They had walked a while after their encounter with the drunken Bulgarian and no one really spoke. They had all seen the twitch in Sirius' eyes. Harry kept close to his godfather, thinking about the things he had endured over the years. He never talked about it not once had he spoken about what Azkaban had been like, had not said a word about what a misery it had to have been there. He had kept it all bottled up inside of him and Harry was worried that the bottle was under a lot of strain. After walking a little bit, Sirius suddenly stopped looking back at the others. He saw the look on their faces. A guilty expression rose to his own one and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry about that back there. I, That wasn't okay."

Professor McGonagall stepped forward a stern look on her face. She placed hands on both Susans and Nevilles shoulders. It was apparent they were now dealing with the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.

"That was absolutely not okay Mr Black. No matter what the man said, that was out of line. Attacking someone, a guest in our country none the less. You would get detention for that if you would still be my student." She firmly stated staring at him. Sirius duck his head a little. He had been subject to the disapproving stare of Minerva McGonagall more times in his life than he could count, but still to this day it was somewhat unnerving to him. James had always just shrugged and moved on, not caring for it but he had dealt with it not so well. He liked the old head of house Gryffindor and while her being mad was worrisome it was more her disappointment that struck closer to his core. Of course, it had never stopped him to search for new ways to get into trouble, the moment he left her office.

He and the Marauders were proud to have broken almost every school rule there was, at least those that didn't get you expelled and even a few of these. The only rule, they never got around was no boys in the girl's dormitories and Merlin had they tried. Especially Sirius and James, for different reasons. James because of Lily of course and Sirius because of well, every other girl there was.

So like an instinct Sirius duck his head and muttered the words he had said so often before.

"Sorry, Aunt Minnie." The older woman huffed. He had called her that since his second year when the domestic horror of Walburga Black had turned worse and she had coaxed it out of the black-haired boy. She said she didn't approve of the name, said it wasn't okay for a student to call a teacher that way but in secret, she always felt herself glow when the young Sirius Black had called her that, something the boy in question had figured out rather quickly. After they had graduated he had stopped calling her anything else.

"Sirius, you are a little old to call me this way. Also, I just know there is no hope for you." But she was somewhat smiling while she said it, breaking the tension the entire group had found themselves in. Sirius smirked, his hand on Harry's shoulder, winking at his old head of House.

"Awww, you love that name Aunt Minnie, you know you do." He cooed making the old woman stare at him. She was fully aware there were three students around who listened to every word. So she turned her back to the grinning Black and turned to Susan and Neville.

"Don't take him as a role model. He is uncorrectable." She said, trying her best not to smile at the fake-hurt gasp behind herself. Neville nodded, he had to much respect for his head of House for that. Susan being a Hufflepuff had less connection to Professor McGonagall but she didn't want to fall from grace, so she nodded. The Transfiguration teacher turned with a nod, staring at the smirking Sirius who was whispering into Harry's ear, making the boy grin gleefully. Her eyes fell on Narcissa who watched the whole scene with a raised eyebrow.

"Miss Black, would you kindly lead us to your tent?" She asked ignoring the chuckles from godfather and godson. Narcissa turned with a nod and they walked on. Around them, the tents turned bigger and better in quality when they came close to the rich part of the camping site. Some had flag poles in front of their tents, showing off the colours and crests of their houses. Sirius snorted at that, who would do such a pompous thing and saw house Nott, House Abbott, House Goyle and many others.

After a few minutes, they reached a big green and onyx tent.

Sirius groaned when he looked up at the flagpole

"Really Cissy? Really?" He asked staring at the enormous Flag, presenting the Black Crest. Narcissa just smirked, raising her eyebrow.

"We are the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, we have to represent. Do you want me to raise the Peverell-Flagg too or will you be quiet, Lord Black? Also, remember what I said about groaning in public!"

Sirius sighed and shook his head. With what horrible act did he deserve such a cousin? He smirked thinking about all the girls he had strung along over the years and all the trouble he had caused in school, walking into the tent. Narcissa had made a point buying a new one since the old Black tent hadn't been used for about a century. From the outside, it had about the size of a circus tent but the inside was enormous. The floor was covered with thick carpets and there were inner walls in the room, parting it into different rooms. In the centre were a few couches under a big chandelier. There was even a gallery for a second floor, where more rooms were available. Harry stepped in, his mouth open while he stared around. Even after years, he thought, this was still amazing. He turned his head, grinning widely at Sirius.

"I love magic!" He started smiling. His godfather smirked back at him. The others piled into the tent, looking rather impressed. The settled in, everyone got their own room on the second floor, with a real bed and everything. Harry noticed with a smirk while everything else was onyx and green, his room was dark blue and silver and a large Peverell Crest was on the back wall. He just knew Narcissa put it there on purpose. He asked himself if her room was similar, but yet again no one was allowed in her room. There were even two bathrooms, one for the males, one for the ladies. This wasn't camping, this was basically having a House out here. He walked down the gallery, looking around when he noticed three people walking into the tent, people he knew.

"Sirius! Narcissa, we have guests!" He called out while descending the stairs and walking over. He stretched out his hand while walking.

"Lord Greengrass, welcome. Please come in." The older Lord shook his hand, with a firm grip and a stern look in his eyes. Harry turned to the other two, his daughters.

"Miss Greengrass, welcome."

Astoria the younger girl of the Greengrass family was a year younger than himself, with green eyes and braided brown hair. She wore a dress in the colours of his house and curtsied before stretching out her hand, letting him take it an plant his lips on her knuckles. Narcissa had dedicated a full session of her lessons on etiquette only on what greeting was used when. This seemed like a rather formal visit so he did what was right at this moment. He then turned to the other Greengrass daughter.

They were in the same grade, but he hadn't much contact with the oldest daughter and heiress of House Greengrass. Daphne was thin, with a straight back and slim shoulders. Her posture was spotless, long pale arms with delicate fingers folded in front of herself. Her neck was tilted slightly, skin like marble. Over one shoulder hung a braid of blond silklike hair and she had the same dark green eyes like her sister and her father. Her lips were full and red, her features even and delicate. She wore the same dress her sister wore, only she filled out the upper chest area a little more. She looked head to toe, like the daughter of one of the most important houses in all of Britain, the Ice-Queen of Slytherin and a smaller version of Narcissa Black. She was breathtaking, noticed Harry, confirming the many rumours around the school. In the ranking of girls in the boy's dormitories she was somewhere on the top, maybe highest there was. Harry had never paid a lot of attention to these rankings but Seamus did and he was rather vocal in his opinions.

"Heiress Greengrass, welcome." He bowed and she curtsied like her sister and stretched out her delicate hand. Harry picked it up noticing that it was, in fact, a little cold, probably due to the wind outside, yet how fitting for the ice-queen. Her face bore an expression that would have been a smile but it looked more like it was trained than real emotion.

"Thank you, Lord Peverell, very kind." Harry stepped back, waving to the couches.

"Please, sit, be our guests, would you like something to drink?" They made their way over to the couches and sat down. Harry kept standing to wait for an answer when Daphne's green eyes turned to him.

"A glass of water would be nice if it isn't too much of a bother."

"Of course not. One moment please." Harry smiled politely with a small bow and turned to the kitchen, getting a glass and a bottle of water from the cooling box. He returned just in time seeing Lord Greengrass kiss Narcissa's knuckels as he had done for Astoria and Daphne. Sirius stood next to her, now wearing a proper Lord robe, even though a little scrunched like he had thrown it on rather quickly. Harry walked over placing the bottle and glass on the table next to the Greengrass Heiress. He filled the glass halfway, setting the bottle down again.

"Your water Mylady." He said with a soft voice, sitting down in the armchair to her right. She turned, raising an eyebrow.

"Thank you, Lord Peverell. A normal Lord would have simply called an house-elf, not leaving his guests alone." She stated and Harry wasn't sure what to make of this comment, so he stuck to the truth.

"Maybe. Miss Black taught me it would be proper to bring a lady her drink. On the other hand, Miss Black also informed me not to argue with a lady, so I apologies for that faupax."

Again Daphnes eyebrow rose a little and she took a sip from her glass, before setting it down again.

"Miss Black seems to be a wise witch." Then her eyes rose over Harry's head and widened ever so slightly. Harry turned his head and had to hold in a chuckle at the sight of Professor McGonagall in her dress. The stern witch, being in this ridiculous outfit had popped out the first reaction from Daphne in the entire time he had seen her. Not even during dinner, she had once let him see her real emotions.

Harry rose to his feet, remembering his manners quickly.

"Professor, please take a seat." He pointed towards the one he had sat in, next to Daphne, before stepping back. The older woman smiled at him sitting down next to her student.

"Miss Greengrass, I hope your summer has been delightful." Minerva McGonagall smiled a little, seeing one of her brightest students. Not right up there with Miss Granger, but a close second. The girl gave her a curt nod and one of the cold smiles Minerva didn't really like. It was to trained, to fake.

"Yes, thank you, Professor. My summer has been very well and yours?"

Minerva nodded slowly picking up a teacup from the tray Kreacher just set down on the table. Apparently, Narcissa had called him the moment she heard guests. After taking a sip she set it down again.

"Oh yes, Miss Greengrass. The summer is always a time to calm down, without the business of school every day. I got up to write a small research paper and finished the visits to all the muggle-born families who have their first child in Hogwarts this year." She smiled a little. Showing their world to new people always made her happy. The wonder and awe of magic was something wizarding families were lacking. And she had the firm opinion they should be more humble in their use of the fine art.

Daphnes smile didn't change and she nodded, taking a sip from her glass again. Then she spoke again.

"I'm glad to hear that. Would it be possible for me to read your research paper? I'm sure it would be interesting." With every other student, Minerva would have thought that was a suck-up to a teacher. Okay every other than Miss Granger, but Miss Greengrass had the same hunger for knowledge, she only disguised it more successful. So she nodded.

"Of course Miss Greengrass."

"Thank you, Professor." Then her eyes turned up, towards the still standing Harry. He had kept standing. It was okay for an Heir to stand at these moments, the old tradition of protecting the guests had survived in that etiquette. In reality, he didn't want to sit down right now. Sitting could be weird at the moment, feeling wrong. Also, he thought about food, but not the food he normally ate. He wanted a weird combination of pickles and vanilla ice cream. He sighed a little. Ever since he had bound with the phoenix egg he had started having strange urges. Sometimes he was restless, then he was tired for no reason and more often than not he wanted the strangest food combinations. He half listened to Sirius and Lord Greengrass talking about a certain bill that would be placed in Wizengamott in its next session about the floo network. He really didn't care, that wasn't a subject he considered interesting, but he was certain Narcissa would handle it for him. The next session was while he was at school anyway. Sirius looked surprisingly interested. He would never say it but he probably liked the ins and outs of politics.

"Lord Peverell, may I ask you a question?" Daphnes aloft voice was perfectly modulated. It pulled him out of his thoughts with a little startled.

Harry turned his emerald eyes down, looking into her dark green once and nodded. "Of course Heiress Greengrass. How can help you?"

She raised her hand, pointing with her long elegant finger at his upper body. Harry noticed her long fingernails perfectly manicured and clean.

"Is everything all right? You were holding your chest the entire time and, I hope I don't intrude, but you have something on it." Harry looked down, realising he had cradled the egg with his left hand, rubbing it affectionately. He lowered it quickly a blush rising to his cheeks. He quickly shook his head.

"Oh yes, that, no that's all right. A potion I tried turned out wrong making this a sour place at the moment. But it will fade away apparently in a month or so before school, but thank you for your concern." He quickly added at the end, trying to keep up. His hand begged to return to his chest to pet and cradle the warm small egg. He forced himself to let it stay down.

Daphne only again raised her eyebrow.

"I am terribly sorry to hear Lord Peverell. I hope you will recover soon."

He nodded, thanking her for her compassion.

"What potion were you trying to make Lord Peverell? I'm rather intrigued because I never heard about a potion that would create a bulb lasting for a month." Her face didn't move, the cold smile never leaving her face. Harry blinked, a little startled. The girl was smart that he knew from class but she was sneaky too. She questioned him without being impolite or improper.

"Oh yeah, that is a potion from the Black Library. I am terribly sorry, but I can't indulge in family secrets, Miss Greengrass." The girls smile for the first time in the entire time she had been in Harrys presents turned a little bit of warm and real. So Potter or more like Peverell did have teeth. While falling back on family secrets was a little bit dull as an answer it made it impossible for her to dig deeper for an answer. Every question in the direction of this ugly lump on his chest would be improper and not acceptable. He had fended off a little clumsy but well when she had thought she could catch him on the wrong foot. There was a mystery and if Daphne Greengrass liked one thing that would be solving puzzles.

The Greengrass family stayed for a while and there had been other visitors over the afternoon. Lord and Lady Abbott with their daughter Hannah and son Justus, Oliver Wood and a few others. Two visits had been a little special. For one the visit of Lady Zabini with her son Blaise. Harry had never even talked to the Slytherin but by the look on his face, he didn't really care to be here. He didn't look friendly nor angry, mostly bored and a little annoyed. Luckily he seemed mostly annoyed by his mother. Lady Zabini was a tall raven-haired beauty in her early forties. She wore a rather revealing dress and high heels. The entire time she batted her eyelashes at Harry's godfather, talking about getting to know the new Lord Black and complimenting his looks. Sirius, not a stuck up person would have liked to enjoy the attention if Narcissa wouldn't have shot daggers with her eyes at Zabini. Lady Zabini was her friend or at least the closest thing to a friend you would have in pureblood relations but the woman was loose and this kind of behaviour wasn't all right for a pureblood lady. In the end, Narcissa all but booted her out, not before she wiggled a dinner with Lord Black out of the conversation.

After that, a rather amused group had watched Narcissa berate Sirius for falling for such petty and obvious gold-digging and he should keep it in his pants, making Harry laugh out loud. Then he had thought about the fact Sirius was alone and finding someone wasn't something to laugh at, making him tear up. He knew that was strange. Yeah it was sad Sirius was single but he was out of Prison for maybe a month, so not really something that would make you cry. Still, he couldn't keep the tears in and when Sirius had asked he could only say he really don't know what was going on and had cradled the egg for warmth and affection. Sirius had hugged his godson kissing his temple, utterly confused himself.

The other visit had been Hermione, Ron and Ginny. The entire group minus Narcissa had hugged the three and Ron had been at the same awe as Harry at the large tent. Theirs was the old Weasley family tent, much smaller but warm and comfy as Hermione pointed out. They had stayed only a short while because there was another noble family walking in. With a wink at Sirius Harry had duck out of the tent together with Neville, Susan and the others. They were now walking down the tent rows, Harry holding his hand over the egg in a protective manner.

"So, what do you think, who will win today?" He asked his best mate next to him. The redhead grinned back at him, chuckling a little.

"Probably Bulgaria. I mean Ireland has the better Chasers but Victor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker is just the best in the world. He will win this thing, I bet you a ten galleon." Harry chuckled and agreed. He didn't really care about ten galleons and if he won he would just let it slide but Ron was so eager and enthusiastic he wouldn't want to ruin that for him. Hermione raised her eyebrow.

"Really betting? You guys, that is illegal and we have the niece of the head of the DMLE right here with us!" She pointed at Susan who was right now looking at a stand with small enchanted Irish Leprechauns, that danced. She turned her head, smirking.

"Ahh, don't worry. Auntie and I have a deal. I only tell when it is important and she doesn't ask. It is a necessity with her job, so she can claim she had no idea." The girl then returned her head to the dancing Leprechauns, searching for one that tap danced. Harry felt a weight on his shoulder and saw red hair sprawl over his cradling hand when the youngest Weasley placed her chin on his shoulder. He noticed himself blushing a little bit.

"Fred and George have made this crazy bet just an hour ago!" She exclaimed grinning. She was wearing Irish Makeup, the flag drawn on her face. Harry tilted his head slightly, to look at her only noticing how close their faces were when he did so, feeling her breath on his cheek.

"Yeah, what is that about?" He asked, trying to stay a little calm and petting the egg a little more, even if he played with her hair a little bit by that.

Ron answered before Ginny got the chance, giving Harry the opportunity to turn his head back. "The have bet Ludo Bagman, head of Magical Sports and Games, that Ireland would win but Victor Krum with catch the snitch. I have no idea where they got fifty galleons from." Harry was surprised to hear that.

"That is an oddly specific bet. I hope they are right, would be a shame if not." Ron just shrugged, because if his brothers were stupid enough to place such a bet, it was their own fault as they moved on. Ginny raised her head from Harry's shoulder, only to slide her arm under his and link with his arm, walking next to him. She leaned her cheek against his shoulder in a rather comfortable manner. She had done so over the last year a few times and Harry had never thought about it but now that Narcissa had pointed it out, he felt weird. This was the sister of his best friend! Still, she whispered to him, while Ron and Hermione started an argument whether it was okay to bet or not.

"How is your chest, Harry?" The girl looked down at the lump, reaching out with her hand, only to pull back at the last moment. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"It's fine. Most of the time I don't feel it anymore." He lied, not sure what to say. Ginny tilted her head, looking at him for a moment.

"You sure? You held your hand over it ever since we left the tent and even in the tent."

Harry straightened his posture, putting the hand down, only to return it rather quickly because it brushed against the side of Ginny's leg.

"Yeah, I kind of do that. It's embarrassing walking around with this lump and I am constantly worried bumping into someone and squeezing it." He said while brushing his fingers over the form once more and in a sudden thought he thought about the wish of sweetened fish sticks, feeling his mouth water.

Ginny nodded and brushed her cheek against his shoulder.

"I get that. I felt the same when I fell from my broom last year bruising my breast." With these words Harry felt her shift slightly, brushing her bosom against his upper arm, making him tense up.

"I have this wonderful cooling ointment, maybe it will help you as well. I can put it on you if you want." Harry felt his own breath hitch slightly. What the hell was wrong with Ginny all the sudden. A year ago she couldn't even speak to him and now this? What was it with her and wanting to put ointment on him? He wasn't sure if he had liked the way she had been a year ago more.

"N-No thank you. I-I wouldn't want someone to see it." Suddenly Harry felt fingers brush under his own against the form on his chest. With an instinct he swatted at Ginny's reached out hand, rather forceful, growling out.

"Don't touch it!" Ginny's eyes were wide and she stumbled back a little holding her hand. Harry almost turned his chest away from her, in an instinct to protect the egg.

Ron turned to look back in confusion.

"What the hell? Are you all right?" Harry blinked for a moment, then he nodded, softening his stand.

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I brushed against my bubble by accident and it hurt." He darted Ginny a quick glance. Ron frowned at him then shook his head, turning back.

"That sucks man."

Harry nodded, sighing. "Yeah." They moved on and a moment later Ginny had resumed her position at his side while being careful not to touch the egg.

"I'm so sorry Harry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry, really." Harry nodded sighing again.

"It's all right Gin, it's all right."

While he was aware of what Narcissa had said, her big smile made him comfortable never the less. She was his best friends sister, there was nothing to worry about.