(A/N) Hey all! I'm in the biggest shit right now- leaving my homework until the last minute seems to be worse than 'accidentally' dropping a liquid stinkbomb into my dads deodorant, needless to say he stank for the rest of the day.

Wow pretty quick update... perhaps the previous chapter was the root of me not writing much... I can only speculate. You guys are in luck :)

To The Hermit,

If you were married at fourteen would you want to be talked about constantly? Saying 'I'm dating' rather than 'I'm married' will keep a lot of people off their backs and asking questions.

I don't think looking after someone who has been punched in the face is inappropriate, in fact it is rather natural to some people. Being punched by a fifteen-year-old boy when you happen to be a girl, probably isn't easy (no offense to the fairer sex, but boys are generally stronger) so they will look for comfort.

On with the next chapter...

Harry climbed out of bed minutes after his wife, Hermione, did. His wife, his Hermione. It was a testament to the humour the universe possessed; had someone told him, this time last year, that he would have Hermione Jean Granger as his wife he would've laughed at them.

Girlfriend maybe, but not wife. Still he wasn't complaining. The time he had spent with his newfound group of friends, no matter how short, was pleasant and... boosting?

He had relaxed a lot around people and was beginning to have fun. Harry was positive that the tri-wizard tournament would shape up to be another disaster for him though. He hadn't, yet, managed a normal year.

Battling possessed professors in first year, slaying Basilisks in second year and fighting Dementors in third year was unusual experience in a school- to say the least.

Harry showered and dressed in his school robes, bearing the Potter Family crest rather than the Gryffindor House crest. He thought that if he had a pair of these robes Hermione and Daphne would as well, since they were part of his family.

He moved downstairs to be engulfed in a caring hug by his bushy-haired wonder. Damn she smelled good- the vanilla scent set his senses on fire. He rested his forehead against hers and nuzzled her cute, little button nose.

Daphne, Tracey, Neville and Susan looked on smiling as they saw the closeness and love Harry and Hermione shared.

Neville's stomach rumbled. He laughed. "I guess it's time for breakfast then?" The other in the group chuckled and followed him out the door.

"I had a good read last night." Hermione murmured to Harry, who was walking beside her; holding her hand.

Harry gave a small snort. "I bet you did, beautiful. You can carry on reading it later though." She gave a mock-pout; what gave her away were her sparkling brown eyes that he loved so much. The young couple began hearing snippets of their friends' conversation.

"I bet Ron is gonna blow a nut." Tracey said, confidently.

"Gonna blow a nut? More like a galleon." Neville laughed.

"Nah, I reckon he's going to lay an egg." Daphne put in.

Harry and Hermione laughed at their friends' banter. "I love your eyes, Hermione." Harry said quietly.

Startled by the heart-warming comment, she asked. "Why?" -Grace and elegance were not included in the writing of that question.

Harry went on to detail how her eyes glowed when they read something new, how they became alight during her reading. He detailed how her eyes sparkled with happiness whenever she found something new or when she got something she wanted. The sparkling brown depths that he could drown in, just by looking at them.

Hermione was overwhelmed with a loved feeling conjured by his sweet words- the other in their group made puking motions at the sappy lines.

The group began to eat breakfast at the Great Hall, uninterrupted for a time- of course it going to last.

Draco Malfoy was not a happy person. Not in the slightest. Potter and his band of blood traitors and mudbloods had stripped he and his Family's wealth and housing. He had lost everything.

With his father becoming sought after by the Aurors it was only a matter of time before Slytherin house slipped from his grasp and began doing what they wanted not what he wanted.

What could he do to keep the control that was slipping from his grasp? Not much. With the majority of Slytherin only listening to him because his godfather worked here and the power and wealth his father had at his disposal.

With Snape keeping them in Draco's line, they had little choice but to agree to follow Draco; either that or they get endless detentions with an arse-y professor.

Well it had gone to shits when he received the letter from his esteemed parent that they had no money and no home and that he, Lucius, was wife-less.

Slytherin house had rejoiced when Snape was thrown out- or at least some of them did and began making friends with the other houses immediately, though somewhat hesitantly. They were hesitant due to their houses bad reputation- a reputation they were desperate to rekindle and change it into a good one.

Draco arrived in the Great Hall and spied Potter and friends cracking up at a random joke. It infuriated him that Greengrass, his Greengrass, his bitch was friends with Potter.

Strutting up to them maybe wasn't the best idea, but since when has anyone accused a Malfoy of having a brain? "Alright, Potter? Enjoying the blood traitors and mudbloods company?"

Potter slowly turned to look at Draco. "Yeah, I am enjoying company, thanks for asking." Before turning away and going back to his chat.

Draco was stunned; he had expected Potter to blow a nut loose and attack him. He tried a different route. "Has mudblood Granger allowed you into her room yet?"

Potter turned again, irritation flashing in his piercing green eyes. "No. And before you open your mouth again, I suggest you leave. My friends aren't quite as calm." Potter motioned towards an angry Longbottom, a furious Davies and Greengrass looked like she was restraining herself from slapping the crap out of Malfoy.

"Hey Greengrass, when are you going to give me the time of day?" Draco sneered. Inwardly wincing he could imagine what was coming next.

"Never, and I'm not a Greengrass any more." Daphne said, giving Malfoy a cold stare; her blue eyes switching from the warm, kind ones to the cold and unforgiving.

Malfoy became confused before realisation dawned on him. "Which Family would take you in? What with you bitchy attitude and all." Draco drawled.

"That would be mine," Harry replied, coldy- he was beginning to get angry. "Now this is your last chance; leave or be forced to."

"I'm not going anywhere Potter, you can't make me."

Harry raised an eyebrow and had a questioning look. Clearly Malfoy genetics state 'crap memory' otherwise ickle drakykins would remember his godfather being thrown out.

"Hogwarts please remove Draco Malfoy from our table and place him at Slytherin House table, where he should be." Harry said in a bored tone.

Draco was lifted into the air and unceremoniously dropped onto the table much to the amusement and annoyance of Slytherin table, Draco earned a face-full of porridge- needless to say no-one went near the porridge for the rest of the meal.

Sirius stood outside the broken down cottage that had housed his best friends and their son. If only I hadn't changed secret-keeper, Sirius thought.

He walked down the path to enter the house, noticing the splinter and loose bits of wood from the blasted-in door.

Sirius was on a mission. He had resolved to do anything and everything that Lily's portrait and James's portrait asked of him, he owed them for his failure.

Sirius moved inside. Nothing had changed in almost fifteen years. He looked around the hallway and spotted himself, Remus, James and Lil's all playing with a tiny Harry. He smiled happily at the memory, noting that Peter was not there.

He moved into the kitchen and found a wand on the table; Lily's wand. The magic it held, surrounded it guarding it from decay. He picked it up and a warmth spread through his hand; almost as if Lily's wand recognised him.

He placed it in his pocket for some unknown reason.

He used cleaning spells all over the dust and dirt that had inevitably gathered, and went upstairs to find Lily's ring.

He moved into Harry's room to find a dark cloak on the ground, a slight mess of cuddly toys and a blood stain on the cot where Harry used to sleep.

He changed into Padfoot and did his business on Voldemort's robes, before swapping back into his human form before gagging at the smell.

He hated this, but he had promised. He moved the toys and gently prodded around the area until he found Lily's ring. It was gold with a simple 'I love you' diamond words -undoubtedly James.

He pried it off the ground and began to leave, leaving the house to it's peaceful slumber.

Harry left the breakfast table with Hermione holding his hand. Harry was intending to make sure his vote on the Wizengamot wasn't being used by Dumbledore.

He remembered his godfather had a cousin, Narcissa, who, until recently, was in an arranged marriage with Lucius Malfoy- something he wouldn't wish for any soul except a couple. Ronald, Ginerva and Molly to name a couple- maybe Pettigrew as well.

Narcissa Black. Harry knew that he was too young to take his seat on the Wizengamot; having a representative take his place until he reached seventeen was advisable, otherwise someone like Dumbledore was bound to use the Potter Family vote to his or her own ends.

He decided that if Sirius could trust Narcissa so could he, which was the reason he was going to see Hedwig and mail her to see if she would accept being his representative for the time being.

He hoped she would, if not then perhaps Sirius- if he could grow up. Knowing the old Marauder he would probably prank the members of the Wizengamot into submission if he didn't get what he wanted.

They made their way to the owlery, hand in hand. Hermione pressed against Harry's side as they held hands. Hermione noted the calm, empty corridor. "This is nice. You, me and no-one to interrupt." She tugged on his hand, moving towards an alcove.

Once there, Hermione twisted around. She wrapped her arms round Harry's neck and tugged him closer, tilting her head. His lips met hers in a caressing kiss, inflaming her senses. Hermione tugged harder on Harry's ever-messy hair, wanting more; deepening the kiss.

It came as a major suprise to Harry, he didn't think she was one for showing so much affection- a thought that was being rapidly revised. He gasped in suprise when he felt her tongue press, tentatively, against his lips.

Hermione pushed forward, enjoying it immensely and sure that Harry was feeling the same way. She felt his arm around her waist and the other wrapped, gently, in her soft, light brown hair. Both of them lost in their passionate kiss.

Hermione broke away after a minute. Her lips slightly swollen and her hair tossled. She looked at Harry and saw he was in the same condition, Hermione commented. "Again soon?"

Harry could only nod dumbly, still quite overwhelmed. Hermione giggled at his dazed look. "C'mon you, we need to mail Padfoot's cousin." Again Harry nodded, she took his hand and dragged him to the owlery.

At their arrival, Hermione conjured parchment and a quill before handing them to Harry, who gave a grateful smile to her.

He began writing.

To Narcissa Black,

Hello! I'm Harry Potter. I am your cousin; Sirius Black's, godson and was hoping to ask you for a favour. The decision is completely up to you and my only other choice is Sirius, who would not be suitable for the job.

I'm basing this on his trusting you, so don't waste it.

Okay, so enough of keeping it from you. I want you as my representative on the Wizengamot, until I reach seventeen- do you see why Sirius wouldn't be suitable?

I hope you accept, I'll need to talk to you about it before-hand if you consider accepting,

Harry and Hermione

Harry finished it and handed it to Hermione, for her approval. She read and re-read the letter. "It's short but it does get the the point, let's send it off."

"Hedwig!" Harry called in a soft voice. His beautiful, angelic-white owl flew down to his outstretched arm. He began scratching her fluffy chest, getting an affectionate nip on the finger in respone. "I'm sorry for not seeing you sooner, girl. I've been rather busy, but I promise I'll try to see you more often. Can you take this letter for me please?"

Hermione handed Harry the letter back, who awkwardly tied it to Hedwigs leg. He placed notice-me-not charm keyed to certain manipulative old men and anyone else Harry could tink of that would be interested in his mail.

He let his owl go out the window and watched her fly off, with his arm round Hermione's waist.

Amelia sat at her desk, tired. She had worked until one in the morning, and had five hours sleep before coming back. The auror trainees had increased dramatically and the flood of volunteers was straining her budget.

She literally had a small wizard army at her hands. Just above one-hundred and fifty aurors and trainees were available.

Under Harry's recommendation, from a couple of weeks ago, she had authorised lethal force should it be necessary.

Many aurors had been relieved; stunners were not useful in their opinion, a simple waking spell would rouse the stunned and continue to fight- a person lacking an arm or leg would be slightly more hesitant to re-join the fighting.

So they were in for training. Dummies had been brought in, animated to dodge- to increase accuracy and were being torn to shreds. Cutting curses, exploding hexes and reducto's were being thrown around the room.

Amelia would need to talk to Sirius and Harry for some money to help her dwindling budget, she considered using her own money as well; but Harry would probably insist on using his- he had too much anyway. She got up from her desk to owl them.

Albus I've-got-so-many-name's-it's-hard-to-remember-them-all Dumbledore walked into Gringotts, ready for his appointment with Thumper. He knew the goblin would be furious with him for going back on his word, but a quick loyalty and compulsion charm should deal with that.

If he was found he would be in the biggest amount of dragon shit in his life- could he take that risk? He could pull a few strings in the Wizengamot and use the Potter vote against him- but that may not work with Potter's emancipation; the boy would have elected a representative for himself.

Albus walked through the door to be met with the usual sight of goblins scurrying this way and that way. He walked up to a tense and uncomfortable-looking Thumper. "Mr. Goblin!" Dumbledore announced cheerfully. "May your enemies burn." Dumbledore cringed inwardly at the greeting, having never been a fan of killing.

The goblin nodded respectfully. "Thank you, Mr. Dumbledore."

Albus leaned forward. "I have a need for you, if you are free."

The goblin nodded slowly and led the way to a conference room.

Remus Lupin, Werewolf, Marauder and Harry Potters pesudo-uncle had hit a stump. Last night none other than Albus Dumbledore had met with him and told him, in simplier words than used, that Remus was to spy on Harry.

He handn't given an answer. His loyalty was divided almost down the middle for James, Lily and Harry, or Dumbledore.

A friendship that lasted a decade before it ended with death wasn't taken lightly. James and Lily had loved him, treated him as a brother and had said so on more than many occasions. He owed them for their friendship and not running away when they found out about him, instead becoming illegal animagus's for him.

Yes, he owed them a lot for keeping him sane during those full-moon's.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, had helped him get into this school and return later as a teacher despite his affliction. Aside from that he owed Dumbledore nothing.

In the end he decided that the answer wasn't a hard one.

The people at The Daily Prophet were having a field day. So much to write! Sirius Orion Black was not the reason the Potter's were dead, rather the person try awarded an Order of Merlin 1st class- Peter Pettigrew. The fact the man, who until recently was thought dead, was alive was astounding.

Next on the list was the raid on Malfoy Manor formerly, and now once again, Black Mansion. The Malfoy's were a prominent pureblood family, with their Head of House pleading imperious curse. The sheer amount of dark artefacts that had been located and found in their house, the items had spoken louder than words. Clearly the Malfoy family was attached to dark items.

Then there was Black again. He had beaten Mr. Malfoy with a type of muggle fighting which involved fists. Malfoy had ended up on the floor sporting multiple bruises and was out cold. To add to the Malfoy embarrassment, Sirius Black had taken in two girls whom he had apparently found in Malfoy's basement.

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black had her unwanted marriage annulled by Lord Black, and was set to have an interview with The Daily Prophet over the annulment and her feelings about the marriage.

They'd have to owl her later to make sure the arrangement was still open.

(A/N) I want to make a few things clear. Dumbledore is not evil in this story- just manipulative and greedy. Harry is powerful but not god-like, not by a long shot- but that's later on.

Snape hasn't quite decided Snape's alignment yet.

ALSO
Hermione's ring, when she gets it, won't be Lily's ring because Lily's ring has something to do. - any guesses?

Any Harry/Daphne shippers will be glad to know I'm finishing the third chapter to that story- bear in mind that it is shorter than this story each chapter has 1.5k to 2.5k words. I won't upload it until I have 5 – 10 chapters done.

Any star wars fans? Meh, I will be uploading my own story soon (for star wars it's pretty good- but you have to have played KotOR 1 ), and will be uploading it soon. - I have just over 16k words at the moment, I think it will end up having about 20k words per chapter. - and about 3 or 4 chapters.

Read for enjoyment, review for the story to continue,

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