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UPDATED:9/30/2019

Chapter 25

Everyone sat, chatting with excitement.

The ladies of Beauxbaton Academy were introduced by Dumbledore gladly, with natural graceful glides they strolled into the Great Hall giving Hogwarts students and staff currently present with their small entry, mesmerizing everyone, even Sirius, was having trouble looking away, like he was entranced but his breath was taken from him when Madam Maxime walked in and his eyes landed on who was walking beside her.

A small woman, with long waving dark red hair, glowing more than he'd last seen her, her stomach had grown, he'd forgotten she'd be about 5 months to 5 ½ months pregnant, "Emma? What is she doing here? Molly said she was still not ready to come."

Severus snorted with a annoyed eye roll, "You really thought your wife would stay away from you and her nephews and niece, Black? How idiotic." Snape grumbled from down the table. This caused Sirius to glare and hold back a growl to the hook-nosed man, he'd never understood why Gabby fell in love with him, but he made her happy, and that was all that mattered, but from what he was currently seeing, Gabby wanted nothing to do with the man. Which made him wonder what happened, and if Gabby, or Mellena, was mad at Severus Snape enough to not desire to be near him over the last month they'd been at the school, which meant it was bad. For that Sirius finally felt terrible for the man.

Madam Maxime held her shoulder's back as she walked tall, even though she was already tall, spine straight and walking with a happy smile to be at Hogwarts.

Draco and Harry both looked at one another in shock when their Aunt walked in, they waved a bit lazily at her only because they were astonished she was there, "When did she get here?" Draco asked, watching the pregnant redhead walk in with excitement. Harry just shrugged, equally amazed. Except Ron, who happened to be petrified, "She's supposed to be with Mum and Andromeda… They're going to be livid once they find out she's here…"

"No kidding, but you know how Auntie is, if she wants out of the house, she'll get out." Fred cut in, but he was still eyeing the Beauxbaton girls when they all took their sets with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

"She got here just before supper," Ginny clarified, a victorious grin on her face. She finally had something none of them had. She had seen Emma for the first time since they got to Hogwarts and she had hugged her and her swollen belly and the best part, Ginny had felt a gentle kick from the babies in Emma's belly against her rib cage, the action had made Ginny smile wide with anticipation for the new family members to get there but also for her own time as a mother in her future.

"Wait, how'd she even get here?" Harry asked abruptly, and Ginny gladly gave an answer she had overheard, "Madam Maxim told Dumbledore they picked up a pregnant woman that was forced to Apparate in the middle of the forest they were flying over, the horses must have seen her and got spooked, I don't know how they saw her, but they picked her up and she told them she Disapparated from the cabin and was forced out of it because she felt pain in her stomach with the babies and feared she may have caused them harm. Supposedly the babies are fine though she didn't look worried."

But everyone else was in terror, besides Harry, Hermione and Lavender who was overhearing the conversation, "She's pregnant, she's not supposed to even be Disapparating in the first place!" George and Fred both stuttered out in fear, their eyes now on their dear aunt who was in the arms of a smiling Sirius kissing her all over her face and Madam Maxim adoring the two with smiles.

At hearing that, Draco felt his stomach sink when a thought came to him, "They won't fine her, will they?"

Seamus shook his head, "Probably not, they just made the new rule of Pregnant women unable to disapparate. Likely they sent the new rules and information out but if she hasn't been home in a while then she likely did not get to read the new regulations. That's what my mother told me before we came to school, she had to contact the Department of rules and regulations of Disapparation and Apparation just to clarify. Guess they said if a woman becomes pregnant that they are to report their condition to them, so they can put their license on hold until further notice." he clarified on what his mother happened to overhear of new laws on Disapparation and Apparation just a few months ago and this news left everyone else in a state of confusion.

"But, if they do that, they'll have to retake the test with being out of practice for almost ten months." Ron said, stating his concern, he was by far confused, but was quickly resolved, "Yes, they will, but I guess it depends on how long their license is held." Seamus said with a proud nod, he finally knew something they didn't, something Hermione didn't know.

When their attention turned back to Emma, they found most of their concerns washed away. Emma was once again in the arms of Sirius Black. Both looking rather excited and ever so happy with Sirius kissing her all over her face which was making her giggle.

Madam Maxime stood close by with a wide and happy smile as she watched the reunited couple and started a conversation with the two love birds, though no one besides a few staff members could hear their short conversation, "Zirius Black? My dear Emma. You never zaid you were with zuch a man. Is it true ze Ministry did not much care to use truth zerum on you nor to move through your memories?" She was simply asking out of curiosity. Olympe Maxime finally had the chance to get the story firsthand and she'd love nothing more than to get the truth, for she loved having the truth spoken to her. Lies were for cowards and snakes that attempted to deceive you.

Sirius and Emma merely laughed to themselves, it wasn't the first time he'd been confronted, in this case asked, about his innocence he'd spent twelve years screaming to the roofs about, "Yes, they wanted a murder and I suppose I was the logical reason. In truth had I been in their position with no explanation to other leads I'd have thought I did it too. But, since I experienced the situation, I know I am innocent, and now everyone else knows too. Even if it took them twelve years to figure it out. The truth is out there, and I am free. And still very blessed." All the while as he spoke his eyes never left Emma, a hand of his never left Emma's swelling belly. He continued to grin happily at the knowledge that he was finally feeling the babies kick against his hand. He meant every word. He was still, truly blessed and he knew he was lucky to have had Emma on his side the entire time even when they were all robbed of a life they should have all had, "I'm so glad I'll never have to know a life without you Fox." Honestly, Sirius had forgotten they had eye witnesses when he'd spoken to her, he was so used to them being alone he never thought to realize he was being cutely romantic in front of everyone in the Great Hall, and this time, everyone had silenced themselves and others just to hear what they were saying.

Everyone had heard him, Minerva, Poppy and Professor Sprout were nearly in tears, Mellena had covered her mouth to keep her lips from others view while they quivered and her blue eyes watered. Students were looking in awe or wonder why every female was nearly in tears or saying they were "absolutely adorable," or "How perfect they are together" and "How wonderful it was to have such a romantic man,"

Emma giggled and kissed him, arms tight around him, "And I'll never let go. No matter how far away we are. Now, I am hungry. Let's eat." She loved how sweet he was being, he always was, but she really was hungry.

Sirius and Madam Maxime had laughed along with Emma, she was eating for three so they couldn't blame her, the fact she was in such a good mood after such a fly was astonishing, "Well, I must thank our Dear Madam for bringing my wife to me after being away for nearly two months, I owe you a great debt Madam Maxime. Thank you."

Olympe smiled wide with a grateful nod to them both, but she still wished Emma would take a seat by her for at least tonight's dinner, "Douce Emma, s'il te plait asseyez-vous avec moi?" She was good with English, but sometimes she slipped without her notice. Her excitement of being at Hogwarts with the Triwizard Tournament coming up soon then having found a friend along her trip to Hogwarts was all so exciting for her. She had begun to correct herself in English unsure if either of them knew French but was even more excited when Emma responded like a natural, "Ce serait un plaisir pour, Madame Maxime."

In truth Sirius was shocked, but he had to remember she had twelve years to perfect it, her clothing line was, after all, in Paris. He had a feeling that had she not even tried learning French that her line may not have survived long if they all looked at her like an outcast, because in truth that happened everywhere.

Dinner had moved forward without hassle, Emma and Maxime chatted away with one another after Mellena had rushed up to her dear friend she hadn't seen in months and hugged her.

"We need to speak later, when we get the chance too. Soon though, please?"

Her friends' dire words continued to echo through Emma's mind. This worried Emma to a very deep extent, if Mellena was worried as much as she sounded then something must have happened over the summer, she hadn't gotten to see Mellena or the rest of the family. Severus was even acting a bit strange, that too worried her deeply. But her concerns were quickly replaced when Filch rushed in, hand over his heart and a look of fear and obviously upset.

Dumbledore had moved from his chair and met Filch near the Podium, no one was able to hear a thing they spoke so softly but Filch had simply nodded to the Professor and went jogging back down the Hall and out the doors, "It seems our second guest has arrived a while before I had thought. Please, allow me to introduce the Sons of Drumstrang and their Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff."

The name had sent Emma's heart to her stomach making her pale, poor Maxime began to silently fret over her thinking Emma was going to faint or be sick, this brought Sirius and Snape out of their stupor and rushing over to the two ladies' sides in worry, "Whatever is ze matter, Emma?" Maxime asked, fanning the young woman. She seemed to be having trouble breathing outward but was taking in air without a problem, like a terrible hyperventilation seizure. This realization frightened the French woman terribly, "What is it Love…Emma, talk to me…"

"I-Igor is here? Bu-but I thought - Dear lord I think I'm going to be sick. Why is he here?" She asked, honestly they all thought she was bound to be sick in no moments time, when the Drumstrang students burst through the doors and they too, gave a short performance, slapping their show-walking sticks against the hard floors causing sparks to flair out, the students marched in, the first few dissolving their walking sticks into thin air and began performing flips and a few other acrobatic moves, leaving many girls in shock and awe, boys grumbling about lost causes this year with the ladies. The staff, minus Emma were stunned in wonder and adoration when it ended, a fire Phoenix was graced to Dumbledore when a boy blew against a sparkler sending the flame out and around him in front of the Head of Hogwarts.

Everyone clapped at their performance, watched Dumbledore embrace Igor with a welcoming hug, "Igor, welcome my friend," This welcoming only seemed to upset Emma's stomach more.

'Does Dumbledore not know he is a Death Eater!'

It was Snape that seemed to finally catch on and quickly whispered to Sirius, informing him of why she was reacting so. But their attempts to remove Emma from the Staffs table was in vein, Igor had seen her and grinned wide to her and Sirius, though he said nothing, only giving a nod of acknowledgement. Though it was his favorite student that had seen her ill-natured state and questioned it, "Is she alright?"

Poppy smiled with a grateful nod to the young man's concern and took over from the three who were trying to calm the frantic woman, "Uh, yes. Merely feeling a bit ill from the babies. Emma, dear, come along." Poppy quickly acted in, moving from her chair and excused herself and Emma, "She's in good hands Sirius, please, sit and finish dinner." Minerva said attempting to comfort his worries.

"Right, Poppy seems to know how to help her. This pregnancy is worse than when Lily went through it, I'll tell you that." He was trying to joke about it, but it wasn't exactly working. For once he was grateful to Severus when he whispered to him about Mellena's pregnancy with their own twins, though no one seemed to realize that Mellena was once again pregnant herself, "She'll be alright. Mellena did the same thing. Anything that would have given her the slightest amount of being upset or just a little irritated she could get just as sick. Though, with Emma's current knowledge of Igor, I'm surprised he didn't explode when she saw him."

Dumbledore and Barty Crouch went on that night before dismissing everyone once dinner was over that the cup will choose three Champions over the next week and anyone under the age of seventeen would be unfit to participate in the tournament, purely for the student's safety. This had obviously sent an irritated uproar around the Great Hall, the louder shouts coming from Fred and George and Finn Malfoy.

It was to no one's notice that Igor and Alastor were bound to have plenty of strong headed moments. And that Emma was in both of their line of sight, each having a different agenda for Emma and Sirius, even dear Harry Potter, from this year to come.

Trouble was about to start. Difference about this year was that Harry and the rest had both Emma and Sirius there at school with them.

Douce Emma, s'il te plait asseyez-vous avec moi? – Sweet Emma, please sit with me?

Ce serait un plaisir pour, Madame Maxime.– It would be my pleasure, Madam Maxime.

**Okay, firstly if I incorrectly did anything in French I apologize tremendously and would love to be corrected immediately to fix it pronto. I used google translation and so far it has not failed me yet. however, there is always a first time for everything.

*** Secondly, I understand this is a short chapter and I apologize for that, but I have taken long enough without updating and I know the feeling of waiting for longer than a week or two and that it can very well get annoying and then you lose interest and I'd hate to fail any of my wonderful readers so I PROMISE to make it up in the next few chapters... Hopefully.