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Hey guys! So, this is quite a lengthy chapter (for this story, at least) but we get a lot of Sirius' Azkaban background (poor guy) and I improvised on a lot of it because JKR never really talks about what went on there and yeah, but anyways, i loved writing this for some really morbid reason, so enjoy!

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So I'll sing a melody
And hope to God she's listening
Sleeping softly while I sing
And I'll be your memories
Your lullaby for all the times
Hoping that my voice could get it right

~Mayday Parade, I Swear This Time I Mean It

Sirius hardly remembered the Master's French-inspired home just outside of London, if he was telling the truth. He remembered that it was cathedral-esque and that Dany's room had been a bright color of yellow, but that was about it. Dany's family had owned the house for as long as they had been in power in the Ministry, so for pretty much forever, and the house (if it could even be considered a house and not an estate) was just as old as the surname that owned it. However, Dany was the last Masters left and didn't even carry the name, refusing to even hyphenate, claiming that Danilynn Charlotte Masters-Black sounded too stuck up. He quite agreed with her, actually. James would constantly joke in the year between Dany and Sirius' marriage and his own death that the Black children would eventually inherit the heftiest fortune in the civilized world, if lands and assets, along with liquid currency, were considered.

As they pulled up to where Dany had been staying for the past few years, Sirius quite agreed with his dead friend's assessment: between the Masters' fortune, the remnants of the Blacks' vaults in Gringotts that Sirius' mother hadn't managed to burn through in the years leading to her death (which he learned was soon after his incarceration, thank Merlin), and the vault of gold left to Harry, they were pretty damn rich. He heard Harry gasp from the backseat and say,

"So much better than Privet Drive." Dany winked at her husband and mouthed to him,

"Vernon and Petunia's place." Sirius nodded and turned around to talk to Harry,

"Harry, we're thinking about staying here, but there's also another house up in Scotland that we might move to, instead. Would you like to help us decide? Love, do you have pictures of the country house?" Dany nodded the affirmative as she pulled into the garage, "We'll all talk about that tomorrow, alright?" Harry nodded at his Godfather eagerly and Sirius suspected that he had never had the least bit of say in what happened to him and where he went before. Sirius and Dany clambered out of the car and helped Harry out of the car seat that Sirius had hastily transfigured from a chair after he had finally gotten his wand back from the Ministry, as Dany had never quite had the knack for it, much preferring to blow things up and jinx people and allowing Sirius to change things to something else entirely. Harry was almost done with the booster seats, but he was so skinny that they had decided to keep him in them just for a little while longer. Dany slowly rubbed her eyes as she searched for her keys in her bag. She finally gave up and pulled out her wand,

"Accio keys." The keys popped out of her bag and into her hand and Harry's eyes grew to the size of small dinner plates. Sirius said cautiously to his wife,

"Dany…does he know…"

"Yeah, I told him today but we didn't really talk much about it. Harry, we'll talk more about magic tomorrow, okay, Buddy? Im pretty tired tonight, so do you think that you can wait for tomorrow?" Harry looked slightly put out so Sirius said,

"Why don't I get Harry ready for bed and answer some of his questions tonight? You've had a long day, babe. Go to bed, I'll find your room after he goes to sleep. Sound good, Harry?" The little boy nodded enthusiastically, eager to have some one-on-one time with his Godfather. Dany nodded as well, with a small smile on her face, said goodnight, hugged Harry and then kissed her husband, finally leaving to fall asleep after one of the longest days of her life.

Sirius led Harry to one of the only rooms he knew in this house: Dany's old bedroom. He found the drawer of his old clothes that he had kept here, unbeknownst (or so he had thought at the time) to her parents and pulled out a t-shirt and pajama bottoms and shrunk them to Harry size. "It's not the best but it's all we've get right now. We'll get more soon, alright?" The young boy nodded and changed into the pants and the shirt (which was a Gryffindor shirt. Why not start him young? Sirius figured).

"Sirius? Why don't witches and wizards tell mug—muggles about magic?" Sirius sighed. Trust Lily's kid to ask one of the most serious questions about magic, like, ever.

"Well, if the Muggles knew that magic did really exist, they would want magic fixes for everything, and there are some things you can't fix with magic. Muggles don't understand that even we have our limits."

"You can't bring people back to life." It wasn't a question.

"No, trust me, Bud, I would have brought your mom and dad back in a heartbeat if I could have, but you can't. Reanimating a body is possible but the person never comes back, just a zombie that looks like that person."

"I miss them."

"Me too. Not a day goes by I don't miss your dad. And I know Dany misses your mom just as much. But I'm glad they're together. Your dad would be awfully sad without his Lily."

"They loved each other?"

"They loved each other so much that they couldn't go on living without each other. They had the kind of love that people spend their whole lives looking for, and they found each other at only 11." Sirius led Harry into one of the guest rooms and settled him into bed.

"Sirius? Do you love Dany like that?" Sirius smiled at his godson,

"Yeah, I love her like that. I love her so much it hurts, sometimes."

"I want to love someone like that."

"You will. And if you're anything like your family, it'll be a little redhead girl."

"Really?"

"Mhm, your dad fell in love with a redhead and so did his dad, Charlie. Now, I think it's time for the youngest to Potter to go to sleep. It's almost 10:30." Sirius flipped the lights off and he heard Harry murmur,

"Okay. Goodnight, Sirius." In the dark, Harry sounded so much like James that for a minute he thought he was in their first year dorm and he was 11 again, so young, so bright, so free. But soon the feeling vanished and he was back in the old Masters' house and his best friend's son, not his best friend was in the dark room, tucked into bed.

"Night, Harry. Sleep tight." Sirius softly closed the door and quietly tried to find Dany. He soon found a door that had a soft glow coming from under it, which he opened to find Dany asleep in a large armchair under a quilt that he recognized as the one Lily had made her when she had been in hiding. He carefully walked over and tried to wake her up.

"Dany. Dany. Come on, get up and come to bed." She stirred slightly and muttered something that didn't sounded very charitable. Sirius sighed and unceremoniously picked her up and put her in the bed. She opened an eye that was perfectly awake and she grinned,

"Sucker." Sirius rolled his eyes as she pulled off the quilt and folded it up and threw it back onto the seat of the armchair, revealing that she was in an old shirt and her underwear. She wiggled under the thick blanket and sheets and shivered, "It's about time you came up here. My legs were freezing under that thing."

"That probably has something to do with that fact you aren't wearing pants." Sirius chuckled as he got under the covers as well. It felt weird to sleep in a bed, for the first time in almost seven years, let alone with another person in the bed.

"Shut up." She laughed as she pressed her feet to his legs, making him jump.

"Good God, woman, what have you done to your feet? They're freezing." She laughed and said,

"I told you they were cold. I don't know what you're so shocked about. Your shins are very warm by the way." He rolled his eyes and she waved her wand, turning the lights off. Neither said anything for a moment, letting their eyes adjust and after a minute or two, Sirius could see her profile in the faint light from the cracked window. The dainty, slightly aristocratic features and the fan of silver hair so signature to her family. No one was really sure how all of the Masters ended up with that hair, some suggested inbreeding, other accused them of permanent cosmetic spells at birth, but Sirius was pretty sure that at least one, if not all, of his children would have the silver-blonde hair of their mother. He hoped that at least one of them would have his hair. It was hard to hide that hair, and no matter how much he loved it on her, it had been a real pain the ass to hide if they were trying to avoid being seen on work for the Order or the Auror department. Dany had tried to hide the color in their early years in school, casting daily concealment charms to turn it brown, until one day the spell had given out randomly in the Great Hall in the middle of breakfast, in front of the whole school, during their Third Year. Everyone had stared for a minute, but the situation blew over immediately when James had tossed an arm around her protectively and said, "Well we all know you're a real Masters now, Dan. There's been some talk, but there's no arguing with that hair, eh?"

"Hey, Dany?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad to be home."

"This isn't home. This is my parents' old home. I still think we should move out to the country. The house in Scotland is beautiful, and it would be great for Harry to have room to run and play and there's enough room on the grounds for a Quidditch Pitch. And when the leaves change there in autumn, there's nothing like it in the world. You didn't see where he was living before. He needs somewhere to be a kid."

"Danilynn, sweetheart, you completely missed the meaning. Home is where the heart is."

"…Oh."

"Yeah. You, Harry, and me. This is going to be quite the adventure, wouldn't you say?" She laughed putting a small hand over her eyes,

"And to think, no one's told McGonagall that we have Harry yet." Sirius laughed as she put her head on his chest.

"It should probably stay that way, huh? It can be a surprise." He responded.

"Oh, come on, Sirius, she's not as young as she was when she taught us. Another Potter, a surprise one, to boot, raised by us, might just take her out." Sirius laughed at the truth behind that and finally he murmured,

"Damn, last time we went to sleep like this we were kids in a war, with no responsibilities but our own lives, which we threw around like it was nothing. No kids, no bills, no adulthood. We were eighteen, young, and stupid. God, we were so young. It's unbelievable, isn't it? What seven years can do."

"…What was it like? Azkaban, I mean."

"Dany, I…"

"Please. I want to be able to help you as much as I can, but I can't if I don't know what it was like. I've been in Azkaban, but never with the Dementors near, and it already scares the crap out of me. Please, I want to understand. Help me, help you." Sirius sighed and he saw her head move slightly with his breath. He focused on her hair as he spoke.

"It…it was horrible. Everything was cold and the food was shitty. There was never a blanket for winters and the person in the cell to the right of mine muttered to himself nonstop. The person to the left was insane as hell and just kicked the wall between us all day and all night. Bellatrix was across the hall from me , at first, and she was unfortunately not reduced to a muttering mess, which of course would have been far too uplifting. She would yell things at me, about you, and about Harry. She would lie about how Lily and James died and would tell me that Voldemort had found Harry and killed him. After a while I started to believe it, but she was moved away from me, some new rule about relatives being separated or something, which makes no sense because most death eaters were related through the pure bloodlines. As years passed I felt my memories starting to slip away. The Dementors, they weren't even the worst part, you know. It was forgetting. It wasn't always hearing the bad that killed me. Forgetting the good was the worst part. By the time that I left, I could hardly remember your face. I could barely remember that you had flowers in your hair at our wedding. But I could sure as hell remember what James looked like, dead, but I couldn't remember his laugh, or what his voice sounded like. Just what his face looked like after he had been murdered. Harry…and Harry had become a memory so hard to recall that he had almost vanished. I had to say it out loud. Everyday I would repeat who I was to myself, so I wouldn't forget. I felt so pathetic, but I figured that it was better than forgetting." Nothing was said for a minute, and a silence filled the room that was so strong that it almost formed a third person in the room. Dany slowly moved her hand off his chest, next to where her face was, and took his hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't get you out of there sooner. If you don't mind too much…what did Bellatrix say about me? If you don't want to talk about it, I get it, but I'd just like to know."

"I didn't know Regulus was dead yet. I thought he was still alive and you'd always been pretty friendly too him because he was my brother and despite being a massive prick, he was a decent guy, but he was also a Death Eater."

"Yeah… but what does—"

"I'm getting there. I thought he was alive and, God I can still hear her yelling at me. As they were moving her from the cell across from mine she was shouting at me about how we'd spend the rest of our days in here, the last of the Blacks, and as she passed directly by she said, 'he fucked her, you know. Your brother fucked your pretty little wife before he cut her throat, but you weren't there to stop him. He fucked and killed her. She bled out in your bed, crying.'" Sirius felt Dany shiver and he quite agreed with that reaction.

"Sirius, you know that Regulus was killed not a week after you were arrested. He got cold feet and tried to leave Voldemort's services, but instead they killed him. He was a good man. He was weak, but good at his core. He wouldn't, and you know it."

"I know that now, but I didn't then. I thought you were dead until one day Kingsley Shacklebolt told me the truth when he was on an inspection in place of Fudge, who was too busy having some illicit affair with some woman who works at the Ministry—"

"Oh, no way."

"Yeah, he doesn't exactly bother to cover up his thoughts in the loony bin. But yeah he was thinking about some blonde woman on his desk last time he was at Azkaban, and if I remember correctly, his wife is a brunette."

"Crissy is most definitely a brunette."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. But anyways, Shacklebolt told me the truth because he thought no one deserved to believe that if it wasn't true."

"Kingsley's a good guy. Do you remember training him?"

"I sure do, he was quite the kid, but he was too merciful. Didn't you consistently kick his ass during dueling practice?"

"Yeah, because he didn't want to hurt a woman. He's one of the most valued Aurors in the department now, despite being just a kid. He's only what? 23? Not like we're much older." She laughed and Sirius was surprised to find that the knot that had been in his chest since he walked into Azkaban for the first time, as a prisoner was finally loosening.

"Dany?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Being you."