A/N: Wow. Really had me stumped, this evil chappie did. Didn't know what it wanted to do, or where it wanted to take me. Cordy piped down in my head, and the whole WFOM gang popped on in, screeching for their turn. Yes. So, that last chap was a bit muddled, no? I popped it out really fast. Cuz, in WWAM, it hit really hard that I had to have Lupin, Cordy, and Harry. Tonks, however, is going to be in this. Maybe a little pal from the Scoobs, or maybe - nope, no other Fang Gangers. Actually, as I write this (the two top paragraphs written) I know who's gonna show up! (AHA! never happens that quick) My new bumbling trio! (No, not Andrew, unfortunately.) He he. Ok. Psychoness aside from the poor, crazed author, I want to thank all of my lovely reviewers. Face, love your reviews, always. Actually, your review kicked me into hyper-drive to get this chap out before I leave for . . .home (lamest winter break ever.) and my net access is gone for nine whole days (I'm a freak.) Yes, clearing it all up. Oh, and aren't green lights pretty? *cough* *cough*

Chapter Two: What Were You Thinking?

Cordelia Chase would never dare to say her life was typical. . . or ordinary. . .or even sane. She still had tears left to cry in her heart. It had been so hard to leave Angel. Her heart hurt a little to think about never seeing them again. But she had Harry now. Harry to protect. To care for. To love, like she had loved Connor. Well, not in that whole pelvic-y kinda love. But in the way she had when he was a baby.

Like he was her son.

Wait, her biological clock was screeching this loud at twenty-three? Whoa, hold up. Wait a minute, reverse and replay that one more time?

Maybe it was just the little brother complex?

* * * * *

Harry opened his door. He was headed to the kitchen, seeing as he hadn't eaten yet today, and was starving. As he began to step out to, he noticed that her door was open. Harry watched from across the hall. It was pretty odd, all of this. What with him glowing green and everything. She wasn't smiling, and that was odd because she hadn't stopped smiling in the last day. At least not when Harry was watching, had she stopped. She was staring at her fingers, a faint haunted expression there.

That was when she caught him staring at her. She hadn't remembered that his room was right across the hall. He blushed. Cordelia called him over.

"Hey, Harry. Everything ok?"

"No." He said, walking over to her.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"Well, you."

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" She demanded, "Do I look wrong?"

"Well, to be perfectly honest? Yes." A weird screeched emerged from her lips.

"No body every told you to be tactful, did they?"

"What? No, wait. Yes - " He took a deep breath. "Is that your way of having me give you a bald-face lie?"

Cordelia almost choked at this. It was kinda creepy how in sync she was with him. Sure, she'd learned the fine art of tact, but give him long hair, pair a breasts and her attitude seven years ago, and you had yourself a mini-Queen C. Still, tact had come in handy.

"Harry, you're gonna mull those words over and realize where you went wrong, k?"

"Oh, that, yeah. Realized it the minute I said it. I was hoping to get a smile, maybe?"

Cordy realized what he was trying to do. He was going and being little Mr. I laugh in the face of danger. It was sweet, but not necessary. She gave him a soft smile.

"Harry, I was just thinking how much I miss not knowing you and your parents." Tact, would save her ass.

"No you weren't. You were thinking about your friends, in California." He guessed, seeing that sad look in her eye that she'd had when she'd told him about her life.

"Well, technically, yes, and technically, no. I was thinking about my friend's son."

"Conrad?" Cordelia laughed at that.
"No, Connor. There - it wasn't good, how I ended things with him."

"Little boys get mad when people leave their lives suddenly. He'll learn to understand." His mind raced to Sirius. And the guilt poured over him.

Great, they were having a depress fest. She punched him lightly on the shoulder.

"So, kiddo, tell me all about you and your fun little life, and I'll tell you about Pylea."

"What?"

* * * * *

Dumbledore sat at the kitchen table, speaking in hushed tones with the Weasleys. Arthur kept nodding along, and every few minutes, Molly would look nervously at the stairs. Remus and Tonks had each gone off to nap a few hours ago.

"The spell proved true then?" She asked nervously, "We're absolutely sure she's not an imposter."

"Yes, we're absolutely sure, Molly. The spell picked up the blue trace in James' blood and the yellow in Lily's blood. Harry's trace is green, and Ms. Chase's blood had the blue trace."

"But we're sure?"
"Yes, we're sure."

Molly had lost her motive to be all nervous about the girl. She huffed and rose to make some food. That always seemed to help.

"Bill is still working on the Black family tree, to repair it?"

"Yes, he is." Arthur replied. "It's taking some effort, but he thinks it won't be long. Any day now."

"We need to find Sirius's relatives. This home will not hold us if we are not Blacks for very long. It is Tonks alone that is allowing us in."

Molly turned to stare at Dumbledore. This was the one place the Order was actually safe at, if you didn't count that evil, spiteful little house-elf of course. The children were safe here. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were safe here. If - oh dear.

* * * * *

Cordelia smiled, an hour later when Harry's stomach gave the largest gurgle she'd heard in a long time. It was about then that she could smell food being made in the kitchen.

"I think we better get some food. I know I'm starving." She said, rising from the bed.

"Thank Merlin!" He sighed, "I've been dying to eat."

"Gee, glad to know spending quality time with Aunt Cordy is so much fun."

"You know I didn't mean it that way, Aunt C." He said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Tears sprung to her eyes at the way he said it. It was so cute! Harry noticed the tears, and panic flooded him. It had been like this with Cho. He hated when females cried. Made him feel bloody awkward and like a useless tit.

"I'm sorry. . .I didn't mean it?"

"Harry! They're - they're I'm hungry tears. Let's just go get some, food, ok?"

* * * * *

Harry broke out into a huge grin when he saw the Weasleys at the table. Ron and Ginny were crowded between Remus and Arthur. Hermione was stuck between the twins, and Tonks was perched on the counter, with her plate in her lap.

"'Bout time, we were gonna send Ron up to get you." Tonks grinned.

"Sorry, mate. We were dead hungry." Fred said, chomping on a chicken leg.

"Dead sorry, had to start without you." George said, slurping at a mug of pumpkin juice.

"You two are completely disgusting. Haven't you any manners at all?" Hermione sighed.

"Where were you, Harry? Still sleeping?" Ron swooped in, quickly cutting his brothers off from saying something about it.

"Oh, I've been talking to my aunt."

"What're talking to Petunia for?" He asked, confusion marring his brow.

Harry looked at them confused. He turned to Remus and Tonks, respectively.

"Didn't you tell them?"

"No, Arthur and Molly were told, but we thought you'd like to break the news to them yourself." Tonks said, raising her glass to him.

Suddenly there was a loud shrieking from the hall. They all sprinted to it, ecept for Harry. He was slapping his palm against his forehead.

"I forgot to tell her not to pull back the curtain."

They were all gathered in the hall, surrounding the dark haired woman standing in front of the portrait of Mrs. Black. She was talking under her breath and smiled at Tonks.

"You know, I need a bottle of nail polish remover."

"Why?" Tonks asked, confused.

"To get the scary ass screaming woman on the wall to be blurry."

"We hadn't thought of that, but it's magically -"

"Who the hell are you?" George cried.

"Not that we're complaining that such a lovely woman is in our presence. . ." Fred interjected.

Harry cut off everyone else from speaking, as he turned to face the five teens.

"This is my aunt Cordelia. My father's sister."

* * * * *

Bill Weasley had just restored another name to the Black family tree when Albus had called him to bring it in. Aha! He quickly scribbled the name down. He made his way over to Dumbledore with the name.

"Here, it's a squib line, but blood is blood, and he's the grandson of Sirius' father." Albus said, looking over the parchment.

"How can that be? I thought Sirius' brother died." Bill asked, confused.

"Oh, I didn't say he was legitimate. I just said of the blood."

The older man rose, and started to leave the room when the shrieking went off again, this time sort of meltingly.

"That reminds me, I have to speak to Ms. Chase." He said, following the noise.

* * * * *

Cordy was smiling at her handiwork. This kicked ass. The ugly portrait was starting to drip. Tonks was beside her, grinning with her.

"Take that, evil portrait biatch."

"Ms. Chase, a word."

Tonks and Cordy jumped to see Dumbledore beside them.

"Sure, boss man, I'm capable of a word or two. Hell, I might even go for broke and give ya five."

"Yes."

Tonks leaned over to her as he turned towards a room.

"You know, we've been wanting to shut her up for the last year."

"Really? Score one for the muggle girl." Tonks grinned, taking the bottle from her.

"Good luck."

"Thanks, I'll need it."

* * * * *

A half hour later, Cordy was sitting, facing Dumbledore as he told her again that she had to leave Harry here and go someplace else. Of course, it wasn't as evil as it sounded.

"You understand this is just because we haven't yet found out who is the rightfully beneficiary of the Black home. We are fearing for your safety. Tom at the Leaky Cauldron has assured me that you will have access to Diagon Alley and I am sending someone with you."

"Who tells Harry?"

"It will only be for a week at the most. Harry must go to purchase his school supplies. And we -"

"WHO TELLS HARRY?" Dumbledore was silent. "Oh, great. It's me again."

* * * * *

"It's only for a few weeks, Harry. And he's trying to make sure I'm safe. He's sending Tonks with me."

"But it's not fair. We'll have no time to hang out and talk. You promised to tell me about Sunnydale and LA. I have school to go to in a few months. I've -" He held back from saying how much he looked forward to forgetting about all of the evil that had happened last year, how much she'd come to mean to him.

"It's a shitty deal, Harry." She said, pulling him into a big hug. "But we take what we can get, champ, and we do our best with it. We'll make time to hash out everything, you'll see. And hey, I'll be seeing you in a few weeks, tops."

She let him hold onto her for as long as he wanted. She'd said the same thing to Angel, not so long ago, and it had hurt her so much to say it. But it hurt even more to say it to the boy would come to mean so much to her in the last few days.

* * * * *

It had started to rain when she and Tonks left 12 Grimmauld Place. She'd insisted on stopping at a phone booth. She had to call someone.

"Hello? Can I get the number for a Mr. Rupert Giles?"

A/N2: Gah. Who is the Black heir? Who's the trio? Maybe I'll get that written by the 29th. As always, how'd I do? Toodles I'm off for break!