A/N: I was worried about this chapter but honestly, I needed a feel-good moment because life sucks. My grandma isn't doing good and I needed a distraction and this was it for me. Foul or fair, this chapter is what it is and I hope you like; but if you don't that's alright.

Chapter Five: Changes upon Changes…

Everything was going good with little Icarus, the name stuck, as Jubilee had brought a bowl of milk, honey and finely chopped meats for the hungry little beast. Apparently Lord Potter had left instructions via Harry who'd wisely given them to the smart one of the group…Jubilee. Hermione had explained that Icarus was a boy because he had horns…there was a joke in there, somewhere, I'm sure.

I was keeping the fact that I could hear the little guy to myself because I was already hearing voices; what was one more? Nope, problem came in Icarus got livid that his other momma couldn't hear him. Should have realize that the wyvern would have imprint upon those he'd seen just coming out of the shell…really should have gotten a book. Promise, I would have read this one.

If I had then I would have known that wyverns, like many dragons, are capable of creature magic. Which is a form of earth magic…which is why I can hear him. Thus how little Icarus stomped his front feet and glared at his 'mommy' and his little bronze eyes glowed brightly. Hermione cried out in pain and grabbed her head; I caught her as she started to fall off the bed. I panicked when she went limp in my arms.

"What did you did?!" I cried at the now worried looking wyvern.

"Mommy no heard Icky!" he complained with a whimper; I was trying not to think about why he could actually talk. "Mommy had to heard Icky so Icky did sparkles!"

"JUBILEE!" I cried and the little elf popped in looking scared, wide eyed wearing an apron and holding a spatula. Pretty sure I've never yelled for her before.

Hermione's nose was starting to bleed. "Can you get us to the infirmary post haste?" I asked hosting Hermione into my arms.

Icarus leapt onto my arm, little golden claws digging into my skin and making me hiss as Jubilee did ask I asked. Alex and Dimitri burst into the room at the same time as we were leaving. I forgot them the moment the infirmary popped into existence; Jubilee was kind enough to remove the wyvern as I was yelling for Madam Pompfrey.

The Matron of Painful Visits came rushing out of her office, a clipboard in hand. She blinked at me and then ordered me to put Hermione in a bed. I was shoved to the side as Madam Pompfrey drew her wand and started scanning my girlfriend. Her deep and confused frown was not helping my mounting anxiety. There was a prickle of fear that fluttered through me as Hermione continued to pale.

"Her magic's being attacked," Pompfrey muttered half turning and shooting off a patronus, I'm not sure what the creature was because I wasn't paying attention, but I know that several went out at once. I was focused on Hermione's pale features.

"Dammit, Icarus, what exactly did you do?" I growled at the quivering creature in Jubilee's arms. Madam Pompfrey looked shocked to see the purple critter.

Tearful bronze eyes looked pleadingly at me. "Icky make Mommy hear!" he whimpered. "Icky sowy!"

I looked to Pompfrey; best to look away least I do something I'd regret. "He says he was trying to make Hermione hear him."

"How are you hearing him?" the Matron demanded.

Pain stabbed at the back of my head as the voices answered. I nearly crumpled as I held my head. "Fucking earth magick," I growled out trying to focus on my Great Wall to block them out. "I can hear him because of earth magick."

The pain in my head eased up but there were spots on my vision as it receded. I gasped for air because I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath. My heart still hammered in my chest as I watched a blurry Pompfrey starting to chant over Hermione. I felt useless.

I jumped when the doors to the infirmary slammed open and it was Dimitri who was leading the charge in; Alex, Grand and Dumbledore in his wake. Pompfrey protested when Dimitri gently moved her out of his way and ignored her; with a flourish of his hands, Hermione was encased in a bright yellow glow. Yellow-yellow, not golden.

He was chanting in the language of the druid priests of old. The voices, now distant in my head, told me he was isolating the attack that Icarus had caused and isolating the damage. There was too great a difference between the magic of old and the magic of the present. The two were warring themselves inside Hermione's magical core and could cancel each other out; best case scenario was that it'd kill her…quickly.

Once Dimitri had the 'infection' isolated, he gently wove the earth magick into Hermione's natural magic like a patch on a torn piece of cloth. I was very thankful for my new friend, none of the Lancelots in my head had ever been healers. Ruddy bastards, the lot of them, had been fighters and had relied on the other knights to do the healing.

Finally Dimitri sighed and the yellowish hue around Hermione faded. His shoulders sagged and he sat down heavily on the bed behind him. The adults in the room were still in stunned silence.

"I have…fixed what was done," Dimitri announced but was still frowning. "She will…probably being hearing other magical creatures now more than the…creature with Jubilation. Err," he looked over at Icarus still cuddled with Jubilee, "the little bird-lizard did not mean this in malevolent…umm…bad manner. I think he will not be for doing it again once he understands. Also, Athena…you are bleeding."

That snapped Gran's attention back to the present. "What in the name of Merlin happened?" she asked kneeling beside Pompfrey who was now kneeling beside me.

"Lord Potter's gift hatched," I said beckoning Jubilee over. She sat Icarus on the bed where I pointed. "Icarus," the purple and silver wyvern looked very pitiful as he lifted his head. "You can't do this again, Icky. You really hurt Mommy," I explained and ignored the noises of surprise around him. Dimitri just snorted loudly in amusement. "You have me and Dimitri," I pointed to the other Knight, "to talk to, you can't just attack people. Do you understand?"

A large teardrop slipped down his royal purple cheek as the wyvern nodded. "Icky sowy, Mama. Icky just wanted Mommy."

I felt like an asshole. I wanted to be livid with him but he was just a baby; like literally a baby. "I know, bud, but there are rules. Otherwise you can't stay here at Hogwarts."

The little wyvern roared unhappily and started bouncing on the bed in a temper tantrum. His little clawed paws slapping the bed and his wings flapped in an exceedingly uncoordinated manner as his golden lined, arrow-head shaped tail lashed back and forth; he even spewed a bit of blue colored flames. It all stopped when Gran flicked the end of his muzzle; he hissed at her and she hissed back, the wyvern cowered.

"That's right, lad, I'm in charge," Gran growled. Oh, this was weird. "You better behave yourself or you'll be sent away." Icarus tried to make himself as small as possible; wrapping his tail around himself and drew in his wings as he cowered down. "Do this," she pointed to Hermione, "to another of my students and I'll be the one to deal with you and not my granddaughter."

Icarus picked his head up, tilting his head and carefully studied Gran before looking to me. "Grand-mama?" he asked and I nodded; I swear the wyvern grinned. "GRAND-MAMA!"

He started to prance happily which meant he was shifting foot to foot and fluttering his wings; little puffs of smoke rolled out of his nostrils. Gran frowned when she demanded to know what he'd said. Alex coughed away her amusement from behind me as Gran glowered.

"Are you really considering letting this creature reside in the castle?" Dumbledore demanded tersely. I was wondering when he was going to start cackling like a mad, wet hen.

I stood, my knees a bit wobbly, and nodded. "Yes, for reasons. One, he's mine and this won't happen again. Second, if I get rid of him my girlfriend will do grievous bodily harm to myself and I'd rather avoid that. Thirdly, he calls me mama and it seems like a jerk move to, ya know, break his heart." I pointed out to the irate old man; out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw Icarus stick his tongue out at Dumbledore and blow him a raspberry. "Besides, you've a magical creature who can affect others."

"Oh, right, the phoenix," Alex nodded. "Ya know, this would never happen in the States. Y'all got magical creatures in your living spaces and then ya wonder why things go tits-up."

"Preaching to the choir!" Pompfrey glowered, her wand still pointed at the areas where Icarus had clawed me; it should worry me that I hadn't noticed her healing me. I couldn't feel it; either she was getting better at painless healing or the areas had numbed themselves.

**A**

There was a gathering in the infirmary when word got out that that's where we were. After Dumbledore had left, pouting like a grumpy child, Dimitri and I had a long conversation in Old English; so that others wouldn't understand us. We discussed what had happened to my foxy bookworm and knowing exactly had helped the harsh pain in my chest. As had the knowledge that she was going to be fine once she woke up with in the day or so; she was just going to be able to understand magical creatures and possible parseltongue like Harry. Oh the joy…

It was truly no surprise that Luna bonded very quickly with little Icarus. She knew all the spots to scratch and helped Jubilee give him a bath to get the sticky stuff off him that was left over him his hatching. The little wyvern was in heaven with Luna and kept calling her the 'Glittery One'; Harry was known as 'The Glittery One's Mate'.

"The Boy-Who-Lived-to-become-The-Glittery-One's-Mate!" Fred and George were near rolling on the floor giggling and were tossed out by Madam Pompfrey for disturbing the peace.

It was around noon that Gran returned, having left a few hours pervious when she learned that Hermione was going to be fine, and looked upset. She said nothing, just handed me a letter; I was dressed now thanks to Jubilee and privacy dividers and had been lounging in a chair reading up on Wyverns. Hermione would be proud. I took the folded piece of paper, a little apprehensive because of the concern wafting off Gran.

The letter was short and written in Aunt Andy's hand. Just said, 'family emergency, come to Grimmauld, need Lady Black'. I gaped at the letter and glanced over at Hermione and Icarus, the wyvern was curled up on Hermione's pillow next to her head and was purring softly in his sleep.

"Go," Gran stated quietly. "I'll watch over them," she promised and scowled a little, "the wyvern will listen as I'm his….grand-mama. Go." She commanded.

I nodded, finally and left the infirmary for a nearby balcony. There I shifted to my hawk form and headed for Hogsmeade so I could apperate to London. I really hadn't wanted to leave and I was worried how Icarus would respond to me not being there. The situation with the wyvern was too new to know how anything was going happen.

However, that was all forgotten as a terse and sour-faced Aunt Andy ushered me into number 12 Grimmauld Place when I knocked on the door. Not even when with the trouble of Second Year had I seen her expression get that…frustrated. Nym was keeping Aunt Cissy in the living room; I caught a peak of the younger woman with older woman wrapped up in rope with a cloth shoved her in mouth. What in the world…

"Aunt Andy…what is going on? Did I really just see what I thought I saw in there?" I gaped and pointed back towards the room Aunt Andy had marched quickly past.

"Yes," the healer growled over her shoulder. "Cissy couldn't keep her mouth shut and I'd had enough. Between Sirius and his…err…that issue and her…well, tying her up and gaging her seemed the safer option. I'm sure that's not the type of gaging and tying up that she's used too…"

"Eww…" I grimaced and smacked her shoulder lightly. "That's gross, why would you say that?" my aunt just smirked. Alright then. "Though, however nasty that comment was, still doesn't tell me exactly what…oh, oh-kay…" I was speechless as I was led into the kitchen.

There, with Healer Strout, at the kitchen table was…a woman who looked very much like my mother but couldn't have been, I did a double take and looked closer; glanced between the new woman and Aunt Andy. The similarities were striking in the bone structure, eye shapes and eye color. It was the body build that was different; Aunt Andy was smaller and slimmer where the woman had wider shoulders and was taller.

"Umm…what?" I squeaked, so very much confessed.

The woman glowered, speaking in a rather pretty voice, "hello, baby cousin, you come to gawk too?"

I sat down quickly at the table and blinked at the woman. "Sirius?" I asked because he's the only one who ever called me that with that particular connotation of irritation to the term.

"Look at you," the woman mocked, "you're quicker than the rest of the birds in this roost. I'm fine, you can leave back to Hogwarts."

Healer Strout snorted and stated loftily, "you are not fine, Mister…err…Miss Black. You are malnourished, again, and are possibly pregnant! You are playing dangerous with your health and that of your possible child."

I slapped the table to head off Sirius's retort. "Okay….this has already been a really weird and extremely trying day for me and I am not in the mood for pussyfooting around the subject of whatever in the hell is happening here. Sirius, why are you a woman?"

She snorted contemptuously but swallowed whatever nasty comment she had when she was met with my glare. I just sighed when Sirius held…err…her peace. Now I see why Aunt Andy sent for me.

"Sirius, I'm not going to judge you. Not when I have memories of being a dude in my head," I told him…her…this was confusing. "Not that I'd care anyways. Your gender is your business but your health isn't; please tell me."

Sirius glared at me. "Fine," she snapped. "If you blithering birds must know, I-I…I took a human transfiguration pill, alright! I was trying to see if I felt…better as a woman." Well, that was surprising, but not as much as what was muttered next, "it worked before."

"Before?" I asked. "Sirius, honestly, I'm not here to judge you. Do…do you want to tell me in private? Without the healers here?"

Sirius glanced at Aunt Andy and then nodded quickly. It was Healer Strout that got my aunt to leave the room and I quickly warded the door so they couldn't hear what was being said. Sirius didn't speak until after Kreacher had brought a fresh pot of tea.

"When I was sixteen, you know I ran away from home," Sirius started, rolling her teacup between her hands. I nodded and Sirius continued, "The whole reason wasn't because of the pureblood drivel that my parents were spouting. It was because my mother caught me…as a girl. Like physically a girl. Ja-James, the year before, had played a prank and had turned me into a girl that McGonagall had to reverse but I'd never felt comfortable in my own skin," she confided and wiped at her teary eyes. "I'd always felt unsettled and confused. I wanted girly things but learned not to ask as a child; my parents had standards and a Nancy for a son wasn't one of them."

I nodded slowly. "So, being a girl was like an epiphany?" I asked, understand the concept of wanting to crawl out of your own skin and being in the wrong body; that's how I felt before I figured out my hawk.

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, like a big one. I cried when your grandmother turned me back; she assumed it was hormones but it was because I didn't want to be stuck as a boy again."

"And so, you decided to try again?" I asked softly. "Is this why you were having so much trouble with the mind healers?"

Again Sirius nodded. "But not the whole reason." She sighed heavily when I kept quiet, waiting for her to continue. "I-I…well, when I ran away to the Potters…I sort of slept with James and got pregnant," she confessed and I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head. "I did like you friend, Angie did, used a glamor and concealment charm to hide the pregnancy with James and Moony's help..."

I held up a hand to stop her…Sirius because I needed to process this. If I was understanding this correctly then Sirius bolted from his (her?) family because they found out he (she) was transgendered; okay, that made sense. The fact that Sirius seems to have bedded his best friend; honestly not surprising given everything I've ever heard about their friendship. It was the fact that they had a child that got me.

"How was the pregnancy viable?" I asked curiously. "Last year when Su…err…the Weasley boys became girls…I think that was last year…anyways, they turned back, though they did experience their monthlies."

Sirius smirked and shook her head. "Yea, and I bet they weren't shagged at any point in which they had holes instead of poles, right?"

I shuddered slightly. "I'd rather not think of the mating habits of redheaded menaces. However, with their mother hovering and being under constant watch, I'm going to say no, they were not shagged."

The woman on the other side of the table laughed and then drain her teacup. "Yea, see, magic will protect life because life is magic. When I became pregnant my magic protected the life inside me and I stayed as a girl…woman, until I gave birth to a daughter."

I blinked slowly and then nodded. "Okay, as I've never heard of this daughter that you speak, I'm going to say that she was either stillborn or you gave her up."

"We had to give her up," Sirius snarled darkly. "Ma Potter wasn't wrong when she said that the Death Eaters would have very much hated me and my condition. I'm an anomaly but they would have taken mine and James's child because she was born as a pureblood." She shoved her cup away rather roughly and I caught it before it could roll off my side of the table.

I'm sure that was a connection to this child and what was happening now. "So, you were failing in healing because of the child you gave up?" Sirius nodded. "So, what does this have to do with what Strout said about you being pregnant again?"

Sirius pushed herself back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest…but stopped when boobs got in the way. "Because I am pregnant!" she cried in aggregation. "Two months so and Moony is a despicable bastard whom will have his balls cut off next time I see him." Okay…that was unexpected; this visit was turning out to be a feast of surprises. "But I can't be pregnant…"

"Err…dumb question, why?" I asked, carefully inspecting Sirius for the hint of a wand. I didn't feel like being hexed today. "Are you barren in this form or were you using protection? Sirius, what you do…who you do is your own business. I feel like I've said that before…hmm…" I shook my head and looked back to my cousin. "Anyways, is this pregnancy thing hazardous to your health or is this something to do with your prior pregnancy."

Honest to the divines, Sirius let out a wail and slammed her fists into the table. I cast a cushioning charm so she didn't break her hands with the strength she was beating on the table. For once, the voices had nothing to add to the situation.

"How can I be worthy to have another child?" Sirius snapped suddenly. "When I gave up my daughter? I let Mrs. Potter take my child that I carried, that I felt grow, that'd been conceived with the love of my life…I let her take my baby and give her to some rotten muggles in Canada in the name of protection. Then I failed Harry because I couldn't stand to look at him!" She screamed and whimpered. "It killed me to watch my love marry that-that woman!" Sirius hissed hatefully. "Watch her get everything that I wanted in my life. She got to carry Harry openly while I had to hide and pretend that I'd got some muggle illness that nobody had ever heard of to explain my morning sickness and sneak out of the castle at night to meet a healer for checkups! Then-then Ja-James died and Harry, perfect little Harry looked so much like my daughter had when she was born and he looked so much like Ja-James that I couldn't even touch him!" Sirius confessed.

Well…that explained a lot. I kind of felt bad now for all the named I'd ever called Sirius. Still selfish though with not telling about Pettigrew but I digress. Carefully, I got up and went around and hugged my weepy cousin.

"What can I do to help, Sirius?" I asked once her sobs had lessened.

She hugged me tighter. "I'm not giving up my baby, not again."

"I wasn't asking you to and I don't think Aunt Andy was either," at least, I hope she wasn't. "You know that I want this family to be healthy and be better than it was before our fall to darkness. You child is a Black even if they end up chasing their tails someday."

Sirius snorted and leaned back from me. "The werewolf taint isn't passed along unless both parents are werewolves and are transformed when the child is conceived. Despite what Cissy said, I did not let Moony mount me like I was a bitch in heat. Doggy style as-" the rest was muffled with a snap of my fingers. Sirius just started laughing; that too was muffled.

"What is it with you people and gross comments?" I asked unhappily. "First Aunt Andy and now you. I get that I'm getting older but you know, my virginity and such is like the last shred of innocence that I have left and I'd like to keep it for a while, ya know? Till my wedding night or whatever traditionalist spout that happens after Hermione and I graduate from The Castle of Revolving Villains."

The muffled laughs stopped and Sirius tapped her throat to lift my hex. "I'm sorry, Athena. I'll refrain from dirty jokes and such."

"Thank you," I bowed my head to my cousin. "I really do appreciate that. I mean, I do have the memories of the Knights who came before and their…sex lives but I can normally block those out; talking about it doesn't help. Sometimes it's hard to remember how old I actually am." I sighed wistfully and then nudged Sirius with my elbow. "Now, back to you. You know that I will kick anyone who tries to separate you from your child. Being Lady Black has to count for something and I don't think Wizengamot would ever grant custody to Remus Lupin; not being racist or anything but he is a werewolf and they are sort of looked down upon."

Sirius sighed and laid her head on her folded arms. "I want my daughter back, Athena. That was always the plan. We set up a Gringotts account for her and letters saying we'd find her when the war was over but James and I grew apart after she was gone and then the Potters died from the Dragon Pox just after graduation; they were the ones who knew how to reverse the concealments and had the names of the muggles who adopted our child. James died and I went to Azkaban."

I hummed thoughtfully. It would seem that in one of those books Aunt Cissy read to me that blood magic and the authority of the Head of the House had the power to overwrite any concealment charm or spell. I think I had a plan.

"Sirius," I said softly and she grunted in acknowledgement, "is the reason you didn't keep the girl because you weren't disowned so she would technically show up on the family tapestry thingy…right?"

"Yes."

Okay…that was oddly terrifying. "The reason she didn't was because it was the Potters who hid her and canceled out the Black half after you gave up all rights to be her parents therefor eliminating your child as a potential heir?" Sirius sat up and nodded. "Don't look surprised, Aunt Cissy has literally spent every moment she can since I became a Black pushing wizarding tradition down my throat. Inheritance law was part of that. Did you know that Fergus McGonagall could, theoretically, be found guilty of line theft and child endangerment?" I asked and Sirius just blinked at me. "Yep, if Gran wanted to push it or if the Blacks hadn't been of a higher rank; Fergus could be sitting in Azkaban with a three year sentence and stripped of rank and family name along with his children. As I wasn't of majority when I was disowned, that's child endangerment because then Fraser, legally, was no longer responsible for me; the bastard could have tossed my ass in the trash if he wanted."

"I'm guessing your Gran didn't peruse this because she'd already lost two children and didn't want to lose another?" Sirius asked knowingly.

I shrugged. "Don't know, Gran's never said and I never asked. Talking about the McGonagall clan has never really been beneficial to my mental health. However, I think I can find your daughter if I can get Lord Potter to help me create a new family tapestry with a little bit of blood magic."

Sirius's eyes went wide. "Because you and Archie share the same blood as James and I you can theoretically break the concealments."

"Or you could donate and we'd have a better chance as we're just cousins but yes," I nodded, "that's my working theory. However, in the meantime, you being a berk and not letting the healers tend to you is…well, stupid. You are doing worse than giving up a child as you are blatantly putting them at risk and withholding medical care."

Sirius frowned. "But an exam will, should, show that I've given birth before."

I smacked her upside the head. "Dumbass, what you think is going to happen when we find your daughter. You and James just propagated by what? Osmosis?"

"Pretty sure that's not how that works," Sirius said narrowing her eyes at me.

"No shite, Sherlock, that's my point!" I cried. "One way or another, they are going to know. Might as well get the truth out there and deal with it before it gets worse. That being said, draw straws to tell Harry…he hates being lied too." The already pale Sirius paled further and for a second I thought she was going to faint with that pained look she was sporting.

**A**

I waited to go call on Lord Potter just to see the reaction that Sirius's confession would get out of my aunts. Honestly, I was curious and also there to keep murder from occurring; I felt sorry for Nym. She was the one who had to shove Aunt Cissy's gag back in without getting bit.

"I'm coming with you," Nym announced after she'd gotten away from Aunt Cissy. "Mum can take Sirius to St. Mungo's for whatever and one of the house elves can deal with her," she glared at her Aunt and got a glare in return. "Besides, I've been to the sanctuary where they work."

I smirked. "Nym, don't over sell it, you had me at having the house elves dealing with Bitty McBitter over there." Aunt Cissy didn't appreciate the name while Nym laughed so hard she was crying.

Once Nym was able to breathe again and Kreacher had been called to deal with Aunt Cissy, my pink-haired cousin hugged me tightly and then apperated away. The Welsh Dragon Sanctuary was not what I was expecting; for some reason I was thinking canyons and warrens. Instead, we found a long sloping valley with some stone structures that sort of looked like boxes on stilts and some distance away were a collection of stone huts; none of them looked flammable.

I looked to Nym when she started humming Madonna; the Auror was staring up the clouds. What in the world? Nym must have felt me staring at her because she chuckled.

"We have to wait for them to come get us," Nym pointed out without looking away from the clouds. "This little clearing is heavily enchanted," now she looked at me. "I'm surprised you have noticed because of your hand."

I jumped when the happy voice of Lady Potter filled the air. "Oh, we had to hide the enchantments, the dragons were getting curious." I'll be honest, Sara Potter reminds of Luna. "How can I help you lovely ladies today…Harry is alright…right?"

"Yes," I nodded quickly and waved off her concern, "but we're still here on family business that requires Lord Potter."

"Alrighty," Lady Potter nodded and held out a hand to Nym and me. "Take my hand and we'll head to the main office."

The office was warming that it looked; being made of thick stone without windows but charmed so to be see-thru. Also, it was bigger on the inside with more rooms than it should have had. Lady Potter did offer us a tour but I declined because I felt like I should be in a hurry.

Lord Potter, in his big office with a wall that showed several different areas of the sanctuary including where Nym and I had arrived, was finishing up paper work when his wife knocked on his open door. They locked gazes and the line of Lord Potter's shoulders eased; she'd told him that Harry wasn't the reason for this visit.

Which, why would it be? I'm not his Head of House and though I'm a Knight I'm not responsible for the boy. People freak out too easily.

"So," Lord Potter had gotten up and had guided over to a set of comfy looking chairs. "What can I do for you, ladies?"

The chairs were as comfy as they looked. "Well," I said wiggling in the fuzzy chair, "first off, ya really should have given an owner's manual with the wyvern. It hatched today and decided to make Hermione understand him."

Lady Potter gasped, horrified. "Is she okay?" Lady Potter asked worriedly.

I nodded. "She is or I wouldn't be as calm as I am. Icarus didn't like the fact that I could hear him and his 'mommy' couldn't. It was earth magick and Dimitri was able to fix the damage." I admitted and the other three adults relaxed; I'm not sure that Nym understood more than Hermione had some trouble and was now okay. "Not the reason that Nym and I are here but any books on wyverns that you could recommend would be nice and I promise to actually read them."

Lord Potter smirked and nodded. "Yeah, I know several ya might find useful. Now, why are you here?"

"Well-well, it-it would seem that your brother and Sirius got pregnant when they were Sixth Years through human transfiguration that turned Sirius into a girl." I decided to rip the band aid off and you could have heard a pin drop in the room. "It would seem that they had a daughter but gave her up in March of 1977 to protect her from the Black family and Death Eaters. I think that with your help, Lord Potter, we can find her and bring her home. She's a Potter according to Sirius but she's also a Black."

"Oh…" Sara suddenly said, snapping her fingers together. "That makes so much more sense now. That's what I was seeing rambling in Sirius's noggin." She blushed and admitted, "I thought it was strange that whenever he'd look at Harry there was hints of jealously and he kept repeating the same word over and over again. Seren, a name I think?"

I nodded. "Yes, it means 'star' in Welsh…umm, Black family tradition to name ourselves after the stars or mythology."

"Huh…" Lord Potter grunted and slowly blinked. "Well, that's not something you hear about every day…" he's tone was questionable. I'm not sure that he wasn't about to protest but he caught my glare, he saved himself my saying, "Really, as Sixth Years?"

"Yea, glamour and concealments," I pointed out. "That's how Angie got through her Fourth Year carrying Alec. They would have been like sixteen or so. I have a hard time with ages anymore but I do know that Baby Potter should be close to seventeen." That sounded about right. "I think that with a blank sheet of canvas we can create a new family tapestry. A family tree that shows all members."

"Have you told Harry?" Lord Potter asked, the look on his face indiscernible.

Nym scoffed. "We just found out like right before we came here. You aren't the only ones who are mighty surprised by the shagging practices of teenagers."

**A**

Lord Potter agreed to help. He and Lady Potter would come back Grimmauld Place later that evening after their shift at the Sanctuary had ended. In the meantime, Nym would report to Madam Bones and I would start gathering supplies.

Needed was several yards of fabric, as well as a ceremonial silver dagger, an inheritance potion and several bottles of tattooing ink; both of which could be pick up in Diagon Alley. Also needed that book about the tapestry. Before any of that, though, I needed to write Gran and let her know I would be gone longer than just the day.

Upon returning to Grimmauld, we found that Aunt Cissy had done a 180º and was cooing over the moving sonogram with Sirius. At least the two…witches had made up and were now bonding over babies. Had to wonder if Kreacher had dosed Aunt Cissy with something.

Found Aunt Andy coming out of the library with a small and thin book her in hand; it was the book about tapestries. I thanked her and then mentioned having to write Gran. Aunt Andy just nodded and then marched to the fireplace and flooed to Gran's office. I'm not sure that Aunt Andy was handling this as well at all.

With a sigh I sat down next to Sirius on the couch. She proudly handed me a copy of the sonogram. All I could make out were lines and a little bean.

"Congrats, you're having lentils?" I asked, confused. "They're a bean…right?"

Sirius smirked and pointed to the dot. "That's my baby, dork. Eight weeks give or take."

"Wait…" I sat up, I was hit with a sudden thought, "are you saying that since like butt-end of July you've been wear glamours?"

Sirius nodded, still smiling at the picture in her hand with the other over her lower stomach. Ya know, today didn't feel like a Sunday. Felt like a Monday, pure and simple Monday. Real Monday was going to suck!

I sighed before asking, "So, Sirius…I have to ask, do you want to make the transition permanent? Don't have to worry about reverting back to a dude or whatever…because they can do that right?"

Sirius grinned happily. "That's already done, baby cousin. While Andy and I were in St. Mungo's; a simple spell to modify my magical core to keep the transformation. I had a talk with Strout and Andy beforehand and we decided that it was healthier for me not worry about reverting back." That I would have to agree with because Sirius already looked ten times happier and overall better than this morning. "I just have to fix things at Gringotts and the Ministry and the rest can go bugger themselves."

"Okay," I nodded, I needed a nap. "Want to get that out of the way?" I asked. "I have to go to Gringotts for an inheritance potion, should also talk to Uncle Ted…fuck! Between Icarus and you lot, you're going to give me gray hairs!" I whimpered tiredly.

Sirius cooed softly and put an arm over my shoulders. "It'll be alright, Athena. Just take a breath and realize this all doesn't have to be done in a day. Also, who is Icarus?"

**A**

I'd been napping on the living room couch at Grimmauld when Potters arrived that evening. If I thought I was tried after returning from the Valley of the Dragons…hmm, that was a better name for the Sanctuary than what they had….well, I was gravely mistaken. Should have known that things were going to sideways when Aunt Cissy started fussing over Sirius.

She wasn't about to Sirius out dressed, and I quote 'like a rejected mannequin picked its clothes from the trash bin outside some muggle secondhand shop' end quote. Hell started with a rather pretty sundress and Prada.

My next mistake was not giving some thought before taking Sirius with me to Diagon Alley. The woman was giddy and bubbly and she looked like my mother. Which there lies the problem as there was a slight panic because people had thought that my mother had escaped from Azkaban. It would explain all the antsy people I was ignoring.

Also, how Madam Bones and a dozen Hit Wizards came to all but storm Gringotts were Sirius was officially changing her gender for account access and records. Griphook had been very eager to hear about the lost Potter and promised all the aid that he could. However, with concealments in place he couldn't even tell us who'd claimed the account that he and James had set up for their child; just that it had been starting in 1988. He couldn't even tell us what branch the account had been accessed from.

When we'd come out of Griphook's office Madam Bones was there demanding answers. She grunted unhappily at the short version of the tale, Sirius was transgendered and had transitioned and was just going through the legality of it all. Bones looked Sirius up and down then Sirius that she made a pretty lass and then ordered her people to leave. Best part was that Sirius blushed at the compliment.

Then came the hassle of finding a store that sold large bolts of canvas because I was lazy. Normal tapestries are hand-woven but I don't have time for that crap. I almost murdered Sirius when we entered Madam Malkin's Robes; she wanted to buy a pretty set of robes and decided I was the perfect person to get advice. There's a reason why Jubilee handles everything to do with my wardrobe.

Thankfully, the owner of the shop arrived and kept me from trying to mount a defense case. The two witches cooed and cackled over dress designs and so forth while I stood by in complete disgust. I was tired and I was starving by the time that we left the shop finally having gotten the bolt of cloth that I wanted and Sirius's four dress robes that I'm sure Jubilee was going to be offended by the mere sight of them.

Before I gave up on the waking world I caught sight of Aunt Andy down the hall, just outside of the kitchen. She was talking with Kreacher; the conversation interrupted when Sirius started calling for Aunt Cissy because she wanted to show off the clothes she'd gotten. I was rethinking murder.

**A**

Aunt Andy woke me and the house smelled like stew; my mouth watered and my stomach rumbled and I realized I hadn't eaten all day. My aunt sat down beside me after I'd sat up and she chuckled when I leaned into her side, my head on her shoulder. She gently slapped my cheek.

"None of the now, little girl," she teased. "I didn't wake you up just so that you could fall back to sleep."

I blinked lazily and looked up at her. "Then why did you disturb my slumber?" I asked, my voice rough and raspy with sleep.

Aunt Andy smirked. "The Potters are due to arrive in ten minutes according to the message they sent earlier. Also, you Gran wanted me to tell you that Hermione is awake and she can talk to Icarus, very cute by the way and also upset that his mama left him." I sighed happily knowing that Hermione had woken up; I just sort of melted with relief. "Minerva was very upset to learn that about what'd happened to Sirius right under her nose. Another of her cubs who tricked her; she was muttering something about goblins and anti-concealment charms at one point."

I just smirked. "That'd been something to see. The Weasley twins would never get away with anything again." Not sure the house cup would ever be won by Gryffindor again. "Was…was Hermione okay?" I asked looking back up at my aunt. "I mean, was she feeling okay? Think I should…never mind…Jubilee!" I called out.

Jubilee popped into existence there before the couch. "Yes, Miss Hammy?"

I ignored the amusement from my aunt about the nickname. "Jubilee, I don't think I'm getting back to Hogwarts today or possible tomorrow depending upon how everything plays out," Jubilee just nodded as I spoke. "Could you please bring me some sleeping clothes and stuff for tomorrow? Also, could you possible…maybe…give Hermione a stuffed tiger with some chocolate for me?" I asked trying to keep my cheeks from reddening. "I think that catalog that Madam Bones sent me is in my school trunk. You have permission to spend the extra coin for the rush delivery."

Jubilee beamed at me proudly and nodded. With a snap of her fingers, the little elf vanished. Aunt Andy just snickered at me and made kissy faces. She sobered up a little when I asked her about the last time that Uncle Ted had gotten her chocolates and a stuffed animal.

**A**

I was still recovering from my nap when the Potters arrived and Aunt Cissy ushered them into the dining room. Lord Potter had a lot of questions for Sirius but he really didn't get ask them as his wife started giggling. She stunned the table as she started asking Sirius about the joys of clothes shopping; it was horrifying to watch. Why must the torture continue? At least the stew was delicious and I got to eat my fill.

When it came time to create the tapestry…I think I may have enjoyed cutting Sirius a little too much. Aunt Andy gave me a knowing look when she healed Sirius's arm where I collected the blood into the bowl with the inheritance potion. I wasn't going to deny it if asked but everyone was smart enough not to ask.

Then Lord Potter and I went into the drawing room; same room where that accursed anger ball had been. On the large table that the room housed was a sheet of canvas already cut and laid out; on the side table were the bottles of ink that'd been charmed for a self-filling so that we wouldn't run out of ink.

I handed the little bowl with Sirius's blood to Lord Potter so I could let my blood into the mix, healed myself and then held the bowl for the lord. When that was done, the silver knife was put away and I poured the mixture of blood into the series of ink bottles. This is where the magic started.

Lord Potter stood at the end of the table while I stood at the end of the other; our wands held aloft. In unison we started to chant as our wands moved in a complex dance as we asked our ancestors to start revealing themselves; the chant changed so only those in the last hundred years would be shown because they don't go by decades. The room filled with a dull greyish light and the ink bottles lifted into the air and started to pour themselves over the canvas.

This was harder than I thought it was going to be. The greyish light and the ink bottles was distracting, the chant was near tongue tying and the wand movements couldn't falter but I couldn't stop or look away from Lord Potter. If I broke eye contact then the ritual would fail.

My left palm started to burn and my teeth started to itch as faces started to appear with names and dates. The magic that we were using was immense and a bead of sweat started to form at my brow and temples. In my stomach that stew I'd stuffed myself on was starting to roll as if I were upon the high seas.

Lord Potter broke first when the stupid ink bottles finally drifted back to their original perch. The man's knees gave out as that grey light settled over the canvas and sealed the ink; leaving little tendrils at the bottom for future generations. I wiped the sweat that had started to drip into my eyes with a trembling arm.

There were several points with the Black family touched the Potter family in the last hundred years. I frowned when I saw my part of the tapestry because there wasn't a death date under Robert's picture. That was curious and confusing and so totally not why this thing had been made.

I followed Bellatrix's generational line over and found Sirius. Her face was connected by silver lines (unmarried but with child…aka bastard lines) to both James Potter and Remus Lupin. The line connected to the line between Remus and Sirius only had an empty face circle as that child had yet to be before. However, the line between Sirius and James was another matter.

There in the face circle was a hazel eyed girl with a cheeky grin. I could only gap at her because she could have been the third twin with Harry and myself save the eyes. She had the Black features but Potter eyes. James and Sirius had made a very good looking being.

"Lindsey Elizabeth Clarke," I read her name aloud. "Huh…that should be enough to let Griphook do his thing."

Lord Potter frowned, his arms resting on the table edge and was the only thing keeping him from the floor. "That name sounds strangely familiar for some reason."