"That is not fair!" The boy yelled glaring at the older man, who stared back at him almost as angry as the boy. "That! Is! Not! Fair!" The yell echoed through the house. The man gave it back in the same coin.

"I know! But life isn't fair Harry. It is to dangerous out there at the moment. You are not going!" Sirius pointed at the window indicating the outside. The rain was pouring on the glass, making it impossible to see. Harry threw his hands out.

"It is always dangerous for me! Welcome to my life! I'm sick and tired of people trying to coddle me and telling me what I can't do!" The boy yelled, throwing his arms to the sides in an effort to show the entire world. Sirius yelled right back, pointing at his godson.

"I know that! Don't you think I'm deadly aware of the danger that is out there? I don't want to keep you inside but I am fucking afraid you might get hurt Harry."

The boy wasn't calming down and squinted his eyes glaring at Sirius.

"I have done fine til now. Even the Dursleys didn't keep me away!" He yelled, instantly getting a shocked look on his face on what he had said. He got this uncertain look on his face, turning around and running off, slamming the door behind him. He had seen the expression on Sirius face the hurt feelings, being compared to THOSE people. It hurt, it really hurt. It made him feel worse than the dementors had ever been able to. With a sigh and a defeated look on his face, he slumped down on a couch, rubbing his forehead. Was he doing the right thing?

Sirius felt really bad for not letting Harry go. It hurt him to forbid something to the boy, so much that he wanted nothing more than going upstairs, admit he was wrong and saying he could go, but he did not. The fear gripping in his heart held him back. The fear of losing his godson made him stop before he even lifted his butt from the couch. What if he got attacked? There were so many people around and so on. He could, even worse, be captured as they tried with the Greengrass girl and who knew what would happen then? No, it was better Harry hated him than that. Even if the boy would leave him as soon as Bella and Greyback had been caught, it would be better than taking that risk. Bella was out there and it was pretty clear she would probably go on trying to get Harry. Sirius had served his time in the same floor as her during his time in prison and he had often heard her blood freezing howls calling out for revenge for her master or about the Longbottom-boy she somehow called her taken away child. She was utterly insane.

His line of thought broke when he heard a door open, tilting his head up in a frantic manner. Maybe Harry came back?

But he saw the blond black hair and the porcelain-like skin of his youngest cousin, making him sigh and slump back. Surprisingly she wore simple robes like she didn't really care about her looks. She closed the door quietly behind herself, walking calmly over to the couch opposite of Sirius. The shuffling of her skirt was the only sound made in the room beside the sound of the rain hammering against the window. Narcissa sat down and just looked at him, her head tilted. Sirius sighed, looking to the ceiling.

"You don't have to say anything Cissy, I know I am an idiot." He muttered, rubbing his eyes. She only stared at him, waiting for him to come to his own conclusions.

"I know I know, I should apologize to him, letting him go." Sirius was about to stand up when Narcissa snorted in a rather unladylike fashion.

"And here I was thinking you had learned something..." Narcissa stated, crossing her arms. Her head shook in a disappointed manner. Sirius halfway in rising stopped himself.

"Come again?" The man asked, frowning at his cousin. She sighed, shaking her head.

"Sirius, you have much to learn about parenting obviously, but right now the absolute worst would be to apologize to Harry." Sirius frowned more, confused.

"What? Why?" Narcissa unfolded her arms and tapped her finger on the beech table between the two of them, underlining her words.

"Because you ARE right and he IS wrong. Bella is out there and she is dangerous. Diagon Alley is an open and very prominent place. Everybody knows students go there at this time for their stuff. Of course, she will be out there looking for him or the Longbottom boy. By the way, did you talk to Madam Longbottom?"

He nodded, his mouth dry.

"Yes, I spook to her about Bellatrix weird fascination to her ward. Neville will not buy his school supplies himself. She has asked Arthur Weasley to help her out." Narcissa nodded, looking at her nails in a rather disconcerting manner.

"Then there should be no problem." She just stated, blowing her fingers to remove some dust from it or something. Sirius' face twitched a little, his voice angry.

"No problem? How could you say that? Harry hates me!" He stated, shivering a little. It was true, he had taken him in and only weeks later he would turn around and shut him off from a meeting with his friends, not allowing him to leave the house. Narcissa sighed again, looking him in the eyes.

"Harry doesn't hate you." She just said, staring at him, her fingers folded on her knee. He pointed at the door, almost yelling.

"You should have seen the look in his eyes. He hates me! He compared me to the Dursleys, no even worse, he said I did to him what even they did not! What else can it be?"

Narcissa sighed, shaking her head, looking at the floor for a moment. Then she raised her head with a fierce look.

"Are you a damn imbecile?" She asked with anger in her voice. Sirius was caught on the wrong foot.

"What? Why huh?" He asked...very dignified. Narcissa in return pointed at the door.

"I ask because you are obviously too stupid to see what is going on here. He is fourteen by Merlin, of course, he acts out. Puberty, ever heard that word? He is a young boy with a harsh life, who for the first time has a loving home and has no idea how to react to that. Before when he had a conflict at home he had to duck his head, not acting out and just accepting. He never learned to pull his punches! I have seen his eyes when he left this room, he is terrified, Sirius! Should he have said this to you? No. But he is a teenager! He didn't mean it obviously! He is mad, which is understandable, he has been in this house ever since the world cup, not even leaving into the garden. He has only seen one of his friends. He is frustrated and lashes out! He is testing his boundaries, unconscious or not. So you going up there and taking the fault to you when it is absolutely right, however unfair it is to shut him in, then you don't show him where the line is! What he has said, when he compared you to these muggles was completely out of line. So, I will save you, once again from a stupid mistake. You will sit here and wait. When he comes down here, you will listen to his apology, because believe me, he feels bad, then you will apologize to him and then tell him then he still will not go to Diagon Alley. It might be hard, but you will do it because love is just one side of parenting. Setting rules and protecting him from himself is another."

She ended her lecture to him leaning back and watched her cousin. Sirius had a thoughtful look on his face, contemplating Cissy's words. It sounded wrong, unfair, but parenting wasn't always about fairness. Also, she had way more experience than him in this matter, obviously thinking about an instant when Draco had done something like that, maybe even the last time she had seen him at these stairs in the stadium. He nodded, accepting she was probably right. Then he sighed.

"You said he was afraid. Do we just leave him alone, afraid as he is?" Now Narcissa smirked raising an eyebrow.

"Oh no of course not. But that is where I come into play." She rose to her feet winking at him. He stood himself, more in reflex than anything.

"What do you mean?" He asked, not sure what she meant.

"I will go talk to him of course." With a smirk, she turned to leave Sirius alone.

Harry was lying on his bed, cradling the egg on his chest, sniffing. The warm object pulsed waves of comfort through his body as the small bird inside tried to soothe his worries. But it didn't work. How could he have done that? He sniffed again, squinting his eyes. Yeah he had been angry, yeah he was still mad not being able to go but he said that to Sirius! That...he didn't mean he didn't want to but like this curtain of red had been over his mind and just he was so angry.

A soft knock at the door as just ignored by him. He didn't want to talk to anyone. Sirius would boot him out and he had to go back to the same people he had accused his godfather just now of being worse than. So he sniffed, trying his best to stay here, enjoy the last feeling of his own bed, of the warmth of this house. The door opened with a click and he heard a female voice.

"Harry, I'm coming in okay?" He curled to a ball on the bed, just sniffing. His eyes were shut. He heard the door close and footsteps on the carpet. A moment later he felt the bed shift when another person sat on the corner of it. A warm hand brushed over his back, long slender fingers rubbing over the part between his shoulder blades in small circles. He smelled Narcissa's perfume, a scent of Lavender and rose. Yet she said nothing, just rubbing his back, while tears rolled from his eyes and sniffs and shutters went through his body. It felt soooo good but he felt bad because he didn't deserve it. She didn't know probably, Sirius hadn't told her yet. He turned his head, staring at her with puffy eyes. She was smiling vaguely at him while continuing to rub his back.

"Hey, Harry..." She just smiled all warm, nothing like the imposing lady he had met. This was her warm side, he had seen a few times over the last few weeks. He sniffed once more, taking a shaking breath.

"H-Hey Narcissa." She reached out handing him a tissue. Harry wiped his tears off and blew his nose, still sniffing but feeling better with her here already. She smiled, nodding at him while rubbing his shoulder.

"Mind telling me what this is all about?" She asked with a warm calm voice, continuing the contact. She was very lucky having dealt with all these things before a stern father a son how felt rejected, wanting nothing more than his father's approval. She knew her job here, calming both of them down and making them talk with each other. Harry took a deep breath sitting up against the headrest of his bed. His clothes were crumbled but he paid no heed. His fingers curled around the egg. He then scooted over when Narcissa sat next to him, folding her hands in her lap.

"Sirius and I fought." He started looking ahead.

"That I noticed. It was kind of hard to miss with all the yelling and door banging." He flinched, muttering a "Sorry about that."

Narcissa just shrugged, shaking her head.

"No need. I was raised with Bella and Andromeda, I have seen worse." Harry nodded, still holding on to the egg on his chest. He was at the point where he couldn't imagine a life without this wonderful presence in it. "I'm still sorry for that." He muttered again. Narcissa just smiled nodding. The sat there in all quiet until Narcissa looked over at him.

"Mind telling me what it was about?"

Harry shrugged, hugging the egg a little. His answer was more mumbled than anything.

"I bet you heard is all pretty well." His tone was a little defiant, and Narcissa shook her head.

"I don't tend to listen in on other person conversation. Also, I still would like to hear what you have to say about it. So mind telling me about it?" Harry bit his lip staring at the woman for a moment before nodding.

"It was about Diagon Alley. Every year I buy my school supplies there like everyone." He started telling his thumbs fiddling with each other. He looked down at his hands while talking. Narcissa didn't move at all.

"I love that part of the year, the return after a long month of being at the Dursleys it is like the first breath after ...I guess a deep dive since I can't swim." He kept looking down.

"Now Sirius says I can't go because of of...your sister and Greyback. That they could attack me in the open. And so even though that is quite unrealistic he forbids it."

Narcissa nodded. "That must be pretty annoying." Harry nodded in return now talking more freely.

"Yeah, but that is not all. I'm a cage in here ever since their breakout and it is frustrating." Again Narcissa nodded. "I can only imagine." Harry didn't comment on that because she had been here the same whole time.

"I mean, yeah I get it is dangerous, but my friends aren't allowed to visit, only Hermione six days ago and the two times Madam Bones and Susan came here for the evening."

Narcissa again nodded, her face unmoving.

"I would hate that as well." She stated with an even voice. Harry kept on.

"I feel...I feel caged in like the whole world moves on and I can't keep up. I want to go out, just a bit, just a little bit, fly for half an hour anything." He said bitterly, his hands gripping into his pants while he sulked. Once more Narcissa nodded at him.

"I would feel the same if I were you."

Now Harry did raise his head, looking at her.

"So you are agreeing with me, that I should get out." But Narcissa shook her head to that.

"I didn't say that. I said I understand why you feel this way and you are absolutely right about feeling this, it is normal. I didn't say it isn't right that Sirius won't allow it. He is right about that. It doesn't make your feelings invalid." Her voice was firm yet calm like she just stated the truth. Harry deflated against the headrest, sighing.

"I know that. It's just,I feel so...my whole life I have lived after other peoples accords. The Dursleys, Dumbledores, Toms." Narcissa flinched ever so slightly at the casual stating of the Dark Lord's birth name. "I just feel like no one cares what I have to say in these matters. I feel like a piece on a chessboard. Doesn't it account for anything that I have done? Why do people act like I'm a child that can't do anything himself?"

At this Narcissa smiled at him brightly, proud actually. Now they came closer to the real problem.

"Harry, neither Sirius nor I think you can't do anything for yourself. You have done so much, you have bore so many horrors in your young life, no one will think you aren't capable of looking out for yourself." Harry turned his head staring at the woman next to him, the mother of his arch-enemy.

"Then why does Sirius do that? If he knows what I feel like, why does he do that?"

Narcissa chuckled at that holding her hand up to cover her mouth in a good manner.

"Well for one your godfather can be a thick-headed idiot!" Harry smirked slightly at that statement. "He knows it deep down but Sirius is passionate and sometimes doesn't know what he really thinks, but more than anything he is scared, Harry." Her voice lost it's fun tone, getting serious. "He is so so scared for you Harry." Harry sighed, letting his head hung low.

"I don't get it why is he so scared? We've only known each other for a few weeks. Why...why does he care for someone like me?" The boy had a bitter tone when he talked about himself. Narcissa reached out wiping the new forming tears from his cheek.

"Because he loves you. He loves you sooo much. I don't think you understand what power you hold over his heart. You are in the centre of his world. Yeah he loves me too, and he would fight anything to protect me but you...he would tear the world down only to make you smile. I don't know if he told you this, but you were the thing that kept him sane through Azkaban. The knowledge he had to stay strong so he could be a godfather to you, family. He...I don't know how to describe the love for a child it is we parents we are mad. We break laws we break bones, we don't care. You do not mess with the children. Sirius feels that way for you. He...I have watched you quite some time now. Would you let any harm come to her?" She pointed to the egg on his chest. Harry instantly cradled it again, petting over it. A small smile formed on his face.

"Not in a million years." And he believed that. He would do anything to protect his egg, his little baby. Narcissa nodded smiling.

"There you go." For a moment it got quiet, then Harry sighed. "It doesn't matter, I fucked it up."

Narcissa scowled at him a little.

"First of, language, I don't teach you etiquette for nothing. And second of all, you did not. Sirius knows you lashed out." Harry looked up at her uncertain.

"Sirius told you?" He asked a little nervous. Narcissa nodded now a stern look on her face.

"Of course he did. For one, you shouldn't have said that." Harry sighed, letting his head hang low.

"Yes I know, I'm sorry."

Narcissa shook her head.

"Don't tell it to me. Tell it to Sirius. Second of all, while it is a vile thing to say, you did not break it. That is what family is about. You may fight, you may say vicious things to each other, but in the end, you come together and make up." She smiled thinking about Andy. About the way, they were better now. There was still much to talk about but they do talk again and it felt soooo good having her sister back at least one. The other one ... was a different story.

Harry just sat there, thinking about it long and hard. Then he sighed.

"I think I should go down, apologize to Sirius." Narcissa smiled at him, nodding.

"I think that is a very good idea." The boy scooted from the bed, smiling at her.

"Thanks, Narcissa." She just smiled watching him leave. While she was worried the these two hurt souls could mess it up somehow, she stood by what she said before. She didn't listen in on other people. This was their fight.