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So here we go... Last Chapter.

Chapter 25

Sirius hated the fact that he was back in this place. Back in the prison he had spent most of his teenage years trying to escape with the screaming portrait of his mother in the hall making him wish he was back in Azkaban. No that was an exaggeration. Nothing could make him want to go back there.

But his spirits had been lifted in recent days by the presence of his God son. He looked back at Harry who was asking him questions about his family tree. Then he asked one about his brother. "He got cold feet…. I found out he was killed…." Sirius answered automatically, almost robotically.

After some more cleaning he retreated to his old room which somehow felt more homely than he had expected. Everything was still covered in dust, he did not have the heart to clean it. He couldn't help himself from reminiscing, he wandered over to his drawers, pushing aside broken quills, ink bottles filled with putrid smelling liquid he had used to play pranks on Regulus, letters from girls he had long forgotten about and some old photographs of him and his friends. He pulled up the bottom of the drawer and underneath looked at the hidden papers. Most were letters between his brother and Hannah from when they were in school, he had seen them when he had first came back here. There was also many things he had placed there, including an envelope that he had put there when he had moved back in. It had previously been in a locked box guarded by Dumbledore with some of his other valuable things. Much to his honour Dumbledore had not opened the box even when he thought Sirius worked for the enemy. He opened the envelope and emptied the contents on the dresser. Inside where two photos and a slip of paper, the photo was of a dark haired baby boy smiling and waving his fists at the camera with the name "Sirius" written in ink on the back, the second was of Regulus and him when they were younger, Sirius had his arm round his younger brother and both were grinning, it was the summer before Sirius had left for Hogwarts.

He grabbed the envelope put everything back in it and put it in the drawer, with the contents of the slip of paper memorised he bounded out of the room as a black dog, knowing with all the guests around he wouldn't be missed. A few hours later he reached his destination. He wandered into the garden of a large farm house and up the path. Still as a dog. When he reached the door he turned around and smelled the air. When he decided it was safe he transformed into a human and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a woman Sirius had only met once before who smiled sweetly at him. Her soft features lighting up as she hugged her brother in law. "Sirius!"

Sirius was surprised she remembered and when he expressed that she commented, "How could I forget." He smiled grimly and followed her into the house. "Head on into the living room and I will bring you some tea and cake."

He opened the door of the lounge and saw a teenage boy lying in front of a television laughing. The boy didn't hear him come in over the noise of the tv. Sirius examined his appearance; he was barely older than Harry but was probably taller and had a more muscular build, in fact the boy looked a lot like he had when he was younger. Sirius wondered if he played Quidditch, because he would make a good beater. The boy pushed his hair back, a mannerism that reminded Sirius very strongly of Regulus.

Sirius stood out of the way of the door as Hannah entered with a large tray of banana loaf and a pot of tea. She looked at her son laughing at the television and her quiet brother law simply observing.

"Sirius."

"What?" both responded with Sirius drawing his attention away from his nephew and the boy turning to face his mother.

Hannah laughed, "Wow, this will be confusing!"

"Sirius Darling," she said facing her son, "This is your uncle Sirius, the one you were named after."

The boy stood up and walked over to his uncle and shook his hand, Sirius pulled him into a hug as if they were old friends. The young Sirius responded with a wide smile, showing off his perfect white teeth. "Pleased to meet you at last Uncle,"

"The pleasure is definitely mine kid." The older Sirius responded, joining his nephew on the sofa and helping himself to some cake.

"How is the bakery in London going?"

"Very well, thank you. I have someone managing the ones in London, Manchester and Edinburgh so I can spend most of my time in the tea room I opened up here in the village a few years ago. It is hard being a working mum and it is nice to stay as close to home as possible."

Sirius nodded his head. "Seems you have built quite the empire, And what about you junior? How is school?"

"It is fine, I mean the travel is a bit of a pain but Canada is wonderful fun and the academy lets me spend a lot of time flying,"

"He just made captain of the Quidditch team." Hannah butted in proudly.

"Mum please! It is not a big deal, the other guys aren't all that good yet, but they will be, they are inexperienced right now, whereas I have been playing since I could stand."

"I am allowed to be proud! His coach says he could play professionally once he is finished." She gushed.

"What position do you play?" Sirius asked.

"Beater."

"I knew it" he grinned, "you have a good build for it."

Their conversation continued happily on the topic of Quidditch for a little while longer until the living room door came bursting open and Sirius watched as a dark haired girl with pretty blue eyes threw herself at Hannah. She could have been no more than eight or nine and was wearing a pretty green summer dress and a cardigan. She was followed by another girl who was few years old and the image of Hannah, leaving no doubt in Sirius' mind who these children's mother was.

He looked over at her with a quizzical expression. "Well this was what I was going to tell you before we started on sport. This is Norma" she said point to the younger girl in the green dress and "And Ara" she said indicating the older girl. "Girls this is your uncle Sirius."

"Uncle Sirius?" said a surprised voice from the doorway. Sirius looked up and for the first time in fourteen years he saw his younger brother. He got up and embraced him tightly, remembering how he had rescued him from the hands of the inferi in the cave, the fear he had felt that his brother was going to die because of his injuries and the relief when the next morning when Regulus had woken up. When he pulled back out of the hug he could see that Regulus still had the scars down one side of face where the inferi had cut into him, but otherwise his brother looked healthy and more than a little happy.

"It is about time you came to visit. Where are you staying?" Regulus exclaimed cheerfully.

"London."

"With Remus?"

"No, at Grimmauld Place."

Regulus couldn't hide his surprise, his brother hated the place more than anything. He wanted to ask more questions but thought it was not advisable in front of his children. "Well it is wonderful to see you brother." He turned to his wife "Is that Banana loaf?"

Norma sat on the arm of her mother's chair staring in a rigid position staring intently at her uncle. Ara hovered quietly at her brother's feet. But after about twenty minutes of Regulus, Hannah and both Sirius's doing all the talking Regulus finally turned to his daughters, "Girls, what is wrong with you? Normally I cannot get Norma to be quiet at all and Ara is only marginally less chatty."

After a while Ara started to talk and then Norma, encouraged by her mum and sister asked her uncle question after question. Sirius responded in kind, keen to find out about the nieces he never knew he had, he soon learnt that Ara Melania Black was eleven and just about to start school in Canada at the end of the summer and that Norma Paula Black was eight and played Quidditch better than her brother (or so she claimed).

Sirius stayed late into the night, after his nephew and neices had went to bed. "Well brother, I should take tips off you, being in hiding for however many years with everyone thinking you are dead."

"Hey, you have been doing pretty well. No one is looking for me, although I would say Voldemort would be furious to find out I am still alive but you win the hiding contest, afterall you had every Auror in the country chasing after you a few years ago."

Sirius laughed, Regulus explained how Hannah had told Hogwarts that their children were to go school abroad, Abroad they could hide the fact their father was meant to be dead. He told Sirius how he had helped Hannah set up a factory where they mass produced baked products for supermarkets, which ran by magic in a warehouse built behind their house. A hobby for Regulus, as Nana Melania still gave them more than enough money to live off.

Sirius watched brother smiling lovingly at his wife and admired the photos of the fireplace of a younger Ara grinning as she sat on Regulus's shoulders, of Norma and Sirius junior flying in and out of the frame, another of a pregnant Hannah surrounded by people Sirius assumed was her family at a Christmas tree, and another of Hannah dressed in a lacy white gown while her new husband looked down adoringly. And Sirius couldn't help but conclude that Dumbledore had been right, love was the most powerful thing in the world and it had definitely worked it's magic on his brother.