Disclaimer: Do not own the Wonderful World of Harry Potter… not making any money from my writings…DO NOT LIKE that Rowling has killed Sirius Black and have chosen to pointedly ignore that certain part, allowing him to make an appearance here…

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A/N: Warning: Snape/McGonagall appearance starting from this chapter, will get worse as story progresses, or as worst can be without increasing the ratings. Also be prepared for unorthodox reaction of Harry towards Snape and Snape's unSnapeish behavior

Just a note: This is a continuation of another fic I wrote earlier, that was… let's say the stepping stone of McGonagall and Snape's relationship… I didn't/won't post it coz it's about Charlie Weasley and my OFC (Julianna Montgomery) and that's not really hot stuff here. It takes place in fifth year for the dream team and they were kidnapped by Voldermort at the end of that year. You don't have to read that to understand this, but I do make some reference to it occasionally. Also, note that Julianna and Charlie are married and have a little girl, Lizzie… you'll meet them later in the fic… probably around Christmas… ^_^… that's all…

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**Okay peeps, here is where my disclaimer comes into play, so don't say I didn't warn you!!**

Meeting the Weasley must have been the most exhilarating thing she had ever done. She had never met such an energetic family. Her ribs still ached a little from the grizzly bear hug that Mrs. Weasley had given her, and she had been so awed of the twins laid back attitude that she had actually accepted their offer of a cream puff, despite earlier warnings. Thank heavens Hermione had seen it and quickly plucked it out of her hands. The twins were devastated by her act but promised Jessica there was more where that had come from and winked in a conspirational manner at her with such goofy smiles, causing her to laugh instead of feeling annoyed.

Then there was Charlie and Julianna and their daughter Lizzie (it had to be, she had the Weasley's stamp of red hair and freckles), the cutest thing Jessica had ever seen. Lizzie had been a little reluctant to say hi, as 'mummy and daddy says to never talk to strangers', but had warmed up immediately when Charlie had explained that Jessica was Uncle Harry's special friend, much to both's embarrassment. Mrs. Weasley was sorry that Jessica couldn't met her eldest son Bill, who had returned to Egypt with his wife, (Egypt, wow! that explains the pyramid, [Jessica]). And her third eldest son, Percy (there's more?) was still at work, (wiping cauldron bottoms, [Fred]). The youngest, Ginny was out but would be home soon.

The highlight of the day had to be when Jessica met Harry's godfather.  A large shaggy dog padded into the kitchen and Jessica's eyes widen.

"Ron, I didn't know you had a dog?! What a handsome fella, aren't you? Yes you are, handsome boy," Jessica cooed at the dog and knelt down and scratched behind its ear. It closed its eyes and thumped its tail in contentment and gave a soft bark before licking her face much to Jessica's delight, for Jessica loved animals.

"We don't have a dog. That's Harry's godfather," said Ron dryly. The others were trying not to laugh. Jessica turned to look at him, a skeptical look on her face.

"Yeah, Ron, and I'm a nanny goat," she said then turned back to the dog. Thud, she fell on her bum. The dog was gone and in its place was a man. A very handsome man. With black hair, darker that hers, that curled at the collar. He had dark eyes that contrasted with his pale skin. His face was strong, with a well-defined jaw and slightly arched eyebrows over the black charcoal eyes. Eyes that twinkled mischievously, like it had some naughty thoughts behind it. Even though he was crouching down, she knew he would be tall. Tall, dark and handsome. He was the type of person her mum would never let her date. She was right about his height when he stood up; she doubted if the top of her head even reached his shoulders. He held out a hand to help her up and when she placed her small hands into his large, warm ones, she felt herself being transported back to medieval times. She was a beautiful but lonely princess, held prisoner by her grief and he was the rogue knight who would sweep her off her feet and she knew that she would love him forever as she gazed into his green eyes… what?!! Jessica quickly shook away the images… green eyes? This man had black eyes… one more shake and Jessica smiled at him.

"Sorry if I offended you," she said. He smiled, as naughty as the twinkle in his eyes.

"A beautiful woman as yourself needn't ask for forgiveness. A smile would be enough," he said, his voice as suave as she had imagined it would be. Unknowingly, she let out a dreamy sigh.

Harry watched the exchanged between his godfather and Jessica, no longer amused as his insides turned green with jealousy. Jessica was wearing the look that he'd always wanted to see when she looked at him, not Sirius Black! How dare he coat her with sweet words? His godfather was trying to seduce what belonged to him! Anger blocked out any rational thoughts in his head. If Ron hadn't maintained a firm grip oh Harry, Harry would've have pounced on his godfather. Ron quickly nudged Hermione, and Hermione took her cue.

"Jessica," she said loudly. Jessica visibly snapped out of her stupor.

"Mrs. Weasley, I'll take Jessica up to our room," said Hermione again, pulling hard on Jessica, who didn't seem to want to move from her spot.

"We'll come with you. Harry and I will carry Jessica's luggage," said Ron, also pulling Harry, who was still looking daggers at his godfather. The two grabbed Jessica's trunk and began to ascend up the stairs. Jessica and Hermione followed suit. Jessica managed to sneak one last look before being jerked back up the stairs.

Once the four were out of sight, Mrs. Weasley began.

"Sirius Black! What do you think you're doing?" she bellowed, waving her ladle about. Sirius had to duck a few times to avoid from being hit.

"I was being polite," he replied surprised at the sudden tensed atmosphere, and looked at the other males in the rooms. He found no allies in any of them for each and every one of them knew better than to disagree with Molly Weasley… her husband included.

"POLITE! You were deliberately turning on your charms for her, don't think I didn't notice," joined in Julianna. Molly and Julianna had ganged up on him. He was not going to come out of this unscathed. The twins, Charlie, carrying Lizzie had shrewdly left the kitchen. Mr. Weasley would but Mrs. Weasley was in his way and he didn't want to bring any attention to himself.

"That poor girl didn't know what hit her. And Harry, your own godson, Sirius," continued Mrs. Weasley, making an anguish sound as she said 'godson'.

"But Molly, I didn't…" he began. Julianna pointed her wand at Sirius's face.

"Don't deny it Sirius Black. Harry really likes this girl. Really, really, really likes this girl…" said Julianna and was cut off by Mrs. Weasley.

"And if you do anything to hurt the poor boy by taking Jessica away from him, I won't feed you," threatened Mrs. Weasley. She had unleashed her secret weapon. Sirius Black could withstand anything, but a day without Molly Weasley's cooking was more that he could ever bear. He held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, I promise I won't 'steal' her away from Harry. Good gracious, she's half my age, that practically incest," he said.

"And you'd better remember that," growled Julianna. Seeing the opportunity, Mr. Weasley quickly pulled the beaten down Sirius out of the kitchen.

"Don't worry about them, boy, they just become extra protective when it comes to Harry," he said, placing an arm around Sirius.

"I can't help it if she was attracted to my natural animal magnetism," Sirius muttered. Mr. Weasley wisely decided to not comment on that.

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That night after dinner, the four were in Ron's room. Jessica was looking curiously at Ron's Chudley Cannon's poster, where the players were flying in and out of it. She assumed the miniature quidditch robe Lizzie had worn to dinner was a gift from her uncle Ron, as it had the same yellow and red colors of Ron's favorite quidditch team. As for Harry's green-eyed bug, it had receded back into its den and Harry was feeling like his normal self again. Hermione had made sure that Jessica and Sirius were nowhere within talking distance, and now she could feel her heart resume its normal pace. She had really thought those two would blow up into a small hurricane and blow everyone away. For some reason, she also wanted Jessica's stay at Ron's home to be… memorable. She figured it was because Ron was so much a part of herself, anything involving him, involved her too. Anyways whatever it was, the important thing was Harry wasn't sulking and Jessica was in a good mood. She hoped it would last till the end of the week.

While looking at Ron's posters, Jessica had briefly looked out the window and saw Sirius playing around with his bike. (A/N: Hagrid had given it back to him). Her mind instantly wondered to this man. Who was this man that Harry's parents trusted so much? Is he Harry's father figure, since Harry's real dad had died? She turned to the three. Ron was butchering Harry on the chessboard, and Hermione was engrossed in Jessica's copy of Cleo.

"Is Sirius married?" she asked, wondering if Harry sought the solace of a mother in someone else other than Molly Weasley. Hermione visibly stiffen, Harry expression soured. Only Ron seemed unperturbed.

"Why?" asked Hermione. She could feel the tension and her stomach plummeted to the floor.

"Well, I was just wondering…" she began but Harry cut her off.

"If you're looking for an opening, there isn't any," he said brusquely. Jessica was taken aback by his remark.

"I didn't mean that…" she tried again.

"Just looking for a quick tumble then?" he said again. Jessica blinked. Hermione was making threatening looks at Harry, but he ignored it. His eyes, unblinking, looked deep into Jessica's startled black ones.

"What… are you…" she stammered. She had never seen Harry like this. What had gotten into him?

"Of course, you're playing hard to get. Why sell yourself so cheap?" continued Harry. At that even Ron looked up gaped at his friend. That's it! She wasn't going to take anymore of his biting remarks especially when she didn't deserve any of it.

"Harry what the hell is your problem?" she said, her voice low and deadly. If it's a fight he wants, then a fight he will get.

"You have been a pain in the ass since we walked through the door! If you don't want me here…" he cut her off, forsaking his game to stand in front of her, his green eyes glinting to match her black ones.

"I do want you here!" he bellowed. I want you always near me, his heart ached.

"Then what the hell is your problem?" her voice matched his, if her heart didn't. Ron and Hermione looked warily at the door, but too scared to try and separate the two fighting dogs.

"My problem is why did you have to go and throw yourself at Sirius!?" he replied. What does he have that I don't? He could never love you like I do.

"What rubbish!? I did no such thing!" she was yelling, but the ghoul in the attic had begun banging the pipes, so it drowned out most of the yelling.

"Yes, you did! A little longer and you'd be drooling over him! You made a complete ass of yourself! It's disgusting!" why him Jessica? Why not me?

"Harry Potter! How dare you accuse me like that! How dare you talk to me like that! Your accusations are baseless…" she bellowed. Ron and Hermione cringed at her voice, but Harry stood firm. His heart was aching like it had never before. Partly because he loved her and partly because he knows he can never have her.

"Baseless?" he yelled back. "Sorry if I offended you… sigh…" his tone was mocking her, reacting the scene when she had first met Sirius, with much exaggerations.

"I don't have to listen to this bull shit… and I won't! I'm going to bed," she said and turned heel towards the door, making sure to hit into him hard on the way. He scowled at the impact and rubbed his shoulders.

"Make sure it's your own bed!" his reply was the slamming of the door. He took one look at his two best friends, and in a blink of an eye, he was gone.

A/N: You think this worst?? Watch this space…