AN: okay, so I think maybe this story is set on the 18th century. Hahahaha...

The Lords in this story is so far composed of Sirius Black, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom. So it's only the four of them so far...hahahaha

Oh and thank you for the reading and the support I hope you guys will be patient with me. I wanted to have a beta but decided against it because I already take so long to update on my own what more if I have a Beta...hahahaha

Enjoy!

PS: I'm sorry for all my mistakes. Again I'm a lazy teenager.

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Chapter 2

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Lord Harry James Potter had always wanted a family of his own.

He had always wanted to find that special place one calls home. He even wishes to receive that so called unconditional familial love so many had grown up knowing simply because they existed in such a given state of reality; a state of simply being and belonging. Unfortunately for Harry, lady Fate had long since dubbed him as one of the unlucky ones; one of the simpletons who would never be graced by such fortunes-though the wizarding world would certainly beg to differ and proclaim that never was there a lad so blessed as one called Harry Potter-the only living heir to the Potter estate.

As a boy he had grown up with his only blood relatives, the Dursleys; who had convinced him direly so, that blood was not the sine qua non for family, and if that must be the case, he hardly wanted to be a part of one, he would rather chose a life of indifferent solitude than be in the company of ignorant snobbish brutes such as themselves. And so when this boy neared becoming a man, Harry Potter had found himself quite enthused with the prospect that he had another family in his godfather, Lord Sirius Orion Black; who incidentally is and remains to be a distant cousin of the Potters. A happy coincidence if Harry was to dubbed it as.

Since Voldemort has mercilessly robbed him of his father, and that his uncle; Vernon Dursley who remains to consider him worse than the lowest pariah and therefore has not actually treated him as a feeling being-Harry was quite grateful that he had found that Lord Black filled the position of upstanding male figure quite well who to Harry was fortunately less intimidating than that of Albus Dumbledore; the late and beloved, albeit controversial Hogwarts Headmaster.

Harry had so much love for the older gentleman ever since he knew of him, for in Lord Black, Harry had seen a father figure, a loyal and enjoyable friend and a skilled mentor. Lord Black is easily one of his most favourite persons.

Still, Harry was none very pleased when he was awoken by his godfather's powerful blasting hex that tore his bed chamber doors off their hinges.

Just as the smoke cleared and dissipated and Harry had managed to push his glasses up his nose, with his wand in his hand, he saw Lord Black strutting inside his room with his black robes swishing and bellowing behind him. His strides were purposeful that for a moment Harry was taken aback by his imposing stance.

Lord Black's aristocratic features were set in clear stony bleakness. This image had reminded Harry strongly of his once most hated Hogwarts teacher, professor Severus Snape and his bat like appearance. It has been a long time since anyone's presence actually made Harry unpleasantly shudder.

Instantly, Harry felt a pair of cold and thin arms wrapped around him. He looked over his shoulders and saw the dark golden curls of the young woman that he had rented for the night. Her slightly sharp nails were digging against the edges and corners of his ribcages and Harry had found himself hissing at the pain while the girl only trembled in fear, and completely unaware of his impatient discomfort. Harry finds himself wanting to shove her off of him.

Instead, he settled with casting a glare at his godfather with his still bleary eyes.

"Bloody Hell Sirius!" He cursed at his godfather who seemed unfettered by this show of rudeness. Lord Black made a show of raising his wand and casted a sleeping spell on the lass in Harry's bed and she instantly sagged and fell back on the mattress and blankets crawled up her skin to preserve her modesty.

Harry breathed an exasperated sigh, he was certain that he would yet again get an earful of lectures from his godfather now. After all, Lord Black had never failed to show him just how much he disapproves of finding Harry in his current predicament and state of undress. Harry Potter would never admit it, but in times like this he felt oddly dirty, like he was a Malfoy scion.

"Do put your clothes on." Lord Black commanded him, as the older gentleman pointed his wand at Harry's brass hangers and accioed the young man's dark night robes which pliantly flew to Sirius's hand. Fisting the material, Lord Black then tossed it at Harry and spoke in a calm voice."When you are decent, do meet me in your study."

With that Lord Black had turned his back to Harry and begun casting the reparo charm at his walls and at the scattered bits of wood which used to be his door, while Harry muttered and cursed at his godfather as he searched for his discarded breaches, which the young man found tossed beneath his bed. Harry then threw his linen shirt over his head before he grabbed his black night robes and followed his godfather towards his library. During his walk, Harry sighs and wonders if his godfather had managed to empty his bottle of brandy by the time he arrives.

When Harry finally reached his study hidden behind a bookcase, he found the candles were already lit and Lord Black had already poured himself a glass of spirits, the scene was all quite expectedly. Harry strode towards Lord Black, his steps hovering between that of a trapped gazelle and a dog whose bone was just stolen.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your timely visit?" Harry told his godfather with every bit of sarcasm weaved between each letter. Harry caught sight of the grandfather's clock in the corner of the room and noted that it was already two in the morning. Seeing his godfather disregarding his greetings and instead only tipped the bottle for another drink, Harry decided to quit abiding the laws of propriety and titles and instead get down to the point. After what his godfather seen, Harry supposes indecent languages should not matter and neither should discretion.

"How did you know that I am in London?" Harry asked him, and Lord Black had chuckled at him as the latter pours liquor on another goblet and handed it to his godson. Harry gingerly received it but did not dare take a sip from it as he waited for his godfather to answer. "Harry, my dear boy it is because Master Lupin is my best friend and not yours." Harry's eyes widened at the implication of Lord Black's words.

Before Harry had left Godric's Hallow three days ago he had told Master Lupin that he would only be in London for a short while to earn some reprieve from his demanding role as a Lord. He had only wanted for a week of peace and asked Master Lupin to honour this wish by not informing anyone of his whereabouts. He did not expect Master Lupin to tell Lord Black that he was in London. And Master Lupin is his father's best friend, no less!

"I cannot believe Master Lupin told on me." Harry spoke with an exasperated sigh at the tail end of his statement.

"Of course he would have! Did you ever doubt it?" Lord Black told him with a teasing tone that Harry is sure no sane person would ever miss. "And even if he did not tell me of it, I would have known you would have been here still as I can smell the brothels lining up all over this city, and let me tell you young man that one does not have to be a dog to smell its stench. I cannot blame you Harry, she is a lovely chit. Do you even know of her name?" Lord Black had added, and Harry could feel the rapid burn scorching his throat and spreading to the corners of his cheeks. The young Potter Lord brought the goblet to his lips and drank the scotch, hoping the spirits could give him his much needed Gryffindor bravery.

"She is a harlot. I did not think I needed to know of her name." Harry almost flinched at the callous words he used. He almost heard the Malfoy sneer in his tone, and reckoned that to his godfather's eyes he and the Malfoys might as well share the same blood, which in irony, they most certainly do. Lord Black's dark eyes could only look at Harry quite forlornly, all the while he shook his head quite disbelievingly.

"My, my Harry, such promiscuous lifestyle can be very dangerous. And whatever will your father feel when you stain the Potter London house with such, scandalous actions." Filling the ire rise up to his chest, Harry sensed the burning desire to clump his godfather's mouth shut so he would not have to deal with the shame of being reprimanded in such brutal honesty. He fought these urges away, knowing in his heart that doing so would only land him in a sad place.

"Well, my blessed father is not here is he?" Harry spat out angrily, as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Lord Black's wounded look stared back at him, "Furthermore, I know of the perfect charms for these arduous activities as a matter of fact, I dare say I am well acquainted and versed with each one of them. I have taken the necessary precautionary potions. After all, was it not you who taught me of these things? Besides, I fail to see the reason why this is of any concern to you, Lord Black." Lord's Black's pained expression worsened to that of resigned guilt, a guilt Harry thought mirrored his own.

"Aye, I am afraid you are right." Lord Black spoke with such regret as he recalled that pitiful night that led his godson to this state. Sirius and Remus had been staying in Godric's Hallows as they schooled and groomed Harry into a decent young Lord. Despite of Harry's boyishness, and disregard to certain rules of decorum he had been a good student, had a kind heart and it was clear to both Remus and Sirius that Harry would make a fine lord. It was during those gruelling months that Remus and Sirius discovered Harry's secret; their best friend's boy was having trouble sleeping.

Harry would thrash about, wailing, and moaning in his sleep and burst of accidental magic would leak from him and destroy his furniture during these episodes, needlessly to say Harry never did have a wink of peaceful sleep as he continued to relieve horrifying events in his dreams, these nightmares never ceased as if he is plagued by a dementor every night.

They had not known in the beginning for Harry always surrounded his room with silencing charms and repaired the damages caused by his magic before morning. But one night Harry had forgotten to cast the silencing charms and Sirius and Remus rushed to him because of the ruckus they were hearing in his room and feared for his life. Seeing him in that state spurred the two of them confront Harry of his troubles and Harry confessed that the dreams were one of the reasons he wanted to be an Auror, for he had discovered that blowing off some of his magic and being physical exhausted would put a damper and strain on his magical core and it would not pour out of his system during episodes such as what they had witnessed, though Harry could still keep his nightmares. Hearing this, both Sirius and Remus were troubled.

Master Lupin went to the library to research Harry's condition, he was wanting to find a way to banish the nightmares and drain away some of Harry's magical core naturally, that way it won't cause more harm to Harry, and Harry is one of the most powerful wizards, his magical core has an abundant excess of magic, and so it can truly cause havoc if unleashed callously. Furthermore, they feared that if his condition continued his magic might actually hurt him. For the time that Remus was pouring over books Sirius had trained Harry during the day, that way Harry will be able to exhaust some of his magical energy, while in the night Harry still suffered the nightmares. Harry's body was like a water jar and his magical energy kept on flowing inside him, as if replicating and it spilled over in the most violent ways, they were running out of ideas on how to diminish some of it just so the poor child could sleep.

On the first week they tried various sleeping potions and Harry complained that though they allowed him to fall asleep they too trapped him in nightmares that he could not wake up from until the break of dawn, it also didn't stop his magic from destroying his room and shattering his curtains. It took a good few weeks when Remus stumbled upon a book that seemed to offer a solution. It detailed that one of the things that could drain and release a wizard's magic in a non-destructive way is through intercourse. Both Lord Black and Master Lupin had found it ludicrously absurd and dismissed it. But as Harry's nightmares progressed and worsened to the point that Harry actually drew his own blood as some of his veins popped open, Lord Black thought it was worth a try while Master Lupin was positively adamant against it all the while warning Lord Black that nothing good would come from it. Still, Lord Black told Harry of it and the latter was scarred that he might accidentally kill a person in his sleep with his magic if they were to try it and he absolutely refused to gamble with a person's life.

With much prodding on his part and meticulous planning, Lord Black was able to finally persuade his godson to try it and they will make sure no harm will befall the lass that he was to lay with. They travelled to London and Sirius had arranged for everything, while Harry remained uncertain and reluctant.

When Harry lost his virginity with a courtesan, Sirius was utterly troubled as he guarded the door. It was both awkward and necessary, he felt like a faithful watchdog, which he must be as he was in his animagus form during that time. Suffice to say, Sirius did not get much sleep that night but was still throughly pleased that Harry did. Since then Harry had never been the same as he found that sleeping around was an effective way to get a few hours of sleep before the nightmares start again, thankfully when he had them he no longer reacts so...violently.

"Harry, I very well warned you before your first time that this was only something temporary, a distraction of some sorts that would occupy your mind from grimmer things. It is like a dream, a reprieve from harsh realities, but the fact is they are not real. Taken in large douses this can be like poison to your mind you can be addicted, it'll be a vice that would be hard to break. Truly, I did not think you would whore away your time. Such is not the ways of a true and proper gentleman, young man!"

"Sirius, think of it as a form of charity. I am very generous to these girls." Harry had replied curtly. He has no need to hear of Sirius and his self-righteous admonitions. For Harry supposes that there was nothing wrong with engaging in activities his peers do in their past times as well . If these men were not eyed with such judging scrutiny then why must he be subject to it?

"What has become of you? Where is the Harry Potter I knew of as a boy?" Lord Black had persisted and Harry leaned forward in his seat,"He became a man." was his short reply. Lord Black had looked indignant at him.

"Well this man must become a better man if he is to be called Lord." Lord Black told Harry with a raised voice. Because of this Harry knew his godfather was not merely there to berate his behaviour, rather he was there for a purpose. Harry knew his godfather wanted something from him and that was the reason for his visit.

"Speak plainly Lord Black. What is it you want, or do we waste away the night having the same conversations over again." Sirius had looked as if he wanted to protest but he shook his head and decided to reserve his judgements for another time, after all Harry was right. He was here on business, more than that he was here for family and he will honour his promise to the lass he finds himself wanting for as his own daughter.

"Do you know what it means to offer a wardship?" As he said this Sirius, noted the confusion resting on the green irises of his godson and Harry's frown deepened as he spoke,"No, I'm afraid not. Why do you ask?"

"Well it is impertinent that you open books with regards to the matter for I would be wanting you to take up a ward." Sirius had told him instantly and Harry crossed his arms on his seat, "What do you mean by you wanting that I take up a ward?" Instead of answering, Sirius decided to throw Harry a question himself. "When was the last time you've spoken with Miss Granger?" Harry looked surprised by this inquiry and an expression bordering to that of shameful regret dusted his features as he stared down at his lap. "I must have sent her an a owl over a month ago. Why do you ask?"

"Did you know that her father fell gravely ill?" This proclamation seemed to have captured Harry's attention as he looked up at his godfather once more. "No, I confess I did not." Harry admitted and Sirius merely nodded as he expected just as much, for he knew that if his godson did know of it he would be most concerned of her well being and would be the reason to his being in London than that of the city's harlots.

"Well he has. And now Miss Granger has confided in me her troubles to which the only viable solution is for her to marry." The utter calmness of the tone Sirius conveyed the message with was the complete opposite to the frazzled look that befallen his godson.

"Hermione Granger is marrying? Has she conceded to that." Harry had spoken with such incredulity that Sirius wondered if he were to suddenly drop, catatonic.

"I am afraid you were not there to see the pained desperation in her eyes as she told me how she arrived to this decision." Harry stared back at his godfather, "Why has she not confided in me? Have I lost her confidence?" Harry had wondered aloud, and the familiarity of his expression to that of Hermione's when she spoke the same words were similarly uncanny that Lord Black almost wanted to laugh at this deja vu.

"No, I do not believe that is the case. I reckon she did not want to trouble you nor Ronald as she has always prided herself of being one of the few independent ladies." Calling out this clear trait of his closest female friend had caused Harry to draw out a simple smile as he nodded his head to his godfather's truthful observance,"That she is." Lord Black spoke once more, "I promised her I would sponsor her, and that I would ask for your assistance."

"Of course I would help Hermione. What does she need of me?"

"She does not want you to help as the matter of fact she's adamant against it. But I knew you would do anything for your best friend, after all the good she has done for you-that in expense of not only her reputation but also of her well being. Am I wrong to presume this, Lord Potter?" Sirius eyed his godson who stared back at him, with his green eyes set in determination.

"You are not wrong to presume this. I do know of the things she has forgone, of the things she sacrificed for my sake, so if there is any way I could return the favour, you need only speak it and know without fail that I would gladly do it." Sirius grinned at his godson's honesty, "Well I'm pleased for you to say that because now you have to agree that she become your ward." For all the world, Harry remains to wear the expression of that of a confuse youth, but he recognised the gravity of his godfather's request and so he finds himself quite inclined to agree.

"If I take her as my ward would this help her?"

"Tremendously, I assure you."

"Then if you are certain, Miss Granger shall become my ward." Harry declared and Lord Black strode towards his godson and tapped his shoulder quite fondly.

"Splendid, I shall take my leave. I expect you to read up on those books with regards to the subject. Then when you are well-educated I will expect you back at Godric's Hallow all within a week's time, after all, Lord Longbottom will be expecting his best man present on his fitting day. Do not disappoint him Harry." Sirius reminded his godson who merely nodded in understanding. "Of course, expect that I will be there."

"And Harry do be in your best behaviour." Lord Black nodded his head as he begun putting his gloves back on and took his cloak off from a silver hanger and he started to walk away. But just as he did so, Harry had called out to him, "Sirius-I mean Lord Black!"

"Yes, my boy." Sirius turned his back, and saw his godson regard him in uncertainty.

"You did not tell her, did you?"

"Tell who of what?" Sirius supposes he knew what Harry was speaking of, still he cannot be certain. "You did not tell miss Granger why I am in London. Have you?" Sirius sighed, he knew he would be lying now.

He does not want Harry to know that he betrayed his confidence, he knows Harry will not see reason nor will he understand that what he has done and continues to do is for his own good. So he settled to tell him a half-truth of a lie.

"Of course not! She does not even know you are here. She will be sourly disappointed you haven't invited her to the opera or the theatre while in town, after all she is presently staying here with her parents." Harry frowned as he muttered to himself, "That's not all she would be disappointed at."

"I am glad you know of it. Adieu!" with his final goodbye Sirius left his godson in his study, with nothing but his thoughts as company in the dead air of the night.

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A few hours later...

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Harry jerked awake as he recalled the unforgivable curse; the despicable cruciatus curse inflicted on Hermione as he and Ron were trapped in the Malfoy Manor, only unlike the one preserved in his memory, Hermione in his dreams had died, before this dream Harry had seen Ron falling to his death and being swallowed whole by Nagini. The whole ordeal, of once again becoming subject to the pain of the fear of loosing his dearest friends that prickled his heart and boiled the blood coursing through his veins had continue to taste of acid, metallic rust and iron with a hint of sharp salt that always wanted to make him vomit and left bite marks in the crevices of his mouth.

Shaking his head to clear it of these horrid thoughts, Harry cradled his sweaty forehead in his hands as he took careful breaths to calm the erratic beating of his heart, his breath was thick, heavy and hot.

When his breathing had evened out and he no longer felt feverish, Harry raised his eyes to stare at his room and was pleased to note that he has not blown up a single furniture, glancing at the grandfather clock to look at the time Harry observes that it had just turned six in the morning. Tightening the knot of his robes as he stood up, Harry left his study for a cup of coffee to wake him up. After all, it was imperative that he start on those books Sirius had told him to study on, if he were to make assumptions, Hermione's fate rested on this task of him being successful on his first venture as a wardmaster, and hopefully a responsibility he would only wear once.

As Harry sat on his dinning hall and a cup of coffee steaming in his hands he wonders how his life would change now that he was loosing one of his precious friends, not to Voldemort or his death eaters but to her husband. Will he be able to call upon her in times of trouble and confusion, will he still be able to speak freely and confide in her all his worries, hear of her sound advises and how will he feel seeing her so changed?

Hermione was going to be someone's wife, a reality he had never seen nor fathomed to have an ounce of possibility to ever transpire. Knowing of her caring nature, Harry had no qualms that Hermione would make a splendid mother, and it would be a shame if she were denied the chance to be one. And he smiles to himself as he imagines her with a babe of her own in the warmth of her arms, in his mind he sees her as she smiles and coos at this small angel wrapped in warm blankets and sun-kissed under the warm summer solstice breeze . This first child of hers, he hopes will posses her same warm inquisitive eyes that Hermione has always considered as dull and plain, but a mirror never sees its own beauty only reflects that is of other's. And as fond as he is with this picture in his mind he still finds it rather unlikely to see Hermione as someone's wife. A bride to a groom, would she be?

Would she even share her husband's bed? Does she even know what it is to mean for one to be wed? If she did not like her husband will she forever be kept in a cold bed, only warmed by the rising of the sun to signify the night's death?

Harry felt himself blush at these thoughts as he turned away from this trail of aimless wondering, and supposing vaguely at the unease settling in his stomach. So consumed was he in his thoughts that he failed to notice the footsteps that descended upon him.

"I had the oddest dream last night. Imagine my surprise when I woke and found you gone." Harry glanced at his side and saw the image of the girl from last night. She was wearing a shear material that did not dare pretend to conceal her nakedness beneath it. When he had seen her in the brothel the night before he had thought she was vision, a temptation, the Achilles heel of common men but after he has bitten on this apple he had found his hunger easily satiated and so her presence no longer illicit any form of wanting in his part. A fact Harry does not find himself faulting her. For the truth was though many the girls he had slept with, by morning he no longer feels any desire for any of them. He might be cruel, but to himself he admits this truth.

"Did you not see the pouch of golden coins I left for you by the dresser? If you are hungry there is food in the pantry and then you may take your leave." He told her in a manner so callous he did not even try to pretend he cared, and the girl paused in her steps as she smiled knowingly at him. Such ill treatment must be a commonplace in her life that she no longer flinches at the spats thrown upon her feet. Feet as equally calloused as the words of men, feet who will not hurt not even when they walk upon shards of glass.

"Yes, I have seen. Though, I did not expect such coldness in the light where there was so much warmth and passion in the night." Harry scoffed at this as he stood up from his seat and approach her softly, she didn't even shift in her stance even as he drew closer. Harry removed his dark robes and draped it over her shoulders, his green eyes conveying the message that he was through with her.

"You should know as well as I that the night is nothing but an illusion but in the day, here lies our reality, here we bare our true selves." He told her simply as he turned on the corner pass her and meaning to climb up the stairwell to his chambers to freshen up, his thoughts still haunted by the prospect of those books he is yet to find then read. He only paused in his retreat because she had spoken once more.

"Then may I say, that if the night is merely an illusion, I wonder what would it feel like to make love to you in the day?" Surprised by her boldness and the sly implications of the meaning to her words, Harry allows himself a resigned smile as he stared back at her, green meeting blue, this time his stare is no longer bitter for he sees in her the same longing in his heart.

"We will never know."

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5 days later...

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It is with haste and precision that Master Lupin donned on his cloak and leather gloves as he went to answer the urgency in his good friend's letter.

"Oh my good husband why must you leave now, now when supper is about to be served?" Nympadora his wife of four years turned to address him as she watched her husband wear his travelling clothes. Remus turned to kiss her cheek, a gesture that if not to bring her comfort but only to placate her.

"My dear, I know of your worries and of your disappointments, but I too know Lord Black and he would not toy with my emotions and be so insensitive to pull me out of my wife and child's arms for shallow caprices. No, that he is not." Remus told his wife which only nodded in understanding.

"Well, I hope your trust in this Lord does not waiver. And if you find that he is merely jesting, then do give him a fair beating from me if your position does not grant you leave to hex him all the way to the next century." Remus allows himself a laugh as he sees his young wife so disgruntled.

"Fear not my wife. I shall remember you and your words when need be." With a final goodbye to her, Remus then took a handful of floo powder and used it to arrive in Grimmauld place.

As soon as he appeared at the wide lobbied halls of the infamous House of the Blacks Remus could almost feel the small waves of doubt washing over him. He summoned for Kreacher, the house elf who had always looked and regarded him with disdain though to the elf he had always been kind.

Kreacher had informed him with a sneer that his Master had resided in his study and is yet to come down for dinner. Frowning slightly, Remus almost galloped up the stairwells, into the wing that will lead him to his friend's study, and without ceremony he opened those old oaken doors and was almost unsurprised to see Lord Black sitting soundly on his cushioned and velveteen chair, a goblet of half empty wine sitting on his desk, and a pipe wrapped in his fingers while swirls of merely seconds old smoke enveloped and danced all around him.

"So, why did you want to see me Lord Black?" Remus addressed his friend as he eyed him suspiciously.

"Ah, my dear friend. You would serve as my perfect excuse." Lord Black told him, as he stood up and fished an empty goblet and set it down on the table. With a look so full of incredulity, Remus approached Sirius's table, with each step building up the irate ire within him. "You do realised I left my wife and son to be your perfect excuse, now do you?" He told his friend angrily who only nodded his head, clearly unmoved by the savageness present in Master Lupin's tone.

"Of course, I did! Will you not thank me?" Sirius told Remus who only regarded him in shock and disbelief. Sirius tossed his friend the bottle of wine who caught it expertly with a single hand, the Lord smirked at this display of skill and moved the goblet closer to Remus' reach. "Here, pour yourself a brandy." Sirius told his friend, and with a pronounced sigh Remus obliged him, as he poured himself a drink he turned to ask Sirius once more.

"So why did you need me here?" Instead of answering him, Sirius decided to broach a different subject to him, "I heard Harry arrived today at Godric's Hallow." Remus looked confused for the moment yet decided to indulge Sirius, "Indeed, I saw the lad and he had looked deeply troubled. Of course, it could all be attributed to the fact that he was being fitted for his dress robes. A burden I do not wish to inflict on any man."

"I dare say and admit that it can truly be quite a hassle. I wonder how long he'll survive such a fussy fitting session." Sirius seconded and Remus had laughed. Just then a tapping from the window of his study was heard by the two gentlemen. Sirius set his pipe down as he approached the window and opened it to let a snowy white owl known by the both of them as Hedwig, Harry's faithful owl and let her in.

Hedwig had flown inside the threshold with so much grace she almost looked regal, and she rounded them once before finally perching on a stack of books set on top the table, her yellow eyes boring into the two of them, as if reading the pair of them and seeing the mischief lingering beneath their stance.

Sirius took the letter tied to her leg all the while mindful to not ruffle her feathers. He did not even open the letter when he handed a ready parchment to Hedwig and the bird gave it a single look before she flew off obediently to carry out her task. Baffled by this quick display, Remus turned to his friend rather curiously, "What was that?" he had asked and Sirius looked at him as he reached for his pipe once more and pressed the device between his lips as he sat back down.

"That was Harry sending a letter."

"Indeed, I saw that. And then?"

"And then I sent my reply."

"Do you want me to turn into a werewolf you inconsiderate prat. You have not even read his letter nor seen if the ink it was drawn with had properly dried. And yet you have sent him a reply!" Sirius took the rolled up parchment from his godson and tossed it at Remus. His werewolf friend glared at him before breaking the seal and proceeded to read the letter. After he was done he looked at Sirius with a grave expression set in his eyes.

"If you care to know, Lord Potter wishes that you come to Godric's Hallow immediately. He has not stated why you must do so, only that he needs to speak with you." When the only reaction Sirius graced him was a nod, Remus continued on,"I cannot fathom why you still sit on your chair when your godson has need of you so."

"Do not fuss, I have long known what his letter said before he has thought of writing it, thus I have justly responded to him. I told him I could not come because I am having a drink with you here in my study and that if it is of any importance he should come here himself!"

"How could you brush away your godson like that? It might be important."

"Oh it is. That's why I want to drive him mad first. It'll be fun to watch."

"What could possibly be good from driving him mad? Sirius you have never struck me as a masochist, or were you all along? Is that why you enjoyed tormenting Snape so, may God rest his soul." Sirius shook his head, "Of course not. Those idiotic ways was borne from my childish ignorance, an ignorance that I have shared with you and James. While I do not pretend to be a saint, I know of my wrongs and I would like to think that I am a changed man." Sirius took a pregnant pause before continuing, "I only wish to get a rise out of Lord Potter because I know he is most honest when he is angry. He lets his guard down when he is so, and frees himself of inhibitions when he is filled with wrath. Such genuine feelings is what I would like to see pouring from him when he comes to speak to me. When a volcano erupts all that it has kept within will be shown to mortal men, after all." Hearing these words from Sirius, brought no comfort to Remus, alas he fears his friend has done something idiotic.

"Sirius what have you done?" Sirius had the grace to look away before facing him once more to reply, "I tricked him into agreeing to take Miss Granger as his ward." Remus eyes widened at this, he could not believe it!

"What? How can you say that without shame."

"Because it is all going according to plan."

"What plan? Sirius, you cannot play with children. Most especially you cannot play with James's boy."

"Oh, it's what James would have wanted." Sirius had reasoned out and Remus had raised his hands to rubbed his temples and felt a headache settle inside of him. He feared that Sirius had meddled far too much in affairs that did not concern him all because this self-imposed prick felt he needed to resolve issues that were not his to ponder nor worry about.

"Are you certain? Do you not see your folly? Have you not learned?" Before Sirius could answer there was a knocking on his door, "You may come in now." Sirius spoke and the doors opened to accommodate Kreacher who bowed in the presence of his master. He then raised his head and announced, "Lord Potter is here to see Lord Black." Sirius and Lupin glanced at each other before Sirius finally turned to Kreacher, cleared his throat and spoke.

"Send him in Kreacher."

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End of Chapter 2

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AN: This was supposed to be longer I was supposed to end this chapter with Harry and Sirius having their own tete-a-tete, but let's try a bit of cliffhanger. Hahaha,do you guys like cliffhangers?

How do you think Harry will react now that he knows what responsibilities a wardmaster must have?

I really enjoyed writing a certain part to this fic. The first person to know of it will get the raw conversation of Sirius and Harry, by raw I have not edited it yet...hahahaha. Consider it as my Christmas gift.

I await your reviews as I'm dying to know what you think, and I am open to suggestions... tell me what you want to see in this story as this is a story I have not made a story map of so nothing is set in stone yet.

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!