(A/N) Hey all, how is everyone? Good I hope...

I'll be starting a smaller Harry/Daphne and a Harry/ Hermione story soon, but it'll only be 1.5k-3k words per chapter so I can focus on this one as well.

Everything will slow down because I'll be going back to school and really don't wanna muck up a chance to get good grades + I haven't done the over-the-holiday homework and believe me I've got a lot.

I'm sorry for not updating sooner, the computer decided to go on vacation (it didn't work) so I couldn't update. It was kinda frustrating not being able to update.

Wow over 300 reviews and it hasn't been 2 months yet! Wow! Thanks so much all of you!

On with the next chapter...

Amelia arrived at Potter Manor via floo, glad for an excuse to get away from her stuffy office; she had always preferred field work.

Coughing and spluttering she stumbled out of the overly-large fireplace and began to fall over as per usual, fortunately Sirius had been expecting such and occurance and caught her in his well-defined, but lean, arms. "Hey Am, enjoying yourself? Or did you mean to fall so I could catch you?" Sirius grinned, she blushed like a school girl.

Anne and Jenny sat and watched the new addition to the mansion warily, but figured Sirius would never bring someone in who would harm them. Amelia brushed herself off, vanished the ashes and removed herself from Sirius's arms.

She kicked him in the shin, slightly hard, so he pretended it broke his leg and began rolling on the ground holding his leg moaning in mock-agony. Jenny, Anne and Amelia began laughing at Sirius.

He got up after a few seconds and sat back down with the twins. Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Sirius, why have you got two girls here?"

Smiles and laughter vanished. "Earlier I cancelled the marriage contract between my cousin, Narcissa Black, and Lucius Malfoy. I took control over the Black Family estates, notably the dubbed 'Malfoy Manor'; during these enlightening conversations my cousin informed my that Lucy has been hurting these two," he indicated the two, now upset-looking, twins. "and was a sucker for Dark Arts objects."

Amelia frowned. "So he did that to them?" Sirius nodded, causing Amelia's temper to rise; though it was directed at Mr. Malfoy, who was going to be tried for assault and murder. If she could get her hands on him. "I assume you have collected evidence?" Again Sirius nodded. "Good, then we can start the process of getting rid of him. I'll inform the goblins to freeze his account."

Sirius got up, gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek then sat back down, as she returned to the fireplace and went to finish her work hours, with Anne and Jenny. Jenny looked at him. "Me and Anne are going to bed, okay?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah, sure." Sirius replied distractedly. "I'm sure you're day wasn't the best and that you're probably tired. If you need anything, and I mean anything I'm in the bedroom opposite your shared one. Okay?"

Anne hugged him. "Thanks very much Sirius."

He wrapped her in a firm embrace. "It's fine, don't worry about anything; go catch up on your sleep." He thought of something he would need to warn them. "If you see a big black dog walking around it's me." Jenny looked confused.

"You're telling us that you can turn into an animal?" Anne asked, unbelieving. Well that was until Sirius jumped off the couch and transformed into the large, black Irish wolfhound. Jenny, who was a sucker for dogs, 'awwed' and sat down beside the dog and hugged its shaggy head. Padfoot snuffled and sniffed, occasionally poking his wet nose against her neck; making Jenny cringe at the cold and laughed. Anne grinned and asked. "Sirius, can you understand us?"

The dog, with it's gray eyes, watched her and nodded. Then poked Jenny again with it's cold, wet nose. Jenny shivered and tapped him firmly on the nose. "Bad dog!" She exclaimed. Snuffles whimpered, Jenny couldn't resist the dog so she began petting its soft fur again.

Anne tilted her head to the side slightly. "Sirius, can you do the puppy eyes?"

The dog rolled its eyes, sat down and stared up at her with big, innocent, gray eyes and began whining pitifully. Anne laughed, got down on her knees and said. "Lie down, boy." The dog followed her instructions, earning himself a belly-rub. It made the dog loll out his tongue and pant; dammit this was good.

"I'm going to bed." Jenny commented, getting up and walking upstairs.

The dog changed back into a man; Anne jumped back, in mid-scratch. He was on the floor in front of her shivering from the belly-rub that he had thoroughly enjoyed. "Thanks for that Anne, you have no idea how hard it is to get a good scratch." He barked his unique laugh and climbed back to his feet, before helping her up and carrying on. "Go on, bed you. Tomorrow we'll have some fun."

She smiled and went to bed.

Sirius sat there thinking these two were very strong; both had shown little outward emotion since the rescue. But it wasn't good to bottle up these sort of things; it was dangerous and could cause serious problems, he'd have coax it out've them later despite his reluctance to make them relive it.

He expected a visit during the night; they'd probably have nightmares.

Severus Snape sat in Spinners End, contemplating the crap that was life. The doorbell rang and Severus went to answer it and, as expected, Lucius Malfoy was standing there. What was not expected was the pale face was now black and blue with bruises.

"What the hell happened to you?" Snape asked, malice in his voice.

Lucius grumbled, annoyed. "That pig-headed Black, that's what. Sirius Black recently found out, or I assume he did, that I haven't been paying the rental bills for the use of the Manor." He looked infuriated. "He found the two muggle girls that I was using for fun, rescued them and beat me up in the middle of Diagon Alley."

Severus chuckled at his friends predicament. "What happened to you? Why aren't you at Hogwarts getting information?" Lucius asked, blowing Snape's laughter and silently enjoying the anger on Snapes face.

Severus Snape looked apocalyptic. "The Potter brat. He waltzed in with his bitch, Granger, and bit into the headmaster. I had to play the part in defending Dumbledore, unfortunately it cost me my spot in Hogwarts. The brat thinks he is the Heir to Hogwarts and is related to Merlin." Snape sneered.

Lucius sighed. "He is, I checked the Potter lines. I traced them back to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw and every decent pureblood knows the Founders were related to Merlin." Snape looked gobsmacked. "And because of their marriage, I can assume that they share a soul-bond because people don't get married at the age of fourteen." Snape clenched his jaw. "They can share the others power, how much they know of this I do not know." He finished.

Harry nodded to himself as the two older women cringed. The two were becoming more and more angry with Albus Dumbledore; Hermione was already angry with the old prat.

Neville was shyly enraged at the fact his new friend had been beaten, not only that the boy had saved the school multiple times, only to have to go back to his relatives.

Susan, to begin with, had been admiring Harry's abdominal muscles; envying Hermione, but then so was every girl in Hogwarts. When he had turned around she had immediately felt sorry for him and wished she could've done something; but knew she hadn't had any knowledge of his home problems, since he was usually quiet.

"It's alright Harry." Hermione whispered, hoping her voice didn't crack. "Look at me please." He turned to see her tearing up, and quickly rushed to embrace her to make sure she didn't fall into tears. This, however, caused the four others to get another good look at Harry's back.

They were all sickened. "I'm going to kill them." An enraged Transfiguration professor murmured menacingly.

"You'll have to wait your turn, I'm at the top of the list." Hermione replied, angry and sad at the same time. Harry shook his head and brought his lips to hers again, calming her down and making her relax before she began to respond.

"Don't," He said gently when they broke. "They're gone from my life, you and our friends are here now." He stroked her hair and rubbed her lower back, slowly going in circles.

"Dobby!" Hermione called. The elf popped into existence making her idly wonder where he went shen he wasn't needed. Harry put his... armour? On, and got ready to leave.

"Yes, miss 'Mione?" The elf asked excitedly.

"Take Harry and me to our friends." She looked at Neville and Susan. "You two know where to find us, don't tell anyone where we are either." Both nodded and made their way out of the hospital wing. Harry and his wife took Dobby's hands and with a crack they landed on the seventh floor, in front of the Room of Requirement.

Their wish opened the door to Daphne and Tracey, who noticed them enter. Daphne rushed to embrace her new 'brother' while Tracey hugged a not-so-upset Hermione. "You alright, Harry?" Daphne asked softly.

"I'm okay, it's Hermione who is agitated." He hugged her back. "How are you feeling?"

"Great thanks!" Daphne replied enthusiastically. "It's wonderful knowing I'm not going to be pushed into an arranged marriage. When can you speak to my parents?"

"I'll ask Dobby to contact them tomorrow, on behalf of the Potter Family. I'll arrange a talk scheduled for next week and see what I can do." God I hope they haven't gone too far, I would hate to have to talk to wannabe Malfoy's. Harry sighed. "I just hope it isn't too late for your parents and sister."

"Me too, Harry, me too." She nodded, trying to hope and not fall into sadness.

"It's alright, everything will be fine." He sounded optimistic, trying to not let her think about it. Daphne was comfortable in his arms and being pressed against him, she was his family now but couldn't help but want him. She snuggled her head into his shoulder.

Hermione saw Daphne leaning into Harry and her husband looking apologetically at her, silently asking if it was okay. She sighed but nodded her head, she knew he loved her.

Harry watched as the spark left Hermione's eyes so he broke the hug with Daphne, who understood that Hermione still wasn't too happy with her being so close to Harry. Harry stood in front of Hermione, her eyes seemed intent on studying the floor so he placed a hand under her chin and gently lifted; he wasn't going to force her if she didn't want to look at him.

His other hand caressed her cheek, softly going back and forth with the pad of his thumb. "I love you and only you." He kissed her lips softly. "Want to go for a walk?" She nodded, agreeing and going for another kiss which he happily returned. Harry spoke to the group. "Me and Hermione are going out for a walk." The pair cast powerful disillusionment charms on themselves, turning almost completely invisible, and walked out of the room and left to go to the grounds.

They took in the cool night air which was accompanied by a gentle, but cold, breeze. Moving slowly they made their way to the lake, transformed into their wolf forms and began walking around it shoulder to shoulder, nuzzling eachother occasionally.

Sirius laid down in his bed thoroughly tired from his 'hard' day. He lay there wondering what the new day would bring for him, Jenny and Anne. He was suprised they trusted him but wasn't about to push them away, no, he way going to do his best to give them some memories to crush the ones that Lucy-ius gave them.

He would most definitely NOT allow anyone he even suspected of doing them harm anywhere near the two. Anyone on his suspected would be dealt with, no holding back.

Sirius couldn't see, much less understand, why some people were so caught up in their own idiocy and would hurt people like Jenny and Anne; they were both very kind, friendly and easy to get along with. He mentally shrugged; nothing can touch them here. With just under one hundred goblins, a couple hundred house-elves, Sirius was positive no-one would try and hurt them.

Not to mention the wards and himself; he wasn't one to boast anymore but before he was placed in Azkaban he was the only other Marauder, aside James, who could duel the Lord Moldy-shorts and could duel him to a halt; never winning, but never losing. Unlike James, who was a master at transfiguration and dead set on beating the DE's down, Sirius loved making them embarrassed and making sure all embarrassements were caught.

He inwardly chuckled at the last meeting between himself and Moldemort.

Flashback

A 20-year-old Sirius Black was trying his best not to laugh as he hid under Prongsies invisibility cloak, watching ol' snake-face stalk around a familiar house. Damn it the guy was hideous; he'd have to take a picture and animate it into something funny later, this was reasonably 'Sirius' serious.

The Dark Lord walked around the Bones' Family home, moving as silently as the wind he appeared to be a wraith or similar. Sirius had a cracking idea, remembering some decent prank spells he prepared the magical camera and himself; what he was going to do was dangerous but it would be funny.

With a quick flurry of spells he shot out: a silent Levicorpus, a quick bowel-releasing hex and a diffindo – to cut the robes so everyone could see his face. He shot out a boogey-building hex as Voldemort was hoisted into the air by his ankle, Sirius doubled over as shit and piss trickled down the 'most eviliest Darkey Lord's'' robes and his slit-like nose was running. He remembered to transfigure the ground below Voldemort into dung; just so he could see the Dark Lords legs waving around as shit engulfed his head.

The older insanely-white man screamed in rage as he felt his bowels release their contents down his robes and his nose was running, quickly casting a Scourgrify over himself as well cast the counter for the Levicorpus and began looking around for his attacker or in this case; pranker but he landed, head first, with a squelch. Sirus had transfigured the ground under Voldemort into cow dung causing the man to cough with the smell that was surrounding his head before vanishing it.

Unfortunately Sirius had already caught the picture with his camera and had apparated out, planning on sending the picture to the Daily Prophet. He laughed out loud when he arrived at the Ministry, still looking at the photo. Who knew the Darkest of Dark Lords wore black underpants with Grindelwalds mark on them? Funny thing was that you could see his ugly face, when he was in the air, so there was no mistaking who it was.

Sirius had always felt that all you need to do in war is crack a good joke on the bad guy and the population would grow a pair when they realise that anyone can play a joke on Voldemort.

The next day's Daily Prophet would have a screaming Voldemort with shit and piss running down his robes on the front cover, after that a fair few people took to pranking the Death-Eaters. All in all Sirius felt it was a good days work.

End Flashback

Sirius couldn't but chuckle when a knock came at his door. A quick variation of the Revelio spell, showed that Anne was at the door. He turned into Padfoot and barked.

Anne heard Padfoots bark and assumed things were okay to come in, which they were. The teenage girl who was wearing her pjyamas that Sirius had transfigured. She found the big, black dog looking alertly at her. She was in tears, the nightmares of her treatment coming to her. "Sirius," she cried, the dog nodded; it's ears flapping slightly at the motion. "I had the nightmares." She shivered. "Can I stay for a while?"

Again the over-sized mutt nodded and motion her over with it's head. She hesitantly came over to the big bed and crawled under the covers, she felt the dog that was Sirius, join her. She snuggled into its warm body, the fur was soft and perfect to sleep against. But he stank of dog. She grumbled in her head, but felt she could put up with it.

Anne had to put up with doggy-dreaming for the rest of the night which included whining and paw movement.

Claws and Tails returned to the Come and Go room an hour later, panting slightly. What had started out as a gentle walk had turned into a run round the lake and ended with a nuzzling session between the two wolves.

The pair of gray wolves swapped into their human bodies and wished for their 'place to sleep' and entered. The found Daphne asleep on the couch. "It was fun wasn't it Hermione? Do it again soon?" Harry asked, hoping they could; he had really enjoyed the run.

Hermione nodded and playfully countered. "But only if I can read the next page of The Book." Harry grinned, some things never change with Hermione.

"'Course you can, but only if I can call you Herms." He teased. Hermione looked at her husband and narrowed her eyes.

"Call me Herms and my wand will find it's way up your ass and I'll make you clean it." She replied sweetly. Harry made gagging motions. She smiled to herself, two could play the teasing game and she wasn't as uptight as people though she was.

"Let's just go to bed, we can talk about it in the morning." He suggested. Then murmured. "You can read the whole bloody thing; I do not want anybodys wand up my bum." Hermione giggled.

He gave her a lopsided smile that he had found worked wonders with Hermione; he'd have to try it with other girls later. It worked again and she blushed. He placed an arm around her waist, hugging her closely to him, and moved upstairs.

When the couple reached the bedroom they both removed their clothes and put their night-wear on.

Hermione pushed Harry onto the bed and laid down next to him. She moved her head to stare down at him, her chocolate brown eyes showing the love she held for him in them. "I love you, Harry." She whispered.

A smile appeared on his face. "I love you too, babe. More than anything, never forget that." A hand reached up and began stroking her cheek as it always did. He loved the soft skin and she enjoyed the tenderness of his touch as well. Hermione leaned down to kiss her Harry goodnight; it ended up as a five minute passionate kiss.

After the yummy experience she asked. "Babe?"

He looked nervous. "I, uh... umm, well... y'know..." He looked apologetically at her.

"It's fine, Harry but only in private, okay?" She looked rather serious so he agreed.

Severus Snape had a face like a rat's arse, not that many people know what that actually looks like and fewer would want to find out. His day had been awful, but he could think of something to make it better. He could join his true master and serve him or he could find the Mudblood Granger's parents and kill them, or do a Belly-trix and drive them insanse but not kill them.

He gave a hoarse laugh. Belly-trix, perfect name for the crazy bitch he was forced to work with. He could imagine Bellatrix doing 'Belly-trix' for Voldemort before promptly crushing the sickening image.

(A/N) :O there wasn't many reviews last time... pointers as to why? Chapters will be slowing down... I've been putting off my homework BUT when it's done everything will go back to normal.

NOTE

I'm expecting about 14-17 more chapters from this story, just so everyone knows. I'm aiming for 30 chapters, but things could change. After that this story will have a sequal BUT won't be written for a while since I'll be working on my other two stories that I'm planning.

ODD QUESTION

How many people have seen their dog dreaming? Mine used to snuffle, whimper slightly and he used to make running motions. It was funny to watch, but kinda cute at the same time. You don't have to answer it was a joking around thing.

Read for enjoyment, review for the story to continue – the more the merrier,

Dan & Lily

(my girlfriend decided to join me in writing, so you can expect much more lovey-dovey scenes-though I'll talk her out've too many. PROMISE)