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PRESENT

Sirius Black used to be a heavy sleeper. In fact, back in his Hogwarts days, it wasn't uncommon for Jame, Remus, or even Peter to have to wake him in the morning. A task that, at least James and Remus, had turned into a competition they called 'Who can come up with the most creative way to wake up Padfoot?' Some of their ideas had been...well...

Snuggling up to a replica of one's mother, who happened to be a horrid woman to begin with, and discovering you had your hand on her breast was something Sirius had never wanted to experience. Unfortunately, though it woke Sirius up, he was still late for breakfast spending a good hour and a half in the shower, much to James' amusement.

But after spending twelve years in Azkaban and another two on the run, the lightest noses could wake him up. So it wasn't unusual for him to be the second, if not first person, in Grimmauld Place to wake in the mornings, usually a few minutes after Molly, who was an early riser from getting up in the mornings to prepare breakfast for her massive brood and husband, had.

So when he woke up a half-hour earlier than normal, at 6 A.M., he didn't think anything of it at first, especially since, and he hated to admit it, he had no idea what his godson's habits were. And even less about Bellatrix's.

But when he stepped into the kitchen to see it cleaner than Molly had been able to accomplish, with Harry and Bellatrix (who were wearing matching black and violet colors) being served an actual edible (and mouthwatering) breakfast by Kreacher, who had glowered and complained and been a general pain-in-the-arse, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Morning Sirius," Harry greeted, smiling and not showing any of the ferocity or anger he had last night.

"Err...Morning," he said. "Did you two sleep well.

Bellatrix smirked. "I guess the silencing charms worked then. I was pretty loud after-all."

Harry snorted. "Pretty loud? My dear, you have a habit of making a dragon's roar sound like a whisper."

"I don't remember you being all that quiet either dear husband," the witch countered.

"I never claimed to be."

The two went back to their breakfast and Sirius stood there eyes wide, wondering if he they were saying what he thought they were saying.

Bellatrix, apparently noticing Sirius stunned face, rolled her eyes. "Don't be so surprised cousin, we told you we were married last night. What did you think, we just cuddled together and kissed chastely."

"Ignore her Padfoot, as I'm sure you already know, my wife enjoys winding people up. Would you like some breakfast?"

"Uhh...Sure." Sirius sat down at the table. "It's not poisoned is it?" he asked jokingly.

"We have no reason to poison you...do we?" Harry asked his wife.

Bellatrix shrugged. "Actually, as the eldest female of the direct Black line, if Sirius dies, I would inherit Grimmauld Place, unless he has a will. Of course, I would assume that since he has no kids and you're his godson, if he does, you're probably named heir. So killing him would probably give us a house, a library, and a nice chunk of gold." She took a bite of her food.

Harry turned back to Sirius. "in that case, maybe," he said with a grin. "Kreacher!"

"Yes Master Le Fey," Kreacher said respectfully.

"Give Sirius some food."

The elf glowered a bit and glared at his, technical, master. "Of course Sir. Does master wish Kreacher to lace the food with poison?" he asked with hope.

"Ask Bella?" Harry said, returning to his own meal.

Before Kreacher could ask, Bellatrix replied. "No. Sirius is too valuable to kill, for the moment at least."

The elf glowered but soon a plate of hot, and most importantly edible, food sat in front of Sirius. Though with the way his joking remark had turned out, he still wasn't to sure about eating it. Hesitantly, he scooped up a bit of scrambled eggs with his spoon and brought them to his mouth.

The taste of the excellent food was enough to dissuade him of any hesitancy to eat.

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Soon the rest of the Order had trickled into the kitchen for breakfast.

Mrs. Weasley wasn't to happy that the kitchen had been disturbed, or the fact that Kreacher only cooked for Harry, Bellatrix, and, albeit reluctantly and only because he hadn't already cleaned up, Sirius.

As soon as plates were cleared, the children, minus Harry and Bellatrix were escorted out of the kitchen.

Dumbledore, sitting at the head of the table, said, "Now Harry, Bellatrix, I believe we were promised an explanation"

Bellatrix grinned. "I don't recall promising anything, just saying you'd get an explanation"

"And it'll be a bare one at that," Harry added. "Basically, Bellatrix and I were pulled back in time, where we lived, studied, and fought for thirty years. During this time, we discovered feelings for each other and married."

"When where you pulled to?" Albus asked. "And what did you learn?"

Bellatrix grinned. "Before Hogwarts. And a lot," she answered.

Harry and Bellatrix stood up. "Now if you don't mind, we have work to do," Harry said as the two began to make their way to the door.

"Harry," Sirius said, stopping the duo. "That's not much of an explanation. At least tell us who you learned from."

The younger, physically, man grinned. "Look at the tapestry. I'm sure the answer is obvious."

"Where are you going?" Minerva asked.

The two grinned.

"Home," Harry supplied.

Bellatrix's grin was downright feral. "We have some fall cleaning to do."

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