Disclaimer: Oh come on, people! If I did own Harry Potter, I'd be living in a mansion in London, not this little nothing house in Hawaii (which, by the way, sucks. Don't ever come here.). But if I did own them, James, Sirius, and Remus would be my main characters. Sadly, all I own is Morgan Anderson-Black, Romulus Anderson/Black, and Anneliesse Anderson/Black.
Morgan! Sirius tried to reach for her hand, but he couldn't move his arms. No, Morgan!
Morgan looked mournfully back at him, her eyes shining with tears, and then.....she was gone.
Sirius awoke slowly to many, many blurred faces. A cry of "SIRIUS!" echoed through his head and the wind was knocked out of him as someone hugged him tight.
The person had a mane of silver-blonde hair. Behind his 'attacker' was a redhead, a girl with bushy brown haired, and a boy with messy dark hair. James? No, it couldn't be James, Sirius decided. James didn't know a girl with bushy brown hair.
The person ontop of him finally pulled away, and Sirius saw that her eyes were shining with tears.
"Someone get Professor Lupin," she said to her friends, and a little red-haired girl that Sirius hadn't noticed before disappeared.
"Parker, don't kill him!" joked the redhead, pulling back Parker. Parker settled for just wrapping Ron's arms around herself and looking happily at her cousin.
"Remus?" Sirius choked. "Where?"
"I'm right here, Sirius. Lay down. We're taking you back home," came Remus's voice from the doorway. He was standing beside Ginny.
Hermione looked worridly at Remus, but all he did was give Sirius a potion. Sirius fell into a deep sleep the moment his head hit the floor.
Morgan sighed and went back to picking at her robes as she stared out the window. She knew Lucius Malfoy would never let her out of her attic room unless Voldemort told him too. He held her wand, and she would be literally shocked if she tried to escape via the large window overlooking the moor.
Well, at least I get a nice view, Morgan thought for the millionth time that day. She was bored, and very tired of wearing black. She wished that Electra would come out of hiding and free her.
Electra was Lucius Malfoy's daughter. Her family disowned her after she ran away when she was seventeen. Electra hadn't wanted to be a Death Eater, and was now hiding somewhere far away. Morgan knew better than to rely on her. She had a better chance of the sky falling than of Electra rescuing her.
The attic door, so like prison cell one, creaked open suddenly. Narcissa Malfoy walked slowly inside and placed a tray of food on the spindly table in the middle of the room.
Morgan eyed it cautiously. A jug of water, a piece of steak, and Morgan's favorite, cherry pie. Morgan simply turned up her nose.
"You have to eat something," Narcissa said reasonably. "It's been five days."
Silence.
Narcissa sighed. "What will it take to get you to eat?" she asked.
"Freedom," Morgan replied instantly. It was always her answer.
"I'm sorry, but the master said you are to stay here," Narcissa said firmly.
"So Albus Dumbledore wishes me to stay here until I rot?" Morgan said hotly.
This seemed to startle Narcissa.
"Dumbledore is an old fool," she said bluntly. "He is nothing more than--"
Morgan surprised her by flipping backwards, grabbing Narcissa's wand, and pointing at her heart in one lightning reflex.
"Don't you ever insult Dumbledore in front of me!" she said scathingly.
If looks could kill, Narcissa thought. Her hands were raised in front of her in surrender, her mouth open in a little O of fear.
Morgan grinned.
"Tell Lucius that Azkaban suits him," she muttered. Then she streaked towards the door and locked it, knowing that without her wand Narcissa was helpless. Morgan then took off down the empty halls in the big, old, empty house.
"Where are they?" she muttered to herself. "If Voldemort ordered his lackies to do something to them, I'll kill him....."
She finally found what she was looking for.
Morgan opened the last door on the first floor to see two children sleeping peacefully in two beds with the Black crest on their sheets. A boy and a girl. The boy had twisted the sheets around his leg and sleeping as though he had had a fight with the bed. The girl was sleeping soundly, her hands tucked under her head in an angelic way.
Morgan dashed in and ripped the covers off their beds. The girl shrieked in surprise and Morgan clapped a hand over her mouth. The boy yelped as he fell out of bed and Morgan had to shush him too.
"It's me!" she whispered, throwing clothes and useful objects into a small sack she had stolen from the supply closet. "Get up, get dressed, we're leaving now."
The twins suppressed a shout of glee and did as Morgan told them. In two minutes flat they were dressed and studying a map of the moor behind Malfoy Manor.
"Oooh! Look at this!" the girl, more like a miniature Morgan, said, pointing to a forest marked Unexplored. "We can hide there!"
"Keep your voice down, Anneliesse!" the boy hissed. "We don't know if they can hear us!"
Anneliesse looked defiant. "You can't tell me what to do, Romulus," she muttered. "I can do whatever I want--"
"Both of you shut up!" Morgan growled. "You're so lucky that Lucius put off making you Death Eaters until he got back," she added, running along the corridors to the secret passage to the moor.
"Why, Mum?" Romulus asked, running just behind her and alongside his sister.
"Because the Ministry caught him and quite a few Death Eaters," Morgan said, stopping in front of a solid wall. A single gold ring, the size of a cantelope, hung on the wall at chest level. "Romulus, Anneliesse, help me with this."
The miniature Morgan and miniature Sirius looked at each other and shrugged. Then they helped Morgan pull the heavy ring, which opened a heavy door, and they raced outside to freedom.
Morgan stopped as they can to a clump of bushes. She hadn't been outside in ages! She was content to just stand there and look at all the greenery for hours, but the twins had other ideas.
"Mum, come on!" Anneliesse hissed and grabbed Morgan by the wrist.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Morgan rushed alongside her children, the sack clenched in one hand and Narcissa's wand in the other. She noted how much Anneliesse and Romulus looked like her and Sirius. Romulus was a perfect model of Morgan's fiance, and Anneliese was, as Morgan put it, a little 'mini me.'
"Mum, where are we going?" Romulus asked.
"We're going to get help," Morgan replied darkly. "We're going to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place."
Sirius awoke sometime later, in a very dark room, in his bed at home. He sat up quickly and looked around. No one was there. But the dream was so real.
He had dreamt of the good times, before Harry was born, before all of this ever happened. He had just proposed to Morgan and she had said yes. She was hugging him and crying and kissing him and laughing. It was odd how she could have so many emotions in just one word. But that's when the dream turned bad.
He saw Voldemort killing her painfully, and locking her in a dungeon and forgetting she was there. He saw terrible images, and they scared him.
But she's not here, he told himself. She's dead and there's nothing you can do about it.
In fact, from what he had heard earlier, he had just had a brush with death. He cursed Bellatrix under his breath; that women always knew how his brain worked. It was inhuman.
He heard activity going on downstairs, and he heard his mother screeching. Someone must've rung the doorbell again, he thought. But then he heard something that sounded very strange.
"It's Morgan!" shrieked Mrs. Weasley.
"End Seerious!" Mrs. Silverson yelped in her heavy French accent.
"That's impossible," came Remus's voice. "Morgan is dead and Sirius is upstairs."
"We need to see Sirius Black," came a voice that Sirius didn't recognize.
"We've been told that he lives here," said another voice, a girl's this time, that Sirius didn't know.
"'E cennot be deesturbed!" Mrs. Silverson shouted after them but, judging by the footsteps on the stairs, they weren't listening.
"You can't go in there!" Remus shouted, at a moment later two children, twins actually, burst into Sirius's bedroom.
"Romulus, he looks just like you," the girl whispered.
"Just like Mum said," the one called Romulus agreed.
"Who are you two?" Remus demanded, standing in the doorway.
"I can assure you that we are not spies for You-Know-Who or the Death Eaters," Romulus said, showing his left forearm. It was clean. No skeletal sign there.
"Anneliesse, show him your arm," Romulus whispered after a moment. The girl rolled up her sleeve and her arm was bare too.
"Then what are you doing here?" Sirius asked, sitting up tall in his bed.
Romulus and his twin sister Anneliesse turned toward him, glad to get away from the prying eyes of the werewolf.
"I'll be fine, Remus, you can leave," Sirius said when it became apparent that the two would not speak in Remus's prescense.
Remus muttered something under his breath and closed the door, but it was clear that he would be standing outside the door.
"Why do you need to see me?" Sirius asked.
The twins looked at each other. "Well, our mum actually told us we need to see James and Lily Potter," Anneliesse said boldly.
Sirius looked taken back.
"James and Lily died," he whispered. "Voldemort killed them personally."
The twins winced at the name, but had gasped when given the news.
"James and Lily are dead?!" Anneliesse yelped.
"Mum won't like that," Romulus said quietly, looking at the floor.
"Who is your mother?" Sirius asked curiously.
The twins exchanged glances again and Sirius thought he heard Anneliesse whisper, "I don't like lying, Romulus." And Romulus leaned closer to his sister's ear, but Sirius didn't hear what he said.
"We can't tell you that," Romulus said finally.
"But our mother needs your help," Anneliesse said quickly. "She told us to get Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs to help her."
"And that Wormtail is a dirty, no-good, fithy, lying rat," Romulus remembered.
Sirius chuckled.
"That's a very good description of old Wormy," he joked. But then the twins got this glint in their eyes, and Sirius stopped laughing. He was struck by something.
They looked just like Morgan and me, he realized at last. Down to the last detail.
And it was true. Anneliesse was pale and curvy, with long black hair and very flat bangs that would never fluff. Romulus looked like a slightly shorter, stockier version of Sirius, complete with dark eyes while his sister had blue.
"And now James is gone," Anneliesse said quietly. "Mum needs three people to help her. And she wanted it to be people she could trust."
"If you tell me your mother's name, I'm sure we can work something out," Sirius said kindly, getting out of bed.
"We can't tell you that," Anneliesse repeated firmly.
"Then at least tell me your last names," Sirius persisted.
Anneliesse and Romulus glanced at each other and whispered something inaudible. Then they turned to Sirius and said in unison, "Anderson."
"WHAT?!" Sirius yelped, falling back onto his bed.
"WHAT?!" came the echoeing shout and Remus burst in.
"Anderson," the twins repeated.
"But Morgan's siblings are all dead," Remus said. "Unless she survived....." He broke off and stared at the twins.
"Who is your father?" Remus asked suddenly.
"We never met him," Anneliesse said softly. "We've been living at Malfoy Manor since the day we were born."
"We never even saw the outside until just a few hours ago," Romulus admitted. "And Mum told us to come straight here."
Remus turned towards Sirius, who seemed to be in shock. "That would explain it," he said slowly. "Two children showing up out of the blue, who happen to look just like you and Morgan....And she was with child when she left," he added.
Sirius just sat there, his mouth opening and closing like a fish's.
Anneliesse giggled and walked over to him. Then, with a sharp thrust from her wrist, she snapped his jaw closed and Sirius blinked.
"But how did she escape?" he asked the girl.
"We don't know," Anneliesse admitted.
"But we do know that she stole Narcissa's wand," Romulus said helpfully.
"Never did like Narcissa," Remus muttered.
"We have to find her," Sirius said suddenly.
"But Sirius, we don't even know where she--"
"They do." Sirius pointed at the twins, who were now standing by the wall.
"Fine. But we'll need back-up," Remus said finally.
"We'll get it," Sirius said firmly. "But first we need Morgan."
Neither Remus nor sirius noticed Crookshanks streaking away in the direction that the twins had come.
A giant black cat silently prowled the forest, its huge paws making no noise as it jumped through the trees and landed safely on each tree branch. On its back was a grubby sack, full of things from Malfoy Manor.
Morgan Anderson was on the prowl.
She had transformed into her Animagus form shortly after the twins left. Since then, she had covered a lot of ground, never leaving pawprints, and sleeping in the shady trees. She knew that Romulus and Anneliesse would be able to find her.
A rustling noise forced Morgan to be silent. She laid her lean feline body down on a sturdy branch and waiting, crossing her huge front paws before her out of habit.
A furry orange streak jumped onto her back, startling Morgan so badly that she almost fell off her tree branch. Turning her massive black head to snap at the intruder, she would've jumped for joy if she was human.
Crookshanks sat on her back, looking very smug. His ugly, squashed face showed triumph, and he easily jumped off her back so she could transform back into a human.
"Oh Crookshanks, you clever, wonderful cat!" she whispered, hugging him and kissing him. "But you can't live with Sirius....." She studied her cat closely. "You live with a girl, don't you?" Crookshanks purred. Morgan laughed softly. "You're such a good boy, Crookshanks, but we have to get a move on."
Crookshanks jumped off the tree branch and landed with grace on the ground. Morgan landed next to him with matching cat-like stealth. The cobby orange tomcat then lead the way through the woods, avoiding brambles and ravines, but never straying onto a path. That would be dangerous.
Crookshanks finally stopped at a small cave nearly hidden by weeds. Morgan entered first, and Crookshanks strode in regally after her.
Morgan awoke to the sounds of many feet trampling the grass by her hiding place. Crookshanks had gone. Morgan cautiously peered out of the little burrow.
She couldn't see much, except for a pair of very old shoes underneath very shabby robes, long black robes, and--Anneliesse and Romulus! They were back! And there was Crookshanks!
Crookshanks strode toward the cave, bottlebrush tail held high, and pawed at Morgan's face. Morgan knew that her cat would never lead her into danger, so she climbed out. Her first sight surprised her.
"Remus!" Morgan cried, and flung herself into his embrace.
Remus chuckled. "It's good to see you too, Morgan," he said softly, patting her back.
Morgan pulled away; something behind Remus caught her attention.
"Sirius!"
"Morgan!"
The two embraced and for a long time, neither moved.
"I thought you were dead," Sirius whispered.
"I thought you were dead," Morgan whispered back, clinging to her fiance as though her life depended on it.
"Mum, chill out!" Romulus said after five minutes.
Anneliesse shuddered. "Stop being so mushy!" she said. "Who is this guy anyway?"
Morgan pulled away from Sirius and smiled at the twins.
"This," she said, leaning into Sirius again, "is your father."
Anneliesse's and Romulus's jaws dropped.
"No way!" they exclaimed together.
"Well," Anneliesse said to her brother after a moment, "he does look like you. And act like you. And talk like you. And--"
"I get the picture," Romulus said. Anneliesse blushed.
"Morgan, what happened the day you left?" Sirius asked suddenly.
BOOM!
Death Eaters surrounded the little clearing. Crookshanks arched his back and puffed out his fur, hissing like mad. Remus gripped his wand. Romulus and Anneliesse had fled to their mother's side.
"Talk later!" Morgan grabbed her children and ran.
"What's going on?" Remus asked, he and Sirius running at breakneck speed behind them.
"Voldemort....angry.....I escaped....took the twins....we're dead!" Morgan shouted as she stopped, Anneliesse and Romulus crashed into her, and Remus and Sirius crashed into them, and they went barreling over a cliff.
"Well, at least we know our dad!" Anneliesse cried as the ground loomed ever closer.
"Anneliesse, shut up!" Romulus said angrily. "This is no time to be saying our good-byes!"
"Stop bickering!" Remus shouted. "We'll be fine! We're going to--"
Suddenly a net flew down and closed around them. Anneliesse gripped Crookshanks in fear; Romulus held onto his sister for dear life. Morgan was thrown into Remus's arms and didn't dare move. Sirius looked petrified.
The net was hauled up and they were dropped unceremoniously on the ground. The horrible, snake-like face of Lord Voldemort loomed above them.
"Well, well, I see my precious kitty has escaped," he sneered. "Weren't you happy there?"
Morgan looked fiercer than Sirius had ever seen her before.
"So you think I'd enjoy being a prisoner in hell?" she spat. "And in case your little brain can't comprehend that, I'll make it easier for you to understand: NO!"
Voldemort looked shocked. Sirius's, Remus's, and the twins' jaws dropped. The Death Eaters looked confused.
"I can't believe she just said that!" Remus hissed.
"Mum's either very brave or extremely stupid," Anneliesse said, her eyes wide.
"But I respect either one," Romulus said, earning himself a punch on the arm from his sister.
"Are you stupid?" Voldemort asked suddenly.
"No, but you--" Morgan was silenced by Remus clapping his hand over her mouth.
Voldemort raised one thin eyebrow. "I see what you're doing," he said. "And it won't work."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sirius asked, getting kicked by Morgan.
Voldemort acted as though he hadn't spoken. Instead, he said to Morgan, "Do I look stupid? Do I look stupid to you?"
"You sure you want me to answer that, Tom?" Morgan snapped.
Voldemort's eyes flashed red.
"Because if you do, I'd have to say that my answer's yes," she continued, looking defiant.
Voldemort's abnormally long, white fingers shot from his cloak and cupped Morgan's cheek in a vice grip.
"I order you to shut up," he hissed.
"Why should I?" Morgan spat.
Voldemort's grip tightened. "Maybe your ears don't work very well."
"Yeah, too bad my nose works just fine." Morgan made gagging noises and Voldemort released her. But, to Sirius's surprise, he didn't kill her.
Then Sirius's eyes widened. He fancies her! Sirius realized. Voldemort fancies Morgan! That's why he didn't kill her all those years ago!
"Maybe you need a little persistence," Voldemort said casually, and three Death Eaters seized Anneliesse, Romulus, and Crookshanks. Crookshanks hissed like he was rabid and clawed his way around the Death Eater's face.
"Romulus! Anneliesse!" Morgan yelped. She turned to Voldemort, fury etched on her face. "You let them go."
"I will if you marry me," Voldemort said slyly.
Morgan's eyes widened and she desperately fought the wave of sickness that had swept over her.
Voldemort shrugged. "Maybe you need a little help."
Two more Death Eaters seized Remus and Sirius. The Death Eaters were big and bulkly and probably pretty stupid, and the boys were no match for them.
"Remus!" Morgan cried. "Sirius!"
"Don't do anything he says, Mum!" Anneliesse gasped.
"Don't worry about us!" Romulus said.
"Silence them," Voldemort ordered.
The two Death Eaters closed their thick hands around the twins's throats. The more they talked, the tighter the hold.
"Mum, don't do it!" Anneliesse choked out.
"We're.....not.....worth...it!" Romulus's face was a faint shade of purple, and his eyes seemed glassy.
"ROMULUS!" Morgan screeched, making a break for her son.
"Stop her!" Voldemort shouted.
Morgan dodged a few Death Eaters and kicked many of them in a very tender place. She reached her son fairly quickly and with a few well-placed punches, Romulus could breathe again. She then helped Anneliesse. Crookshanks was fighting his own battle and won.
The three humans and Crookshanks then took care of Sirius's and Remus's attackers. Crookshanks clawed their faces; Anneliesse, who knew martial arts, kicked them in the head; Romulus triumphantly cracked their heads together. The twins slapped high-fives as Morgan embraced Sirius and Remus.
"GET--THIS--BEAST--OFF--ME!" Voldemort bellowed.
Morgan looked on in horror as Crookshanks clawed Voldemort's pale face.
"Crookshanks, NO!"
But the cat was determined. He clawed deeper and deeper. But then, Voldemort had had enough.
"Vile beast!" he screeched and threw the cat off him. As Crookshanks sailed through the air, he raised his wand, ready to kill the tomcat.
"Avada--"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Kedvra!"
A flash of green light, and an orange heap was all that remained of Morgan's faithful pet.
"You monster!" she screeched, raising Narcissa's stolen wand. "I'll kill you!"
"Morgan, no--"
"Morgan, stop--"
"Mum, no, don't do it--"
"MUM--"
But no amount of pleading could stop Morgan from what she did next.
"THIS IS FOR EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER HURT!" she yowled, raising the wand. "AVADA KEDVRA!"
A scream of terror, and he was gone. Voldemort could no longer harm the innocent people of the world.
The Death Eaters fled. With their master gone, they would be next and they knew it.
Morgan spied one cloak that she recognized.
"You! STOP!"
She fled after him, and finally pounced him from behind. Wormtail's wild eyes stared back at her.
"Please, Morgan, I'm your friend!" he pleaded. "I was forced, I swear!"
"You seem to have been forced to do a lot of things, Wormtail," Morgan said coldly, the stolen wand still raised.
"Morgan, no, get off him," Sirius said, pulling her up.
"Let him go to Azkaban," Remus said, glaring at the little man cowering on the ground. "Voldemort may not have been human, but Peter is. I will not allow you to become a murderer." From his tone, it was very clear that his deep love for her wouldn't allow to her to do anything stupid.
Morgan glanced from Sirius's firm face, to Remus's stern one, to her children's frightened ones.
She nodded and then slumped to the ground in a dead faint.
"I hope she wakes up soon," someone was saying. "It's been days."
"I just hope she wakes up," said a mournful voice.
"Mum, wake up!"
"Mum, please!"
Morgan heard these voices, but she could not seem to will her eyes open. They concealed her in blackness; she feel vulnerable and exposed. But then a thought coursed through her mind.
What had happened to Crookshanks?
Morgan's eyes flew open and she sat up in bed, ignoring the sudden headrush, and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"Morgan, lay back down," said Remus, gently pushing her back down.
"It'll be all right," Sirius was saying, placing the sheets over her.
"Where's Crookshanks?" Morgan demanded, refusing to lay down. "Where is my cat?"
A bushy-haired girl Morgan had never seen before moaned at the mention of the cat. A black- haired boy who looked just like James rushed to comfort her.
Remus and Sirius exchanged glances. Anneliesse lay buried in her brother's arms, sobbing.
"Where is my cat?" Morgan repeated. "What happened to him?"
"Morgan, do you, er, remember anything before you came to the hospital?" Remus asked slowly.
Morgan's eyes widened. "Yes. I remember Voldemort had ordered his stupid cronies to attack you.....and then I helped you escape....and Crookshanks....." She broke off, staring at her pale hands. Big, fat tears dropped silently onto the pressed linen sheets. "He killed Crookshanks......"
"Morgan, it'll be alright," Sirius said, placing his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "We'll get married and live in beautiful old house, just like you wanted, and we'll get a new cat--"
"I don't want a new cat," Morgan whispered. "I want Crookshanks."
Suddenly, a silver-blonde-haired girl that Morgan had never seen before stepped forward, holding a squirming bundle.
"Um, you don't know me," she said slowly, "but I'm Sirius's cousin." She held out the bundle. "I know it's not Crookshanks, but my cat Aisha just had kittens and I thought you might like this one."
Morgan took the bundle, which wiggled cutely, and unwrapped the blanket. A cute orange head poked out from the white mass of wool, and meowed sweetly.
"Crookshanks," Morgan whispered.
"You always did say that he looked out for you," Remus said.
"The father is Crookshanks," the blonde girl added.
Morgan's eyes filled with tears.
Crookshanks, I knew you'd always look after me, she thought. You are such a smart cat.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the minister said joyously.
Morgan smiled at Sirius, who grinned back, and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Anneliesse and Romulus made faces and looked away, causing much laughter among the shouts and cheers from practically the entire wizarding community of Britain.
Sirius's name had been cleared when Carlos Silverson, Parker's father, brought in Peter and had him tell the truth of what happened all those years ago via Veritaserum, and Sirius was now a well- respected member of society.
Remus, the best man, smiled at Harry, who was one of the ushers, along with Ron, although Remus knew he'd much rather be the one Morgan was kissing. Parker and Hermione were the bridesmaids. And Anneliesse and Romulus, of course, were the ring-bearer and flower-girl.
"I told you everything would be alright," Morgan teased. Sirius just grinned and pulled her into another kiss.
"MUM! Tell Romulus to stop annoying me!" Anneliesse shouted as she ran down the stairs.
"Anneliesse started it!" Romulus protested. "She threw a bunch of Dungbombs into my bed!"
"Well you deserved it!" Anneliesse shot back. "You were reading my diary!"
"You don't have a diary!" yelled Romulus, exasperated. "It was this little blue book--"
"That was my diary!"
"Since when do you keep a diary?!"
"Since I felt like it!"
"Anneliesse! Romulus! Stop it this instant or you'll both be sent to bed without dinner!" Morgan scolded, coming into the hallway. "I can't give you dinner until I am done! Now be quiet and I'll make you sone homemade ice cream."
Anneliesse and Romulus went back upstairs, grumbling and shooting quiet insults at each other.
Morgan trooped back into the kitchen where Sirius was reading The Daily Prophet and a huge stack of papers sat opposite of him.
She sunk into a chair and immediately started writing, ignoring the cramps in her hand. With only the occasional noise from upstairs, Morgan worked in silence.
Sirius had bought a big old mansion before their wedding, just outside of London, seeing as how he refused to return to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. It had three floors, plenty of rooms, and a lot of stuff to fill. Empty cabinets, empty drawers, empty closets.....There was so much to be done!
"Finished," Morgan said triumphantly thirty minutes later.
"Ah, what are you working on this time?" Sirius asked with the air of a writing critic.
Morgan laughed. "It's called How To Win A Guy In LESS Than Eighteen Years: The True Story of Sirius Black and Morgan Anderson-Black."
"No, really, what's it called?" Sirius said, carefully folding the newspaper and placing it on the chair next to him. Then he adopted a hillbilly accent and said, "'Cause I'd sure like to know."
Morgan laughed and gently punched him in the arm.
"Sometimes I wonder why I married you," she joked. She used her wand to bind the pieces of parchment together before saying, "It's called Like I've Got Nothing To Do But Think About You: The True Story of Sirius Black and Morgan Anderson-Black. It starts way back before we attended Hogwarts and ends just after you bought the house."
"Sounds good," Sirius said, "but why would you want to spend all the time writing that book when the newspapers are publishing it every chance they can get?"
"Because eveything they say is wrong." The way Morgan replied, it was as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I knew I married you for a good reason," Sirius said playfully, wrapping his arms around her.
Upstairs, Anneliesse, holding the little kitten Crookshanks, and Romulus looked at each other.
"Mum, can we have a Chocolate Frog?" they asked.
Morgan, who had not really heard the question, said, "Yeah, go ahead."
Anneliesse and Romulus grinned and slapped high-fives. Get their parents to be all mushy, and the kids get candy.....Works every time.
Meanwhile, the our photographic people on the wall exchanged glances and cracked up. It was a picture of the Blacks in front of their new home.
Morgan looked more beautiful than ever; Sirius looked tanned and handsome. Anneliesse and Romulus had their arms around each others' shoulders and were grinning like maniacs. Crookshanks the kitten, however, took the opportunity to play with the loose strands of Morgan's hair.
And so ends another normal day in the Black household.
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