"Sirius finally wrote back?" Hermione asked excitedly as Harry worked to remove the letter from his every impatient and attention-demanding familiar. Harry and Hermione had just been quietly studying when they'd hear a loud, incessant tapping noise. Turning, they'd discovered the familiar form of Hedwig perched on the outside window. If looks could kill, Harry would certainly be no longer among the living.

"It looks like it!" Harry smiled, affectionately patting Hedwig and hurriedly handing her some owl treats that he had long since learned to keep in a pocket. Sure, Invisibility Cloaks and wands are important in case you ever have an angry wizard encounter, but an ignored owl? Not even the most powerful wizard wanted to approach that without a plan. He hadn't visited Hedwig much at all in the past few weeks besides to send a few letters out occasionally, and she made sure he felt her displeasure.

Once Harry took the letter and had sufficiently appeased Hedwig, who flew back to the owlery to recuperate from her journey, he couldn't help but just sit and stare at the envelope for a little bit, nursing a freshly nipped finger. It had been a long time since he'd heard back from his godfather, and he had been starting to worry. Sirius would never be described as a formal or very punctual wizard in any sense, even before his stay in Hotel Azkaban, but his latest response had certainly taken a long time to come through. Harry hoped that his godfather wasn't in greater danger than he had been letting on. Harry had been at Hogwarts for almost three weeks already, and in that time this was the first letter from Sirius that he'd received. In those three weeks, Harry's life had dramatically changed in a variety of ways.

"You know, Harry," Hermione broke the silence, giving Harry a gentle nudge on the shoulder, "the whole point of being delivered a letter is that you read it." He looked up, startled out of his internal thoughts, and she gestured meaningfully to what Hedwig had just delivered. "I don't know what you're waiting for. Normally you'd be tearing the envelope open even before Hedwig had let go."

Harry returned his gaze to the letter and sighed. "Sorry, I guess I just got caught up a bit in my thoughts. Maybe something's happened. Things are so different now, too, that I wonder if it changes anything between us? We're legal adults after all, and with all the new laws and stuff, I wonder what he's-"

Hermione rolled her eyes. She walked over to Harry, sat down next to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, putting her head on his shoulder. "Harry, this is Sirius. I can't think of anyone else, outside this school, who cares more for you. He'd risk anything for you, Harry. He'll care for you no matter what. Just because you're now an adult in the eyes of the Ministry, or because you've been targeted by some repopulation law, that's not going to change the fact that you're his godson." Harry shrugged, knowing this but still a little uncertain. "Besides," she added, rolling her eyes again and smiling, "you know the first things he'll say when he finds out about you and me: 'About time!' followed by 'Holstered your wand yet?' or some other stupid euphemism."

Harry raised an eyebrow, smirking as he easily imagining Sirius saying those exact words, before they both burst into laughter. Hermione was dead right, as usual, he thought.

"Well on that note..." Harry grinned and began breaking the seal of the envelope. Feeling Hermione shift around from his movements, he grinned and asked, "I suppose you'd like me to hold it so you can read it to? Or shall I just read it aloud? Saves me the trouble of repeating literally everything in it after already reading it once."

Hermione did her best to look surprised. "Why, Harry, I wouldn't dream of it. That's a private letter between you and Sirius. However, if you'd like me to…"

"And do I want you to?" Harry smiled, rolling his eyes.

"I think you do, yes," Hermione answered cheekily.

Harry sighed. "I believe now I'm supposed to say something along the lines of 'Yes, dear' but I simply can't muster up the courage."

"That's fine," Hermione innocently replied, tucking her feet in as she and Harry settled on the couch in a position allowing her to see the letter. "Just hurry up and open the letter." Harry did so, mock-sighing, and they both began to read.

Harry-

First of all, I hope you're doing well! At least, as well as someone with your luck can hope to be. First Voldemort, and now all this new craziness with the Ministry. I've heard a lot of disturbing things, and I'm practically living under a rock, so I probably don't even know the worst of it. Actually, now that I think about it, a cave ceiling is rock, so right now I'm literally living under a rock. Anyway, point being, stay safe and be smart, Harry. Who knows what's to come from all of this, or who's pulling the strings? With this huge power gap in the Ministry with all the, note my sarcastic quotation marks, 'former' death eaters, someone's going to start making moves if they haven't already. And given your celebrity status there's a chance they could try and bring you in somehow. I'd recommend to just lay low for the time being, maybe contribute to the Ministry's little baby boom hopes! Settle down with a nice, smart, brown-haired, well-read, intelligent, smart, studious, perhaps Muggle-born witch. There should be one pretty close by for you, I imagine. (If you couldn't tell, I've decided to take a less subtle approach with my match-making. James and Lily always said my matchmaking kept them apart an extra year, but don't believe that. They got together in the end, didn't they? I take full credit.)

Anyway, I know you've been worrying about me, but there really isn't that much to worry about, and I'm not just saying that! I figure that just like the Ministry doesn't want to let me go, they don't exactly want to end the chase either. Their attempts to get to me so far have been half-assed at best. I'm making my way back toward you, leading them on a false trail to a little dump known as Number 4 Privet Drive. Hopefully Aurors will be ripping up the floorboards and digging up the daisies within a week. We can only hope for massive property damage. But truly, nothing much to worry about. My biggest scare was finding a horny alpha wolf during mating season. But let's not go there (thankfully, neither did the wolf).

The point I'm trying to make here, Harry, is that you don't need to worry about me. I'm repeating this because I know you, and I know you've got a bit of a 'saving people' complex. Trust me, I'll be fine. The Ministry and I are kind of at a stalemate: they can't catch me, but I can't legally defend myself or put a stop to the search. If I could pull pranks under Minerva's nose, mostly at least, without giving them concrete evidence, I can definitely stay one step ahead of whatever idiot the Ministry sends after me! Stay safe, Harry. As I said, something big is coming. This is just the beginning, I'm sure of it. I'll try to contact you more often once I'm closer, and maybe we'll be able to meet in person again soon. Give my best to Ron and Hermione!

Love, Sirius

"Wow." Hermione giggles were muffled by Harry's shoulder. "Sirius certainly seems set on putting you with someone. I wonder who she could be."

"Hmm…" Harry pretended to think. "Maybe Parvati?"

Hermione hit his shoulder in mock anger. "Very funny. It is interesting, though, how he and the Ministry are kind of locked together. I didn't think about how his manhunt is pretty much the biggest source of public support for the Ministry. The Ministry doesn't necessarily want to end the chase, even if he's too elusive for them anyway."

Harry smiled maliciously. "It makes me laugh, thinking about all that effort for nothing. I can only imagine how much of their budget he's taking up. Oh, I hope they try to arrest the Dursleys!."

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh! I just remembered!" She pushed off of Harry and ran off, leaving the Boy-Who-Lived sitting confused and alone on the couch, before coming back moments later with a stack of papers. "What you said about budgets reminded me of something I found the other day!"

"Aren't those the papers that we looked through a while ago?" Harry asked, a little too nonchalantly.

"You mean the papers that you pretended to look at before placing in the 'Done' pile?" Hermione clarified for him.

"Um….yeah. Those." Harry grimaced. Busted. Not that she'd trust his 'Done' pile regardless of how much care he took.

"Yes, they are," Hermione answered, returning her attention to the daunting stack. "Let's see here...I just saw it the other day so it must be near the top...I still haven't even made my way through a third of these, we've been sort of, uh, busy….Ah! Here we go!" For Hermione to be delayed in reading of new material truly showed how much she enjoyed her 'distractions' with Harry.

Hermione triumphantly held up a piece of paper that looked like a bank statement. "See what I mean?"

Harry took it and looked at it carefully, unsure of what he was seeing. "Uh...yeah? This looks like a bank statement."

"That's right!"

"So...what's so important about it?"

Hermione sighed. "Remember, Harry, that because of how the Ministry paired us, we're legally married and emancipated. Because of this, for all the paired couples they merged our two accounts and gave us all a bit of spending money to use for a wedding."

"Wait, wedding?" Harry's eyes widened in fear.

"That's right."

"What do we need that for?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe so that we can socialize, proclaim our relationship openly to everyone, talk to my parents…"

Harry froze. "P-p-parents! What? Why do we...I mean, I….you…"

"Harry, they're my parents! I think they deserve to know if I'm married! Did you think we'd never see them?"

"We...that, is you could….visit...I could hide…"

"Harry, there's no need to be shy. Mum and Dad are very nice, and I'm sure they'll accept you just fine, even if the circumstances are a bit weird. It's not like they don't already know who you are. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to point out…"

Harry sighed. Seeing Harry's relieved expression, Hermione quickly, "But don't think you're getting out of anything."

Very eager to put this conversation away for a later (hopefully much later) date, Harry quickly asked, "So what was it that's so important about this bank statement? I know I've got a fair bit of money at Gringotts from my parents, but I don't see what makes things so different or important now about this statement."

"Well," Hermione replied, settling back into research and teach mode, "since we're married, our Gringotts accounts should be merged. However, that wasn't the case. At least, not exactly. Instead of merging our two personal accounts, like should normally be done, I was instead written into your account. With me so far?"

Harry nodded. It seemed pretty straightforward so far. His account was weird. What part of his life wasn't, really?

"Right," Hermione continued, "so I did some digging, trying to figure out what's up with your account. We don't know a whole lot about your family besides your parents, and even them we don't know a great deal about, but we know they left a fair amount of money. However, what I've found is that many older families use both personal Gringotts accounts and a larger family account. The family one is typically for more legal, official, family-related expenses or purchases for the good of the group, while the personal account obviously is for more individual and day-to-day expenses."

"Wait," Harry interrupted, "I've never specifically made a personal account or any other. I just walked in and used that key Hagrid gave me back in First Year and they took me to a vault all set up already."

Hermione shook her head. "Actually, Harry, a new account is made automatically for you the first time you enter Gringotts if you didn't already have one formally. It really doesn't take much work at all to make one. The magical world doesn't need formal proofs of identification documents like the muggle world when they can just take a blood sample or tie your magical signature to your vault when you walk in. That said, your parents probably made you one when you were born to let you be recognized for the family account. Anyway, back on our circumstances, if you just had a personal account, ours should have merged perfectly, forming a new joint account. For me to instead be written in, rather than us having equal access to a joint account, means you have access to more than just a personal account. As there'd be no reason for you to have multiple personal accounts, I don't think that's even allowed, and as we haven't been given any corporate accounts or student accounts, it has to be a family account that you're in charge of!"

Hermione took a breath, purposely pausing for dramatic effect. "That means, Harry, as a newly emancipated, legal adult, you are now legally and magically recognized as the Head of the House of Potter!"

Harry stared at her, mouth open. "I am?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, you. You knew you didn't have family left on the Potter side, so it shouldn't be that much of a surprise."

"I guess," Harry replied, "I just didn't realize our pairing made me the Head. I never really thought about my inheritance or family standings. I don't even fully know what it means to be Head of any House, much less my own."

"Well," Hermione added helpfully, "as a Head of House, you should have direct, uncontested and unrestricted access to the Potter Manor wards, assuming one exists, as well as the wards on other owned properties. You should be able to have full say in the managing of other properties and investments, if the Potter family maintained any, and you might even have a seat on the Wizengamot! I don't really know much about the Potter family, so I can't say for certain. Not to mention, since we're legally married already, you and I can now claim the official titles of Lord and Lady Potter!"

"All that?" Harry gulped, wide-eyed. "Are you serious?"

"No," said Hermione, smiling profusely and clearly proud of herself, "that would be your godfather!"

"Ha ha, Hermione. Very funny." Harry had lost count of how many times he'd heard that before, though this had to be first time Hermione had been the one to catch him like that. Usually it was the White Sheep of the Black family himself. Sirius's parents seriously had a lot to answer for.

"All joking aside," Hermione added, hopping up off of the couch, "I think it's clear that we need to pay a visit to Gringotts in the near future and figure out what this is all going to mean. Maybe the Ministry too. Dumbledore would probably be good to talk with, And maybe Sirius, Neville, and Ron too. We were both Muggle-raised, so I'm sure there's a lot we don't know. Oh this is so exciting!" Hermione squealed, bouncing on her heels.

Harry brought a hand up to his mouth in apparent surprise. "What? Are you saying there's a lot you don't know? How can this be?" he grinned. He'd make Hermione pay for her lack of seriousness regarding the name Sirius.

"Yes there is, Mr. Potter." Hermione countered. "For instance, I don't know how much to include in my next letter to my parents. Maybe I should mention you? We've certainly gotten up to a lot of new...adventures, as of late."

That shut Harry up quick.

"I'm going to take a shower," Hermione announced, walking toward the bathroom. "Why don't you actually read a few of those papers?"

"Or I could join you…" Harry cheekily suggested. Hermione thought about it, but shook her head. "Maybe we can try that tomorrow. I was thinking, just to make things official for my Ladyship, we should consummate our marriage sooner rather than later."

With that she casually left the room, letting Harry deal with that bombshell. It took Harry a few moments to realize what Hermione had just said, but when he did his heart started beating so hard he worried that she might hear it. Eyes wide, he rushed over to the desk and began looking through papers, eager to try and pass the time until Hermione was ready for 'bed.'

About forty-five minutes later, Harry was just beginning to look through a paragraph on his emancipation when he heard a knock on the door. Relieved to have some distraction from all the reading, Harry made his way over to the portrait.

"I guess Dumbledore decided to just talk to me in person, rather that answer by letter," Harry thought. Before reading, he had sent letters to Dumbledore and Sirius asking about Houses and responsibilities. Hedwig hadn't been too happy about receiving more work, but he gave her a few extra treats and that seemed to win her over. Both men had known his father and probably his grandparents, so they might even know some specifics regarding House Potter and what his responsibilities might be as a Head. Harry had figured he'd just catch Ron and Neville after class sometime to talk.

When he walked over to the entrance and opened the door, however, Harry was extremely surprised to be staring into the eyes of none other than Ginny Weasley. Instead of her regular school robes, Ginny appeared to be wearing a set of extremely revealing, red and pink dress robes. Or pajamas. Or something. Harry didn't really dare look at anything below Ginny's neck after realizing what she was wearing, feeling his cheeks heat up and knowing he was blushing madly.

"Hey, Harry," Ginny seductively purred. "You wanna let me in?"

"Uhhhhh" Harry had no idea what to do. His brain, stuck between his physical appreciation of Ginny's clothing, or lack thereof, and the (severely hindered) rational corner of his brain screaming at him that Hermione was in the shower, this was a terrible idea even if he wanted to accept Ginny's advances, which he wasn't sure would be a good idea. This 'tug of war' of control resulted in Harry's brain essentially shutting down, his mental gears stalled out with the sudden shift. Unfortunately, Ginny seemed to take this as Harry just being in awe of her looks and as an implied affirmative.

"Thanks," Ginny replied brightly, walking past Harry and showing herself in. Closing the door behind her, Ginny started pulling Harry's arm to bring him inside. With a quick 'wow' at the sight of his well-furnished living space, she slowly pulled him with her toward the couch. Ginny gently pushed him onto it, and Harry easily fell on top the cushions, mind still utterly paralyzed with a mix of shock, uncertainty, and perhaps a hint of fear. Hermione would be coming out of the shower at any moment and Harry had a feeling she might not appreciate walking in to see this.

"I see you're already as excited as I am!" Ginny mused, looking at Harry's erect member. In truth, Harry Junior hadn't been able to rest ever since Hermione's proposal before entering the shower. Harry tried to tell Ginny this, tried to explain the situation between him and Hermione that he was now realizing maybe shouldn't have stayed as unannounced as it had, tried to say something, anything, but what came out was an incoherent mess. Before he could try again, Ginny interrupted.

"Ever since they told us about the laws and repopulation, I haven't stopped thinking of you! Mum's been wanting grandbabies for ages, and you're practically a son to her already! She'll be thrilled, don't you think!?"

"Ginny, I-"

"Oh, don't worry, I know we'll both enjoy it! It's fine if you're a bit nervous, I'm sure you'll feel a lot better once we started getting into things...especially when you do. Take it from me, tonight's going to be a night you'll never forget!"

Harry had been anticipating this already, even before Ginny came. Now he was even more certain that tonight would be quite unforgettable, though now that sounded decidedly more like a bad unforgettable than a good one. Hopefully he'd live through the night. Ginny, Harry worried, might not be so lucky.

"Ginny, maybe we should talk about this..."

"Oh, Harry, we've been talking enough already. I've been thinking about this for so long, just finally mustered up the courage tonight. It's finally time to share between us what words alone can't express! Now, let's get serious" Ginny grinned and closed in.

"Uh, he's quite far away. It'll take, um, a lot of time for him to get back. Maybe you should, well, go back to your room and wait, maybe?" Ginny shushed Harry, putting a finger to his lips, and moved in for the kill.

Ginny slowly moved onto Harry, planting herself right over his chest. Harry was finding it harder and harder to breathe, and Ginny's weight definitely wasn't the reason. Ginny slowly lowered herself down so that her face was inches away from Harry's. She looked at him and frowned. Harry didn't seem nervous in the sense she would have been expecting.

"Harry, you look absolutely terrified. What's wrong?" A thought struck her, and her eyes widened as she leaned in right next to his ear. "You are, um, into witches, aren't you Harry?" She started grinding her hips against his and, feeling something long and hard rubbing against her needy, fiery crotch, she grinned. "Mmm looks like that isn't the problem at all." Harry gulped and took in a sharp breath, about to defend himself and try and clear up this situation, when he and Ginny both heard a door slam.

"Sorry for the wait Harry, but I needed to get changed. That said, I think you'll find that it was worth the wait-"

Hermione stopped, wide eyed, as she saw a scantily clad Ginny Weasley straddling her terrified-looking husband. Harry just stared at Hermione and silently pleaded to whomever was listening that they all make it out alive.

Ginny, in turn, was staring at Hermione as if she were a ghost. Actually, Ginny didn't mind ghosts. They were sometimes annoying, but they generally left her alone. All except Moaning Myrtle. If that girl had been as annoying alive as she was as a ghost, Ginny almost couldn't blame the basilisk.

More accurately, Ginny stared at Hermione as if the girl in front of her were Voldemort, back from the dead and clad in a blood-splattered chicken suit without a head. In her mind, that would have been more expected than this. However, Hermione wasn't wearing a blood-splattered chicken suit without a head. She wasn't even wearing a chicken suit of any kind. In fact, she wasn't wearing much at all.

Hermione was clad, much to Harry's surprise and delight, in matching black lingerie. A black, lacy bra barely contained her beautiful breasts. Down below, she was wearing black, lacy panties. And, best of all, she was wearing a black garter belt with stockings. Even in this strange, awful encounter, Harry could feel himself getting hard just looking at Hermione. In any other situtation he'd have jumped off the couch to better...examine...his beautiful best friend/girlfriend/wife/homework buddy/ female living in his room.

Finally, Hermione regained her composure (though now blushing like mad) and her face slowly changed from surprised and confusion to turn and glare at the young Weasley girl. With a deep breath, obviously trying to control herself, Hermione's piercing gaze burned right through Ginny.

"Ginny," she finally got out, her voice wavering slightly in way that sent alarm bells ringing in Harry's mind, "why are you in our fucking quarters?!"

/:Note:/ Well, there you go, another chapter is done! Ha ha, I bet a lot of you were looking forward to Harry getting laid, weren't you? Too bad! Gotcha! Anyway, Ginny and Sirius have now entered the story, and things are heating up. I'm still taking suggestions for stuff, since not much is set in stone. Any praise, critiques, or comments are welcome! Thanks for reading, as always. This story has over 400 follows, which is great! Thanks again, all of you, and in all Sirius-ness I wish you the best.