Back At Grimmauld Place

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They are the property of JK rowling. I only own the new OC's which appear in the following chapters.

First thing Harry saw was quite a large amount of bushy brown hair bound towards him. He felt squashed as Hermione hugged him.

'Hi Hermione.' Harry said though he was finding it a bit hard to breathe.

'You smell funny Harry. Like whiskey or something. Ron is upstairs. Mrs Weasley was just getting a snack ready for you. She said you'd probably be starving. Oh Harry, I have brilliant news. Loads of people from school are here. All their families!' Hermione paused for a breath here, 'Hi Sirius, hi Remus.'

'Hello Hermione, everyone in the kitchen? The Order members?'

'Yea, all waiting for you.'

Sirius and Lupin headed straight for the kitchen. Saying goodbye to Harry, also with Sirius adding he'll see Harry down in the kitchen in about an hour.

'Late meeting.' Hermione explained hurriedly, as she lead Harry upstairs to his old room. He noticed there were new shiny numbers on all the doors. This is where Hermione explained about all the new families. There were so many rooms in the house; the place could basically be used as a hotel. Harry's bedroom was a bit more crowded than what he remembered. There were now five beds, each with a trunk at the end, except for his one. In the room were Ron, Dean, Seamus, Neville and Ginny. Dean and Ginny both squashed up on the same bed. Ron jumped up and immediately helped Harry drag his trunk to the bottom of his bed. Hermione was beaming. She obviously found this union of students quite remarkable.

'Oh Harry there is so much going on.'

'Yea mate, its all pretty exciting. A lot of wizarding families are using this house to keep their families safe. You know all the families that are in the Order. No new ones have joined. Some people are living here but aren't in the Order, like Seamus' mum.' Ron informed him.

'Isn't it a bit risky for them to live here without being part of the Order?'

'No, they just don't want to be part of the Order, but they're not going to betray us. Its just, You-Know- Who is looking for Order members, living here, they'll be safe but they won't be sought after.' Hermione said.

'Guess what else mate,' Ron said loudly, ' Sirius… He's got more relatives…Good ones apparently. Can you believe that?'

'What?'

'Yea, He has two nieces and a nephew… They're hardly Regulus' children are they?'

'Can't be, I saw on that tapestry that he didn't have any children. Though I didn't notice another sibling of Sirius'… When did you see them anyway?' Harry became curious.

'Just there after Sirius left to get you. They came alone, no mother or father. Wonder what's going on. Mum just introduced them to everyone. Strange thing is, the youngest two looked kinda foreign. But the oldest one didn't look like that.'

'How come Sirius never mentioned them to me?' Harry now felt slightly hurt. His Godfather never mentioned he had more family, even last year when they were talking about his brother; he never mentioned the fact that his brother had children.

'They mightn't have been on the tapestry Harry because none of the family were left to write it in. It hardly just automatically happens does it?'

Harry just shrugged. He didn't know what to make of it. But he was sure that Hermione was right. It seemed the most logical explanation.

'Well, where are they now?'

'Well, they were given rooms, don't know where. I think they each got a separate room-'

'What? A room each?' Dean asked indignantly, 'But we all have to share. What makes them so special?'

'There is only one girls dorm and one boys dorm and they hold five people each. So, they may as well have separate rooms, seeing as the dorms are already full.'

'Here, see this.' Ginny showed Harry a newspaper. At first he thought it was the Daily Prophet but then he realised he couldn't actually read it… He scanned over the writing, trying to figure out what language it was. It definitely wasn't French, or German. He knew that for sure, he was able to speak both those languages… He thought aloud to the group, suggesting it could possibly be Spanish or Portugeuse.

'Hmm. That's what I said too.' Hermione mumbled, looking over Harrys shoulder.

On the front cover was a large picture of a girl. The picture had been taken at night and she was standing outside a large brick building, or wall. Harry wasn't sure. There was something about the picture that gave the impression that whoever this relation of Sirius' was, she was a tad bit wild. Her long blonde hair was messy, the wind was blowing it to her left. In her left hand was what Harry believed to be a paper coffee cup, like the ones you get in Cafés. Every so often, one of her fingerless gloved hands would be lifted up to her face to give Harry the finger, then she would resume drinking the contents of her coffee cup.

Harry could not read the article at all. He couldn't even make out names of people, unsure of whether it was a word or a name. There were other smaller pictures. One the particularly struck Harry was the last one. Ron told him that was her sister. And Ron had been right, they looked nothing alike, the youngest looked so foreign, yet the oldest didn't. They were at a fancy party, or perhaps a wedding. Their hair and make-up had been done to perfection and they had long flowy gowns. Whoever this girl was to Sirius, she was clearly famous wherever she came from.

Harry greatly enjoyed the time they spent catching up. Harry, Ron and Hermione found it difficult to get a room to themselves to talk. Now that each of the bedrooms was inhabited, they took refuge in a stairwell on the top floor. Sitting down, leaning their backs against the cold wall, they began to discuss what was happening in the dining room below, which eventually, somehow, led to a talk about Ginny. Ginny and her boyfriend, Dean.

'He just really pisses me off. Wish he didn't have to stay with us. Stupid Seamus had to bring him along. He's a muggle born, see.' Ron added when Harry looked utterly confused.

'Maybe there'll be enough rooms for the two of them to share one.'

'Nope mate, already asked. At least I'll be able to keep an eye on them here… And you'll keep and eye on them in the girls dorm, yea Hermione?'

'Yes Ron.' Hermione rolled her eyes. Clearly uncaring to the Dean and Ginny situation.

After an hour had passed up in the deserted stairwell, the trio heard Mrs Weasley call from the dining room door. Harry honestly wasn't sure how Mr Weasley was going to cope with all this cooking. She had all the Order members who usually stayed for dinner, in addition to all the extra teenagers and their parents. On entering the large dining area, Harry spotted Sirius sitting beside a small blonde girl whom he had just been looking at in the foreign newspaper. He took a seat next to Sirius, with Ron and Hermione just opposite him. Lorena was a very short girl, but very pretty. She had extremely long blonde hair, which she let hang in forlorn waves. Her eyes were painted black and she had a number of facial piercings, just like Harry. She had two in her lip and one in her nose, and a large amount of piercings decorated her ears. Her clothes were some of the most unusual Harry had every seen. She was wearing a large baggy jumper, with red and black stripes. One side hung over her shoulder, revealing what may have been a black bra strap. She was wearing a tiny denim skirt and on her feet she had a pair of very old, blue converse. The remainder of the Order members were in the process of standing up to leave, or head up to their rooms upstairs.

'Wotcher Harry.' Tonks said as she pushed back her chair and knocked it on the floor with a heavy thud. 'Whoops… How was the flight over? A lot shorter than Lorena's here.' Tonks gave a chuckle.

'You sleeping upstairs Tonks?' Sirius asked.

'Yup.' And for some reason she blushed as she headed out the door.

'Yea…' Sirius absentmindedly said to himself, shaking his head, watching Tonks leave, as if knowing what she was about to do once she got up to her room, 'Lorena here, my niece, she flew from Spain… Had to make three stops. Must've been cold.'

'Well, it got cold as soon as we passed over France. Of course, it rained.' Lorena said this with such a perfect English accent and looked up at Sirius with a pout to suggest it was his fault for the bad English weather.

'Wait, hold on one second.' Ron said rather loudly, 'A niece from Spain… With an English accent and blonde hair? Am I missing something?'

'Ron, don't be so rude.' Hermione whispered, nudging Ron in the ribs.

'What? I'm just asking a logical question.'

'Yea, I suppose I should explain this. I should have explained this years ago to you Harry… But…' Sirius just broke off.

'Ron maybe we should go.' Hermione stated getting up, 'I'm sure everyone is still in your room. Lets go back up there.'

Ron looked rather unhappy at the Lorena girl but accepted Hermione's decision.

'So…' Sirius said running his fingers through his long hair, ' I suppose it starts with my sister-'

'You had a sister? But the tapestry up there never said you had a sister?'

Sirius looked at Harry confused, 'Yes it does, just after Regulus, it says Sophie. Maybe you just didn't notice it. But its there all right. And I suppose the reason I never told you was I felt guilty. My family were completely… er, well they all went to Slytherin. My sister and me didn't. She was the youngest and always copied me. We were really close you know. She died while I was in Azkaban so I didn't get to go to her funeral…. Anyway, she made our parents proud eventually by marrying a pureblood, from Spain. Notoriously dark wizards. Supported Grindewald back in the day.' Harry glanced at Lorena to see her roll her eyes at the mention of her Spanish family, 'Had three children, one whom I met, Lorena, born just five months after you, then for her two other children, I was in Azkaban…'

'And why did you feel guilty exactly?' Harry asked.

'Well, I should have stopped it. We just lost contact, and I never bothered to help. I mean, I knew that families past and I couldn't even do anything to stop it.' Sirius ran his hand through his hair again. Tormented by the past. Thinking of his sisters death, of Lily and James. Everyone he loved. It obviously wasn't very fair on him.

'I mean, I chose my friends over my family.'

Harry knew what this meant.

'Don't get me wrong Harry, I loved being with you, Lily and James, but I should have made time for other stuff. I suppose, I Just didn't see that my sister was under threat from her husband.'

Lorena cleared her throat and smiled at Sirius.

'He's still alive and very much taking care of us you know.'

'Yea I know,' Sirius said bitterly. 'But I hate that son of a bitch.'

'Me too.'

'Well, you're more of a Black than one of them anyway Lorena.' Sirius smiled down at her.

'Thanks.' She replied and cheekily added, 'Is being a Black better?'

Sirius chuckled. And slumped back in his chair, smiling at the opposite wall.

'Well, I really have to be off to bed. Haven't slept in hours. Night.' And with that Lorena left the room. Harry still didn't know what exactly to think. He had this news just thrown at him today, and he still wasn't sure how he was going to take it. Why would his Godfather lie? He did make a very good argument why. But it did make Harry feel slightly guilty for taking Sirius away from his family. Is that what Sirius wanted? To actually make him feel guilty? With that thought, Harry raised himself from his seat, without saying goodnight and walked up to his bedroom. He wasn't in the mood for someone trying to explain their actions to him. No matter how justified his Godfather was in making him feel like shit, he definitely wasn't in the mood for it tonight. Leaving the sandwich Mrs Weasley prepared for him beside Sirius, he was finally, just glad to be out of there and be able to go to sleep again.

Sirius sat alone in the growing darkness.