They walked down the second floor. Harry looked to each side. Here was more dust and quite a few spiderwebs overall. On the walls there were paintings of the Black Familymembers, all sleeping, snorring slightly. At the edge was an old Armor and everything was dark grey and green. It was gloomy and kind of dark. Harry sighed a little. Sirius chuckled.

"Yeah I know, it's a little dusty and run down, again I am sorry about that."

Harr shook his head, pointing at the painting with a stern stiff looking women in medieval clothing.

"No it's not that, It just..." He sighed again. He didn't want to make his godfather feel bad at any level. "You know what, it's nothing." Sirius stopped turning to Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder. Harry felt a little comfort by it, this seemed to be Sirius way of connecting to him.

"Harry, look at me." Harry's green gaze turned up and he looked into the grey glistening eyes of the older man. The ex-convict smiled at him, before nodding.

"Harry, this is your house too now. You have as much say in it as I do. I want you to be comfortable here, for this to be at ease and feel home here. Please tell me, what is wrong."

Harry looked around, looked at the dark wood, the gothic paintings, the rundown carpet and took a deep breath.

"It...It feels so grim and depressing, dark and brooding. Like the house of a vampire you know?" Sirius chuckled a little.

"That's rich." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Sirius waved his hand still chuckling.

"Oh nothing, my grandfather hated vampires. Non-dying creatures with no line of succession you know? He would have flipped if he knew his house looked like a vampire home." Sirius laughed a little louder, startling the nearest paintings. A little grumbling was heard from them for a moment before they rested down again.

Then Sirius looked around looking at the same things Harry saw.

"So, what would you like this to be? We can change it easily, no problem at all." He smiled at his godson, who in turn looked unconvinced.

"Are you sure?" Sirius winked at him, cracking a lopsided smile, still his hand resting on the shoulder of the boy.

"Well, I don't give a damn about my family legacy and we are the second richest wizard family in the UK so yeah, really no problem with that. Your happiness is the most important thing for me. Everything else comes second."

Harry felt the sting of tears in his eyes. He had NEVER been the single most important anything to anyone. His breathing got unsteady while he fought the urge to cry out of Happiness. Sirius grin faltered, and he blinked.

"I-I am s-sorry, I didn't mean to upset you H-Harry." Harry shook his head, wiping the tears out of his eyes while sniffing a little.

"No, it just...no one has ever done something like this for me."

"Oh, Harry." His godfather whispered pulling the boy into a hug. Now he couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He gripped into the robes of Sirius and started crying, just a little bit. It didn't take him long to regain his composure and he stepped back.

"S-Sorry." But Sirus smiled, shaking his head.

"It's okay, I am here for you, always." Again Harry swipped his face, blinking the last tears away and readjusting his glasses. Sirius threw his arm around Harry's shoulder and he looked down the corridor.

"So what do you want to do with the place?" He asked, grinning while his arm waved around to pull in the room. Harry thought for a moment.

"I would love this to feel comfy, to feel warm you know like...like the Gryffindor Common Room you know? Warm colours and so on. Not stuffy but you know like something you want to come home to. This feels like...like the cupboard." Sirius raised his eyebrow at the boy.

"Cupboard?" Harry winced a little, he had let something slip.

"It's nothing." Sirius still looked at him concern in his eyes and Harry sighed.

"Up until I came back from my first year at Hogwarts I lived in the cupboard under the stairs." Sirius blinked for a moment.

"T-That is a synonym for something right?" Sirius asked with a quivering voice. Harry shook his head.

"No, I lived under the stairs. Well, my bed was there." Sirius' face turned slightly purple and he grasped in his robes searching for his wand.

"I will KILL these bastards, I will that is." Harry stopped him from stomping away holding on to his arm.

"NO!" Sirius stopped at the despread sound in Harry's voice, turning back to the shivering boy.

"Please don't go. I want them out of m-my life, I don't want you to go back to A-Azkaban for THEM. I just, Please can we leave that behind us?" Sirius sighed and his arms dropped down looking at this lost child. The had really damaged the boy. Even as a wizard and having starred down Voldemort before, the evilest and second most powerful Wizard in the World, this boy was afraid, to this day not by that, not by his future but by his relatives.

Sirius kneeled down, hugging the boy again. This time, the tears came out of his eyes too, while he held on to this wonderful gift his best friends had given their lives for to protect and there at that moment, he swore to himself, he would NEVER leave the boy alone ever. He had sworn this to himself before but this time, it felt different. They held each other, Harry shacking and quivering slightly. None said a word to the other, just sobs and hoarse breathing.

Finally, Harry pulled back, slowly still rubbing his face. Sirius also cleared his face, smiling.

"We will make this the brightest and most comfortable place in the UK. We will start tomorrow morning." Harry nodded, smiling weakly.

"C-Come let's move on, we don't want to disturb the paintings too much." The boy grinned slightly, walking on. Before he round a corner, Sirius stopped him.

"We...shouldn't go that way." He said his face scrunching. Harry raised his eyes curiously.

"Why not?" Sirius sighed, shaking his head.

"Around there is the house-elf wall." Now more curiosity was shown in Harry's face.

"House-elf wall?" Sirius nodded, turning his godson around towards the stairs.

"Yes, see...my family wasn't...the nicest out there. A lot of dark magic and all. Grandfather was okay but the rest, nutjobs. See there was this tradition, when a house-elf died, they would mount his head on the wall."

"Ewww!" Harry exclaimed looking over his shoulder to the corner again.

"Why would anyone do THAT?" Sirius shook his head, shrugging.

"I have no idea. Something along the line of service for all eternity or something like that. I don't know, but it is a savage thing and I don't want you to see it. I will get rid of them tomorrow, the first thing of all." Harry nodded, then he looked up.

"Please bury them." Sirius blinked for a moment. House-elves usually did not get buried. They were burned or in some ugly families they were thrown out with the trash, but one look of his godson's eyes and Sirius crumbled. He nodded.

"Will do." Sirius agreed with a small smile.

"Thanks."

For a while, they just walked together, looking around, Sirius arm still around Harry's shoulders. With his other hand, he waved his wand around banishing spiderwebs and other smaller things. They came to a door, just opposite the stairs on the third floor and Sirius stopped.

"This was my room, now it's yours." He smiled, opening the door.

Behind it was utter chaos. Broken furniture, scorch marks, a destroyed bed, ripped posters. Harry blinked surprised. Sirius frowned.

"What th..Kreacher!" He yelled a little. With a pop, the house-elf appeared next to him.

"Yes My Lord?" He looked over the room and winced slightly. Sirius pointed into the room.

"What happened here?" The house-elf lowered his gaze.

"After Lord Sirius Black left the house for the home of Family Potter, my Lady Black was unhappy. My Lady stated she wouldn't stand the room of her...of her son the betrayer and destroyed it." Stating that his new Lord was a betrayer made the short elf wince and he slammed his head against the door frame. Harry gasped slightly and his features got worried.

"Kreacher was still cleaning the master bedroom and wasn't here yet. Bad Kreacher." Again the house-elf swung his head back to slam it into the doorframe but Harry grabbed him and pulled him back. The house-elf looked up at the boy startled.

"K-Kreacher, am I allowed to give you orders?" Harry asked carefully and slowly. The elf nodded, fiddling with the corner of his pillowcase.

"Oh yes, Heir Black sir. Harry Potter is part of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black and Kreacher is his loyal servant." Harry looked up at his godfather, who raised an eyebrow, curious about what would happen.

Harry nodded to himself pointing at the elf.

"Kreacher, I hereby order you to never punish yourself again. If you think you have to punish yourself, you come to me." The elf blinked looking at the boy.

"But, But elves do punish themselves. That is how it is done."

Harry sighed, looking up at Sirius for help. The man smirked, leaning down. "Are elves to disobey their master's orders?" He asked. Kreacher shrieked. "No, NEVER. Kreacher has been a bad elf." Again he turned to the door frame, haltering, his eyes darting around. He was obviously in an argument in his head, what he should do. Harry kneeled down next to him. "Kreacher." The elf turned his back straight, like a little soldier. "From now on, I will be dealing with your punishment, are we clear?" The elf needed a moment, then he nodded eagerly.

"Yes, Heir Black. Kreacher does understand." Harry rose to his feet, smiling. "Good. You may return to the master bedroom." Said Sirius, smiling at the happy features of his godson. The elf bowed and disappeared.

"What is it with you and elves?" Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

Harry sighed, stepping into the room and looking around. There were posters of Quidditch player, old and torn on the walls, books burned and slashed and clothes on the floor.

"I know an elf, Dobby." Sirius raised stepped in too, closing the door.

"He was the Malfoys House-elf and they...you know, they were really mean to him. Af-After being practically a house-elf for thirteen years myself, I couldn't just stand by. So I tricked Lucius Malfoy into setting him free and I feel bad for Kreacher." Sirius smiled at his godson, placing again his hand on his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly.

"You handle him with more respect. Elves...are complicated and love to work and serve, but you want to treat them fairly and not cruel and I like that. We will be better to him than my parents were." Harry nodded, looking around.

"Your family was pretty bad wasn't it?" Sirius winced a little, then he nodded.

"Yeah, kind of. Mom was batshit crazy and my dad was really cruel, and I hated it here. The only thing that stopped them was my grandfather. He was the only one of my family I liked, but he was manipulative and tried to form me to be the next to him, but he was never cruel or downright evil to me. Well, he and two of my cousins but the rest was all dark and just...bad. So, when I was still in school, I ran away and lived with your dad. Your grandfather was a pretty awesome man, he took me in as a son and was pretty nice to me. After that, I didn't speak too much with my family. Cissy got married and Andy, well we had a little contact but I was more focused on my new family. Grandfather tried a few times to reach out to me, but I always rebuffed him." Harry placed his hand on the one of Sirius and squeezed.

"I'm sorry you had such a rough childhood, if you want us to leave, if this house is bad for you, just say so." Sirius smiled, shaking his head.

"It's okay Prongslet." It came out easily and Harry blinked.

"Prongslet?" Sirius winked and smirked at him.

"Well, when we were the Marauders, back in school, we all had a nickname. James was Prongs. I thought since you are his son..."

Harry smiled, whispering the name himself.

"Prongslet, I like it. What was your name?"

"Padfoot." Harry raised his gaze grinning.

"Ahhh, Lupin was Moony, right?" Sirius looked surprised.

"How do you?"

Now it was Harry's turn to smirk.

"You called him that in the evening in the tunnel. Also, I had your map." Sirius whistled.

"That's oddly fitting. Okay, let's see what we can do with Prongslet's lair." He winked again. He raised his wand swinging it around. Tears closed themselves, books flew together and sorted themselves into the bookshelves. The post of the bed stood up by itself and lifted the frame with itself. Curtains stitched themselves together and burns were sucked out of the carpet. After a few seconds, it was a clean and sorted room. Harry smiled, no matter how often he saw magic, he loved it every time, but Sirius clicked his tongue.

"Yeah, clean but not good enough." Again he swung his wand and the colours all around the room changed. Green rippled to red, black to gold. The bed turned into a canopy bed with red and golden drapes. The Snakes around the room shifted and golden lions appeared instead. The dark wooden floor shifted and thick carpets with warm colours appeared as well. After a moment, it looked like the Gryffindor dorm room. Harry's smile widened.

"You like it?" Harry turned to nod eagerly.

"I love it." Sirius smiled back at him, clapping on his shoulder.

"Very well I-" A pop interrupted the tall man when Kreacher appeared again in the room. He bowed deeply.

"My Lord, Heir Black, there is a guest in the hall." Sirius turned, frowning a little.

"Who would come here at that point of the night. I don't think it is widely announced already that there is a new Lord Black." He spoke to himself. Kreacher rose from the bow.

"Lady Malfoy wishes for an audience my Lord."

Harry frowned. What does Draco's mother want from Sirius?

The stairs squeaked slightly underneath their feet when Harry followed Sirius downstairs. His eyes were on the back of his godfathers head, the dark long hair flowing with every step. Why was Malfoy's mother here? What could she want from Sirius? Harry never had trusted that family at all, all the things they had done. That woman was responsible for the way Malfoy was, she raised him. Harry scrunched his face at the thought, his hand slightly on the handrail, brushing over it over so lightly.

"Sirius, what does Draco's mother want from you?" Harry couldn't keep his worry out of his voice.

His godfather turned his head, looking at him with worry himself.

"I have no idea. She is my cousin. We talked this morning but I haven't seen her apart from that for twelve years and even before not really. I have no clue."

Harry nodded, frowning in thought. They made their way down to the main hall and both raised their gaze at the person standing in the middle of the hall, dripping onto the crest on the carpet.

Drenched by the rain, her blond and black her hung down her face, dishevelled. She wore a black dressing robe, completely soaked. Her pale fingers wrenched around each other while her gaze was fixated on the floor in front of her feet. When she heard the footsteps and squeaks of the stairs, her eyes rose, meeting Harry and Sirius.

Narcissa Malfoys eye left eye was red and puffy, while the right one was hidden behind her hair. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line and she squinted slightly at the two of them. She looked miserable and was shaking and shivering. Sirius picked up his pace a notch, running down the stairs, Harry followed carefully.

Black reached his cousin, putting a hand on her shoulder, worry in his gaze.

"Cissy what is...oh my god you are shaking like a leave. KREACHER!" The house-elf popped into view, next to Harry. He still held a duster in his hand.

"How can I serve Lord Black?" Sirius turned his head, pointing and signalling.

"Heat the hearth in the sitting room. And bring towels, find my cousin something dry to wear and make a warm soup but first take her to the bathroom, she needs a warm shower!" He stated firmly. Narcissa raised her hands, waving, her eyes flicking over to Harry.

"No Sirius I-" Harry's godfather turned, shaking his head at her. "No buts, you get sick if you stay like this. Warm up and we will talk after that. Now go or do I must order you as Lord Black?" There was a little sternness in his voice and Harry tensed slightly. For a moment it seemed like Draco's mother would argue with him but then she let her head hang slightly, shaking it. Kreacher stepped closer.

"Follow Kreacher, Lady Malfoy please, this way." He bowed leading her up the stairs. When she came across Harry her eyes raised for a short moment, then she looked down again. Harry turned to look after her when she climbed the stairs, then he turned to Sirius.

His godfather sighed, rubbing his forehead, his gaze uncertain. He raised his hand looking apologetic.

"I'm sorry Harry, this evening should be about you." Harry sighed, shaking his head while he stepped closer.

"No, Sirius it's okay. She looked like she really needed help and with that weather." He pointed to a window and right on cue, another roll of thunder cracked outside. "I wouldn't set anyone outside."

Sirius smiled when he stepped closer too. Harry was a good soul. Kind and caring. He like that, he liked it a lot. He placed his hand on his shoulder, warmth spreading through Harry's body.

"You are a good guy Harry, you know that right?" A slight blush appeared on Harry's cheek and he cast his eyes down, not being able to hold eye contact. Being complimented this way was weird for him. He mumbled a little bit after a moment.

"Oh, yeah no it's okay. She really looked sad, you know?" Sirius nodded, turning his godson to the sitting room, walking him over. In front of the door, he smirked.

"You wouldn't send anyone out into this weather?" He too pointed at the window. Harry shook his head, again blushing slightly.

"How about Snape?" That cracked a smile on the young boys face and he snorted before answering.

"Well, every rule needs an exception don't you think?" Sirius chuckled, ruffling Harry's hair. They made their way inside. The fire was already crackling and they sat down at the couch together. Both uncertain who they would do this there was a little awkward distance between the two of them. The fire crackling was the only thing filling the silence for a while. Kreacher came back to state Lady Malfoy was under the shower and he had found her clothing. He also brought them drinks, Pumpkin Juice for Harry and a Firewhiskey for Sirius. For a while, they just drank a little bit.

"Why do you think she is here?" Harry finally asked, putting down his glass. Sirius stirred his whiskey for a moment, thinking about it.

"I don't really know. I have a hunch but I don't want to say. This is Cissy's story to tell." Harry turned his head at the notion of the nickname. He tilted his head slightly.

"Cissy?" Sirius sighed, looking into his glass.

"When we were younger, we saw each other quite often. Family meetings and so on. She is my cousin. Well her older sister picked on her quite often and well, I tried to protect her, even though I was the younger of the two of us. Andy could stand up for herself to Bellatrix, but Cissy, yeah, she was a little shy back then." Sirius gave him a little smile reminiscing about the times he stopped Bella from teasing her little sister. It was weird, thinking back to these times before all the darkness was there. Even Bellatrix hadn't been the maniac when she had been a child. Maybe a little quirky and a little bit of a bully, but still she hadn't tortured animals or something like that.

Harry raised an eyebrow looking towards the door for a moment.

"She was shy? She didn't strike me like that." Sirius took a swig and shook his head.

"Oh no, that changed quite a lot when she came to school. She turned from the shy timid girl to the ice queen of Slytherin. Lucius gave her quite some confidence I think. Anyways at that time, I wasn't at school yet, so I didn't know really. Just, after I ended up in Gryffindor and was friends with your dad and Remus, she stopped talking to me completely. She never insulted me or something like that but we just didn't speak to each other. She had already left the school when I ran away to live with your Dad and well, I think the last time we spoke was when I was eleven." Sirius features darkened a little when he thought about it. He never really thought about it and only now he realized he and Narcissa hadn't talked to each other for thirty years.

"Yet when I met her this morning I just, the nickname slid in right away, you know? I offered her the protection of House Black, if she would ever need it, well more did it because I did the same thing for her sister Andy, but to me, she is still somewhat that shy girl from back then who couldn't look a person in the eye without blushing and stumbling over her words." A vague smile formed around Sirius' lips while he looked into the fire. Harry was enthralled by the look of his godfather. This calm and quiet side was something new to him. Harry was startled when a second voice rose at the door.

"I remember you still as the boy who would yell at Bella when she took away my teddy bear." Harry and Sirius turned their heads to the source of it. Narcissa Malfoy stood there, her black and white hair dry, still hanging over one side of her face. She wore plain but warm-looking robes and had folded her hands in front of herself. There was a smile on her face the first Harry had ever seen in the woman's face. Yes, he had seen her only a few times, at the platform or that one time at Flourish and Blotts. Her face had always been a sneer of disgust or just a cold stare. This was the first time he saw something like warmth in her face. Sirius rose to his feet.

"Cissy." She walked over, taking a seat in one of the armchairs. She sighed when she sat down, folding her hands in front of her again. Sirius sat down again himself. Harry, noticing the unease of his godfather, took his hand for a moment and squeezed it. Narcissa looked at the scene and a smirk appeared on her face, making Harry blush hard.

Sirius took a moment, then he leaned forward.

"Cissy, what is going on?" Her hands clamped down a little harder together. She looked into the hearth for a moment, her eyes glistening in the light of the fire. Then she sighed, her head hanging a little.

"Lord Black, I...I seek the p-protection of House Black." She stated for a moment firmly. Sirius blinked surprised, his mouth going a little open. For a moment he needed to recollect himself. Harry didn't seem to need that.

"And we will help you if we can." Narcissa turned her head, raising an eyebrow. Harry faltered a little turning to Sirius nervously.

"I-If that is all right like that S-Sirius." Sirius couldn't be more proud and a wide smile appeared on his face. A good heart indeed.

"Of course Prongslet." He side-hugged Harry for a moment before he returned to his cousin.

"You have our protection. Now tell me, cousin, what is this about?" Narcissa again sighed, taking a deep breath.

"Lucius and I had a pretty big fight. He was very unhappy with Draco not being the Black heir. He had planned for years, to clamp down on the title and the fortune and now it was all out of reach for him. So much of his future planning revolved around that, he groomed Draco to become the next Lord Black. Draco wasn't happy himself, but he mostly stuck in his room, avoiding the fight. We yelled a lot, pretty nasty things. Lucius...he." Tears glistened in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. "He said the only reason he married me, the only reason h-he had courted me had been for the Black n-name." More tears ran down her cheek. Sirius was frozen.

"He said he didn't love me and now I was worthless and he was stuck with m-me. I knew always w-we hadn't had the most perfect love a-and all of that but this." She waved her hands to the sides and Harry felt a sting in his heart. Being cast aside, being said you were worthless, you were not loved, he could relate to that quite well. He wanted to get up, wanted to do something. This was a stranger but he didn't want her to cry.

Sirius looked like he was about to explode. In his head, he ripped Lucius into tiny pieces. Fury rushed through him and all the years when Narcissa wouldn't talk to him, being cold, they all were washed away. More tears dwelled form her eyes but she still didn't look at Harry.

"T-Then I t-t-told him about th-the cancellation of the betrothal contract and he..." She choked on her words, holding her hand over her mouth to stop a sob. Sirius couldn't hold himself on the couch any longer. He swiftly stepped over kneeling in front of his cousin. Her shaking hand was picked up by him trembling.

"What happened, Cissy?" He asked in a low voice, careful, not wanting to spook her. Her free hand clamped down at the hair in front of her face, like a comb, before she shook her head.

"Cissy." Sirius stated sadly. Then he reached up and brushed her hair out of her face. His eyes went wide and he dragged air through his nose. Narcissa's right eye was dark and swollen. Around it was a dark purple and yellow smudged bruise. Sirius jumped to a stand, fury burning through his body. When before it had been a fire now he was a tornado of flames and hate inside of his body. Harry's breath hissed through his teeth, when he got up, slowly walking over. He kneeled where Sirius had just kneeled, picking up the same hand. She shrieked for a moment, but he just shook his head and smiled at her.

The room started rumbling. Glasses rattled and the fire flickered. An arching sound like the strain of wood went through the room and Harry looked up at his godfather. His hands were curled to fists, his face was white like a sheet and his eye was twitching.

"I will kill that bastard." The room sounded more strained while Sirius Magic swirled more up.

"Sirius" Harry called out quietly.

"He, I will rip him to shreds and." Sirius stomped up and down.

"Sirius!" Harry stated louder, while Narcissa shook violently.

"I will-"

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, stopping his godfather dead in his tracks. He turned to look at the young boy who in return nodded towards Narcissa. Sirius sighed, stepping back, kneeling next to him.

"I am sorry Cissy." Narcissa sniffled, trying her hardest to regain her composure, but failed and finally lurched forward, into Sirius' arms. He caught her with an uff, and for a few minutes, he rubbed the back of her head while she sobbed into his shoulder. He felt his shoulder dampen by the tears and tried to speak to her soothingly. Harry kneeled next to him, unsure what to do, but he placed his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it a little awkward.

After a while, the sobs ebbed down and Narcissa scooted back. Her hand wiped over her puffy eyes wincing slightly when she brushed the swollen one.

"S-Sorry about that." She whispered, sitting back at the armchair.

Sirius waved it off, shrugging slightly.

"No need Cissy, no need at all." He smiled at her and offered her a handkerchief. She smiled sadly taking it.

"Thank you." she whispered, then turned to Harry, a small smile still on her face.

"To you too." Harry rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward, dealing with his enemies mother.

"Don't mention it." He rose to his feet and returned to his pumpkin juice. Sirius kept kneeling. He smiled for a moment at his godson, who tried his hardest to be interested in the hearth flames. Then he turned.

"Cissy, you don't have to go back, if you don't want to. I will sort it out, you know that right?" Narcissa sniffed hard, holding back her tears again.

"I...I don't w-want to see that man ever again." She croaked out. Harry raised his head, looking over to her with a warm smile. While he had a problem stating what he wanted, he would not turn someone in need away.

"Sirius, could she stay with us? Know the house is so big, I mean you know, I just thought, as long as you want Lady M-Malfoy." Sirius smiled again. His godson had such a good heart, it was heartwarming for him.

"He is right Cissy. Tonight I insist you stay with us and after that as long as you want to." He said firmly but with a sweet voice. Narcissa nodded, again softly smiling.

"Thank you, Siri." Black's face light up when she used his own childhood nickname for the first time in thirty years. He hugged her again shortly, then he rose to his feet.

"Okay, you stay here with us and then tomorrow we will plan how to go on. I will get you a nullification of your marriage if you want me to." Narcissa shook a little, then she shook her head and nodded it at the same time.

"I...I don't know yet, I need time to think about it. I...what about Draco?"

Silence fell over the room, while Harry winced a little. He looked over to his godfather, who looked back at him. Harry's hand shook a little. He could feel fear creeping up the back of his mind. He so not wanted Draco Malfoy to come here, to live with him, but he was afraid of saying that. What if Sirius brushed it aside? What if Sirius wanted his own family to be more important? What if he realized he had more important things to do and send him back to the Dursley's?

Sirius saw the shaking hands of his godson saw the fear in his eyes, staring at him wide-eyed and panicked.

"We...Cissy, we will see what we can do, but...I don't want Harry to feel uncomfortable here. I have seen over the last year when I watched Hogwarts...Harry and he don't get along quite well."

Narcissa lowered her head, looking at her knees and nodded. Sirius placed his hand on her shoulder, thinking in a different way.

"We have more than just Grimmauld Place, you know that. You stay here with us until we get Draco away from Lucius and then you two move into one of the other estates. What do you think?" Narcissa's eyes light up and she looked up at her cousin, her hands trembling again.

"You would do that for us? After all these years?" She whispered tears again in the corners of her eyes. He smiled, looking at Harry. The boy looked more at ease at the notion he wouldn't live with his rival.

"I do everything for those I love."