OMG I am sooooooooo sorry!!!! I didn't mean to sink back into bad habits of not updating!!!!! I'm such a bad author….. :'(

I know you don't want an excuse from me about not update more often, it's just in the last 6-7 months my Great grandmother died and my aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer. I know that I should have updated despite this happening because it has been a while, but I just couldn't. I'm sorry.

Also it would be easier if my dad stops yelling at me about "wasting my time on that stupid website" –git-

-Glares at dad-

Ok, so let's get on with the story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry potter. As much as I would love to, but I don't.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Too this all Harry got was three face's that basically said, "Yes she is a black, but we have no bloody clue how"

"Woah. Information over load. So you're saying that Hermione is in YOUR family? Unbelievable." Harry said in complete shock.

"You're shocked? She is in MY family! Hell she could be my daughter for all I know! How do you think I feel! I lose practically all of me freedom because of the stupid ministry, but gain a daughter. Wow, I need some fire whiskey" Sirius ground out.

So sticking his wand out he summoned a bottle of fire whiskey, which looked quite funny to the rest of the people in the house, just watching a bottle of fire whisky flying out of the kitchen with Mrs. Weasley running after it screaming her head off about people needing to go to alcoholic's anonymous and how it steals your soul.

"Sirius! No drinking!" Madame Pomfrey said looking annoyed at him, because she didn't want to be the one that had to look after him, again, like when he was at school and severely smashed.

Scouring at her, Sirius just took a swig before handing the bottle to Dumbledore, who took one as well before handing it to Harry, who just shrugged and took a swig as well.

After all of the men in the room had, had a swig of fire whiskey, Dumbledore said, "Maybe we should wake Hermione up to discuss our latest discovery." While looking slightly uneasy about what would happen when they did. Mostly because the only person that could make some sort of an accurate prediction about how Hermione would react, was looking slightly on the tipsy side of sober.

"Yes that sounds like a good idea professor, but may I say that we first sober up Harry and Sirius?" Madame Pomfrey said, whilst eyeing the afore mentioned persons carefully, because Harry was swaying on the spot and had a goofy grin on his face and was only managing to stand because Sirius was supporting him.

Reaching into the bag that Madame Pomfrey brought with her, she looked for a sobering potion. All the while whispering a thanks to her niece for giving her a bottomless potion bag for her birthday to complete her duties to the sick and wounded or down right stupid. Snatching the veil up from the bottom of her collection of potions she walked over to Harry and said, "Open up now Harry" and not waiting for Harry to respond she forced open his mouth and tipped the foul smelling concoction down his throat that burned out all of the alcohol from his body, that made him instantly sober up, while coughing and spluttering at the potions horrible taste that reminded him of the polyjuice potion from second year, before she turned to Sirius and doing the same to him, except, he didn't have any problem with downing it in one go because of all the time that he had to take it when he was younger.

Shacking his head and panting like a dog to get the horrible taste out of his mouth, Harry turned to Madame Pomfrey and said, "Could you have made a more horrible tasting potion? Honestly that is worse than the one you gave me after the war!" and so he reached out for the fire whiskey bottle to have a quick drink, Molly Weasley ran into the room and said in a voice that screamed authority, "Put. That. Bottle. DOWN." Scaring the bajeebees out of Harry he dropped the bottle so it hit the ground and smashed into lots of piece's sending the glass flying and whiskey all over the floor boards. At the sound of breaking glass, Hermione shot up in the bed with her wand in hand, and her other hand holding her sore stomach. Now this time because Harry still had some of his reflexes from the war he dived down onto the ground as a spell left Hermione's wand in his direction.

Okay, I'm going to write some more soon, so hopefully I will be able to update within a couple of weeks. But, I have only just gone back to school, so don't hold your breath; getting my cert 1 in Entertainment is very important for me.

Either way thank you for reading this chapter, I really appreciate it. Also I know for a fact that over 400 of you have read the last REAL chapter, but I got bugger all reviews. So as a way to encourage me to update faster and not forget…. Again…. Please review.

Well I think that is all I need to say. BYE

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