A/N: I intended to have posted chapter 3 and 4 in one chapter, but it didn't flow right, so you get two chapters in one day. Blame 's relibility, I had wanted to get these chapters out two days ago. Thanks for the reviews guys, much appreciated!

Weight leaves in anger from my shoulders.
Words of wisdom crush hope.
What is real? I thought I knew.
How could I lie to someone, I cared for?
How could you lie to me, Your words pierced me.
For good, This was done.

A Lie Will Always Defeat the Truth- From Autumn to Ashes

Watching the boy with slight interest, as he picked at his food, for the next few weeks was only out of curiosity. Potter kept a steady high mark, but as Severus was told, Potter was neglected his other studies. He was barely passing History of Magic, and Transfiguration seemed pitiful, considering it always fell after a Potions lesson. As Severus was told by the Head of Gryffindor, Potter did quite a bit of the Potions homework in the class.

Occumency classes were less than painful. Potter easily let his defenses down, due to tiredness. Snape often caught him yawning between attempts to block him. "Take a break, Potter." He slumped into one of the chairs, and steadied his breathing. There wasn't much conflict between the two, only because Potter was putting out all he could to keep up to Severus' standards.

Severus decided to keep the boy informed, "This afternoon, I have received word that the will of your good-for-nothing Godfather has still not been recovered." Potter merely rolled his eyes at the comment and continued to listen. "You are aware, that in the event the will has not turned up by the end of September, all of his family possessions will be turned over to the closest family members."

Potter had been to Grimmauld Place on three separate occasions since Severus went with him. Clearing out the entire closet of any papers that could represent Sirius' last will and testament, and sorting through the entirety of the boxes.

Potter understood this not only meant the loss of Black's family home, but the loss of the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters. Not that they were using the place for that reason at the moment, anyway. He also knew that Sirius had not enjoyed staying in the place he grew up, but having the home was a sense of security, of which, Potter was not quite ready to let go of.

Potter finally asked, "What's new?" in a sarcastic, yet arrogant tone. Severus knew to Harry that was old news. Lupin had told him that some time ago.

Snape simply replied, "The Headmaster has decided to call of the search." He enjoyed being the bearer of bad news.

The Boy-Who-Lived snapped, "What?!" His anger; long hidden away from Snape, finally erupted. "We still have a week and a half. Ten days! Ten more days, and he's giving in! How like Dumbledore!"

Severus straightened his back, "Do not speak ill of the Headmaster, Potter, or you'll find yourself in detention." With a pause. "The Headmaster believes it is best to give up Grimmauld Place, as it is now longer an asset to the Order." It had not been any help, since the attack on the Ministry that June. Not only did the Death Eaters know the usage of the hidden away home, but the Ministry as well knew, and would keep tabs on any activity there. Snape sided with Dumbledore, there was no reason to keep the Noble House of Black.

"I'll find that will." Potter said, moving towards the door. "I'll find it!" Severus went to stop him, but Potter was after all a seeker, and speed was his talent. Damn that Gryffindor stupidity.

Catching the boy with a common summoning charm, he hissed. "If you are on your way to Lupin's office, you best be waiting till tomorrow, Potter." Did he really need to remind him that it was a full moon?

The struggling boy said, "Then you take me."

Severus snapped quickly, "Orders are to cease the search, Potter." He then removed the charm, "Lesson's over, get out of my sight, or you'll have a detention for being out passed curfew."

Harry cursed Snape every step of the way to the Gryffindor Tower, and once he entered, he saw a familiar ginger haired cat called Crookshanks, staring up at Harry.

A few students were up, two being Hermione and Ron, Ginny further away with a small group of Gryffindors, and Lavender and Parvati, giggling on a sofa.

Harry came closer to the cat, who's fur now stood on end, and was hissing a horrible sound. "Crookshanks, it's just me," He moved to pet the cat, but it swatted at his hand, leaving a huge gash, and scurried off to Hermione. "Damned cat." Harry cursed, walking passed his friends up to his bed to sleep. It was one of those days where you shouldn't have even got up, Harry thought angrily.

As promised, Severus met with Lupin after the full moon. Sitting in Lupin's office, he pulled out a wrinkled piece of parchment, old and faded. Gazing over it a moment, he handed it to Severus, and said, "I haven't brought this to the Headmaster's attention yet, I wanted to hear your input on this."

Snape gave a nod, and began to read hurriedly to get the little meeting over with.

Sirius,

Despite what my gut is telling me (that I should be writing to Remus, not you), you are going to be my future child's Godfather, and since I feel I cannot speak with James on this, you are second in line.

As you recall, I was abducted by Death Eaters a short time ago. James went nuts looking for me, thinking I was murdered. I was surprised the Death Eaters had not killed me, and wished so desperately to return home to James. My wish granted, however, the celebration of my return was not what I anticipated.

After a month of snuggling into my old routine, I discovered I was pregnant. This you already know. What you do not know is that while I was abducted by the Death Eaters they seemed keen in something other than murder that night. Sex. I was raped, Sirius, not that I will admit that to James, or to anyone; a reason I am writing this instead of speaking to you in person. I fear the father of my unborn child may not be James'.

I do not know the reason the Death Eater hadn't killed me that night, and at times, I wish he had. Perhaps He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had not known I was a muggle born. Or perhaps, he did, for some higher plan not even the Order had idea about. Whatever the reason, I have prepared for the inevitable.

If the child is James, I have nothing to worry for. However, if the child is the child of a Death Eater, I have looked up several charms that will conceal any doubt that the child is James. As far as James will know, the child is his own blood. Even tests will say the child is James.

So, where do you come into this?

The charms will only work as long the person who casts the charms on the child is alive. As a muggle born, I fear for myself, and need complete security the secret of the child's father will be kept. I am now telling you to aid me in the casting of these charms. This way, if I, at some point have been put in a grave, you will still be a castor of the charms, and they will stay intact.

I await your reply.

-Lily Potter

Severus stared at the letter, as Lupin asked, "What can you tell me about this night?"