Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potterish, only Amaya and Lupo.

Risi: Yep. probably one of my quickest. No. she realises the importance of school, so she stays. as for the slap...well read on.

Rozi126: Sorry. Harry will get a slap. Sirius will probably get one as well. But not too hard. I like Sirius. Yes she knows that Sirius is her other father. Remus told her all not wanting to keep secrets. They will be revealed, and soon. I already have that chapter written up. Just need to type it. You're right it would be cruel. I'm just trying to create tension. Should Sirius have had another partner, or should he have remained faithful to Remus? hmmm. have to think about that.

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Thoughts are in itlaics


Harry lay on his front, flicking through the pages of Amaya's book, in his hotel room where he was staying. It was made of a warm red brick and was roofed in a dark terracotta colour tiles, which glowed in the evening sunlight. Harry and Ron's room overlooked the park, which gave the hotel its name. Ron was relating the events of that break time to Hermione and Neville, the former of which who was torn between laughter and disapproval the latter with laughter bursting from his mouth, with great gusto. For the first time, Harry wished he would just shut up. What am I thinking? That was just a joke. I've done worse pranks. I mean it's not as if I put adhesion draught in her shampoo like I did with Parkinson. But all the same, he couldn't forget the rage and pain in her eyes, nor the humiliation that burned her cheeks. Giving his head a little shake, he went to stand at the window and looked onto the park, and the lake at its centre.

There she is. Although the person was far away, there was no mistaking that hair. Muttering an excuse about 'needing a walk' to the now bickering Ron and Hermione, Harry hurried out of the hotel and into the park. The sight of her took his breath away. She was clad in semi-tight jeans, scruffy trainers and a pale t-shirt with the andrex puppy, which clung in all the right places. Her multi toned hair shone like burnished gold in the evening sunlight.

'I'd rather be alone if you don't mind' Her voice cut through his reverie. How did she hear me? I was walking across grass.

'No law to say I can't walk here'

'No there isn't' Amaya gave a piercing whistle, and bounding along came a huge German shepherd. 'Lupo sit. Stay. Down.' The dog obeyed, to go running off after a ball that Amaya had thrown. That sent Harry's mind reeling. How the hell could she throw the ball that far? Even Dad can't throw it that far. Harry noticed her walking off.

'Hey wait.'

Amaya rounded on him. 'Why the hell should I? It's not as if we're friends. We don't even like each other…'

'Who said I don't like you?'

'Err you did, when you stole my book.'

'What? I didn't steal it.'

'Yes you damn well did. You took my book without permission. That constitutes as stealing.' Lupo had returned, and flopped by his mistress's side, tongue lolling out of his mouth, ball between his paws.

'I was only having a laugh.' Harry was shouting now, with the tempers inherited from his parents.

'Yes at my expense. You didn't, don't, even know me and you mock me. You're no better than Shauna.' Amaya was shouting as well with a strength of voice passed into her from her other father. 'You have made a judgement about me and my papa without having met either of us.'

'Papa. My god, that is childish. Anyway, it's not my fault that he's a freak. Damned Po…oof.' Harry found himself on the grassy floor, sent there by a swiftly thrown punch. Amaya stood over him, the fires of furies in her eyes.

'What's the matter? Disappointed in your queer father.' Harry then found himself staring down the length of Amaya's wand, while she battled the urge to hex him into the Black Death. Ministry be damned. Reaching up to knock the wand aside, Harry's aggression sparked a reaction in the dog that lay at Amaya's feet, and Harry soon found his arm encased in a strong jaw, lined with sharp, white teeth that were pressing lightly into his skin; a warning against further attempts to harm his mistress.

Amaya smirked, and then turned abruptly, staring off to the other side of the field. A tawny haired man was approaching. Harry stood and brushed himself down, before reaching up to touch his nose, wincing when he felt the cut across the bridge. Now that he could see the man clearly, he was obviously Amaya's father. Harry took in his shaggy locks, amber eyes and unconscious grace, while the man took in Harry's unruly hair, glasses and almost cocky arrogance. And the cut across his nose. He raised an eyebrow at Amaya, who looked at the ground and nodded sheepishly. Sighing, Remus pulled out his wand and healed the cut.

So, this is Harry. Good Merlin he looks like James. Acts like him to. Holding his hand out, Remus introduced himself. 'Jacques Woolfe. You are Mr Potter, am I correct?' Amaya frowned at him. How did he know?

'Yes.' Said Harry, a little too harshly. Why is he staring at me? Remus only smiled.

'I was wondering if Amaya could have her book back please.' He asked pleasantly.

'Sure' said Harry, shrugging and handing it over. 'It's not as if I wanted to keep it. Here.'

'Thank you.' Remus replied in the same friendly air. 'And please refrain from taking my daughter's things in future. Goodbye.' With that he turned and walked away, indicating that she should follow; who after calling Lupo from where he had been sniffing some trees, obeyed. Neither looked back at the messy-haired boy, and neither noticed him place his hand in his pocket, and fold it around the front page of the book, which he had neatly removed, and which held their address.