a dead body." Her brow furrowed. "I was told it would be on the couch." She turned, her body freezing. "Uhm, dear, how did you lose a dead body?"

"So it moved for you, too." Severus rubbed his eyes. "Good. I'm not going insane."

"That depends on where the body is, dear."

"Currently in the shower getting the stench of death off of him."

"Sweetheart," Dora said, moving toward the bathroom, "if I find a dead body in the bathtub, I'm having you committed." She turned the knob. "I know that watching a baby is stressful…"

"Don't go in there!" Severus yelled, rushing toward his fiancée.

"Why?" Dora asked, brow quirked. She cracked the door. "It's not like he's going to be naked." She scowled. "You didn't undress him, did you?" She threw the door open. In front of her was a fully naked younger-looking Sirius. She screamed and her hair turned white.

"Nymphadora?" Regulus's eyes scrunched.

"What...how…You're not dead!"

"That is the understatement of the century," Severus said, rubbing his forehead.

"Can this discussion wait until I'm fully clothed?" Regulus asked, holding up a towel.

"Sure," Dora said, closing the door. "You shower." She turned and walked into Remus's room. "I'm going to go process."

Severus sighed, closing his eyes. So, this was real. Regulus was alive. And now he had to tell Sirius Black. Or he could have Dora do it.

"Is that really what Sirius would look like naked?" Luna asked, head tilted.

The potions master rubbed his temples. "Miss Lovegood, please put Siria in the nursery and get back to your dorm." She nodded and turned to leave. He grabbed her shoulder. "And mention not a word of this to anyone."

Sirius and Remus leaned against the stone edifice of the castle. Hagrid's fire-engulfed hut lit up the dark landscape, allowing them to watch Bellatrix's curls bounce out of view.

"Well," Remus gasped, bending lower, "that could've gone better."

"It could've…gone worse…too," Sirius added, placing his head on the cold stone. Trying to avoid being killed was a lot harder when one knew they had a child to get to bed soon.

"Too true." The wolf stood straighter, cracking his neck. "I'm getting too old for this, Padfoot."

"Don't say that," Sirius said, rubbing his shoulder, "because if you are, then I am, too."

"Let's check on the Trio and then get some sleep." They stretched some more. "The full moon is in a week, and it takes more and more out of me every month."

They headed up to the great hall, eyes scanning the ruins for three plucky Gryffindor sixth-years. They'd last seen the time travelers dueling Finnegan near the entrance to the Slytherin common rooms. Did that mean they'd have to go all the way down to the dungeons?

"Padfoot!" Harry cried out, running and hugging his godfather.

"Harry," Sirius breathed in his godson's scent, "you're safe."

"Yep." The young man smiled, green eyes sparkling. "That's what happens when you have people backing you."

Remus smirked, patting Draco on the shoulder. "That's what friends are for."

"Speaking of friends," Hermione's smile widened, "don't you have to relieve one from diaper duty?"

"Oh yeah," Sirius said, nodding. "Tonks never got back to me on how they were doing." He scrunched his nose. "I really hope they didn't get distracted in their own Siria making."

"I don't think they're going to be broom-closeting any time soon," Draco said, yawning. "Well, it's past my bedtime." He pulled Hermione over to him. "Good night."

Harry watched them walk off. "That reminds me," he scowled, "I haven't slept in over twenty-four hours."

"What were you doing so early in the morning?"

"You try and sleep when you know your headmaster's going to be killed."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Go get some sleep, cub." He dropped a kiss on the boy's hair. "Come by in the morning so we can discuss funeral plans."

Sirius and Remus hobbled toward their living quarters. With all that had happened in the last several hours, Sirius was emotionally and physically drained. He needed to hold his daughter and get some sleep, not necessarily in that order. Severus was, after all, the best at getting Siria to go to bed.

They opened the door to find Severus sitting on the body-free couch, flipping a potions magazine.

"Uhm, Spots…"

"Yes?"

"Where's the body?"

"Currently changing into some of your old clothes." Severus looked up. "I hope you don't mind."

"What?" Sirius asked, mouth dropping.

"Oh, did you still plan on using them? I guess we could go out and get more…"

"Is Tonks changing them?"

Severus shook his head. "Dora's in Moony's room processing."

"Processing what?" Sirius asked. "That her fiancé somehow lost a body?"

"I didn't lose it." Severus set down the magazine and crossed his arms. "I know exactly where it is…"

"Snape. I don't mean to question your sense of style, but you're seriously telling me this is what is in fashion now…?" Regulus walked out as he shrugged on his robe. He stopped, eyes roving over the newcomers. "Siri?"

Sirius stared at the young man before him. Was this real? Sev seemed to think so. Dora was processing…something. This probably was it. He walked over, his throat tightening. Could this be? He wrapped his arms around the figure. It was the only way to know for sure…

Arms returned the hug. This was real. His brother was alive. He choked back a sob as Regulus shook in his arms. He kissed his brother's head and squeezed tighter.

"I'm sorry, Siri. I'm so sorry," the younger Black cried. "You were right about him. You were right about all of it."

"It's okay. It's alright," Sirius whispered into his brother's ear. "All that matters is your safe now."

"I missed so much…"

"So did I." Sirius pulled away reluctantly. "We'll catch you up."

"What did you miss?" Regulus asked, brow furrowing.

"They haven't caught you up much, have they?"

"All I know is I've missed about sixteen years…"

"Eighteen, actually."

"…and my niece's birth."

Sirius shrugged. "Only by a couple months." He smiled. "You met her?"

"For a moment." Silver eyes sparkled. "You would be vain enough to name her after yourself."

"Is she still up?" Sirius asked, walking over to the nursery.

"Probably," Severus said, watching as Sirius disappeared into the room. "I had Miss Lovegood put her down."

"Luna was here?"

"I let her in," Remus said.

Severus glared at the wolf. "Yes, thanks for that." He crossed his arms. "Scared me half-to-death."

"Worse than my waking up?" Regulus asked, taking a seat.

"No, that scared me out of my wits."

"Quite obviously."

Remus walked over to his room, opening the door before shutting it quickly. "Why is Dora in my room?"

"I told you. She's in there processing," Severus said, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, but that doesn't actually explain a lot." Remus crossed his arms. "And I would like to go to bed."

"You seriously think you can sleep after all this?"

"Like a cub."

"Looks like someone's Uncle Sev was right," Sirius said, bringing out a very-much-awake Siria from her nursery.

"Well, if he doesn't put her down, no one gets her to sleep," Remus muttered, leaning against the doorframe of his room.

Regulus watched the squirming form cautiously. "Are we sure she's your daughter?"

"Yes. Spots and Dora made me do three different blood tests."

"Three?" Regulus scrunched his brow. "And who's Spots?"

"One muggle, one potions-based, and one charms-based," Severus answered. "And, regrettably, I am Spots."

"Since when?"

"Since they adopted me as a marauder."

"Since when?"

"Since it turned out I'm Harry Potter's second godfather."

"James and Lily had a son?" Regulus's eyes widened.

"He's singly the most important person in the dark lord's downfall," Severus said, leaning back in his chair.

"He's dead?"

"Well, no."

Sirius shook his head. "We really should get you up-to-speed on all you missed. But first," he held out Siria, "would you like to hold your niece?"

"Very much so."