Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. I only own the plot and a few characters I made up to help shape our heroes.

He was the son of an Ancient and Noble family, his last name carried more weight to it than most Wizards' vaults. And yet Sirius had never felt loved until he got cursed so badly he ended up at St. Mungo's, even after some witch he had never me before started swearing under her breath and fixing him up. "Her name was Miranda, Sirius. I would have thought you remembered every pretty girl you saw."

"Well considering how many of them I was surrounded by when I woke up, you can't really blame me for not singling her out." He crossed his arms and stuck out his lower lip, only breaking the facade when Lily hugged him.

The red head felt like she was responsible for not getting him help faster, no matter what he said to her. "You are going to get into so much trouble when you get older, Sirius Black. Just make sure you let me in on it so you don't end up here again." Lily walked out on her toes to find her parents, or was it the Potters who had let her in? They hadn't left since his admittance two days before.

Speaking of, James was suddenly at the foot of his bed with candy he had smuggled in past the nurses. "Want to see what the worst flavor we can find is? My dad says that there's a cat's hairball one in here but I don't know if I trust him."

"If you aren't able to trust your own father, it seems like all you've got left is red heads who punch you every time you open your mouth and a best friend who is waaayyy too cool…" For the worst split second of his life, Sirius thought that James had grabbed the pillow to smother him. He was simply whacked in the face with it which is really all you can ask for from a boy you just insulted. "Fine, fine, fine. I'm not that much cooler than you." They both ended up laughing, a wayward Every Flavored Bean hitting James right between the eyes.

"Behave you two or I'll tell McGonagall." The one person who actually made those two behave was their head of house, and Euphemia Potter knew it just as well as they did. She was also not the type of woman to make idle threats, bringing ever punishment into fruition if they pushed her.

Sirius went to throw up his hand to fake a dramatic fainting when shooting pains spread out their his fingertips and he almost blacked out from the dizziness. "What's wrong with me? I thought you said they healed everything."

After hearing the extent of the damage his parents had laid on him, Sirius didn't feel like taking visitors. Even after making that clear, Remus and Peter were brought in by Peter's mother who fussed over the three of them like they were all affected by "this horrid, despicable tragedy that no child should have to go through, I would have their heads if I wasn't busy with that report, I'll leave you two to it" before bustling out of the room. "I'm sorry about my mother, she does tend to be a bit much where kids are concerned. She needs to keep up appearances and all."

"I don't know how you put up with her fussing and then disappearing on you all the time, it would drive me mad. At least I know where my parents are so I can avoid them, you mum will just pop up anywhere!" Remus collapsed into a chair in the corner, trying to participate before promptly snoring lightly.

He tried to be upset but it seemed one of his best friends needed the sleep more than Sirius needed the attention. "Do you think he'll wake up when the howler comes to disown me or he'll sleep right through it?" Peter threw a pillow at him, declaring it unfitting of an heir to act in that manor. He would have laughed, but both of what they said was true. Until he got the letter, he was an heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Black. This would be all over the Prophet by morning.

His last visitors came towards the end of his treatment, throwing themselves at him with tears streaming down their cheeks and swears rolling off their tongues faster than he could understand. Sirius barely had enough time to register who was hugging him before they buried their faces into his pillows. "You girls are going to die if you continue to do that, you know no one can survive without seeing my gorgeous face every five minutes."

"We want to die, then we won't have to see you." Even muffled, it was extremely creepy when the twins spoke in unison. Venus was the first to rise, wiping at her eyes and making a big show of blowing her nose in his direction even though there was a Kleenex between them. Aphrodite followed suit, disappearing to wash her face in the lavatory attached to his room. They kept up a sort of tea conversation, unable to think of anything to say. Venus and Sirius were never the closest of friends, their personalities clashed too much for a healthy relationship to be sustained. When Aphrodite returned, the atmosphere returned to normal. "I appreciate you two trying to be friendly, understand this is a bit awkward."

"What's more awkward is that you rubbed your boogey's all over me, disgusting!" He laughed as both girls whacked him lightly with a pillow. "Unhand me foul beasts, I am a noble born son! Unhand me I said!"

All of the laughter died as if a silencing spell had been thrown on the room, three sets of eyes falling on the silhouette in the doorway. You had to hand it to the Black Family, they knew how to make an entrance.

Eros was the eldest of the Williams siblings and had held custody of them all since he came of age. There was nothing that he let get in his way, not laws or bigots. He studied loopholes in what the opposing side would throw at him, knew every path and what would get him what he wanted with the most gain. The Sorting Hat struggled with where to place him almost as much as Peter Pettigrew who replaced him for the longest Hat Stall. So when he heard about what had happened to Sirius Black, Heir to the Ancient and Noble house of Black, he got to work.

"You must be Aphrodite's Guardian, Eros Williams correct?" A hand was between him and the papers in front of him. Fleamont Potter shared the ever present windswept hair with his son and eyes that made you feel like you were standing on the lip of stairs, unsure if they were going to give out beneath you.

"Yes, Lord Potter." He quickly rose to his feet to shake the man's hand, Eros feeling like he was going to throw up depending on the way this introduction went. "My charges are with Sirius now, they had hoped to lift his mood and understand that he was being taken care of. They know that St. Mungo's is one of the best with care, but you know girls. They don't believe it until they see it for themselves."

When Lord Potter laughed, Eros relaxed considerably. "That I do. May I introduce my wife, Lady Euphemia Potter. We are both grateful for your support of our boys in this trying time." After properly greeting Lady Potter with a kiss on the hand, Eros looked up in surprise. "Yes, Sirius is considered one of our sons no matter who he was born to and shall remain that way until we have long passed."

Say what you will about Ravenclaws, but they can catch opportunity faster than a seeker with a slow snitch.

When his mother had appeared in the doorway, Venus looked like she wanted to slip through the floor and Aphrodite had immediately grabbed his hand as if she could save him from what was coming. "Hello Mother, I wasn't expecting you to visit me. Does Father know you're here?"

There was a tingling in his feet before he couldn't feel them anymore, and he knew he would have to get the nurse to return blood flow before they fell off. "Lord Black asked me to inquire your health and instruct you not to besmirch the family name." Walburga was ever the image of pristine confidence, her eyes never leaving their target even when Venus stepped out of the room. "For instance, making sure you stay true to your betrothal."

"Am I still to marry Alecto Carrow? You know my concerns about who would truly be the father of any children we'd have." If she could get away with smacking him, Sirius knew his mother would have right then and there.

Before his mother could get control of herself, a group of people joined the party in his medical room, one of them looking like he wanted to go to Azkaban. "You are not welcome here, Lady Walburga Black." Eros had his arms crossed over his chest, trying to make himself look like the most important person in the room. "You know I'm sure the other members of the Wizengamot would love to hear how you almost killed your own heir. Even if they don't take the testimony of muggleborns or half-bloods, there were at least three Purebloods who would happily join the stand."

"You are out of line, Mr. Williams. I suggest you take your charges and go home, we understand that this is a stressful situation and any words of disrespect were out of misplaced worry for Sirius. I will gladly escort you out." Euphemia grabbed his arm in what looked like a painful grip, giving him a warning glare. "Good day, Lady Black."

"And to you, Lady Potter." As soon as the two adults were gone, the twins whispered their goodbyes from the doorway. It was clear they weren't welcome anymore. When they were out of hearing range, Walburga stuck out her hand to greet Lord Potter. "I hope the day finds you well, Lord Potter, I must admit to being flustered after such an outburst."

"It was rather irrational on his part, though he means well for the boy. But as a half-blood, he does not understand that an Heir must hold himself to a higher standard than everyone else around him. Sirius was taught a lesson, though rather overpowered it would seem, and as such will most definitely change what he can about what has occurred." Sirius might have been young, but he understood the politics language. Lord Fleamont Potter and his wife had just laid a balm against any retributions against the Williams family while showing their distaste for the punishment she had administered in a respectful way. "It would seem that James and your son rile each other up as it were, unaware of the punishment the other receives. Perhaps it would beneficial to have them in the same house so they may share in retribution as they do in everything else."

"You would take the boy into your care? I must say I was hesitant to allow their friendship to continue as it was, though hearing your reasoning has lessened some of that worry. I will consult with my husband after you inform me of what you suggest." If there was even a hint of getting rid of Sirius without causing a scene for the public to see, his mother would take it and harvest every benefit she could.

"A blood contract signing over custody of your heir to us until he comes of age, though you would not disown him. Punishment, permission slips and other minor legality items would be our decision alone. Anything of higher influence, such as betrothal contracts and event invitations would be run by and represented by you."

After the contract was signed with blood quills, Sirius was allowed to pack up all of his items at home while his new mum and mother conversed in the hallway. He eagerly filled his trunk with all of his robes, shoes and Quidditch paraphernalia. His owl was still perched in her cage, glaring out at him as if he was planning to leave without her. "Don't worry, you'll have a lot more room to fly where we're going. They have over ten acre for you to explore and hunt on."

"I hope you don't get lost while you're there." Regulus was a shadow in the doorway, having perfected their fathers' flair for the dramatics even at the age of nine. "It would be a shame for the pride and joy of the Black house to officially go wild."

"Shove off it, you know I have a better sense of direction than you." He opened his arms just as his younger brother threw himself into them, shaking with the force of keeping face. "Make sure you don't come in my room while I'm gone, I'll know if you've touched anything. I might be the heir but you're the little baby of the family and no one wants to see you repeat my mistakes," was said for the listening ears behind the door. To the only two that mattered, he pulled away and bent down. "I love you and I'll try to get you away as well if I can. Did you hear what they did to me?" When his brother shook his head, Sirius had to hold back a sigh of relief as all of his anguish washed away with dried tears. "Good. Don't let them talk you into anything, you'll be in Slytherin for sure which isn't that bad. I got a friend that's one and she'll take care of you when you get to Hogwarts. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

"Well if I do anything stupid, we'll know where I learned it from." Regulus pretended to stomp out of the room, his tiny hands wiping at eyes that were too old for him.

Visitation from friends was back in full as each of them wished to inquire about what had gone down at the hospital. After learning how it was Eros' idea, he had thanked him profusely. "I knew they would take offense even if Lord Potter suggested it, but after my outburst it showed what the public would react like so she was quick to agree to something more beneficial. We planned it in the hallway while I waited for the girls, but I didn't think I'd have to do it right then! I felt like my first time playing Quidditch when my girlfriend hit me with a bludger."

"You deserved it though, you told her that she was holding the bat wrong!" They all laughed at the image before heading into the dinning room for dinner. Lily was being dropped off soon by her parents so Sirius decided to wait by the door.

To his surprise, it was actually a greasy haired git that appeared on the steps with a box of some sort in his hands. He quickly left the box before disappearing in the shadows. Sirius quickly ran out to see what Snivellus had left them, hoping it wasn't retribution for Lily after what happened on the train. On inspection, he soon came to realize that that they were neatly labeled healing potions specific to what the healers had told the Potter's he required for the rest of his recovery. "Why would he do that?" He just shrugged and brought them in, deciding he wouldn't mention it in case it was a ploy to get Lily to forgive him. No one was going to hurt his friends, no matter how hard she hit him.