A/N: Ok, there is something wrong with this part of the story. I think it was a couple of chapters ago I put in that Sirius came in and nearly got Ron or something like that? Well, that was meant to be when the Fat Lady gets ripped and won't let Sirius in. So I have just decided to swap them, which, I hope, won't change the plot of the story. So in later chapters there will be something on the Fat Lady.

I hope that didn't confuse you, but I just thought I should clear that up.

Chapter Seven

Stephanie Jansen was envied by all the girls. Sirius had proposed a couple of days ago. She was still in her seventh year, but there were only a matter of weeks to go.

'Look at the rock on her finger,' and 'she's so lucky,' followed her everywhere. Sometimes it was good to have all this attention and to be known around the school, but then sometimes the rumors would get to her like, 'she's using him,' and 'she just wants his money.'

Sirius didn't believe it of course, but it really annoyed her.

'Merry Christmas!' Bec shouted as she slid down the stairs.

'Merry Christmas, Bec,' Steph said. She had managed to scrape up some money to but her some presents. It wasn't much as she only worked as a waitress.

Harry, Hermione and Ron were upstairs and getting dressed before they came down to open their presents. Steph had managed to get them small presents too.

'Oh, thank you so much,' said Hermione as she opened a book about Dark Wizards and Witches Over Time. Bec had told her she had wanted that book for a while now.

Ron opened his present; it was an assortment of chocolate and lollies from Diagon Alley. There was also a voucher for Ice Cream for the next time he went there.

Harry opened his present. Stephanie had spent a long time working on it. She had found a bunch of old photos in the attic and decided to put them into a scrapbook and decorate it.

There were photos from Lily and James' wedding, from when they were dating, the Marauders, Lily's group of friends, Steph and Lily, Sirius and James.

'I'm sorry there are lots with Sirius,' she said, Bec had told her Harry knew Sirius was after him. 'They were always taking photos,' she laughed.

Harry smiled; he didn't really care at the time. He loved the gift and was thankful that he got it.

Stephanie had left the kids home alone for a while; she had to go to work most nights. It was December 29th and the restaurant was booked out, so they didn't want to be short- staffed.

On her way home she always passed Diagon Alley, it was on the way back to her house and she always stopped and stared at the book shop.

Tonight was no different, except for the fact that after a while someone put their hands on her shoulder. It scared her and she turned around to see who it was.

'Stephanie Jansen,' said a woman with bright red hair that was really curly and was put up in a spiral bun at the top of her head.

'Gilda Berger,' Stephanie said.

'I'm Gilda Berger and I own Flourish and Blotts, I'll be helping you while you work here, just for the first few days, until you get the hang of it,' she explained.

'Thank you,' Stephanie replied, it was quite overwhelming how nice people were at the bookshop.

When she came home that night to Sirius, she had raved about how great her job was. He had just smiled and laughed at her.

'What?' she had asked.

'You sure do love that shop,' he said.

'Yeah, I'm glad I chose to do this,' she said. 'I hope you don't mind, it doesn't bring in much money.'

'Everything's fine,' he told her. 'You keep working there, and I'll keep working as an Auror and we'll do fine, ok?'

'Yeah, alright.'

'If it's what you want to do and you enjoy it, I don't mind how much money you get from it, as long as they're not ripping you off.'

'Why did you leave?' she asked.

Stephanie shook her head and didn't answer.

'You were the best, Steph, what made you leave?'

For once in her life Steph was scared, she was so scared that Gilda would remember that she married Sirius Black.

'Wait,' she said. 'Are you still married?'

Stephanie nodded, it was the truth. She was still actually Stephanie Black and Bec was still Rebecca Black. She had never filed the divorce papers, it was too hard. Why was her life so messed up?

'I came to your wedding,' she said. 'Who was it too again, I'm sorry it's been fourteen years, I can't remember anything from that long ago,' she laughed.

She wanted so much to tell her who she was married to, but it seemed too hard. What would she say?

'Don't worry about, we're having some problems and I don't feel like talking about it,' she said, hoping she didn't sound rude.

'Well if you want the job back, we have a vacancy,' she said.

'Oh, you mean it?' she said happily.

'Why, yes, of course I do,' she said, glad the she wasn't turning her down.

'Well I'd love to, it must pay better than my job at the moment,' she laughed.

'Right well, start back work on Monday next week and well I don't need to show you how to do everything seeing as you've worked here before.'

Stephanie told Rebecca about her new job. Bec seemed happy about it.

'So you used to have that job when dad was around?' she asked.

'Yeah,' she answered. 'He loved to see me happy, and when he . . . um . . . died, I stopped working there. It was too hard.'

'Right,' said Bec.

'Is there something wrong?' Stephanie asked. Bec was now frowning and looking at her differently.

'Why don't you tell me anything about dad? I want to know, I have a right to know!' she shouted.

Stephanie sighed, 'I know when the right time is, and now isn't it.' She said sternly. Right, she wants to know, I'll let her know, when the time is right and the time will be right when Sirius is captured and put back in Azkaban. That will be the day I tell her.

'Why?'

'Because it's hard for me, Bec. If you knew the half of it you would understand, it wasn't just some ordinary car crash. It was different and you have to respect the right timing.'

Bec got up and stormed upstairs to her room. She was going to find out who her father was, even if it meant losing her mother.

By the next morning Bec had calmed down. She no longer wanted to know about her father, and if it meant losing her mother, definitely not. Something's were not worth knowing if you were going to lose something that meant so much more to you.

Stephanie was glad to see her daughter had clamed down. When they had gone out for a walk to the shops late one afternoon she walked up to the attic and scrounged up some photographs.

She cried softly for a while, looking at all the old times, when she was at school and when she had just gotten married.

'You alright, mum?' Bec asked. Steph hadn't noticed she had come home. Right at that moment she was holding a picture of Sirius and her. When they were in fifth year, they hadn't started dating yet, there was another year and a bit to go before that.

Bec reached for the picture. 'You were crying over this?'

'Yeah,' she said. 'Stupid man, I used to know him, very well. Like I knew Peter Pettigrew. Poor man, died, wasn't fast enough. Black got to him first.'

'Oh,' was all Bec could manage to say. 'Was dad friends with Black?'

'You could say that,' she smiled.

'Why are you smiling?' Bec asked angrily.

'Just remembering the good times,' she said and they walked out of the attic to find a parcel on the table.

It was a firebolt for Harry.

A/N: Thank you for reading this, there isn't much to go, maybe four to five more chapters. Thanks to all the people who have reviewed, it's really helped.