A/N: Sorryyyy it took me so long to update! But here it is! Sirius & Pan's reunion :) I got a little confused with Pan's birth date 'cuz I had said she was going to be 9 months younger that Harry, I started counting &, well, she's actually supposed to be in Ginny's year if she's that young -.-' My mistake. But! No worries, I fixed the mix-up, it's all in this chapter :D R&R!

Chapter 3: Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place

Pan remembered when she was about four, probably five, and her mother had taken her to Golden Gate Park's playground. She had been sitting close to Phoebe's feet as she played with a small dragon clay doll as the youngest Halliwell chatted with another mother before sending her off to the sand box. But, before she skipped away she snatched a bit of the conversation that got engraved in her brain.

"Are you married? Why isn't your husband with you?" The lady had asked, her smile sickly sweet.

"Oh, I don't have a husband, it's just me and Pan and my sisters." Her mother had smiled at the lady, her eyes proud as she spoke about her baby girl.

The lady's eyes grew wide and a slightly repulsed expression took over her face as she looked at Pan. "She a bastard's child?"

Phoebe's expression went slack with shock, "Excuse me?"

The lady dashed forward and snatched her own daughter from the sand box before turning to Pan and spitting at her small feet. "You're an abomination in God's eyes!"

Phoebe scooped Pan away from the sand box and jogged all the way back to the Manor.

Little, tiny Pan hadn't understood the lady's words but they cut like a knife. Phoebe burst into the Manor and put down a sniffling Pan.

"You're not an abomination to anyone and we don't need your dad in the picture for anything. It's you and I, kiddo and I don't want you degrading yourself because of what people say to you. We are Halliwell's honey and we don't need any man."

Pan had taken those to heart and believed them more than anything…

But ten, almost eleven, years later Pan found herself needing a father badly. Coop was an amazing father figure and all, but Pan needed to see similarities in him that she knew she had in her. Problem was that no matter how hard she looked, Pan couldn't find the similarities that went with blood.

And now, she couldn't help but feel like she was going to throw up.

"I think I'm going to puke." Pan had announced over a crack-at-dawn breakfast in The Burrow.

"Not on the banana-nut muffins!" Fred exclaimed teasingly as he snatched the warm basket and cradle like it was a child.

After shooting a glare at Fred, Molly rested a soft hand on her shoulder and saying, "It will all be alright, sweetie. I understand that you're nervous, but there's no need to be. I can guarantee you that he will love you."

Pan smiled at her and took a bite out of her own muffing, she felt like she was going to puke but she couldn't stop eating.

"Are you sure you're going to puke?" Ginny teased her as if reading her mind.

"I can't stop eating when I'm nervous." The raven haired witch said around a mouthful of muffin.

Fred gave a snort and gave her a look, "Are you sure you eat a lot when you're nervous? You don't look like you eat much."

Pan raised an elegant dark eyebrow, "What is that supposed to mean? Do I look anorexic?"

Fred frowned as his twin brother started laughing beside him. Crap, what did he say? "N-no! I meant that you look really good for eating a lot!" He said nervously when he thought he had insulted her.

"Am I supposed to be fat, then?"

Shit.

"Okay, kids. We got to go."

Thank Merlin for his mom.

Twenty minutes later all of the Weasley kids and Pan crowded around their fireplace with Molly.

"Are we getting there with Floo Powder, mum?" Ron asked.

"No, it's not safe. Pan's taking us there." Every one's eyes fixed on her.

"What?" Pan asked as she shifted her weight from her left foot to the right one.

"We can't get to headquarters by Floo Powder, we can't risk it. Pan can get us there with a simple spell." As Molly explained, she reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a small paper and handed it to Pan.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

Pan looked back at Molly as Fred went around her and looked over the raven haired witch's shoulder.

"Grimm- " Fred had started when his mother shushed him before he could continue.

Pan thought about the last time she had tried to sneak out of the house with a spell that took her anywhere…. That hadn't ended well with her hectic powers.

"I don't think it's a good idea Molly." Pan voiced her concerned.

"We can Apparate there!" George exclaimed excitedly. "Fred and me can take you there! Can we mum? Please."

Molly shook her head stubbornly, "No, only Pan can get us inside, you'll Apparate us outside. We can't risk it."

Pan swallowed and thought of a fast rhyme in her head. Oh, Goddess, there's shitload of things that were gonna go wrong if her powers decided to act on their own and especially today.

"Say it quietly dear." Molly reminded her, an encouraging smile on her motherly face.

Pan nodded, "We should all hold hands."

Everybody hustle until all of them were holding hands and all of their trunks and bags were in the center of the circle. The kid's owls looking around at them from their cages except for the small brown one, which kept zooming around its own cage.

Oh God, she was going to puke what little breakfast she had eaten.

Breathing in, Pan whispered the small simple spell.
"Over land, over space
Take us to London, Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place."

Pan felt the pull of Magic as a small tornado of lights engulfed them and their belongings. Before the Magic took its course, Pan screw her eyes shot and prayed to anything that would hear her that nothing wrong happened. Before she felt completely weightless she felt Fred's hand squeeze her reassuringly, sending a warm chill up her arm.

Pan had been holding her breath and as soon as she felt solid ground underneath her feet did she let it out and opened her eyes. She found herself on a wooden dinner table and the rest of the Weasley family scatter around the slightly small, dark, kitchen.

"Oi," Fred looked around the kitchen a confused look on his face before turning to Pan. "Where's George?"

A hand went to Pan's mouth as the words sunk into Molly, Ron and Ginny. But, as if on cue, and out of nowhere, did George fall with a scream from a swirl of lights from the ceiling and landed on all of the suitcases and trunks, luckily missing the cages.

Suddenly, the door to the kitchen burst open and a man with bright red hair and pale skin came in.

"Dad!" Ginny exclaimed and dashed towards her father and threw her skinny arms around him.

Without meaning to, a hot flash of envy shot through Pan as she watched Ginny hug her father to her and him hugging his little girl back.

"You okay?" Fred asked her and the world around them started into motion again and his mom and brothers rushed to the waiting arms of Mr. Weasley.

Pan smiled down at him, "I'm great," After that she nodded towards his family having a reunion without him. "Go be with your family."

Fred smiled back at her and rushed of to the still hugging family, finding room for him.

Pan looked away just as her eyes began getting prickly. She wasn't gonna cry, she was a Halliwell, a Warren. They didn't need men, just each other… But she found herself alone all the way on the other side of the world.

She sniffled slightly as she nimbly got herself down from the table, trying not to break the family reunion.

"What the bloody hell was that racket?"

Sirius honestly thought they were being attacked, somehow. But as he finally got to the kitchen door he found it jammed with Weasley's. He couldn't help but smile at Arthur's family and at how lucky he was. But something dark burned through him and settled into his stomach as he thought how much he wanted to have that, and he could only, slightly, filled that void was with Harry.

As he leaned against the wall outside the kitchen, he saw a petite girl, with raven hair hop down the kitchen table quietly and something in his gut jolted and his heart leaped in his chest.

Oh Merlin… Oh Merlin.

She was more beautiful than he had seen in that picture Dumbledore had brought and now was framed at his bedside table. His throat was dry and he had to swallow a couple of time and clear his throat once, something he had tried to do quietly only to have the Weasley's break away from each other and gain their attention and Pan's.

Their eyes locked and he saw his own staring back at him.

Was that him? It had to be… He looked a hell of a lot like her or she looked a lot like him. Screw people who thought she was the reincarnation of her late aunt Prue, Pan looked like the man staring at her from the kitchen doorway, over the head of the Weasley family, she looked like her father. Like Sirius Black…. And he was standing no less than ten feet away from him.

Molly immediately acted, "Um, kids why don't we go with your father so he can show you your rooms?" She ushered her family out and Sirius into the kitchen.

Before she closed the door, Pan saw Fred give her a wink before Molly pushed him away.

The silence in the kitchen could be cut with a knife as Sirius walked towards the head of the table and took a seat.

Pan took deep breaths from her nose, she was feeling light headed.

"You-" Sirius started before clearing his throat again in nervousness, "You look a lot like your mum."

Pan had to smile at that, she looked nothing like her mother; all tan, brunette and radiant like the sun.

"I think I look a lot like you."

Sirius smiled and it took years off his face. Her mother was right he was handsome but all of the things he had to go through had left their mark on his face.

"C'mon, sit." He softly said as his heart melted for his daughter.

Pan shyly sat on the seat to his left and tried to come up with some of the stuff she had planned to say, but all of that flew right out of the window. She couldn't remember anything.

"Did you ever try to find mom? After you got out of Azkaban?" Sure, it wasn't the best question, but, it had to take them somewhere, right?

Sirius shifted in his chair and looked down on the table before looking guiltily at his daughter. "Honestly, no. After fourteen years of not seeing each other and leaving without a word I doubted your mother wanted anything to do with me."

Pan nodded, she understood that. Her mother had looked for him and found out stuff she thought could've been dangerous for her to know growing up.

"Your mum was one of the only things that kept me sane in Azkaban." Sirius confessed quietly. "I tried to think of those New York nights and they were like rays of sunshine, but better." He looked up at Pan only to find her crying softly.

She hastily brushed them off and gave Sirius a watery smile. "I'm sorry for the water works, it's just…" She could only shrug for an answer.

Another tear rolled down her pale cheek and just as she was going to brush it away, Sirius's thumb was smudging it away and something in her just, gave away. She couldn't stop crying.

Sirius got up from his chair and kneeled in front of her. "There, there, pet. Why are you crying for? Daddy's here."

And Pan threw her arms around him just like Ginny had done for her own dad. But this one, this one was Pan's and only hers. She finally had a dad, the man who looked for scary monsters under the bed, the man you shared favorite movies, inside jokes, the man who chased boys off and helped her mend a broken heart. Oh Gods, she finally had a dad.

"I love you, dad." She did, Pan truly loved Sirius Black, her father. This was love that went with flesh and blood, something she had only shared with her mom and her aunts.

For the first time since James and Lily's death, Sirius cried. He thought that Pan might've come here hating him for never being there for her. But, here he had her in his arms for the first time and having her say the four words he had thought were going to be the hardest to get out of her.

"I love you too, sweetheart. More that you can possibly imagine."

This was too good to be true. It was better than any dream her brain had created for her.

After a couple of minutes, Sirius pulled gently away, "Let's go and see your room, what do you think, Pan?"

Pan nodded and smiled brightly at him, "Call me Andy, everyone does."

"I'm gonna make up my own pet name, if you don't mind. Something just for me, yeah?"

"Totally."

And with that father and daughter walked out of the room and up rickety stairs.

"What is this place?" Pan asked out of the blue, the place was incredibly depressing.

"Obviously it's headquarters for the Order, but, it used to be Honorable House of Black." The way he said it, the way he spat it was an obvious sign he hated this place.

Pan frowned, "House of Black?"

Sirius smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, "Welcome to your father's childhood home."

And as he said that they got to the second landing of the building, Pan started going down the hallway but a gentle hand on her elbow stopped her.

"We keep going up, love." Her dad said when she turned.

They kept going up the stairs until they reached what had to be the attic of the house.

"I really hope you like it, I worked hard on it. Getting all of the vermin out," Sirius gave a tired sigh but a smile lit up his face. "That wasn't the hard part. The hard part was getting the right shade of orange."

With a wave of his wand Sirius let the door swing open and with it, Pan's jaw.

The walls were the perfect shade of mango orange and the room was massive! It looked like the flat Paige had the first time she had moved out. The floor was shiny hard wood and one of the walls was covered with soft veins and from between the leaves hundreds of midnight blue flowers sprung and gave a wonderful aroma, against it was a black wooden desk, just waiting for her laptop. In the middle of the room a huge bed was floating softly, a ti-dye blanket with blues, purples and white covered it and a dozen pillows with the colors of the blanket laid invitingly against the black headboard. A whole bunch of bean bags were scattered around in front of- holy crap!- a 62'' floating plasma TV, close to the wall where the bean bags were was a small black trunk. Her vanity was place against a wall between two doors with a whole bunch of drawers and a big bookcase was off against the far wall. Framed pictures of her family were all over the walls and some frames were empty, waiting for new memories.

Pan went through the threshold and tried to blink away the tears.

"Do you like it, love? Your mum said you always wanted an attic for your room. The TV moves everywhere you do around the room." Sirius started babbling as Pan stood quietly a couple of feet away from the door. "It gets all of your favorite channels and all of the movie ones, that spell was rather simple to do. Um, Paige said you always wanted a floating bed and plants in you room." Oh Merlin, she hated it. "One of the doors beside the vanity is your walk-in closet, your school uniform and robes are already there and a couple of clothes. The other door is your own bathroom with a bathtub and everything." He was wringing his hands together as his palms started sweating. "In a couple of days the flowers are going to change color and smell, neat trick huh?"

Pan was still quite as she did a small circle taking everything in. "It's perfect dad."

Sirius let out the breath he had been holding and one of his hands went through his hair, "Thank Merlin, I thought you hated it."

"How can I hate it? I have a floating bed!" Pan exclaimed before running and jumping into the plush bed.

Nobody could take the smile away from Sirius's face; all of his hard work had paid off. "If you need anything, you just tell me, alright?"

Pan hopped off the bed, the same smile on her face as she rushed toward Sirius and hugged him again. "Thanks dad." She whispered.

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

Hours later Pan was unpacked and settled into her new room. After Sirius had summoned her luggage up he had to excuse himself.

"There's going to be a meeting soon and I've got to attend. I need to do some things around here before Dumbledore arrives. Sorry Pan."

She waved it off, "No worries, I'll be done in no time. Don't I get to go to the meeting, though?"

Sirius smiled at her proudly. "Of course you do, you're the youngest member of the Order. But I want you to get settled first, so when you're ready you just come downstairs." And with that he was off.

Pan blew a stray hair out of the way as she put the last bag in the back of her closet. All of the ingredients and potions were stock in the many drawers her vanity had, along with her make-up on top of it, her shoes were organized and her clothes hanging. Her books were stacked neatly on the bookshelf and her laptop was happily snoozing on her new desk.

Closing the closet door behind her, she started making her way down the stairs just outside of her room. As soon as she got to the second floor she found a line of redheads looking down the stairs banister towards the kitchen.

"What are you guys doing?"

The Weasley children all jumped at her voice and she noticed a new addition to the group, a bushy haired girl was crouching close to Ron.

"Blimey Pan, I thought you were mum." The youngest of the Weasley boys patted his heart.

"Who are you?" The girl looked at her up and down suspiciously as she crossed her arms in front of her pink sweater.

Pan threw her a smile and a wave, "I'm Pan, nice to meet you."

"Ron, stop drooling over our little Andy." Fred spoke up and threw an arm around Pan's shoulders.

Said girl noticed the blush spreading over Ron's face and to the tip of his ears.

Pan elbowed Fred against his ribs softly, "Stop tormenting your brother," She scolded before frowning at the red head, "How do you know people call me Andy?"

"Uumm," Fred looked over at his twin brother, who helplessly shrugged his shoulders and looked away.

Pan gasp quietly, "You were eavesdropping on dad and me. Fred!"

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to see how everything went! And it went great! He absolutely loves you!"

And the older boy was right as he had been the night before. Pan couldn't be mad at him for that, she felt that he was lurking around in case she needed saving. Not that she needed it, but it was nice to know he was there.

Suddenly the door to the kitchen opened and a tall man with a long, white beard stepped out.

"Pan, Hermione, Ron, can the three of you step inside if you will?" His voice was nice and calming, nothing wrong with him.

The three teenagers went down the stairs silently, Hermione, now Pan knew, threw her another look over her shoulder.

When they entered, the kitchen was cramped with people, Hermione and Ron immediately sought chairs next to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Pan, as soon as she saw her dad, she went over. Sirius stood and gave her his seat, standing protectively behind it, a hand on her shoulder. Multiple gasps were heard and a heck of a lot of eyes were on her. Sensing her nervousness, Sirius squeezed her shoulder reassuringly just as Dumbledore took his place in front of the fireplace.

"Thank you children for coming in, and thank you Ms. Halliwell for coming such a long way to help us. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts." The man with the long beard introduced himself, a small smile directed at Pan as he introduced himself to her.

"Nice to meet you." Pan politely said with a nod of her head.

Even louder gasps came from the people around her.

"Halliwell?" Hermione's eyes were wide and bulging. "As in the Warren line? Charmed Ones?" She stuttered as she looked at Pan, her face becoming red.

Dumbledore nodded to the young witch, "You are correct Ms. Granger. Pan is daughter to Phoebe Halliwell and our own Sirius. We need as much help to protect Harry and I believe Pan is the perfect candidate. She will go to Hogwarts as an exchange student, even though she is supposed to attend as a fourth year due to her age but according to some test she took before ending the semester in Magic School, she qualifies as a seventh year student." At that Sirius patted her shoulder proudly. "But we want her next to Harry at all times, so she will start as a fifth year."

"What house will she be in, Professor?" A tall, pale man with scars in his face asked as he exchanged looks with Sirius.

"I'll bring the Sorting Hat next time I come by, Remus."

"I smell Gryffindor for the lass." A man with a huge electric blue eye that swirled around the room before fixing steadily on her said.

"You think so, Moody?" Sirius asked, his smile becoming wider and wider.

"Moody," Dumbledore's quite voice made everybody quite down and pay attention to him. "I would like you to arrange a group of Witches and Wizards to escort Harry here on the night of his birthday."

The man with the eye, Moody, nodded. "Of course, Headmaster."

"Oh, include Pan in the escort."

Another nod.

"Dismissed."

And everybody shuffled out of the kitchen door or disappeared with a loud crack. After everybody had left only Sirius, Pan, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Dumbledore were the only ones remaining in the gloomy kitchen.

"What is wrong Professor?" Hermione asked. "Why are Ron and me here?"

"Are we to join the Order?" Ron asked, excitement shinning in his greenish blue eyes.

Dumbledore chuckled, "I am afraid you are both too young to be in the Order and I doubt your parents will approve of that."

"But she's younger than us and she's in the Order. Why can't we?" Hermione said hotly, a finger pointing at Pan.

"We are in need of Ms. Halliwell, but we are not here to discuss your future enrollment of the Order. I am here to tell you not to give away any information to Harry about what is going on with Voldemort," For some reason everybody flinched at the name. "Or of where you are staying. I'm afraid owls are being intercepted by Death Eaters. Is that understood?" Both teenagers had no other choice than to nod to Dumbledore's orders. "Molly, will you make sure they follow my instructions?"

"Of course Dumbledore." Said Molly as she put a hand on Ron's shoulder.

"That would be all." And Dumbledore disappeared with a crack, leaving a slight echo behind.

"That is not fair." Hermione said as soon as Dumbledore left and stormed out of the kitchen.

Okaaaay?

"C'mon Pan! Please."

"Fine! Just let me tell the girls too."

"Yes! Movies and lunch over at Pan's!" Fred went down the hallway screaming before going up the stairs that led to the attic.

Pan could only roll her eyes at Fred as he disappeared up the steps as she made her way to Ginny and Hermione's room.

"I'm telling you Ginny, there's something wrong about her. She'll probably end up in Slythering most likely." Hermione's voice drifted through the ajar door, stopping Pan in her tracks.

"Hermione, you're over reacting. Pan's pretty cool and the guys love her. I like her."

"But doesn't it seem weird that she just pops out of nowhere and claims to be Sirius's daughter? And that she's a Charmed One at that? She's supposed to be in your year and because of some test, she probably cheated on, is to go and be Harry's bodyguard! That is ridiculous! I bet she pukes after she eats!"

Pan couldn't believe this; this girl knew shit about her to be thinking of her like that! She felt herself grow hot and angry, something that wasn't very good for her powers.

"Don't talk about her like that!" Ginny scolded, "She's the splitting image of Sirius! And she's a Charmed One, that's even more reason for her to be guarding Harry! I can't believe you are so shallow and jealous. You can't always be Miss Perfect, Hermione."

Without warning the door opened and she came face to face with Ginny, over her shoulder Pan saw Hermione staring wide eyed at her.

"Pan!' Ginny exclaimed surprised.

"Hey Ginny, I just wanted to see if you wanted to join your brother's and me to some Muggle movies and lunch in my room?" Pan put on a smile, but couldn't help but make it sickly sweet.

Ginny caught on and smiled back at Pan, "I loved to." She left the room with not a backward glance.

"I'm really sorry you had to hear that." Ginny apologized.

"No worries about it, I'm accustomed to people bitching about me, but usually in my face. I actually appreciate that. But, when they skulk around and talk behind my back, I find that cowardly." Pan said with a smile on her face but in her mind she finished: But it hurts more.

It had been a really good day, apart from the whole Hermione thing, she loved today. But, she couldn't sleep.
Sighing, she got off from her floating bed, careful not to wake up Ginny. Stretching her back, Pan accidentally kicked somebody.

"Where are you going?" Fred groaned as the air returned to his lugs.

"Kitchen, I want some chocolate milk."

Fred rolled over on the side Pan hadn't kicked and whispered over his shoulder, "Be careful, there are things that bump in the night in this house."

Pan smiled in the darkness and made her way around the creaky house and down to the kitchen where something shrieked at the sight of her.

"Mistress! Your back!" Pan saw the house elf clutch her hand and started kissing it, his crooked nose poking it in the process.

The hell?

"Kreacher! Leave her alone!" Sirius voice came sharp from the semidarkness of the kitchen.

The house elf, Kreacher, stepped back and glowered at him, "You can't talk to Kreacher that way anymore you Blood Traitor, Kreacher's mistress is back and some changes are going to happen in the Honorable House of Black."

"What is he talking about?" Pan tried to circle the house elf, only resulting in him hugging her legs.

"I believe he thinks you're my mother back from the dead, you look just like at that age according to some pictures I burned." She couldn't see Sirius expression, but his voice didn't give anything away but she could feel the hatred towards his mother.

"You okay, dad?" She asked in a quiet voice as she tried to get the annoying little elf off from her.

Sirius was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound coming from Pan as she finally got Kreacher off from her and the elf's grunt when he hit the floor and scramble away from her.

"I'm fine sweetie. What's wrong? Why are you up so late?" His voice was smooth, gentle; nothing to give away.

"I can't sleep; I came looking for a cup of chocolate milk." She explained as she took a seat close to Sirius.

"Accio mug," From one of the cabinets a light blue mug settled in front of her, he tapped the mug with his wants and the clink of ice cubes made Pan peer into her mug.

"How you know I like my chocolate milk cold?"

Sirius tapped his nose and gave her a wink, "I work in mysterious ways, love."

Pan smiled and sipped her chocolate milk slowly and both father and daughter spoke quietly of everything and nothing, just enjoying one another for the first time in their lives.

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