Chapter 10

Sirius sat, bouncing his leg in Dumbledore's office, as he waited. Waited as he tapped the letter against his other leg. Jumping to his feet, he spun around as the door opened, allowing Minerva and Ahsoka entry.

Ahsoka paused, nervously looking at Sirius. Or, more specifically, the letter still held tightly in his hand. Cautiously, slowly taking a step forward, father and daughter met in the middle of the room.

"Hi." came the quiet whisper, Ahsoka had to force it out. Afraid to speak louder.

"Hey," Sirius says. He then almost awkwardly holds up the letter. "I read your letter." He chuckles, "I'm gonna be honest, this is exactly how I would have written a letter like this."

Ahsoka smiled, "glad you enjoyed it."

"You got me with the glitter." Sirius laughed.

Ahsoka's smile grew into a grin, "Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here all week!"

Sirius chuckled again as he looked at Ahsoka. "You are definitely my daughter."

Ahsoka grinned happily at him. Her smile stretched across her whole face, reaching up to her eyes, as she bounced on her toes.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, bringing attention back to him and McGonagall.

"If the two of you would take your seats, we can begin." Dumbledore said, gesturing to the chairs opposite him.

Once they had all sat down, Dumbledore began by saying, "I have some unfortunate news."

The other three occupants in the room looked at the headmaster in concern.

"Unfortunately," Dumbledore said, his fingers pressed together. "Professor Snape has kicked you, Miss Zonko, out of his class. And refuses to teach you potions any more."

The room was silent.

"Cool." Everyone turned to stare at Ahsoka. "Coo, coo cachoo."

"Um, Ahsoka?" Sirius said.

"Hm?"

"What happened? Why did Snape kick you out?" Sirius asked.

"Why are you asking me?" Ahsoka said.

"I'm asking for your side of the story."

Ahsoka floundered for a moment, then Dumbledore spoke up. "Perhaps I can tell you what Professor Snape told me, and then Miss Zonko can tell us her side?"

Sirius and Ahsoka nod in agreement, and so Dumbledore tells them. He tells them everything that Snape told him. Once he finished speaking, the room was silent.

Sirius slowly turned to Ahsoka. "You called Snape," Sirius said, trying not to laugh, and failing. "You called him 'Man-Bat'?"

"Well - he - he started it!" Ahsoka cried, throwing her arms up in the air.

Sirius started laughing. Putting a hand to his face to try to muffle his chuckles. When he got a hold of himself, he looked up to see Ahsoka pouting at him.

Clearing his throat, but not managing to wipe the smile off his face as he said, "Now, what is your side of the story?"

Ahsoka took a deep breath, then dove into the story. Starting with finding out who her dad is, and going from there. She got really animated in her story telling. By the end of it, Ahsoka looked at the three adults. Her eyes settled on Sirius. Waiting for them to say something, anything.

"You know," Sirius said thoughtfully, "I went to school with that greasy bastard, and I have to say, that overgrown dungeon-bat hasn't changed one bit."

"Mr Black!" McGonagall scolded.

"What?" Sirius said, "Ahsoka right. Snape started it! After all, he did say that she was going to end up in Azkaban! If I had known that Ahsoka was my daughter before then, and I knew that he said that to her? I would have pulled her out of his class immediately! At the very least!"

"The fact of the matter is," Dumbledore said, trying to bring the conversation back on topic. "Professor Snape has refused to teach Ahsoka any longer. So, she is going to need a tutor. Someone to teach her potions, so that she doesn't fall behind everyone else in her year."

Sirius and the professors then dove into discussing different options for Ahsoka. Leaving Ahsoka to think (A dangerous pastime).

I know.

"I'd like to pull Harry from Snape's class too, and have him be taught by the tutor as well." Ahsoka's head snapped up at hearing Sirius' words.

Her mind went into overdrive, thinking, "Maybe…"

"So," Dumbledore said, looking around at everyone else. "If that is everything? Ahsoka and Harry will be pulled from Professor Snape's class. Anything else?"

Now or never! Ahsoka pumped herself up.

"Well then,"

"Actually," Ahsoka said, her hand in the air as if she was back in the classroom, but really it was to make sure that they saw that she was trying to get their attention. "I have something to add."

Everyone, the professors, Sirius, Fawks, even the portraits gave her their attention. It was a little unnerving, if she was completely honest. Taking a deep breath, Ahsoka spoke.

"I was wondering if we could also pull Neville Longbottom out of Snape's class to be taught by the tutor as well," Ahsoka said, doing her best not to trip over her own tongue in her nervousness.

They all looked at her, but Ahsoka, stomping down her insecurities, stared back.

"If I may ask, why?" McGonagall said. "Why do you want to have Mr Longbottom pulled from Professor Snape's class as well?"

Taking a breath to gather her thoughts, Ahsoka said, "Do you remember at the beginning of the school year, at the first DADA lesson that Professor Lupin did for the third years?"

Dumbledore and McGonagall nodded, trying to hide and suppress their smiles. Sirius looked at them in confusion.

"No…what happened?"

Ahsoka turned to him, "Professor Lupin taught us about Boggarts. It was a practical lesson. He asked Neville to be the first one to face the boggart. It turned into Snape."

Sirius' mouth fell open, he turned to Dumbledore. "Why,"

"Lupin then had Neville force boggart Snape in Neville's grandmother's clothes."

Sirius began to shake and quake. Trying with all his might not to laugh, to at least try and set a good example for his daughter.

"I've got pictures!" Ahsoka grinned happily.

And then, Sirius was lost to us. When he finally came up for air, he said with a grin stretched so far across his face that it looked almost painful. "Did - did - did - did he - hehehe - did he have-"

Luckily, Ahsoka seemed to know what it was he was trying to say. Because she grinned right back, and said, "Everything. Stuffed vulture and all."

Sirius went back to laughing. He laughed so hard that he clutched at the stitch in his side. "Oh, I can't breathe!"

Finally, it seemed that McGonagall had had enough, because she cast a sobering charm at Sirius. Calming him right down.

"I want to see that picture." Sirius said.

"I still need to get them developed." Ahsoka shrugged.

Sirius nodded, "Still."

"Anyway," Ahsoka continued. "I've seen how Snape treats Neville, and I've heard the stories of the last two years. The mere fact that Snape, our Potions professor, is the thing that Neville is most afraid of, when he has what happened to his parents-"

"Excuse me, wait." Dumbledore said, holding up a hand, "You know what happened to Mr Longbottom's parents?"

"Um…yeah." Ahsoka sank down in her seat a little, "but I mean, It's not like it's hard to find! It's public record!"

"You should have still respected Mr Longbottom's privacy." McGonagall said, looking at her over glasses.

"Yes ma'am." Ahsoka said, looking down at her shoes.

"You were saying, Miss Zonko?" Dumbledore said.

Ahsoka looked up, swallowing, she continued. "Neville has what happened to his parents, and if I understand the hints he's been dropping, he remembers that night. Yet, It's Snape that he's most afraid of."

The room was silent for a moment. Then McGonagall said seriously, "What do you mean, that Mr Longbottom remembers that night?"

"There are hints and clues that Neville remembers that night." Ahsoka said uncomfortably. "...Just like there's hints and clues that Harry remembers the night his parents were killed."

Penelope stands outside the apartment of Sirius Black. He had sent her a letter asking her to come over to talk. And now, here she stands, an hour after she got the letter, debating with herself if she should knock. She was just about to turn around and walk away, when the door opened.

"In case you were wondering," Sirius said, his arms folded across his broad chest, as he leaned against the door frame. "Didn't invite you over here to kill you."

Penelope looked up at his face. Goatee trimmed, and his raven mane trimmed and pulled back into a manbun. If it wasn't for the mileage he was sporting, and the unusually serious look on his face, Penelope would have thought that she was back in 1979. To the last time she saw him.

"Well, are you coming in, or are you going to stand out there all day?" Penelope blinked her eyes, and saw that Sirius was no longer leaning against the door frame. Instead, he was holding the door open.

Steeling her nerves, Penelope walked the necessary three steps to cross the threshold. Sirius closed the door behind her, then led her to the kitchen slash dining room.

"Hungry?"

"Hm?" Penelope looked over from where she was examining the one photo still hanging on the wall. Even though the photos around it had been taken down. She could tell by the discoloring in the wallpaper.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" Sirius pointed to the pot on the stove with a spatula, "It's about dinner time, so I made some food."

"Oh!" Penelope said, surprised. "Um, yes please. If you don't mind."

Penelope sat down at the table, while Sirius brought over two plates of food. Setting one down in front of her, Penelope felt like she had been stabbed in the heart as she looked at what was on her plate. Shepherds Pie, her favorite.

They ate in silence. The awkwardness grew by the minute. Sirius seemed to not notice, but Penelope did. And by the time Sirius finished, Penelope had only been able to eat half of what was on her plate. She ended up pushing her food around with her fork, not able to eat one more bite. Her stomach was twisting itself in knots.

With a swish of his wand the table was cleared, the dishes were washed, and the food was packed away. Finally, Penelope couldn't take it any longer.

"Why did you ask me here, Sirius?" Penelope asked.

Sirius stopped in the kitchen doorway.

"Please just tell me!" Penelope pleaded.

Sirius sighed, "You always did hate it when I kept you waiting. Kept you guessing."

He finally turned around, "Fine, you want to know why I asked you here? Okay."

Walking back to the table, he pulled out a letter that had clearly been read over and over again, wrinkled and stained, on the table. "Explain this, if you can?"

Penelope reached out and slowly picked up the folded parchment. Carefully unfolding it, she began to read. Tears splattered across the page. It was only after she had finished that in some far reaching space in her mind, she realized that those were her tears.

Looking up Penelope was struck by the look on Sirius' face. Never before had he ever looked at her like that. But then again, Sirius has never been this angry with her, or anyone else for that matter. Wormtail came close, but not quite.

"Sirius, I can explain."

"Really?" Sirius said, sarcastically. "That's good, because I would love one… Well?"

"I," Penelope took a shaky breath. "I thought you were a Death Eater!"

"What?" Sirius said. He rubs at his ear, "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly. I thought you said that, you thought I was a Death Eater."

"Yes." Penelope says quietly.

"...You're going to have to explain that."

"I was afraid that you were a Death Eater, and then when you were arrested and sent to Azkaban for being a Death Eater, well… what was I supposed to think?!"

"What do you mean, 'what was I supposed to think? How was I supposed to know?'?! You were my girlfriend!" Sirius said, hurt that she would ever think that. "And what do you mean that you were worried that I was a Death Eater?!"

"Back in November and December of 1979, you would disappear! Almost every day, for weeks! You never told me where you were going! Your friends, either didn't know, or they were covering for you, because they never told me anything either! I thought that you were either cheating on me, or a Death Eater! And then you got arrested! So what was I supposed to think, Sirius?!" Penelope said, taking great gulps of air when she finished.

"Well," Sirius said softly, yet the anger and hurt he was feeling still vibrated in his voice. "Now you know that I'm not a Death Eater. Would you like to see my arms to prove it?"

Penelope just stared at him. Not having the courage to speak, so instead she just shook her head no.

"Hey Penelope," Sirius said suddenly, "real quick, could you open the drawer behind you, and grab the box at the very back of it?"

Penelope stood, and opening the drawer, reached all the way in the back like Sirius said. Grabbing the box, she pulled back, closing the drawer on instinct.

Suddenly her breathing became ragged. Penelope slowly turned around to look at Sirius. In her hands was a small jewelry box, covered in dust. And inside it, innocently, delicately, lay the Lady Black Engagement Ring.

Sirius held up his hand, seeing that Penelope was about to say something through her tears. "Don't." Sirius said seriously, angrily. His jaw clenched, and his voice shook. "Don't expect me to ask, because that ship sailed a long time ago. Especially after I found out how you treated our daughter. Yes, I know. What were you thinking? You know how Walburga treated me and my brother! And you decide to raise our daughter the same way?! Did you really hate me so much that you would forever scar our daughter, because she's my daughter?"

"No. Sirius," Penelope reached out to him, but Sirius backed away, out of her reach. He held his hands out towards her, to keep her away. Penelope stopped, hurt written all over her face.

"Please, Penelope. Please help me understand why you did this." Sirius asked.

"I was scared." Penelope said, closing her eyes. "It didn't start out like that. I was afraid that because Ahsoka was the child of a Death Eater, that she would become one. So I thought that if Ahsoka was so focused on her studies and academics, and her pranks, that she wouldn't have time to become a-a-"

"A Death Eater." Sirius said. Penelope looked up at him, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Sirius," Penelope said, her voice cracking, "I am so sorry."

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to Ahsoka. To our daughter."

"I've tried. She hates me." Penelope cried softly.

"Understandable."

Penelope's jaw dropped.

"After all, I hate Walburga."

Penelope looked down, then realizing that she was still holding the ring box, she gently placed it on the table.

"It took me forever to get that ring." Sirius commented, as he too looked at the ring. "It's why I kept disappearing all the time for weeks. In '79, I went to my Grandfather, asking for the ring. I don't know how, but somehow Walburga found out. She showed up with an entourage. Saying how my Grandfather couldn't give me the ring because I'm not part of the family, because I was disowned when I was sixteen. Grandpa shut her down. Saying that, she had disowned me. However, he, my grandfather, had never disowned me. So I was still, technically, the heir to the Black family.

"She still made a fuss about it. Making me fight for the right to have the ring. Using family traditions and protocols that my Grandfather had no choice but to follow." Sirius scoffed. "Took me six weeks to get that ring! After six weeks, Grandfather finally had enough, and put his foot down when Walburga tried using a fake and bogus protocol. Boy was she pissed when he finally handed me the ring, and kicked her and her entire group out of the house."

Sirius snorted, chuckling lightly as he remembered that morning. But he quickly sobered. "The only ones outside of the Black family who knew about me planning on proposing, were James and Lily. They had even helped me plan out the perfect romantic proposal."

Sirius sighed, shaking his head, "that's why I didn't tell you where I was going. Because it would have ruined the surprise. But then, I came home, to this very apartment, to find you and all of your belongings, gone. You didn't even bother writing a note, telling me why you left."

Penelope closed her eyes, her shoulders slumping, trying to contain her sobs as she was realizing just how big of an idiot she was.

Sirius looks up at her, as though he just realized something. "You know, there was about a year between when you left, and when I got arrested. Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Why didn't you tell me about Ahsoka? And why did you name her Ahsoka anyway?"

Penelope tentatively looked up, sighing she said, "because of you disappearing on me, plus the fact of the way you were raised, I was scared that you wouldn't want to be a dad."

Sirius looked at her with his jaw on the floor. "Really? You thought that-"

"I thought," Penelope said quickly, trying to clear everything up, "because of the way that you were raised, that you either wouldn't want to be a dad. Or you would be too scared that you would make the same mistakes. Plus! You never said or even mentioned that you wanted kids, or marriage. How was I supposed to know?"

Sirius rubbed his hands on his face, trying to wrap his brain around what she was saying. "Okay. And the other thing? Why did you name her Ahsoka?"

"Oh!" Penelope said. She got a far away look as she remembered. "Well, when I was about six months pregnant, I went to a highly respected seer. I told the seer that I didn't want to know about myself, I was there for my baby. I wanted to know what kind of person she would become. Just as much information as the seer was willing to give me. Then, near the end of the session, I asked what I should name her. I told the seer about your family's tradition about naming their children after stars and constellations. But I didn't want to do that. Thought it would be funny if the next heiress had a name that they wouldn't have approved of. Then I told her about your love of the muggle movie franchise, Star Wars. I said something about how, I was thinking about how I liked the idea of using a name from Star Wars. How the name would technically be space related, but not at all aligned with their traditions. And just rub it in their snobby faces. And then the seer gave me the name 'Ahsoka'. I'm not a fanatic of Star Wars, but I have seen all of the films. And I don't remember there ever being an 'Ahsoka'. So I mentioned this to her. She just said, 'Trust me.'"

Sirius smiled, chickling. "Oh, Walburga would be turning in her grave if she knew that the heir of the Black family was named after a character from Star Wars. Ahsoka is a Fandom Baby!"

The two of them laughed together for a moment. Then the moment passed, and the depressive hurt and anger fueled air seemed to press down upon them once more.

"After you were arrested, I couldn't stay in England any longer. There were too many memories. I had to get away. Then my dad offered me the perfect opportunity. Go to America and expand Zonko Enterprise." Penelope explained, "this would be the first time I've been back in England since."

Penelope looked up at Sirius. "If I could go back, knowing what I know now, I never would have left. I am so sorry, Sirius."

"...We can't go back." Sirius said, looking at the woman he had once hoped to marry. "We can only move forward."

"Can," Penelope swallowed, taking a deep breath. "Can we try to start over? For Ahsoka sake? I know that we will more than likely never be what we once were, but,"

Sirius stared at her for a moment, weighing the options. "We can try."

Penelope breathed a sigh of relief.

"But," Sirius said, holding up his hand. "There are some conditions and boundaries. First off, I don't ever, want to ever see, or hear of you abusing Ahsoka ever again. If that happens, I will take Ahsoka, and we are gone. I will file for full custody. Understand? Because contrary to what you thought when we were together, while yes, I have been absolutely terrified that I'd accidentally screw up any kid I had. But, I've always wanted to be a dad. Partially, out of spite. To prove to my parents that I can raise my kids better than they did me and Regulus. So, please tell me you understand this?"

"Of course. I promise, never again. I will never treat Ahsoka the way I did." Penelope said.

"That's not a promise you need to make to me. Another thing, I'm taking in my godson Harry Potter. If that is a deal breaker, tell me now, because I am not sending him back to live with the 'people' that dare call themselves his relatives."

"Hey," Penelope said, getting Sirius' attention. "It's more than okay with me. I'm okay with it."

Sirius sighed heavily. Then after gathering his thoughts, he said, "Another thing, I want both you and Ahsoka to go see a mind healer. I'm gonna have Harry have a full work up. I just know that those bastards did something to him."

"Okay."

Sirius looked at companion. "Okay?"

"Okay. I'll do it. Though, you might have to be the one to talk to Ahsoka about seeing a mind healer. She still hasn't talked to me since I told her about you."

"Hey Hermione," Ahsoka said, sitting down next to the studious girl in the common room. "What cha doin'?"

"Inputting my latest grades into this chart, to make sure that I am on track to make my career goals." Hermione said, while not looking up from her parchment.

"Um, Hermione," Ahsoka said, as everyone close by had stopped to stare at the two of them. "We're not even halfway through our third year. I mean," She looked around at everyone else, before turning back to Hermione, "What are you even planning on becoming?"

"Minister for Magic." Hermione said casually.

"Hm." Ahsoka nodded in consideration. "I can see that, actually."

"What do you want to do when you grow up, Ahsoka?" Hermione asked, finally looking up.

That brought Ahsoka up short. What did she want to be when she grew up? She didn't know. Shrugging, she told them as much.

"Well," Hermione said, thinking of ideas, trying to be helpful. "What about an Auror?"

"Too much paperwork." Ahsoka shook her head. And I'd probably end up killing all of the criminals I come across.

"What about a teacher?" Harry suggested.

Ahsoka looked at him, her left eyebrow slowly raising, "If I were to ever become a teacher, I would have a rule that I wouldn't change."

"What?" the group of friends leaned in.

"No homework."

"Can you be our teacher?" Ron pleaded.

"Okay, that's not entirely accurate. I would have homework. But it would only be for a punishment. Like its creator did."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Did you know that the creator of homework was a French man." Ahsoka said.

"Damn the french!" Seamus snarled, thumping his fist on the arm rest.

"Isn't that a little hypocritical of you, Bomb Voyage?" Ahsoka said. (AN: I know that The Incredibles came out in 2004, but I thought that the nickname was too perfect to pass up. So I've tweaked the timeline so that the movie came out in the summer of '93.)

The group fell silent, as they all turned to look at her.

"What did you just call me?" Seamus asked.

"Bomb Voyage." Ahsoka shrugged. "He's a character,"

"I know who he is." Seamus said. "But, why?"

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. "I thought that it would be rather obvious. Seamus you can't go one day without blowing something up."

"She's got a point you know." Ron said.

"Point taken." Seamus nodded slowly. "I do like the boom."

"Hey Ahsoka," Dean said, a grin pulling at his lips. "Do you have nicknames for the rest of us?"

Ahsoka opened her mouth to answer, but was saved by the bell. Or, in this case, McGonagall coming through the portrait hole. Turning to give the professor their full attention, McGonagall said, "Mr Potter, Miss Zonko, would the two of you please follow me?"

Standing, Harry and Ahsoka looked at eachother. Both wondering the same thing. What did I do now?

Though Ahsoka's thoughts added, I haven't done anything in the last, she checks her watch. Four hours. Atleast, not that they should be aware of… Yet.

McGonagall led them to an unused room on the fourth floor. Upon stepping inside, they were greeted by Sirius and Professor Lupin.

"Sirius? Professor?" They said, looking between the two men standing there, talking to each other.

"Harry, Ahsoka, come on in." Sirius said, smiling and inviting them in.

They shuffled inside, and sat on the chairs they were given. Thinking they were about to get in trouble for something, they sat quietly.

"Alright, I'm going to go. I've got homework assignments to grade." Professor Lupin said, waving goodbye as he left.

"See ya, Moony." Sirius waved back.

He sat in the third and final chair around the small table. After a moment or two of awkward silence, Sirius tried to figure out how to start this conversation. Thinking, What would Moony Saw? You know what, screw it. I'm Sirius Freaking Black! I don't beat around the bush. Sirius finally spoke.

"Okay, I'm just going to come out and say it. Do you two want to come spend Christmas with me?"

"Really?" Harry said, the spark of hope that he had been hiding ever since he found out that Sirius is his godfather made its presence known in his chest. "You want to spend Christmas with us?"

"Yeah. Of course I do." Sirius said.

Ahsoka on the other hand, while she was happy and excited to spend Christmas with a parent who seemed to actually want to spend it with her. But couldn't help but wonder when the other shoe was going to drop.

"In fact," Sirius said slowly, "When the school year is over, do you want to come live with me?"

Ahsoka and Harry were both silent. They looked at each other in shock, before looking back at Sirius. "Really?"

"Really. But I'd completely understand if didn't-"

"I'd love to! Do you have a house? When can I move in?" Sirius' snapped up, to look at Harry's smiling face. Smiling back, he then looked at Ahsoka.

"What about you Ahsoka?" Sirius said nervously. Harry looked at her still smiling.

She looked between them, biting her lip as she thought. Looking down at her fidgeting hands Ahsoka said, "I don't know. Mother would never allow-"

"I've already talked to her."

Ahsoka looked at him. It seemed that Harry's hope was infectious, because she was beginning to feel its effects too, despite trying to stomp on it. Sirius smiled at the look on her face, though it was pained (and slightly angry).

"She's gonna let me stay with you?" Ahsoka asked, she hated how small and weak her voice came out.

"Your mum is going to be spending Christmas with us as well actually." Sirius said, you could hear the apology in his voice.

Ahsoka's face, and hopes fell. And there's the other shoe.

"Hey now, don't be like that." Sirius said. "Penelope and I have had a long serious talk, and a lot of things are going to be different."

"Yeah right." Ahsoka mumbled.

Sirius sighed, and reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a letter. "Here, this is for you."

Ahsoka tentatively took it, then when she saw who it was from, her face hardened. She was sorely tempted to just set it on fire.

"At least read it first," Sirius seemed to know what she was thinking. "Please?"

Ahsoka sighed heavily through her nose, disgruntled, as she ripped the letter open. Thinking to just get it over with. She started reading, being immovable in her convictions, but as she read, she found it harder and harder. At the end, she folded the letter back up, and set it to the side.

Harry and Sirius waited for her judgment.

"Words mean nothing." Ahsoka said, her voice just as cold as her words. "Unless proven with action. I won't believe anything she says until then."

"Understandable." Sirius nodded in agreement solemnly. He then clapped his hands once, and said in a much brighter tone, "Now, what have you two been up to?"

"Not much." Harry shrugged. "Classes, the usual."

"Luke, you're being modest." Ahsoka said she then turned to Sirius. "He's the Gryffindor's Seeker. He got on the team back in first year, from what I hear. I've seen him fly. He's amazing up in the air."

"Really?" says Sirius, turning to Harry. "You know, not even your dad got on the team in our first year."

"Really?" Harry asked, excited to hear about his parents.

"Yeah. He was a chaser. I was the keeper." Sirius said, grinning. He looked at Ahsoka. "What about you Ahsoka? Do you play?"

"I'm not on the team." Ahsoka shrugged.

"Why not?"

"There aren't any positions open." Harry interjected.

"Hm." Sirius nodded. "Do you like flying?"

A smile crept up on Ahsoka, "Yeah." then her face fell, "But, I don't get to fly as much as I would like. My studies and all that."

"Hm, well then," Sirius said, doing his best to hide the fact that he wasn't happy. "We'll just have to change that, won't we?"

Ahsoka smiled despite herself, as she looked between Sirius and Harry. Both were smiling at her.

"Wait!" Sirius said, breaking the moment. "What did you call Harry?"

"When?" Ahsoka said, confused.

"Before, like a minute ago."

"Um, Luke?"

"...You called Harry, Luke?" Sirius looked at her dumbfounded.

"Ahsoka is the one who gave our entire friend group their nicknames." Harry pointed out.

"Did you, by any chance, mean Luke Skywalker?" Sirius said, hopeful.

"Uh, yes…"

"You've seen Star Wars!" Sirius said, you could practically see the stars in his eyes.

"Yeah, they're my favorite movies."

Sirius grinned, and looked at Ahsoka in a new light. "You know, when I was a student, I had an owl. I named him Jabba."

Ahsoka giggled, "Jabba the Owl!"

"Exactly!"

"My owl, I call him Chewy." Ahsoka grinned.

"What kind of owl is he?"

"Blakiston fish owl."

"I don't think I've ever heard of that kind of owl."

"It's native to America. And it's the world's largest owl."

"Really?" Harry said.

"Yeah. He's got a wing span of six feet. And is two and a half feet tall. He's about as big as a Bald Eagle. He's huge."

"Wow." Harry and Sirius said, both rather impressed.

"Yeah. He's such a good bird. I-"

The door opens, and Professor Lupin walks in looking like he was trying to pass a fart, but just couldn't manage it.

"Uh, Moony?" Sirius said, lips twitching, "you okay?"

Lupin's voice shook as he said, "Who did it?"

"Did what?" asked Harry.

"Who set the miniature dinosaurs on Malfoy?"

Sirius and Harry's jaws dropped. Then, so did they. They had to hold onto the table to keep from falling, they were laughing so hard.

Ahsoka looked at her watch. "Right on time."

Everyone looked at her. Lupin said, slightly stunned, "They've only been going after Malfoy! He is currently running around the Great Hall, screaming, while tiny dinosaurs are chasing him!"

"He's in the Great Hall?" Ahsoka asked, jumping up and running out of the room.

Everyone was chasing after her. She made it to the great hall just in time to see Malfoy run past, with the little frog sized dinos chasing him. Ahsoka thanked all of her lucky stars that she always carries her camera with her. She managed to get a shot of Malfoy running past, and then another. This one where the tiny pterodactyl decided to use Malfoy's head as a perch. Which only caused him to scream even louder.

Maybe it was going to make the shiny stringy tinsel into a nest?

The others finally caught up with her. Taking a moment to admire Ahsoka's handiwork, Remus and Sirius then pulled her into an unused classroom. Harry sneaked into the room, before the door closed.

"Ahsoka, you did that?" Sirius asked.

Ahsoka shrugged, "Yeah."

"How? Why? And how long is it going to last?" Professor Lupin asked.

"Um," Ahsoka said, thinking back, "It'll only last for about an hour, before the tiny dinos will turn back into what they actually are. 'How?' Magic."

Lupin gave her a deadpanned look, "And, why?"

"Because he was being a bully to Harry and our friends." Ahsoka shrugged.

"The Jurassic Era." They all jumped and turned around to see Harry standing there.

"Harry what did you say?" Lupin said.

Harry looked up at them.

"Go ahead, Harry." Ahsoka said, smiling crookedly.

"About a week ago, Malfoy was being a prat again. Ahsoka said that if he ever messes with us again…" Harry trailed off, not wanting to get her into trouble.

"I'd send him back to the Jurassic Era." Ahsoka said, smiling at Harry. "No one messes with my brother."

"Your what?" Sirius asked.

"When I found out that you're my father, and then when we found out that you're also Harry's godfather. I told Harry that if you think about it, that kind of made Harry my brother. And nobody messes with my brother." Ahsoka and Harry grinned at each other.

"I've always wanted a sibling." Harry said, smiling.