OK over here in England I just watched the Criminal Minds episode where Jackson Rathbone stared in it and I'm so damn giddy. Both him and Matthew Grey Gubler in one episode is a damn overload I need to have a cool bath. I swear I'd totally do Jackson.

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"Alright that's me done." Kicking his trunk, Ron fell back onto his bed with a sigh.

"Me too." Harry agreed looking around their empty dormitory. The other boys had left this morning to home for Christmas, so had more than half the school. Even with the train crawling with Auror's Dumbledore had informed Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Brooklyn they would be eaving the via portkey from his office at exactly 5:59 and it was already 5:30 already.

"So first Christmas with the girlfriend. How you feeling?"

"I don't feel anything." Harry confessed. "We've only been going out for 52 days plus she's there for her aunt and Sirius."

"You two been together for 52 days. Really."

"Yea she didn't even know when I mentioned it."

"So you didn't celebrate your one month and two week anniversary?" Ron sat up looking at his friend.

"Naw didn't want to had Quidditch Practice and she had essays to complete."

"Geeze Harry, your going out with one of the prettiest girls and she's a total geek." Ron chuckled at the irony. "Mine and Mione's one month she kept reminding me, even though I didn't see the point of it. Still don't. You lucked out mate."

"Lucky me," He sighed "My girlfriend doesn't want to spend time with me. So much for a normal year huh?"

Harry kicked his trunk close before bending down to lock it. Ron feeling that Harry's felt a little low silently tugged on his coat and made his way down into the common room dragging his trunk behind him. Hermione and Ginny were waiting by the entrance with their trunks, dressed in their coats, Gryffindor scarves and hats.

"Where's Harry?"

"Coming" Ron answered eyeing his sister. "He's not feeling to bright."

"Why what's wrong with Harry?" Hermione frowned concerned. He went up at lunchtime perfectly fine, laughing and messing around with Ron.

"Nothing's wrong with me" Harry answered catching onto Hermione's sentence. "Its 5:45 already."

"Your right lets go."

Waving goodbye to the fat lady who had company over, the four Gryffindors heaved their trunks to Professor Dumbledore's office, their breaths coming out in puffs of air visible in the frost air of the castle. Professor Dumbledore was seated at his desk smiling warmly at a laughing Brooklyn was the sight that greeted them upon entering the warm office. Brooklyn was dressed differently to them, she never had a coat on or dressed in skirts like Ginny and Hermione; she was wearing a grey hoodied university jumper, black jeans -Harry's favourite-, her Ravenclaw scarf and black furry boots that went all the way up her leg stopping just underneath her knees with her jeans stuffed in and her hair was pulled in a messy knot. In the spirit of of classes being over for the term Brooklyn has removed her simple studs and replaced them with gold hoops.

"Ah right on time," Dumbledore smiled his eyes twinkling. "You four ready."

"Yes sir!" They answered.

"Wonderful." He clapped his hands standing to his feet picking up a leather belt. "Now if you'll just touch this as its about to activate any minute now."

Brooklyn stood to her feet stretching her back then stood next to Ginny, Albus handed them the belt and as they each closed a hand around it they felt the familiar tug behind their navels and the ground slipping beneath their feet. Brooklyn squeezed her eyes shut fighting the urge to throw up when the hard breeze that was blowing suddenly stopped and was replaced with warm comforting air as they hit a carpeted floor with a loud thud.

DING, DING, DING, DING, DING...

"Wonderful just in time-for dinner."

The five teenagers untangled themselves standing to their feet. Mrs Weasley was standing in front of them smiling warmly.

"Great" Ron grinned tugging off his coat "What's for dinner?"

"Smells like roast ham Ron," Ginny stated pulling off her own outerwear, she was beginning sweat under the heat in the large house.

"Brooklyn, Harry."

Sirius appeared in the doorway smiling happily.

"Hey Padfoot," Harry grinned hugging him briefly,

"Hello." Brooklyn muttered still uncomfortable around him.

"Don't I get a hug Brooklyn?" His smile faltered slightly

"Err sure." Noticing the others watching her, Brooklyn reached up hugging Sirius around his neck briefly before stepping away.

"Right why don't you five take your stuff upstairs then come back down for some dinner." Mrs Weasley instructed.

"Brooklyn you have your own room," Sirius grinned "Like Harry but I did your room myself hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will." She smiled and followed the others including Sirius upstairs to the first floor.

"Ron you'll be sharing with Harry." Sirius informed as Hermione and Ginny disappeared into their room.

"I always shared with Harry, unless there was a choice and I was not informed."

"Shut it Weasley." Sirius sighed, they reached Harry bedroom, on the second floor that housed Mr and Mrs Weasley, Remus as well as Tonks whenever she stayed over. "Alright you two."

Harry smiled at Brooklyn briefly before disappearing with Ron into his room.

"Your just down here with your aunt across the hall, my room is next door to you."

"OK."

"Here we are." Sirius opened the door and Brooklyn fought a grin, the room wasn't all that great but it was nice and airy. The walls were painted a soft blue, the ceiling looked like a starry night. The bed was a double four poster made of oak and filled with pillows and throw cushions, matching curtain. A dresser, wardrobe and desk set to match the bed.

"Thank you Sirius" She sighed

"Do you like it?" He looked unsure.

"I do, its perfect thank you" She smiled at him, "You didn't have to do this."

"Your my daughter Brooke, you deserve a room in my house."

"Is that my Brooklyn I hear?"

Annabeth's curly blonde head pocked into the room, Brooklyn couldn't fight the grin that crept onto her face. "Hey stranger." She teased as Annabeth pulled her into a tight hug.

"Oh my little Brooke" She buried her nose in her neck breathing in her familiar Vanilla musk scent. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

Sirius smiled sadly, Annabeth really did cling to Brooklyn and vice versa, 'maybe Amelia did a good thing leaving Brooke in her care.

"We should go to dinner," Sirius announced.

"Yes. There are some people wanting to meet you Brooklyn." Annabeth sighed.

"OK." noting that her trunk was by her bed Brooklyn followed her aunt downstairs into the kitchen. Everybody was already seated, Sirius squeezed Brooklyn's shoulder before taking a seat at the head of the table while Annabeth led Brooklyn to the two only available seats between Hermione and a man who looked strikingly like Sirius.

"Good everyone's here," Mrs Weasley beamed. "Dig in."

The silence around the table was quickly filled with loud happy chatter, and the sounds of forcks and spoons hitting the teaming dishes.

"How was your room Brooklyn?" Hermione whispered

"Fine. Just fine. I like it" Hermione beamed at her words. "So how was America?"

"Wonderful. I have to take you there sometime."

"Of course you do. You promised that next time I'll come."

"And you will. How's school?"

"Fine had an argument with Rose but we're OK now."

"And aunt Augusta and Neville."

"Neville's got a girlfriend. Luna Lovegood."

"Seriously." Brooklyn nodded "Well I heard you have a boyfriend. Isn't that right Potter!"

The conversation around the table faltered. Harry looked at Annabeth surprised.

"Excuse me."

"Your my niece's boyfriend."

"Ah." He looked at Brooklyn "Yea Sirius is alright with it."

"I'm not Sirius Harry." Her cool voice alarmed Harry. He gulped loudly swallowing the remains of his chewed up carrots.

"Leave him alone Beth." Sirius scowled "Share your big news with your beloved niece."

"What."

"Um maybe later," Annabeth glared at Sirius "When we're alone."

"Might as well say it now," He shrugged simply, forking a roast potato into his mouth and chewing "Hmm."

"Fine!" She turned to Brooklyn. "I'm married Brooke."

Everyone held their breath looking at Brooklyn.

"Huh." She frowned at her aunt "Your married...to who."

"Him."

Brooklyn looked at the man she was pointing towards, yes he's good looking but something was achingly familiar about him.

"Err hello." she smiled.

"Hello Brooklyn...nice to know you don't take after our family's side." He spoke in a American accent with a New York twist.

"Excuse me"

"Don't you know him Brooklyn. He's related to you to us" Sirius nodded towards her "He's your uncle...my younger brother Regulas."

"Regulas Black." Hermione muttered surprised.

"At your service" He remarked sarcastically.

"Brooklyn" Annabeth whispered "Say something."

"Is he why you kept going to America?"

"No. I had a job to do remember and-"

"I don't like repeating myself. you know that. Is he the reason you was gone for 12 months?"

"6 months I completed my work in six. Brooklyn I'm so sorry."

"OK. Congratulations I suppose." Brooklyn turned back to her food after flashing a half smile at the couple.

"Are you OK with this Brooke. He's a Death-Eater." Sirius somewhat exclaimed surprised at his daughter's actions.

"Brooklyn if your not OK with it please just say." Annabeth whispered.

"I don't want to do this here OK. Drop it"

"Brooke..." Regulas trailed off seeing the murderous look in her eyes "...Its dropped."

"I can't believe this." Sirius complained loudly making everyone look at him. "Brooklyn I swear to Merlin himself tell your aunt she's making a mistake. Do you really want to be related to him?"

"No," She replied simply.

"Whoo" Sirius exhaled "Then-"

"I don't want to be related to you either." She cut in, everyone held their breaths tense as Sirius face dropped "I don't want to be motherless, I don't want t be your daughter, I don't even want to be here but I am. I'm here I'm his niece, I'm your daughter, apparently I'm her love rival." she pointed at Ginny "Because I'm his girlfriend." she nodded at Harry "I don't want any of this but I have it and I can't do anything about it."

"Brooklyn" Mrs Weasley whispered "No."

"Yes." She whispered "I hate my life I hate everything in it I hate the way its going because I can't do nothing about it can I. Thanks for dinner but I'm not hungry."

Brooklyn stood up from the table and stormed off disappearing up the stairs her bedroom door slammed half a minute later making the china on the table rattle.

"Well I hope your happy Sirius." Annabeth glared at the father of her niece.

"Of course I'm not happy what kind of sicko do you take me for?" He shook his head "My daughter is hurt because she was abandoned once again."

"I never abandoned her."

"Then what do you call it. You leave the country for a good year only communicating with your beloved niece through letters and leaving her in the care of Augusta Longbottom of all people. Augusta Longbottom the crazy socialite I don't know what Amelia was thinking when she left her with you your just a selfish as her."

"Sirius that's enough!" Mrs Weasley slammed her plate down on the table glaring at him. "She's upset."

"She'll be fine."

"No she won't." Harry spoke up feeling the need to stick up for his girlfriend. "You would know that you both would if you stopped to think about your actions. Sirius this is not going to get Brooklyn to let you and in and Ms Stronghold I may not know you and no disrespect but you left her for a year for a Death Eater who you marry without your so-called precious niece with you."

Annabeth opened her mouth but no words came out because he was right. Harry seeing her words were failing her got up from the table and left to seek Brooklyn.

"Brooke" He slowly opened her bedroom door, she stood by the window in the dark watching the dark streep lamp lit street. "Brooklyn."

He saw her body tense at his call and her hands curl into fists, closing the door behind him he crossed the wooden floor to stand behind her and pulled her back into his arms resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He whispered lifting his arms around her waist tight "I'm so sorry."

Brooklyn turned in his arms lifting his arms hugging him, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck as she struggled to fight a sob.

"Brooke" He whispered tightening his hold "They don't deserve you."

"You can't say that Harry. You can't." Her voice was emotionless less but it never fooled Harry for one minute. He knew she had to be feeling pretty low of some sort and only sighed.

"Why can't I say it. I love Sirius yes but he goes about things wrong like downstairs for instance and trying to exact his revenge for my family." He explained taking a step back releasing her.

"My aunt?" she questioned hugging herself her blue eyes connecting with Harry's green ones.

"Selfish Brooklyn and its OK it admit it I guarantee everyone downstairs is thinking it too. She left you alone for a year for a Death eater Regulas may claim to change but he still bears the dark mark."

"Still killed people, still took somebody's life." She shook her head biting her bottom lip unsure. "I don't understand how I got here."

"Well by port key of course." He teased hoping to get a smile which he did, Brooklyn smiled sighing. "Do you regret...umm being my-"

"No." She cut in "No I don't I think that's the one thing I actually do want but I don't want everything else it comes with."

Harry took her hand in his and lead her to the bed where they sat side by side still joined with their hands. Brooklyn scooted back on the bed till her back hit the wall and tugged Harry to join her which he did.

"I know what you mean. I've had boys saying that I better not ruin it because they'll be there."

She smiled resting her head on his shoulder. "Well I've had that crazy Gryffindor Matilda or something like that threaten me, give my sharp looks and Ginny Weasley looking at me as if I stole something from her."

"Don't worry about Ginny OK." He whispered "She's not my girlfriend. You are."

Brooklyn smiled to herself wanting to feel closer to Harry, she slipped her hand from his and wrapped her arms around his middle resting her head on his chest he wrapped his arms around her resting his chin on her head.

"This is the most we've spent together alone." He murmured.

"I know...I'm sorry for ignoring you"

"You was ignoring me."

"Yes I was trying to get attached to you because I knew at the end of everything we'd go our separate ways."

"Why would we do that your dad is my guardian and we live in the same house. We have no need to go our separate ways."

"Harry you have a lot of obligations to your friends and...I don't and I won't ever have any. I'm only 17 and I plan to live my life as much as I can once I leave those Hogwarts grounds."

"So your going to leave once we graduate."

"Yea England is not for me"

"Your family is here."

She lifted her head to look into his eyes, there faces were only inches apart their breaths mixing together.

"What family Harry I have no family my aunt marryied the man she left me for and my dad has you."

"Who do I have Brooklyn. I'm the last Potter ever and I probably will remain the last Potter."

"Not true I see kids in your future Harry two boys and a girl with your black hair." She sat up fingering his hair "Your eyes and your will and determination to make something of yourself."

"Do you see yourself as the mother of those children?"

She shook her head "I don't know I've never thought kids were part of my future"

"What about me?"

"Harry we haven't been dating for 6 months and you want to be in my future."

"No I want to be your future. Brooklyn do you honestly think that I want too see you with somebody else ever. Have you seen yourself."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Brooklyn your gorgeous I mean really beautiful sometimes I think your playing stupid to your looks."

"Excuse me?"

Brooklyn pushed Harry hard so he ended up laying down on his side. With a small chuckle he turned onto his back and smiled as Brooklyn rose over him so she was straddling him holding down his hands either side of his head.

"Did you just call me stupid?" She whispered

"No." She raised an eyebrow "OK maybe I did but Brooklyn tell me you look in the mirror."

"I'll tell you a secret Harry." He nodded "I know I'm gorgeous I love boys wanting me I love acting coy to it and I stare in the mirror every night hoping that I can stay this youthful and beautiful so boys can fall at my feet forever."

Harry tilted his head unsure of Brooklyn's words. "What?"

"I'm kidding Harry," She whispered. "I know I'm not ugly but I know my looks are not the only thing I have going for me. For a while I honestly believed that you like every other boy just wanted to snog me because of how I look."

"No I really like you but they help alot. Especially your legs"

"My legs."

"Yea nice and long and smooth. Nice little stems."

She smiled shaking her head, Harry may have gotten her to be his girlfriend but he was still somewhat a pig like the others, Brooklyn thought releasing his hands slowly.

"Your a pig," she whispered.

"Yea but," He took her by her shoulders and rolled over swiftly so she was beneath him before continuing "You like this pig."

"Unfortunately"

"Hmm unfortunately" He murmured in agreement lowering his head towards hers. Feeling his lips brush against her own Brooklyn trailed her hands up his arms till they nestled in his hair in anticipation. With a sigh Harry rolled onto his side gathering Brooklyn into his arms and kissed her deeply. Brooklyn let out a moan of surprise but returned the kiss zeal her hands tangling in his hair and her leg coming to rest around his waist.

Breaking the kiss gently, Harry brushed his lips against hers "That's the best kiss we've had to date."
"Really, well if that's the case we better try for another one," she murmured, pressing her lips to his softly.

"We should stop though," he murmured, kissing her between words. "Sirius or your aunt could come in and I could be killed..."
Brooklyn nodded in agreement and murmured, "Yes, maybe we should stop before I ring in the new year like I did last year. Single," before pulling him closer and kissing him hotly.
Harry could feel his heart hammering fiercely against his chest, for the tender kisses they were sharing were quickly turning greedy and wanting. Pulling her closer, he felt Brooklyn's pull him over her and her legs tightened around his waist pulling him tighter against her soft body. Sliding his hands up her sides, Harry tangled his fingers in her hair, and deepened the kiss. She responded by arching her body into his pressing her lower body into his making it harder it was for him to keep his control.

Harry felt the thoughts of them being interrupted by Sirius or Annabeth fly out his head as he moved his hands to the bottom of her jumper lifting it bearing her skin. Her skin was soft and her scent was intoxicating, and the mere feel of her body against his made his heart race. Breaking the kiss softly, he splayed his lips over her neck and jaw nipping and sucking her here and there. Harry felt a spark of pleasure with every inch of skin that he kissed and touched, and he could feel himself trembling on the inside as her hands gently and purposely wandered up the back of his shirt. Brooklyn's nails scratched up his back slowly, causing him to involuntarily shudder and break out in goose bumps. Just as her hands were making their way back down, Harry reached behind him and pulled her hands from beneath his shirt breaking the kiss letting out a ragged sigh.

"Brooklyn..."

"Hmm" She lifted up kissing his neck

"We could get caught" He whispered closing his eyes. The feel of her lips on his neck with her tongue making guest appearances here and there was making him loose his senses. "And its very hard to stop"

She squeezed his hips with her thighs gently, her mouth brushing against his ear as she whispered to him, "Then don't try to."

Harry felt her tug on his hands and sit up slowly. Opening her eyes Harry saw her grey eyes had turned dark with lust and groaned, returnening her kiss with his lips and kissed her hungrily.

Grabbing the bottom of her university jumper Harry began to tug it up, pulling away he tugged the grey jumper over her head tossing it behind him onto the bed. Brooklyn leaned back on her elbows watching Harry, he was straddled across her lap his chest heaving as he struggled for breath.

"Come on" She whispered.

With a low groan Harry reached behind him pulling his shirt over his head before moving back over her body. Blind with desire, need, and lust, Harry gripped her hips, trying with all his might to keep a hold of himself. The kisses they were now sharing were passion-ridden, deepening with urgency and eagerness by the second. Harry could feel her hips pushing against his, her body arching into him; it was a silent invitation, and with blood churning in his veins, he reached under the back of her knees, and pulled her legs around his waist relishing in the feel of her soft skin against his...

"You know they've been upstairs for a while." Ron and Ginny murmured in agreement. The rest of dinner had been a silent and tense affair until Professor Dumbledore aparated in with other members of the Order for a meeting, the teenagers ushered out into the living room where'd they been been seated for a good hour and a few minutes.

"Maybe we should go see if she's alright?" Hermione continued "What happened at dinner was a bit much."

"Yea" Ron agreed "They have been awfully quiet lets-"

Ron stopped talking when he heard the front door slam open and yelling ensured, standing to their feet they rushed into the hallway. The order members were crowding around somebody all talking at the same time.

"What's going on" Harry ran down the stairs looking clearly dishevelled, his jeans were unbuttoned and he was tugging on his t-shirt. Brooklyn appeared behind him and her appearance clearly set the wheels turning in both Hermione and Ginny's head.

"We don't know somebody is there though." Ron answered.

"What were you two doing upstairs." Hermione asked eyeing Brooklyn's choice of attire; her jeans missing a belt and her jumper turned inside out and back to front.

"Err," Harry looked back at Brooklyn then back to Hermione "...talking."

"Really," She looked doubtful "Talking made you look like you just rolled out of bed did it?"

"Leave it Hermione!" He snapped. Hermione gasped at his harsh words but he ignored it and fixed his jeans.

"Brooklyn." Sirius turned, his eyes were sad and filled with regret as he looked at her.

"What." She moved down the steps pushing past Harry "Who is it." Pushing through the Order she gasped at who she Neville. "Nev..." She whispered dropping to her knees beside her cut up and bloody friend.

"He was attacked Brooklyn." Remus told her regretfully "His grandmother...she's gone."

"Oh God." She whispered bending to her friend "Neville please wake up come on."

"We should move him to a room." Mrs Weasley placed her hands on Brooklyn's shoulders pulling her to a stand "Come on dear let your dad and the others move him."

"Err OK." Brooklyn watched Neville be lifted easily into her fathers arms and carried up the stairs.

"Brooklyn," Annabeth started "I-"

"What."

"I'm sorry I for-"

"Look Annabeth I really don't want to do this now OK."

"But-"

"I SAID NO" Everybody flinched at the bass in her voice, Harry suddenly found himself greatful that the portrait of Waburga Black had been removed sucessfully during the summer.

"Brooklyn" Regulas breathed "You need to calm down. Your anger is not going to solve this problem."

"I'm sorry are you that self absorbed that you think my anger is directed at you." She chuckled "I'm sorry my anger concerning you was released in a nice healthy way in a way I enjoyed greatly less than a few moments ago." Both Hermione and Ginny turned to Harry his cheeks were burning with flush. "I'm angry because the only people I know that actually care for me in injured or dead. I may not of liked Augusta but I loved her and I love Neville and they loved me so excuse me for being angry."

"I understand that but you need to calm down." He warned

"Or what." Regulas stared at her speechless was this the same girl in the pictures Annabeth carried around with her, her grey eyes were not shining with happiness or contentment they were filled with anger, hurt and anguish. When Brooklyn saw that Regulas wasn't going to speak she rolled her eyes heavenwards before running up the stairs following the noise and commotion too Harry's bedroom.

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