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Hey! So, we're getting into meeting some of the younger canon characters (red hair, hand me down robes...) and I'm excited! I tried to portray everyone pretty fairly and yeah let me know what you guys thought, please!

PS this is a super long chapter. like actually its 10 pages on my computer.

Read, Review, and Enjoy,

Stars.

If I know one thing, that's true
It's that I'm never leaving you
And you don't say much, yeah, that's true
But I lose it when you do

Don't let them tell no lie
Love don't die

~Love Don't Die, The Fray

Dany woke up to a bright light in her face, and an arm wrapped around her for the first time in almost seven years. She glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. 7:30 in the morning. She slowly moved Sirius' arm off of her waist and eased off the bed, and quickly scrawled a note to leave on the bed. Silently, she left her husband, sleeping, to go find Harry. Dany quietly padded down the halls, checking each room for her Godson,

"Harry?" She whispered into the fourth guest room, to the lump in the middle of the bed. The lump squirmed a little as she approached to see that he too was still asleep, like his godfather was, the floor above him. Dany wrote him a note as well: Harry, I am in the kitchen and Sirius is on the floor above you, please find one of us when you wake up, Love, Dany.

She left it next to him in bed and left his room, following the hallway to the kitchen. She had always loved the kitchen in this house. It was big, but not nearly as imposing as the rest of the house. It reminded her of home, of Hogwarts and of the house in Scotland. Dany opened the refrigerator and pulled out the milk and eggs that she was pretty sure weren't spoiled. As she was making scrambled eggs, she softly hummed to herself. As she was finishing up the eggs, she heard feet behind her.

"Hey, Harry. Right on time." She turned around, confirming her suspicions that it wasn't Sirius.

"You knew it was me, before you even turned around. How?" She laughed at her adorable Godson,

"To say that your Godfather isn't an early riser would be a spectacular understatement."

"Ohhh. What am I right on time for? Am I supposed to finish the eggs?" Dany looked at him and her eyes widened, as what he was talking about finally dawned on her,

"Oh, no Harry, I've made breakfast, you're just on time to eat it. Is there anything else you want? I guessed you liked eggs, most kids do, or at least most kids that I knew when I was your age did. I've got juice, milk, and maybe some bacon somewhere, but I have a feeling that you've seen a bit too much of bacon in your life." Dany laughed, referencing the bacon that he had been cooking when she had taken him from the Dursleys.

"Dany? Why are you making me breakfast? I've always made breakfast…"

"Because I honestly think you're too young to be near a stove by yourself. And don't you worry, you'll have chores, but there's no point in setting up a schedule until we decide where we're living." Dany sat him down in one of the chairs around the kitchen table and set a plate in front of him, "Tell me if you don't like something because I'm going to be making you food for quite a while, and would like to make you food that you like."

"Oh, no I love eggs, from what I've had before."

"Harry…what did you eat at the Dursleys?"

"Whatever Dudley didn't eat?" It was like a question. Dany took a helping of eggs herself and sat down next to Harry,

"Well that's just absurd, and from what it looked like Dudley could use a little less feeding, so that makes it just plain stupid." Harry laughed at her statement loudly and upstairs there was a loud thump, followed by a loud voice swearing. Harry's looked at his Godmother, apparently panicked.

"Ah, it appears that we awoke the monster." She muttered and Harry giggled again. There was a shuffling of bare feet coming downstairs and Sirius appeared in pajama pants, hair everywhere.

"Who was that giggling?" Harry nervously raised his hand and Sirius grinned, "Oh, well that's okay then, because if it was Dany it wasn't going to be okay." Dany rolled her eyes and waved her fork at him,

"Oh, shut it you. Breakfast is on the counter." Sirius grinned and ruffled Harry's hair as he walked by and kissed his wife, who laughed at him, as he moved in on the skillet of eggs. Harry watched the two, amazed at how they interacted. He had always assumed that being married always was like being like Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. At the age of four he had sworn never to get married for that very reason, but now? He wasn't so sure, because this marriage looked like a lot of fun. Sirius sat down with his breakfast on the other side of Harry and asked the boy,

"What do you think about talking about moving? Love, you have the pictures?" Dany nodded and stood, collecting Harry's plate along with her own, after Harry had put his utensils down and chugged his milk. She placed the dishes in the sink and called,

"Hey babe? Can you do the dishes?" as she left the room for the pictures of her childhood home. It was the house that she had grown up in, had loved and missed, and had hid in during the immediate fallout after the Potter's deaths and Sirius' arrest. She found the pictures she was looking for and brought them back down to the Kitchen, to where Sirius had apparently finished the dishes and was now making soap bubbles simply for Harry's enjoyment. She laughed and both boys looked at her, eyes wide and looking very much like they'd been caught with their hands in the proverbial cookie jar. She giggled again at their faces and pulled out her wand and quickly waved it, turning her husband's hair purple. Harry shrieked with laughter and Sirius looked mortified.

"Danilynn Black! What have you done to my hair?" She laughed again,

"Aw, I just…improved upon its already awesome color." Sirius didn't seem to believe her and yelled,

"Harry! Hold her down!" Harry ran at her and Dany let him tackle her, it being too easy for her to throw off her Godson. She fell to the ground as Harry held her arms down. Sirius came at her and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly (although she kept pretty tight control of her movements so she didn't hurt Harry), her shouts of laughter mingling with Sirius' screams of, "Do you submit? Will you turn my hair back? I want my hair back, Black!" She managed to yell out through her laughter,

"I submit! You win! Tell your partner in crime to let me up and I'll change it!" Sirius scrutinized his wife,

"Alrighty, Harry, let her up." Harry released her arms and Dany waved her wand, turning Sirius' hair back to its original color, except for a lone stripe directly down the back of his head. Harry saw it and giggled but Dany shook her head slightly and pressed a finger to her lips. He nodded back at her and they both smothered their giggles as Sirius gathered the pictures from where Dany had dropped them on the table, oblivious to the purple stripe. Dany lifted Harry back into a chair and said,

"So, this is the other house that we're thinking about moving into. What do you think?" Harry looked at her uncertainly. The house was beautiful, painted a buttery yellow with white columns in the front and brick chimneys. Dany loved the house, it was just as gorgeous on the inside and she still could remember the smell of the leaves changing in the fall, and what it felt like to see the first snowfall of the year cover the grounds from inside the library.

"I—I don't know…I mean I like it here, but there's awfully nice too. Dany where do you wanna live?" She smiled and said,

"I've lived both places and I'd be happy with either. It's up to you two boys." She gestured to her Godson and husband.

"I'd think you'd be happier somewhere like there, Harry. There's lots of room to run around and play games and you can invite your friends over, and there's a great hill for sledding on the back of the property." Sirius said softly, "It's much more like a home than this house is." Harry nodded thoughtfully. Dany cleared her throat,

"Why don't we take the car into town and get Harry some clothes and toys first, before anything is decided? Don't think I don't recognize that shirt that he's wearing, Sirius Orion Black." Sirius nodded at her and grinned,

"Why not start him young?" referencing the Gryffindor Quidditch shirt that had been shrunk down to Harry's size. Dany didn't looked convinced and said,

"Mhm."

"Aw, come on, Dan, you were just as much of a hot-blooded Gryffindor as I was." She grinned at her husband and lightly tapped his nose, as she scooped up her godson,

"Still am. Now, go get dressed, both of you." She ordered them both with a smile on her face.

An hour later saw all three of them in the car, heading back into London. Dany was driving because "Sirius Black, you were a horrible driver when we were 19, and I'm not letting you drive our Godson anywhere until you go through a driving class". So, to appease Sirius, she had let him be in charge of the radio in the car. Harry smiled, glad that he wasn't with the Dursleys, for the first whole day in, well, his whole life, or so it seemed.

So, Sirius had nonstop been fiddling with the knobs in the car, trying to settle on a song. He paused on a song with an angry man yelling.

"Hey, Dan, you remember this song?" She laughed a little and nodded, but as profanities started to spew out of the speakers, she changed it, gesturing with her head towards the backseat, "Oh, yeah. Little kids and swearing. Right. Got it." He tried again, settling on a man singing with a guitar. The song sounded pretty familiar to Harry, but didn't remember it with a guitar. Harry curiously asked the adults,

"What's it called when you play a normal song with just a guitar?" Sirius shrugged and said,

"Don't ask me. I've got no ear for music. Dany?" She shook her head slightly, in disbelief, Harry guessed,

"Acoustic. The acoustic version." Sirius shrugged again,

"Sounds right to me, anyways, Bud we've got to get you some clothes that aren't mine, huh?" Harry hesitantly nodded. He knew that they made clothes in his size, but had he ever worn any? Since Dudley was a whopping seven sizes larger than Harry, the answer would be a resounding 'no'.

"Hey, Sirius? I was thinking…I know that you and Remus have had a erm, strained relationship for a while, but I was thinking maybe he should move in with us."

"What? Dany…"

"Look. There's no way in, uhm, you-know-where that we can raise a kid on our own. We need someone who's got a level head. Remus would be good for Harry. Just think about it."

"Dan, after what he did…I don't know. I just don't know if I can do it." Harry wondered just what had happened between his Godparents and Remus. But before he could even begin to consider asking, Dany perked up and said,

"I know, just consider it, alright? Oh, look here boys, time to get Harry some clothes that were designed to be Harry sized, and not Sirius sized. Babe, can you tell me if I get close to the car behind me?" Sirius nodded and poked his head out of the window,

"You're good…you're good…you're good…you're goo—STOP!" Dany slammed the breaks, almost flinging them out of the windshield, except for Harry, who remained firmly in his booster seat. Dany whacked her husband over the head, frowning a little.

"That is why Harry is still in a booster seat. That would just be peachy. We all survive one of the darkest and most powerful wizards of all time, only to be killed by a Muggle car accident, caused by your rotten depth perception." Sirius shrugged rather unabashedly,

"I became an Auror, not a traffic cop for a reason you know."

"How you were one of the best beaters Hogwarts has ever seen is beyond me. I'm surprised you managed to hit the bludger at this rate." Dany muttered as she got out and then helped Harry out of his booster seat (which although he had been a little put off by, he was now infinitely thankful for). Sirius got out and inspected the back of the car.

"See? We didn't even hit it!" Harry followed Dany to inspect the back of the car as well. Harry laughed,

"We almost hit it, Padfoot." And Harry was certainly telling the truth. The bumpers of the cars were no more than an inch apart, a few centimeters at best. Dany laughed at her Godson's assessment. The Ford Anglia that they had almost collided with looked fairly new, albeit a little beaten up, Harry thought, and just then, a redheaded family walked out from inside a store to their right. The man walked up to them and Harry saw Dany discreetly pull her wand out, she was expecting trouble that much was clear to the young boy.

"Excuse me, Danilynn, isn't it?" Dany nodded to him cautiously, "Yes, well you may not be aware, actually you're most likely not aware, but I'm—"

"Arthur Weasley. Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts." The man raised an eyebrow.

"I'm surprised you know me, Miss. Masters." Harry saw Dany exchange a glance with Sirius,

"Actually, my name, it's not Masters…it's Black." Arthur Weasley raised an eyebrow,

"Black? As in…Merlin, I remember that you two were, uhm, involved in school, but I never imagined—"

"That I'm right here?" Arthur Weasley turned around to face Harry's Godfather. He wheeled to the woman that was with him,

"Molly! It's Sirius Black, take Percy and run!" The woman pulled her son back, but he protested.

"But Mom, didn't you read the paper this morning?"

"Not now, Percy."

"But Sirius Black was wrongly accused! How would he have escaped Azkaban otherwise?" Arthur and Molly looked at their son,

"Percy…are you sure?"

"Positive! I saw his face in the Prophet, except he looks better now." The older boy pulled out a newspaper from his bag that he carried and handed it to his father.

"By Merlin…here it is: 'Sirius Black, the man who was charged with the murder of Lily and James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and thirteen muggles almost eight years ago, was found innocent this morning after evidence was turned into the Wizengamot, implicating no other than Peter Pettigrew, whom was previously believed to be dead, for the crimes formerly assigned to the last Black. Neither Mr. Black nor Danilynn Masters, the woman long believed to be engaged if not married to him, were able to be found for comment.'" Arthur and Molly glanced at each other, astounded.

"Oh, oh my. I am so sorry. I remember you both in school, and it seemed so odd that you would have given them up so easily, but everything was so convincing. Even Dumbledore testified against you." Molly addressed the last part to Sirius, "But please, both of you, come over for dinner tonight, and…oh, is he yours?" Dany laughed and Harry's eyes widened in shock, as he realized that she was referring to him.

"Oh, no, this is our Godson, Harry. Harry this is Arthur and Molly Weasley. Molly, Arthur, this is Harry, Lily and James' son." Molly placed a hand over her heart as she leaned down.

"Oh, sweetie, you look just like your dad, just like James." Harry smiled at this,

"Like my dad?" Molly smiled at this reaction.

"Just like him. Oh, goodness, I bet you our Ronnie is just about your age. He's at home though. We have seven kids, but Percy was the only one interested in going to the bookstore. You don't have any of your own?" Sirius shook his head and laughed

"No, no kids. I'd like some eventually but unlike Lily and James we were careful about pregnancy during the war." Dany smiled,

"We love Harry like a son, but I've always had a soft spot for a daughter." Molly laughed and gestured to Harry, who had wandered off with Percy, who was showing Harry the moving pictures on the front of the Daily Prophet.

"I understand, I had been given six boys, and I was sure I'd never have a girl but eventually little Ginny was born, not a year after Ronnie. It's certainly different, having a girl, compared to a boy." Dany nodded,

"Well, I'd actually would just really like to see this one here," as she gestured to Sirius who rolled his eyes and put an arm around her waist, "be wrapped around a baby girl's little finger. It'd be all good fun because you know what they say about fathers and their daughters…" Molly grinned,

"…The biggest players are blessed with the most beautiful daughters." Sirius' face drained of color and muttered,

"Lord, help me. I have a feeling that you two are going to get on spectacularly."

"Well, Danilynn was always someone who seemed pretty awesome in school. You all were looked up to in school, you know. You two, Lily and James, Remus, Marlene, Alice, Frank, you were envied by everyone in school."

"Oh, gosh Molly, call me Dany. Danilynn reminds me of frilly dresses and fancy foods that aren't legal in some countries. Like escargot. Damn French people." Molly laughed.

"Dany Black, I have a feeling we're going to get on famously."

"I have a feeling you're right, Molly."

"We have to get together sometime! You don't still live in your parents old house up in Scotland, do you?" Harry was listening to the adults' conversation because the novelty of the moving pictures had soon worn off and Percy was just horrible company, if he was being honest.

"Um, we're not really sure. I haven't been lately, but the house that my dad used to run the Ministry out of is no place for a child, which is where I've been staying because of my job."

"Oh, you work for the Ministry?"

"She's an Auror, Molly." Mr. Weasley added,

"Of course! I remember you in school, always ready to pick a fight for the greater good, huh?" Dany visible winced at the term. The Greater Good.

"Yeah, well it was easier living near London, especially right after the war ended. There was no such thing as 'off-call' for over a year, remember Arthur? Every time someone breathed too loud someone else thought it was a bloody Death Eater coming back to get them." Dany shuttered at the memory, as did Arthur, who also hadn't gotten a moment to relax in the months immediately following the war, "But we're thinking about moving back up there. It's much better suited to children than the London house is. Less like a palace, more like a home."

"Oh, well we live not two hours away from there, you know! We had absolutely no idea until we were driving north and we went right on by! Ginny demanded to know what was up the driveway but we couldn't see past the gates."

"Yeah, my parents were really big into privacy. Minister of Magic and all." Percy zoned right in on the conversation at the mention of the Minster.

"Your dad's Minister of Magic?" Dany nodded slowly, warily casting an eye around,

"He was when we were all in school."

"What's his name? I know all of the Minister's names." Dany exchanged a look with Molly who shrugged as if to say, 'I don't know why he knows that',

"Daniel Masters. And my mom's name was Rhea."

"Daniel Masters was your dad? That's so cool. Dad why can't you be Minister of Magic?"

"Because I don't have the last name for it. Minister Weasley just doesn't have the same ring, wouldn't you say?" the adults laughed, but Dany looked a little sad, Harry noticed.

"Well, we should probably get off the street, I know the war's over, but old habits die hard it appears. Sirius looks like he's about ready to jump out of his skin, poor man. But you must come over for dinner tonight!" Everyone looked at Sirius, who was impatiently tapping his hand against his thigh, watching people who walked by the group of wizards, automatically sizing them up. Dany nudged him,

"What do you think, Babe? Dinner with the Weasleys tonight?" He nodded with a smile,

"Sure, we'd love to Molly, you said you had a boy around Harry's age?" Arthur nodded back at the other man,

"Ronnie's eight. He and Harry would get along great, I'm sure." Harry perked up,

"I'm eight, too!"

"See? Perfect! I'll give you our address and just Floo, apparate, or drive over at about 5, alright?" Dany nodded and accepted the hastily scrawled address from Molly.

"The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole. You live in Ottery St. Catchpole? I know just where that is, and so does Sirius."

"I do?"

"Yeah…that's where that bar is that we used to go to during summer—"

"Oh! Yeah, I know where it is." Molly raised an eyebrow and made a mental note to watch where Charlie, Bill, and Percy went during their summer breaks. Not that she had to worry about Percy. He was as clean cut a child as there ever was. Charlie and Bill on the other hand, were Fifth and Sixth Years and enjoyed getting into trouble more than they should.

"So, we'll be expecting you all around 5?"

"We'll be there! We might get lost a few times, but we'll be there." Harry waved bye to everyone, Molly hugged Dany and Sirius both, taking them both by surprise and Arthur shook both of their hands. All three Weasleys waved goodbye to Harry and got in the Ford Anglia to head presumably to the Burrow.

The truly ironic part of this encounter wasn't that it occurred in the Muggle world, or that 11-year-old Percy read the newspaper more than his parents, it was that as Sirius and Dany watched the Weasley family drive away, both Arthur and Molly were thinking, 'they're good for each other' where almost 10 years ago, they had taken bets on how long the last marriage of the Blacks and Masters would last. The highest bet hadn't exceeded 6 months.