Hey everyone,
I am going to bring some major changes to this chapter as well. I am going to start with a bit of backstory for my #1 character of all time and I definitely plan to create a bit more of a conflict between Molly and our KH Trio. And naturally I am going to expand on the reunion between a father and his two sons, even if the reunion is different in both situations.
Let's have fun,

Venquine1990


Chapter 02
Sirius And His Sons

5th of August 1995
Grimmauld Place, London
Sirius' POV

My life has been a series of ups and downs for as long as I can remember. For the first few years of my life, I was happily willing to live up to my parents' way of life and their expectations. Yet then I noticed that my younger brother, Regulus, didn't get the same treatment from them as I did and was even considered the lesser son or something. I loved Regulus with my life and considered this wrong, that all siblings should be treated the same.
I therefore saw it as my duty as older brother to make up for my parents' mistake and yet, because I was only five years old, I did the only thing I could think of. I started going against my parents' expectations. This angered them and they started to love, accept and care for Regulus the way they previously did me. It caused me a lot of pain when they punished me, but my goals were still reached in the end. And I loved that.

Then six years later I met a young man named James Potter, who introduced me to two others. James actually loved the way that I tormented those that I thought in the wrong and accepted me for the young man I was growing into. Combine that with the fact that a war was raging and that sides were being drawn even in school and I found myself a new purpose; a purpose that made me work even harder to go against my parents' way of life. And I loved it.
Five years after starting this, when I was in my Sixth, I discovered that the fact that I met James before Remus or Peter was an absolute sign of destiny as my Inner Veela – a creature that has been part of my family's heritage for generations even if some members of my family look down on creatures like that – chose the young man as my destined mate. Yet the fact that I had this in my blood almost gave my family the means to get back into my life.
My mother especially tried to use it to control me, to control my future the same way I used to accept before my first great realization at age five, but with help of James and his family, I managed to escape her once and for all. And after this the messy-haired teen came up with what was supposed to have been our greatest prank ever. Yet because of circumstances completely out of our control has the prank been turned on us instead. And I hate this.

James and I managed to keep our relationship and entwined destiny a secret from almost everyone bar James' wife, Lily Evans who became his sister while faking to be his wife, and our friend, Remus, who was a werewolf himself and who was able to recognize our bond. Yet even our ever-observant Headmaster was left in the dark about this. We even managed to have two sons, yet Destiny seemed determined to ruin our happiness every time it was offered to us. And I hate that.
Our first born, who we named Sora, was taken from us in the actual first hours of his birth and all that was left was a strange-looking sort of fruit. And our second one, named Harry, has been living a life of hardships and troubles for fourteen years, losing his birth mother at the age of one and being of the belief that he lost both his parents instead of just his father. And the entire time I have continued the worldwide lie that I am the boy's godfather instead of his parent. And I hate that.

I hate with every fiber of my being that even Remus has forgotten who James was really in love with and know that it is thanks to the fact that everyone here, everyone who once knew either my mate or his sister, still grieves over the loss of him and Lily. Still, the fact that he has either forgotten who I am in regards to James or that he fakes not knowing has brought me into a dilemma.
Harry, who has just spent a month with people he is only distantly related to and only through magic and not blood, is now finally at Grimmauld and I can sense the discomfort and anger of my son even three floors below him. This makes me know that he is probably shouting the hides of Ron and Hermione full, something I would be talking to him about if he were to actually know of my true relation to him – and to little Sora.

I sigh as that name rings through my head yet again, just like it did all those times while I was in Azkaban or when I had a few minutes to myself without having to worry for my son or my own safety and I whisper to myself: "As long as you're safe, son." A chant I have been whispering since we discovered that the star-shaped fruit that was left after my son disappeared did not originate anywhere on this planet.
To know that my son is somewhere in a world far away from here – as I had checked Muggle science and had discovered that all planets in this so-called Solar System were bare of life and that I discovered thanks to finding out that the strange fruit doesn't grow on earth – is a fact that had, during my imprisonment, often brought me to tears, but now that I am out and about, I constantly turn my focus away from these thoughts.
Still the fact that, even now that we are both in the home of our ancestors as my mother always calls it, I can't tell my own flesh and blood that I am his father as I am sure that everyone – in their grief – will tell Harry different and that this could break my relationship with him, is one I hate with a passion, but not even that fact is something I hate as much as I am currently growing to hate one Molly Anne Weasley née Prewett.

The woman is a downright monster, not just to me, but to anyone she obviously thinks below her, which is often even two of her own sons. She had even been able to silence my mother's portrait, stating that it was due to the strength she gained from raising six sons, but I had seen that it was really something else as the first time this had happened, my mother's portrait had gasped in something I can only describe as pure fear.
And because I know my mother, I know that very little scares her. So for her to be terrified enough that the magic of the curtains almost worked on their own command is something that has made me distrust the ginger-haired woman ever since. And while I know that Harry very much cares for her and her family, this distrust of mine has been growing into a solemn hatred over the last month that she has been in my family home.
The worst part of it all is when I check on my fellow inhabitants, as is my right as Head of House, even though Molly sometimes tries to do the same and calls it her being a mother. At these times I hear Molly whispering about Harry, his money and some baby he will have with Ginny, while at the same time I hear the twins mumble about Harry in ways that I don't want to think of – especially not as they concern my son, the only link I have left to my family.

I hate that these twins make me embarrassed about how they think of my child and I hate Molly for not seeing the possible love that could bloom between the twins and my son, so lost as she is in her own plans. I grumble and softly growl every time the woman starts to talk about my son – even more when she tries to argue with me. And the fact that she is often the one to start these arguments and then gets others on her side is the worst of it all.
How a woman that demanding can follow someone like Dumbledore, who – while not currently the brightest – obviously cares more for Harry and his opinions than this wretch does, is something I just can't understand. But I know that – even while locked up here – I won't give up a bit of my rights to care for Harry, not one. Dumbledore and the Ministry has already made me give up the chance to raise my son, I won't give up more than that.
Still the wretch seems to realize this as her attempts to argue with me have strangely enough increased since Harry's letter, a letter he had sent shortly after being attacked by Dementors of all creatures. I don't blame Harry one bit for the torn up flesh on my hands as I would have written him, if his location had been closer to mine. Though I actually won that argument as I stated: "Ron would have demanded the same and you know it." And the woman had begrudgingly agreed.

I do not agree with Dumbledore that the letters with too much information or information that was only known to the Order and not Voldemort have a much higher chance of being intercepted by Death Eaters as I know that my son and friends are intelligent enough to hide such information away if given the chance. But I do agree that there is too much flying distance between his location and mine, and that this makes the chance bigger nonetheless.
This had been my only reason for agreeing with Dumbledore on not sending too much information, but I can only scowl as I think of all the letters Ron and Hermione had been sending to him. Their information was even less than ours and yet they received more and more letters the longer they kept in contact with Harry. I had tried not to feel pained or insulted over this and just remembered that Harry knew them longer, trusted them more.
I had, however, been able to intercept one of those letters from Ron to Harry myself and had groaned after reading it, almost to the extent where I had told Ron off. His lousy letter had been filled with nothing but vague hints as to our location, that they were busy cleaning and apparently another reminder that they had to keep up a level of secrecy and when Harry would see us again and yet nothing substantial or, to a teenager, of great importance.

I had easily recognized this as a letter that had been written and rewritten several times. I had surreptitiously left a small hint with the redhead that such letters just don't work with teenagers who are just discovering their hormones and how they act in a person's body – namely teenagers of either fourteen or fifteen years of age. Ron had luckily enough taken the hint as his next letter had held a little more clarity.
Still the letter would have surely set Harry off nonetheless and the way Hedwig had been tormenting us for the last three days was something only Molly was against. At least until I talked her out of daring to suggest that Harry didn't have the right to be like this. I had shown her I cared not for her opinion by seating Hedwig near me the next time I tried doing something and the owl focused on prompting only me into writing.
I had afterwards explained Hedwig why I didn't write anything satisfactory and the owl had been insulted by the idea of being intercepted. But she had clearly not taken it out on any of us, which I took as a sign that she did agree with the chances and the risk of the situation, no matter which owl we decided to use. I had made sure of this by reminding the pretty white bird of how much her owner cared for her and how he worried over her.

By now I am sure that Ron and Hermione are very glad that they don't have to write the same letters anymore, but I am also willing to bet that they won't be able to supply Harry with what he wants the most. And yet again I curse Dumbledore for not listening when I tried coming up with a compromise for our secrecy and Harry's right to knowledge. Yet I also curse the fact that, as more time passes, my words are being ignored more and more.
It had started with me telling the Order and the other residents where they could or could not go, but by now I might as well be mute. And my idea for compromise being left unheard irks me the most as it had been a very simple procedure where I would have told Harry that, as long as he didn't break my trust or his promise to me, I would tell him where it would and would not be beneficial to the Order for him to go to. No talks of the Prophesy or what Voldemort wanted, just proof that I knew Harry would trust the Order's judgment.
Unfortunately, just like Molly and her need to clean, Albus will not hear of it one bit, not even now that Harry is here. Instead he seems to want to focus this entire meeting on the pros and cons of the upcoming hearing Harry will have and how Cornelius Fudge will surely try to work it in his advantage. Something I think absolutely abhorrent as no adult should want to go and slander a minor the way our Minister does.

The idea alone infuriates me and of course distracts me, but then the meeting is over and everyone but Remus, Moody, the Weasleys, Tonks and Kingsley leaves the basement of my ancestral home. I catch myself from trying to think: "If only the truth was known more worldwide. No one would dare slander the son of the House of Black." And I notice that the wretch has gone to fetch the kids, of who I know were trying to listen in as the wards informed me of a Extendable Ear being used.
I shake my head at this as it's just stupid to try and put kids and a top-secret organization together in the same house. Especially Gryffindor kids as those – next to Ravenclaw kids – are the most curious and have the biggest chances of trying to explore whatever they can – whether they are allowed to do so or not. And I just know that the others know this as well as especially Harry, Ron and Hermione have been proving this for years.
I shake my head at this as I whisper at Remus: "We are so going over this the entirely wrong way, Remus, it's just not funny." My friend, who had been sitting close to Albus during the meeting sits down next to me and asks: "What do you mean, my friend?" And while I try not to frown at how he sounds like a teacher talking to a student, I say: "Putting a Top-Secret Organization and teenage kids together in the same house? That's impossible."

Remus sighs and says: "It's also the safest, especially for Harry now that he has been attacked." This makes me snort as the attack only further proves to me that Harry is not safe at the Dursleys. Something I have known since Harry willingly accepted to come and live with me, long before my name was actually cleared. And another thing that has become more and more repetitive is me ignoring how Remus looks at me with pity, as if he thinks I am just too affected by my stay in Azkaban to properly understand the situation.
The werewolf, who I once considered my closest friend and confidant, lies a hand on my shoulder, but then the screaming voice of my mother is heard yet again. And while I wonder what set her off this time, I also curse this house for its many inconveniences as I rush up from the basement to the first floor landing. I shout at my mother to shut up, throw her curtains closed, throw my hair back and greet my little boy.

A little while later Tonks has managed to give Harry a glimpse of our plans, the twins almost cut my hand off, Molly caused for yet another uncomfortable silence between her and her family and we all had a fabulous dinner. During the latter I used non-verbal, wandless family magic to protect my food and that of my son from hidden ingredients or effects and after this I decide to relieve my son of some of his inquisitive worries as I say:
"Not just yet, Molly." I try not to add any bite to her name as I don't want anyone here to know how much she actually disgusts me. I push my plate away and hate the fact that there was actually a very light draught in the food that was meant to make me more gullible or something. I turn to my son as I say: "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort."
Instantly everything around me freezes and I can almost sense the darkness of that woman coming off of her with her anger as I try not to look at anyone but my son. This because of two reasons, one of them being that I want to give the Order the sense they have been giving me and the other is me knowing how important this one on one contact will be for him and it seems that Harry gets a new flash of his anger up as he tells me indignantly:

"I did! I asked Ron and Hermione, but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so –." But there Molly gives me another reason to hate her as she doesn't even give me the chance to interfere, let alone come up with my idea for the compromise or be the parent/guardian she knows I have the right to be. Instead of that, she gives off an air of proud fury or something as she says:
"And they're quite right!" I try not to roll my eyes at her and turn them skyward as I know she has her eyes on me. She wants me to fight against her for no apparent reason other than her pettish need to exert dominance and prove herself the superior parent as she probably thinks herself to be as she continues: "You're too young!" At this I almost break down laughing as age is something that I know depends on much more than just how old someone is in years.

Instead of that, I ask: "Since when did someone have to be in the Order to ask questions?" And I send her such a short challenging glare that I know she will later wonder whether or not she saw it right. Before I decide to come to my son's defense as Harry seems to respect Molly too much to fight her. This is something I know I will have to rectify later as I also took some kind of suspicious draught out of his food as well and say:
"Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen –." Yet as I say this, I realize that I am taking this the wrong way. Fred and George, who I know are crushing on my son for all of the right reasons, almost stand up. A small part of me shortly wonders if, perhaps, my son might recognize the two as his potential mates as George interrupts me loudly: "Hang on!"
It's thanks to the month that I have been trapped inside this place that I can keep the two apart. I have also spent the last mostly in their presence as they are obviously determined to keep the mood in the house enjoyable. And Fred says: "How come Harry gets his questions answered?" And for a short second I wonder if I was right about them, but then I realize it's just their hormones affecting their anger as they must be vying for information as Harry probably is.
I realize that this is only more proof of my earlier theory and send a knowing glance at Remus, who nods without making it obvious to anyone else who is looking at us while George says: "We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing." I send a quick glance at Molly, who obviously fumes at George's language, something I think is ridiculous as I hear her use a lot worse plenty of times.

I shake my head at yet another sign of her bad parenting skills and then feel chills running down my spine as Fred impersonates his mother just a little too well for my liking and says: "You're too young, you're not in the Order." He then glares and while I feel impressed with the power shining in his eyes like a brown colored flame, he says: "Harry's not even off age!" And instantly I understand the source of their anger.
They're not angry at not getting information, they're worried that if Harry gets more information than them that they won't be able to protect him. I try not to smile at this as I am sure that Harry has inherited some of my Veela blood and that that blood is now calling out to the twins and that Fred is obviously the Dominant in the relationship. Even if the redhead himself doesn't realize this yet and I decide not to make matters worse and say:
"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing, that's your parents' decision." And I send Fred and George a quick glance, motioning to their mother with my eyes as I know that Arthur has had moments where he at least considered being more open with his kids. Then I decide that it is time I remind Remus of the little something that only he, I myself and James used to know all those years ago and say:

"Harry, on the other hand –." But again the wretch just has to challenge me as she sharply says: "It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry!" I clench my teeth together as she seems the only one to think this. A single glance makes me know that no one seems to agree with her. And while I am grateful that no one else here is willing to sneakily declare that they think nothing of my duty as godfather, the wretch goes on and says:
"You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?" And while I secretly think: "I never forget what people say when it concerns people I care about a lot more than you do, you wretch." I decide to slightly give in to her challenge. But only slightly as I have no intention of losing my temper in front of the children. I consider that one of the worst of her traits and I have sworn myself to never be like this wretch as I ask:
"Which bit?" This time hiding my anger at her with a polite tone as I am still determined to keep this to a polite discussion and not some all-out brawl or fight for dominance. Apparently my tone doesn't seem to invite her to be just as polite as she says: "The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know." She emphasizes the last three words and I hold down on my anger as she looks down on me as if seeing a three year old.

I hate how she tries to get my anger up to the surface, something she probably thinks will help her win. That just reminds me of how Death Eaters like my crazy cousin tried to do the same during the war, I decide to use cold hard facts to tear her argument down and say: "I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly. But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back, he has more right than most to –."
And while I know that I made her – and some others – uncomfortable with using the name, mostly because she lost her brothers to the taboo Voldemort put on it all those years ago. She seems to lose her own common sense as she says: "He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix! He's only fifteen and –."
But this time I interrupt her, yet I still try to use a polite tone and I still keep my anger under a tight leash. I am determined to prove myself a worthy Head of House as well as proud father and I strongly say: "And he's dealt with as much as most in the Order." This reminder in turn makes my anger be instantly replaced with great worry, something I try not to show either as I just go on and say: "And more than some."

I try not to look at Molly directly at this or the kids or even my cousin, but then the wretch makes it easier on me as she says: "No one's denying what he's done! But he's still –." Now I feel the leash on my anger thinning and I decide to remind her that age is more than just a number as experience is just as important a factor to this. This is something I feel Albus should be reminded of as well as he actually inducted graduates into the Order last time and say:
"He's not a child!" And I just know that I won the argument in Harry's eyes as I feel his happiness almost radiating at me as he stares at me. I also notice Remus hiding a small smile of pride behind his clasped hands as he watched me. The rest of the kids, and even some of the Order members have been switching their gazes between me and the wretch. I let a small smile be shown on my face to show Harry I have his side before Molly says:
"He's not an adult either!" And while I wish that I could agree with that, I know that, after last June, that statement is no longer true. At least not fully as Harry's mindscape is surely that of an adult now and again I wish that Albus hadn't forbidden Tonks from bringing her mother into the Order. But then the wretch makes the leash I have on my anger snap as she – with reddened cheeks – says: "He's not James, Sirius!"

And instantly I need to tone down on most of my anger as I have no desire to change into my Veela form here – even if it will possibly remind Remus who James really belonged to. And instead of rising to her obvious bait, I decide to show her what can happen when you try to anger a Black. I close my eyes for the shortest of seconds and pull out all of the anger I felt when confronting Pettigrew in the Shrieking Shack as I coldly spat:
"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks Molly." But then, while I actually notice Tonks and Kingsley share a look as if they doubt this, Molly makes it even worse as she says: "I'm not sure you are! Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!" And this causes for me to be the one to start trembling, but then in a desperate need to keep my ever slipping self-control in place.

"More like I have a new chance with the family I once had in James and his parents, you bitch." I think, but I don't say this as Harry asks: "What's wrong with that?" And I hate those four words with a passion as Harry should be trying to find out who he is, not try and be the mirror image of his father – or actually his mother. Yet another thing I have noticed every time Remus, Minerva and Albus talk about Harry, it's that they compare him to James and Lily.
Then, for a single short second, Molly makes me feel as if she does actually understand how to treat Harry as she says: "What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him!" Then, while I try not to raise a suspicious eyebrow at her sudden change in this argument, she angers me again and says: "You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!"
And while I hate myself, I open my mouth, ready to use that vile title of godfather yet again. I first want to convince Remus that I'm Harry's father before taking any other step concerning this. But while I remind myself that I can't reveal a secret that big in a room this public, especially not to my only son, a bright light shines from the doorway to the stairs, somehow coming from the floor and blinding us all.

Instantly Moody, I myself, Remus and Harry have our wands drawn, while Kingsley, Tonks, Arthur and Bill go to stand in front of everyone else. And while I hate how my special little boy has the mind of a warrior at the age of fifteen, I know that it proves my point of him having the right age to know what is going on with a war that will – thanks to Voldemort and his madness – be centered around him for sure.
I also lie one hand on my chair and use my link with the home to sense the light's purpose. And to my relief it seems to be friendly. But then, when the light leaves the room, I can only gasp in shock as I see the three people standing there. One of them has messy brown hair and sea-blue eyes that shine with a happiness that I wish would shine in Harry's eyes as well, yet there is no mistaking that blue color as only Blacks can get eyes that blue.
I look at my long-lost son, a boy I was almost willing to go looking for after escaping from Hogwarts a few years ago. I try to suppress tears as I suddenly hear something that makes my control over my Veela side snap: "NO! I GOT RID OF YOU! YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN HERE! HOW DID YOU GET BACK HERE! I GOT RID OF YOU!" I turn my head from where my son and his friends are standing and see Molly.

The woman has a mad gleam in her eyes and her hands are covered in some strange swirling cloud of black-colored tendrils of smoke. The same kind of tendrils rising up from the outer corners of her eyes as she looks at both my son and his male friend, who has silver hair and crystal blue eyes – and who is fiercely glaring at the woman. And with my hand still on my chair I can easily sense that, unlike my son, the woman's intent is anything but friendly.
Then the boy speaks and says: "We used means stronger than you will ever be." And my son – my Sora – then puts a hand on his heart as he strongly says: "You can take us from our home, but you can't take our need to come home." And I smirk as that is a comment James would have made – something I know Remus realizes too if his gasp is anything to go by. And I really hope that this realization will help the man get back on my side.

Then Arthur, who has his wand in hand, but isn't aiming it at either my son or his two friends, asks: "Molly, do you know these kids?" And yet it's the girl that answers: "Not me, but she does know Sora and Riku. And if I have to go by the smirk on that man's face, I'd say he does too." And I smile as the red-haired girl with sea-blue eyes looks straight at me. Then everyone else looks at me as well and Remus asks:
"Sirius?" And I sigh as I decide that it's high time that idiot gets off his stupid cloud of ignorant bliss. Especially because I hate the idea of my sons being able to rely on their father, but not his closest friend as I say: "You can ask me to accept a lot, Remus, but I will never accept that you don't remember what I named my first born. Even if you still grieve Lily and James, you have no right to forget about that – or about him."
The man looks shocked and then looks down as he says: "Sirius, it wouldn't be right. You're still a wanted man and –." But then, while I suddenly realize that I might have been wrong about the man and his reasons for feigning ignorance, my eldest son makes my heart sing with pride as he says: "Wanted man, hunted man, tortured man. What of those titles takes a man his right to be a father? Especially to a son he lost before infancy."

And instantly I want to walk over and hug my son tightly and I ignore the irritated grunt from Moody as I know he still has his wand aimed at the three of them. But then suddenly that wretch's voice shouts: "STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" I turn around and my eyes widen as suddenly the woman throws a ball created from the dark tendrils that were surrounding her hands at me. I try to raise my wand and conjure a shield, but then one forms before me.
I turn around and my eyes widen as I see the silver-haired boy that I know is Frank's son, Riku, standing beside me, his hand actually raised up to my side and that being the source of the shield. The ball slams against it, but it dissipates right after. Riku lowers the shield and scoffs as he says: "Figures. You're still too weak. You're no challenge. But that doesn't mean I will allow you to keep a father from his son any longer."

I smile at this and while I know that I will have a lot to explain to Harry, something I still don't feel confident doing so this publicly, I decide to follow the boy's advice. I turn back to the boy's friends and move over to hug my long-lost son. Sora hugs me back, his face in my shoulder and whispers: "I had a good life, dad. I know I am who you would have wanted me to be. You can really be proud of me, I promise."
I smile widely, the sense of his healthy body proving me that my son has lived a good life while away from home and whisper into his hair: "I know, son, I know." I then turn to the other boy and say: "Sorry to say your parents aren't here, Riku. They –." I stop and instantly the happy smile disappears off of Riku's face, to be replaced with a worried frown as he asks: "Did she get to them as well?" And I see him motion for Molly.

The woman screeches and while her sons now look at the boy affronted, but I shake my head as I say: "Others did. They're not dead, they're just – just – just no longer able to function in the world outside of their rooms." This worries the three teenagers and seems to confuse every one of the kids bar my own before the girl asks: "Are they hurt? Where are they? What happened to them? Did the Darkness take their hearts?"
This confuses me and I ask: "What?" And to my shock and that of others – Moody even raising his wand again in his own sense of shock – the three of them show us a blade, the size of a regular sword, but each of them very different from the other that they summon from thin air. My son's sword actually looks like a key with a golden guard, a bright blue rain guard and silver teeth at the end that kind of look like a crown or something.
Riku on the other hand has a sword that is made of silver with two grooves running the length of the blade at the center. The blade also juts out and then cuts back in just before it connects to the guard. The girl's sword looks quite harmless, having the color of a sunset and having flowers as teeth at the end of the blade and finally having a fruit for a chain, yet the look of hidden power in her eyes proves otherwise.

But then, thanks to all of the times I thought back to that fateful day, I recognize the fruit symbol that dangles from her weapon and shout: "THAT'S THE FRUIT WE FOUND IN SORA AND RIKU'S CRIBS! AFTER THEY WERE SENT AWAY!" And the girl looks at the fruit as I hear Molly cursing and Arthur asks his wife: "Molly, what on earth do you know of this? And why are you so against any of this anyway?"
And while I feel horribly stupid for not recognizing the woman for who she really is this entire time, I spat: "Simple, Arthur, I did not want to say this in front of everyone, but I have always believed that someone I trusted had taken me my son. And while, until now, I believed that to be Pettigrew, I now feel stupid as even he would not be low-hearted enough – let alone powerful enough – to send my son to another world."

"So – so Sora really – really is?" Harry, who actually dropped his wand on the floor, asks me. I can't be happier as Sora steps forward and with a loving smile on his face he says: "His son? Yep, and so are you." Harry looks absolutely flabbergasted at this and I say: "I wanted to tell you, but I first wanted a steady home, not to mention be somewhere more private and everyone else had already sold you the stupid excuse of me being your godfather and all."
"You're – you're my – but – but what about?" Harry now stutters and I decide that, private situation or not, my son deserves the full truth as I say: "My family has been producing Veela for generations and James was my Veela mate, but he loved Lily like a sister and wanted her protected as Voldemort was really into targeting powerful Muggleborns. So we used a Time Turner and they married on the same time he and I bonded to each other.
We just faked that Lily was pregnant both times James was and said that Lily's pregnancy made James real needy to stay home. This gave us the perfect excuse not to let his pregnant form be seen by the public as we feared what Voldemort would do with a child born from a disowned Veela and the Lord of an Ancient Line. Or even my mother, who you met just earlier."

Harry looks at me in shock and I send a quick look at Riku. He nods to prove that he will keep me safe from another attack as I let go of one of my sons, only to walk over and closely hug the other, whispering: "Please Harry, forgive me for not saying anything, but even that doofus over there has been faking that he doesn't remember this. I just didn't want to tell you one thing and have everyone else tell you otherwise."
The boy nods and then Riku says: "Well, now that that has been taken care of, time to do what Master Yen Sid told us." And I see all three of them aim their weapons at Molly. This causes for Moody to glare at them as he re-aims his wand, yet to my relief I notice that Remus and Tonks are also fingering their wands, a need to protect shown on their faces and Molly herself looks shocked for only a short second before getting angry again as Riku says:
"You might have noticed, you fiend, that we don't look the ages we're supposed to be, but that is because we are nineteen and twenty years old respectively, so figure that one out, if you can." And instantly Hermione, who looks more scandalized than I think she should and who is actually still wandless herself, stands up and says: "You used Time-Travel!" And while Riku just mentioned his age, she still sounds as if she thinks herself older and smarter than him.

"Right in once, orders of our Master, of course." This worries me as that is something similar to what Death Eaters call Voldemort and I ask: "Master?" Yet Sora smiles at me reassuringly and says: "Master Yen Sid, our mentor and the one that named us Keyblade Masters." And he swings the weapon in his hand a single time before aiming it at the angry wretch yet again, while I can see her fingering her own wand and see the dark energy swirl in the other.
I move one arm away from Harry ever so slowly to grab my own yet again as I have no intention of letting her hurt my son yet again. I glance at Harry ever so shortly. The boy nods and moves alongside me as I take a step, blocking Sora from her sight as Kairi says: "Listen up, woman, in every heart, there is darkness. The older someone gets the more darkness can grow in one's heart. This depends on the life this person leads.
If a person leads a truly dark life, one where they take pleasure in causing others pain or ruining the lives of those around them and gives in to the Darkness they turn into monsters called Heartless – or so we thought. Apparently in this world, if you give yourself over to the Darkness, you can learn to control the Heartless – and that is exactly what I've seen you do during the months of June and July in nineteen-ninety-eight."

Then Sora, who actually comes to stand with me and my other son, his hand tightly gripping his weapon, goes on: "Naturally, after seeing such a thing, Kairi informed our Mentor, Master Yen Sid, and he too got a good look at this world, he studied it alongside her. He discovered my and Riku's heritage and told us that – even if we would step in and stop you from controlling the Heartless in that timeline, it would not be as beneficial as if we did it now."
Then Riku comes to stand on our other side and even moves a hand in front of Harry defensively. I smile at him as he goes on and says: "So he gave us this ball of energy, gave us these three books and told us to go to this date, to separate your wretched form – and that little runt over there – from Sora's brother and then to give Sirius this letter – which I can only assume will explain everything all over again, but probably better."

And I notice that Ginny seems to try and hide the way that she too has these dark tendrils swirling around her form. Riku hands me a small envelope at the end of this speech, before he turns his weapon straight at Ginny. This is something that has Ron standing up, but then Kairi says: "Ron, if you don't want Harry's happiness to be ruined by that runt, you sit down now." But Ron seems adamant to protect his little sister and asks:
"What proof do you have that Harry's happiness will be ruined?" But then I say: "This." And while my inner Veela is now practically screaming to come out and break the two wretches in half, I show him a picture of an older Harry scowling at an older Ginny, who is cuddling up to him on a rickety-looking staircase, while the other steps are covered in little black creatures with antennas on their heads and yellow eyes.

Ron looks at the picture shocked and I say: "The envelope is full of them. All kinds of pictures that prove that these two control those black little monsters – which I guess is those Heartless you mentioned – and are ruining your lives. There's even one of you and Hermione." And as Ron looks at me shocked, I use my wand to hand him the second picture I had found in the envelope, as I am not willing to step away from my family.
This one shows a very stiff Ron and Hermione sitting together while the same little creatures crawl over the couch around them, the only parts touching each other being the hands that are obviously clasped together in moral support instead of affection or anything else. Ron takes the picture and looks at it open-mouthed, Hermione and the twins standing on either side of him and all three of them looking at the picture over his shoulders.
Arthur gently summons the picture out of his son's hands and looks at it himself. And while a broken look comes across his face, he asks: "What – what are those monsters doing inside the Burrow?" And Kairi answers: "Inside, they control your lives the way those two want to. Outside, they keep anyone who can save all of you away from what she probably thinks is a perfectly good family home – more like a prison in Hollow Bastion, if you ask me."

And Sora and Riku nod in agreement, while I can only worry for the dark shadow I saw pass over Riku's eyes when Kairi said Hollow Bastion. Then Fred asks: "Wait, our lives? You mean – all of us?" And I nod as I use magic to lie the pictures down spread out across the table, some showing George, others Bill and Fleur and one even Arthur. Yet I also make sure to just send the picture of Bill and Fleur to the boy himself as it shows him and the Veela in bed.
Both men look shocked and I can't blame either of them as the one with Bill shows him and his obvious girlfriend being forced into making love. And the other picture shows a horrendous sight of the creatures destroying his shed and several Muggle things inside it. And the man in the picture is holding hands with that wretch, obviously trying to squeeze comfort out of the cold-hearted bitch next to him that probably caused for the destruction in the first place.

I hate how there is now such obvious proof for how little Molly cares, even for her son's privacy, the rights of his girlfriend – or perhaps even his wife – or own husband. I decide on something I never thought I would do and say: "Kreacher, here. NOW!" And I hiss the last part, I order the little filth to appear with a crack as he bows and asks: "What can Kreacher do for Master?" Before he starts to mumble under his breath again.
I don't care for this and I say: "Put Molly Anne and Ginerva Molly under House Arrest. Lock them in my father's room and don't let them out. No one is allowed in there without my express permission. They, their food and their clothes are now your full responsibility. Am I clear, Kreacher?" And while I can tell that the little devil hates his new orders and that Hermione obviously hates me for even giving him an order, he spats:
"Yes Master, Kreacher will obey." Then I decide to give him some incentive and say: "You can safeguard the future happiness of an Heir of Black the better you follow these orders, Kreacher. They might not look it due to glamours and lives away from here, but there are two Heirs of the House of Black currently present."
I can see the little wretch look at the room in shock and then he bows, lower than he did before and says: "Kreacher will do anything for future House of Black." And with a snap of his fingers, Molly and Ginny disappear out of the room. Ginny actually raises her arm and obviously tries to throw a ball of those dark tendrils just before she gets popped out. Kreacher snaps his fingers again and disappears himself. I smile in a very satisfied way.

I finally put my wand away and most of the others – bar Alastor, of course – follow my example. I turn to the books Riku also had been carrying and as he puts them on the table, I ask: "And those books are?" And Sora cringes as he says: "They're about the next three years. And they're not pretty." To this Riku asks: "How do you know this?" And Sora answers: "I took a quick peek at one of the back covers. The summary isn't comforting."
This makes me cringe as well, even if I had not been expecting any less as they are probably about the upcoming war against Voldemort. Then I look at the others and know what they will probably now expect of me. I clear my throat and Harry and Sora are the first to look at me. I smile ever so shortly before I focus back on a task James and I had agreed would be mine once the boys were old enough to remember and understand.
I take a deep breath and try to focus on my need to take on this role without losing myself to my memories of better times and I say: "I know you had rules back where you came from, Sora, and I know you don't like rules all that much, Harry. But your grandfather from James' side had three rules that he took to heart. James and I had agreed when James was pregnant with Sora, that we would let you follow these rules as well."

The two boys nod, both looking solemn, but I can't help, but hate the look of hidden fear that is in Harry's eyes as I say: "The first rule is that you never, ever knowingly hurt yourself or someone else. An enemy like these Heartless, or a Death Eater." As I explain this, I silently think to myself: "Heavens, let that never happen." And while I am filled with renewed determination to protect my family, I say: "Is tolerated, any other person isn't."
"And what if someone who is not a Death Eater attacks Harry or Sora first?" Ron asks of me. I know that he probably has a good reason to ask this, especially because I know that Lucius' son, Draco, is in his year and has probably tried this a few times. I take a deep breath and try to feel like I did when James first told me that I would be responsible for making sure that these rules were lived up to by our boys and say:
"James asked me to make sure these rules were lived up to by both Sora and Harry and while an attack by someone else is an exception, I will still consider punishment if I find that they instantly retaliated with an attack instead of thinking of ways to get out of that attack unharmed. This rule is for their safety and for their safety mostly. Not to mention that a good fighter can win any fight in many ways more than just a wand or sword."

This makes Ron nod, while Remus now has an amused smirk on his face and a raised eyebrow to show me his disbelief. I glower at him for a very short second as I hate how he lives in the past so much he doesn't see how I am trying to grow into being the responsible father James would have wanted me to be. And while I do understand why the man seems hesitant to let me accept this role, I do not feel willing to share in his reasoning anymore.
The man catches the glower and the raised eyebrow is joined by the other in shock as I say: "The other goes more for Harry than for Sora, but mostly because of what happened at the end of Harry's third year." This makes Harry gulp and I take a deep breath to repress my own horrible memories of that night. I still shudder as I almost feel as if the Dementors are here as I say: "Harry, I cannot deny my gratefulness for you saving me."

This makes my son smile at me, while Sora and Riku share a worried glance and I turn to Harry, lying my hands on his shoulders and locking my grey eyes with his emerald green ones as I say: "But I can also not deny that the idea of you willingly confronting Dementors makes me want to lock you in the top of Gryffindor tower and keep anyone and everyone away from you – just to keep you safe from harm and possible death."
This makes Harry cringe, even if this is followed with a grateful and loving smile. I take this as a good sign as I say: "Therefore the second rule goes for you more than Sora, at least for now. Next to never intentionally hurting yourself or another person, I never – ever – want to see you endanger yourself. Any event where you believe you can end up in the Hospital Wing and where you still go through with it, will be punished."

Harry now cringes in on himself and I sigh. I pull the boy in for a short and comforting hug and ignore how he tenses for only a second before I pull back and say: "Understand that this is simply a rule to help you stimulate every bit of your natural born survival instincts. Any child born in a war is born with those instincts and I am just trying to help you develop every aspect of them as currently I only see your hero instincts growing.
That worries me, Harry, because it doesn't help you stimulate your magic, your talents, your intelligence or even your common sense. And we both know that there are enough witches and wizards out there who lack common sense." This makes the twins share a snicker, yet I keep the situation serious and say: "I just don't want you ending up like them, especially not with Voldemort around the corner."

Remus now looks at me shocked, which only further fuels my annoyance and turns it into anger. But I keep it at bay as I see Harry relax again. He sends me a small smile and for a moment I wish to break the glamour just so I can see his real eye color before I say: "One last rule and then we will discuss the punishments, if I catch you breaking these rules. And understand that this rule is a matter of trust more than anything else."
Sora and Harry both nod, Sora this time being the one to look uncomfortable and I say: "Never, ever, ever lie. If there is something you don't want to tell me or a question you don't wish to answer, tell me. But never lie. Lying will get you nowhere and by our family will only be seen as a sign that you don't take us or our rights as your family serious enough to be honest with us."
The two look shocked and then Sora says: "I won't ever lie, dad. I promise." And Harry nods, his head almost moving too fast for me to not catch the determination in his eyes to live up to that promise. I smile at my two boys and think: "That speech does the job every time, Uncle Charles." I think of my father-in-law, who did so much for me, both to help me recover from my family's treatment and to get me together with my beloved James.

I then take a deep breath and say: "I know you and your friends are way past the age of grounding, but I can honestly say that, in the matter of these rules, you can be over the age of sixty and you still don't break them. Dorea, your grandmother from your mother's side, once put Charles, your grandpa, in the corner for trying a spell he knew could hurt him. And even the fact that he is actually the Head of the House didn't help his cause in that case."
This makes all of the Weasleys snicker, including Arthur who had been gazing at where Molly and Ginny had vanished with a heart-broken look as I say: "And I will do the same with you. So break the first rule and it's the corner. No turning around, no talking, just sit in the corner and think of what you did. The time limit can go from ten minutes for two full hours. Any longer will depend on whether or not you broke the second rule and that can extend to a grounding of a week."

My boys nod and Riku, who is now leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a smile on his face, says: "Our adoptive parents back at the islands had just about the same rules when we were growing up. If you break one of them, you were not allowed to leave the Main island for a certain amount of time." I nod, while I wonder where exactly my little Sora had been send to and then say: "Another part of the second punishment – well."
I take a deep breath and say: "I once did something in my Sixth year, Harry can tell you of that later, but with it, I endangered the life of a rival of mine. Uncle Charles saw this as me breaking the second rule. He grounded me for the entire Christmas holiday and – and I was sixteen at the time – he spanked me."

Sora and Harry now whiten in shock and I say: "Yes, he did. But he also made sure it didn't hurt, he made sure to stop when he felt I had learned my lesson and he held me in a very loving embrace afterwards, as proof that I was forgiven and that the mistake was behind us. Something Snape obviously doesn't get."
I grumble at the end and then shake my head, deciding for myself that it's not important to focus on the Potions Master and spy right now and say: "This consequence and the procedure I just explained you will be handled and dealt with, if you break rule number two. And trust me, Aunt Dorea even threatened with it on our Bonding day – and we were nineteen years old." And quickly Sora and Harry nod in understanding.
Glad that this is almost over as I really just want to reassure my youngest, I want to get to know my eldest and I want to spend time with both boys. And so I say: "The final punishment – for the last rule – is the one thing I already told you and a mouthwash. A mouthwash is where I lie a small piece of soap on your tongue, you close your mouth and I count the amount of time I believe justifies for the severity of your lie. Afterwards you can spit it out."

The two nod in relief, but I can tell that the relief for Harry's side is a little more than just about the spitting part. I decide to slowly confront my son about this later as over the years I spotted small signs that make me wonder if his youth might, in some way, have been similar to my own. I then turn to another matter at hand and say: "Harry, I would love to answer any questions you have, but I believe that book will do a better job than I can."
And we all look at the three books that Riku has laid out on the table and which have the pictures lying underneath them I again remember what Sora said about them and I fear what they will be about as I just know that Voldemort will be in them and will – together with Fudge and his dumbass actions – ruin any chance Harry still has for a few last normal years as a teen. Yet I also worry over how much, in the book, Molly will try to do the same.

This makes me sigh as fear grips my heart. I take another glance at the picture that shows Harry and that witch, Ginny, and then Riku pushes himself off the wall and walks over to me. He lies his hand on my shoulder as he says: "Don't worry. We have back-up just waiting to come here and help us with whatever we will discover in these books. And, in three years, we can show Harry all the places we have traveled to."
This makes me smile at the silver-haired boy, the way that he is so good at reassuring me reminding me of Frank and the few times he did so over the years and he says: "And in the mean time, can we use the books to swap stories, no?" And I nod, already feeling excited at the prospect of hearing about my eldest son's life. But then Remus makes my life a lot harder and asks: "Sirius, if you're James' mate, how are you still alive?"


Remus, you bleeding dolt,
Wow, the editing of this chapter actually added almost three full pages to the chapter. And personally, I absolutely love it. There may have only been one real confrontation between Molly and the Keyblade Wielders, but I kept it to that one, because they are still in a kitchen with limited space and I wanted to keep Sora close to his father and brother.
I can honestly tell you that I am GREATLY enjoying this editing/rewriting of the story and I really hope that all of you will enjoy the new version as well. I won't ask you to comment on every edited chapter or every change you spot, but if, by chapter 52 you can tell me what you think of it as a whole, I would really appreciate it. Though don't expect chapter 53 for some time.
Just letting you all know,

Venquine1990

PS. Would you believe that these first two chapters didn't have ANs?