March 24, 1986

"Don't worry, I've got Harry tonight," Hestia said, kissing Sirius on the nose. "You boys go out back and run to your hearts' content."

"Promise you'll send me your patronus if you need to, yeah?" Sirius asked, wanting nothing more to crawl into bed and sleep forever.

"I promise, but really, Harry and I have been alone before. Be safe." She told him soothingly. "It's you I worry about."

"Don't do that, love. We've been doing this for years," Sirius said with a smile.

"Almost longer than I have been doing this alone," Moony said, coming into the room and dumping Harry on the bed.

"Stay safe, no matter what," Hestia demanded. "Now, you should be off."

They smiled and complied, taking off into the forests surrounding Potter Manor. After they were out of sight, Harry turned pensive, then looked at the rising moon.

"Aunt Hest, why is Moony a werewolf?" Harry asked, throwing Hestia for a loop.

"What did you just say, Sweetie?" Hestia asked, needing confirmation.

"Why is Moony a werewolf?" Harry asked again.

"Harry, how do you know about that?" She continued to question.

"Every full moon, I can hear howling in the distance. I thought I was imagining it, but Billy said only werewolves are out on the full moon. So why is Moony a werewolf?" He explained.

"How do you know it's Moony and not Padfoot, Harry?" Hestia asked, taking Harry to his room.

"Padfoot turns into a dog. Daddy turned into a stag. The Rat Bastard turns into a rat. So, Moony has to be the werewolf," Harry told her knowingly.

"First of all, don't say the 'b' word, do you understand? Good. Next, yes, Remus is a werewolf. Are you at all in danger?" Hestia asked, having prepared for this conversation long ago.

"Moony folds all the socks. Even the ones Padfoot wears. He's not dangerous unless you are a bad guy," Harry informed her.

"Oh, what bad guys have you come across, young man?" Hestia asked, wondering if Muggle school was the best option.

"Sometimes it's Draco, sometimes it's Ron, sometimes the Twins, but never Neville. He's not very good at it. He always wants to take care of Marly. Why does he take care of Marly, but Ginny just has to follow us everywhere?" Harry asked, ending the conversation without his answer.

"Ginny is only a year younger than you. She's not the burden you boys think she is," Hestia informed him, taking him upstairs for bath time.

"She won't be the princess! She always wants to be an Auror! She ruins the game!" Harry lamented, making Hestia wish her biggest problem was whether or not the girl would play 'The Girl' in a child's game.

"Oh, and why does she have to be a princess? Do you want to tell your Aunt Alice that girls can't be Aurors?" Hestia challenged.

"Aunt Alice isn't a girl! She's a woman! Padfoot said there's a difference!" Harry explained.

"What, pray, is the difference?" Hestia asked, wondering what her boyfriend had taught his charge.

"Girls are ewwy. Women are nice and cook and clean and spend money and make owies go away," Harry passed on his education, unaware that he had gotten his hero into trouble. "You can also have sleepovers with loads of girls and it's okay. Having sleepovers with loads of women is wrong."

"Really? Well, I will remember that. In the meantime, why don't you go in there and get ready for your bath. I'll be in in a moment to make sure you're washing up. Got it?" She said, pointing to the bathroom.

"Hest, can I snuggle with you in your room tonight?" Harry asked, turning his puppy eyes on her.

"Oh, yes, you can." Hestia said, only hesitating a little. She knew these days were short and she was going to miss them. If only Harry had a sibling of some kind.

Hestia pushed her last thought aside. She knew that Sirius would love nothing more than to give Harry a surrogate sibling, but she wasn't ready. They weren't even married. Instead, she made sure to through their nightly routines before snuggling Harry into her and Sirius' bed, reading them both to sleep.

June 3, 1986

Sirius found himself the butt of a cosmic joke about the time Draco and Harry were approaching their 6th birthdays. He was currently taking them to Gringotts to teach them about family account management. They would be introduced to their inheritance vaults as well as the family vault. Narcissa and Andromeda had agreed to tag along, wanting nothing more than to watch 'ickle Siri' teach two tenacious boys everything he had tried so hard to ignore.

"Now, boys, remember to be polite. Goblins take care of our money for us. If you are polite with them, they make sure you have higher returns. Understand?" Sirius asked.

"No. Can I have ice cream?" Harry said, looking bored.

"Harry, I know this is super boring, but you have to learn this, okay?" Sirius said, kneeling down in front of him.

"But I don't understand," Harry said again.

"Do you use your manners at the Burrow?" Sirius asked, ignoring his cousin's snickers.

"Yes I do. Otherwise I get timeout," Harry replied, with Draco nodding furiously in the background.

"Do you use your manners when you go to Longbottom Manor?" Sirius asked.

"Oh yes. Otherwise you have to listen to Mrs. Longbottom lecture you for hours," Harry said, remembering his last lecture with the imperious Augusta Longbottom. Draco winced at the memory of a similar event.

"That's right. Do you use your manners at school?" Sirius asked.

"Yes I do. If you do, you get rewarded," Harry informed him.

"Exactly. If you use your manners here, you get rewarded. For now, I buy you ice cream. Later, it will be high returns on investment," Sirius explained. "Behave yourself until we get home and you get ice cream. Deal?" Sirius said, winking.

"Yay!" Harry and Draco cheered.

"Siri darling, when are you going to make an honest woman of Hestia? You'll make an excellent father, you know. Plenty of practice already," Andromeda commented knowingly.

"Enough from you. You know why you're here- I mean other than to irritate me," Sirius said grouchily.

"Of course Siri. Make sure you don't do anything in poor taste," Andromeda smirked.

"Hestia says everything he does is in poor taste," Harry informed the women. He smiled as they laughed at his cheek.


"So, I just give my key to the elf?" Harry asked, throwing his key into the air.

"They're Goblins," Draco clarified.

"You only know that because Ginny said it," Harry huffed.

Sirius grabbed the key in the air, "I told you that, two minutes ago. Now focus. Draco, that's the Malfoy family vault. It's yours. Not that we want you to touch all that dirty money," He added with a mumble.

"Now, this is the Black family vault," He told them, opening it with a small slit in his hand. "It only opens with the blood of a Black family member."

"But that means I can't open it!" Harry pouted, crossing his arms.

"That sounds like dark magic," Draco added, moving over to his mom.

"Well, not everyone in our family is like that," Cissa told him. "The Malfoy vault is the same. It's to protect what is yours."

"When you come to age, you will be able to open both vaults Draco." Andromeda reassured him with a smile. "No more Blacks will be into dark magic."

Draco nodded his head, looking down at the floor.

"Now, Harry, the Potter vault can be opened with just your key. I hold onto it because we don't want you to lose it."

"Can I see my vault?" Harry beamed.

"In a minute, right now I need your help with something," Sirius told him, opening the vaults door.

"What!"

"I need your help finding a ring." Sirius told him. Narcissa and Andromeda both looked at one another then rushed to Sirius' side, wrapping their arms around them.

"I'm so excited for you!" Andromeda squealed. "Another Black woman to be added to the family."

"It's about time you stepped up! You're finally growing up." Narcissa added, ignoring the two young boys.

"Does this mean Hestia isn't a tart anymore?" Harry asked.

"Is Severus a tart?" Draco asked scratching his head.

"Does he stay in your mummy's room?" Harry asked, tossing his key to Draco.

"Yeah," He told him, tossing the key back.

"Then he's a tart," Harry shrugged.

"Boys! Get over here and help us find a ring," Andy called to them.

Harry put his key into his pocket, and walking into the vault.

Between the five of them, it took three hours to find the perfect ring. Mostly because Narcissa and Andromeda kept stopping to shriek and ask Sirius questions that he didn't know the answers to.

It was Sirius who had picked up the ring from seventh shelf on the left. It was an elegant ring, with a carat oval diamond in middle. Down the sides of the band were small red rubies that glittered.

"Is that all?" Harry asked, putting down a knight's helmet. "It's so small."

"And yet, so beautiful," Narcissa sighed, taking the ring from his hands. "I believe this was your great, great grandmothers, Draco."

"Why would a girl want a ring anyways?" Draco asked.

"So she knows she is loved."

September 22nd, 1986

"Sirius, I'm expecting. Tell me how I'm expecting? I thought the annulment agreement said I couldn't," Narcissa asked her cousin, panic evident.

"Well, you see, Cissa dear, I said you couldn't have a pureblood's baby. Wasn't expecting you to shack up with Sniv," Sirius told her bluntly, knowing things would only go downhill from here. "Now you'll have to marry him. I don't want to be related to Sniv. Why couldn't you do the contraceptive charm?"

December 31st, 1986

Harry kept playing with his hair. Hestia had tried almost everything on it to keep it pushed out of his face for the pictures, but it was no use. Harry would just shake his head and move it right back to where it always sat.

"I give up," Hestia sighed, standing up in her black dress. "You truly have your father's hair."

"Ok," Harry smiled.

"Hest, Harry, you two ready?" Sirius called from the door. "You know how Cissa likes to torment me when we are late."

"Well, then she will have to deal with Harry's hair." Hestia said placing a kiss on his lips, and gaining an 'eww' from Harry.

"Kissing is gross," the 6 year old said with his arms holding over his chest.

"Exactly, and you should never do it," Hestia said grabbing his hand and apparating them to Narcissa's new manor. It was one of the Black's old home, one where Sirius would unwillingly go in his summers. Tonight, however, it was brightly lit with rich colors and over the top food. Harry ran from Hestia and Sirius to go find Neville, Ron, Draco and maybe Ginny.

"I'm not going to play the princess," Ginny told the other boys, her hands on her hips.

"What if I played the prince?" Draco asked.

"Can I play?" Harry said joining with his friends. "I'll play the prince."

Hestia let out a laugh, before pulling Sirius away from the children, a smirk in his eyes. "He is like James," He told her, before pulling her to the back door and into the tall, snow covered trees.

"Sirius, the party's this way," Hestia shrieked.

"Nah, the party is wherever I am," Sirius smirked. "And I want to be out here."

"Why?" Hestia asked. "I finally got to dress up all nice and pretty and you want to go have a shag in the back yard? Where there are a hundred people around?"

"Well, I was going to ask you to marry me, but if you want me to wait longer, I can." Sirius shrugged, pulling away from her.

"You-Sirius Orion Black! You just-you can't" Hestia fumbled for words.

Sirius laughed and pulled her closer to him as he got down on one knee. "Hestia Marie Jones, you've been the best thing to ever happen to me, and are the best person in Harry's life. So, will you please marry me?"

"Yes, oh, my, yes." She laughed, as he slipped the ring on her finger and pulled him up to kiss her.

"I don't get it," Harry told Ron and Neville from the back door.

"Does this mean they are going to have babies too?" Ron asked.

"You could have a little sibling too!" Neville added.

Harry shook his head no. "My parents are dead. They can't have anymore kids."

"But they would be like your siblings. You could have Ginny if you wanted." Ron added.

April 24th, 1987

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" Draco asked sitting across the hospital room, his feet barely touching the floor.

"Girl," Harry said. "Neville has a baby sister, Ron has a Ginny."

"I don't want a baby brother." Draco sighed.

"Did I miss it?" Severus asked, running down the hall. A girl with bright pink hair followed after him. She was around fifteen and was wearing Hufflepuff robes. She blew a bubble, winked at the boys and it popped, and sat down next to Harry.

"Draco, come," Severus called.

Draco rolled his eyes at him, but stood and followed him. "It's like he thinks I'm Uncle Sirius and a dog."

"I hope it's a girl!" Harry called out to him, before picking up his book with a sigh.

Draco ran to keep up with Severus, who went and kissed his mother, placing a hand on her stomach. Even after being married last October, Draco still wasn't used to the idea of sharing his mother. He went to her other side and took her hand.


"What are you going to name her?" Draco asked, holding the baby girl in his hands.

"Atria Auva," Narcissa smiled at her children.

"Using the Black naming system, I see. Although, I don't recognize the constellations," Sirius noted, ready to bless the child for the House of Black.

"Stars, actually, not constellations. 'Atria' being the brightest star in Alpha Trianguli Australis and 'Auva' being the least horrid name of a star in 'Virgo.' A touch, I believe, her father will love," Narcissa smiled at Severus.

"She's got your hair, Sniv, but it's not all greasy. I told you our Black genetics are superior to all," Sirius said, his soft gaze belying the comment.

"You say that, Black, but Draco is the spitting image of Malfoy," Snape said, taking the wind out of his sails.

"That's because Narcissa is broken. She's all blonde with pasty skin, too. First blonde Black in generations. Of course that's going to affect the kid's appearance. For now, though, Atria Auva Snape, we welcome you to the Black Family. You have our net of protection over you, may your life be long, happy, and prosperous. So I say, so mote it be. There, that's done. Just remember, Atria, I'm your favorite Uncle Sirius. I'll head to Gringotts and get her inheritance vault started, you two just stay here and enjoy your time. Draco, you're coming with me. It looks like a couple more nights of sleepovers are called for," Sirius said, lifting Atria with ease and placing her in Snape's waiting arms. "You did good, Sniv. And you'll do great. Now that we know more about each other, you just remember, if I can parent without becoming my parents, so can you."


Gabs: Well, it's not Cassiopea. Or Lyra. That's all I cared about.

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