"I met my little girl," Benjy tears up, "and she loves me."

"I hope I get to see her," Lydia says, "and I hope she loves me too. She seems to detest being under my legacy, so I hope she still has love left for me."

"I'm sure she does," Benjy said, and Lydia couldn't help but to blush. The love of her life was finally giving her the time of day.

"SIRIUS!" Lydia shouted when Sirius finally awoke, "you're alright!"

"Lyds?" Sirius asks groggily, "where am I?"

"Potter Manor silly," Lydia sits beside him, "Daddy picked you up. Mum and I fixed you up, and Daddy brewed an oculus potion for you. We're not sure how well you'll recover from the nerve damage the cruciatus caused, but other than that, you've been making great recovery."

"How long has it been?" Sirius asks, sitting up in his bed.

"It's only been a day," Lydia reassured him, "Mum had a house elf get some things for you. You didn't bring anything with you when you ran away."

"I ran away," Sirius suddenly realized, "oh merlin. They're going to kill me."

"They nearly did," Fleamont made his presence known, "when I got to you, you had just passed out from blood loss. Had I been ten minutes later, you almost certainly would have died."

"Poor Sirius," Andromeda sobbed, "he's far too young for that. At least I had already planned on leaving."

"I know 'Dromeda," Ted rubs her back, "but all will be well. The Potters will care for him. I'm sure of it."

"They really did try to kill me," Sirius had never thought they'd go so far, "I can't go back now."

"As if we were going to let you," an extremely angry Euphemia Potter slammed her fist on the table, "I'd rather chop my left arm off."

"Please don't chop limbs off," Fleamont pleaded, "unless those limbs happen to be attached to Walburga Black. If so, feel free to chop."

"Regardless," Euphemia brushes Fleamont off, "we would never allow you to go back Sirius. You'll stay with us from now on. You're our son as much as Lydia is our daughter."

"Really?" Sirius teared up, "you want me?"

"Of course we do," Lydia rolls her eyes, "what sane person wouldn't want you?"

"Master Fleamont," a squeaky voice interrupted the tender moment, "a Mr. Alphard Black is at the door."

"What's Alphard doing there?" Walburga muttered to Cygnus. Seeing the hall's opinion of her at the moment, even she wouldn't dare bring their attention back to the Blacks.

"Perhaps we sent him to see if Sirius was there?" Cygnus said, "Sirius never hated him as much as he hated us."'

"Good point," Walburga's voice is full of contempt, "he must be there to retrieve the traitor, and ensure he receives the proper punishment for running off."

"Sirius," Fleamont asks softly, "do you want to see Alphard? I'll send him away if you don't."

"I'll see him," Sirius decides, "he was never as bad as the rest of them. His only issue is he did nothing to help."

"I'm sorry Sirius," Alphard apologizes, "I should have been a better uncle. A better person. I hope you can forgive me."

"I forgive you" Sirius responds slowly, "but I will never trust you. Ever."

"That's far more than I deserve," Alphard sighs, "and I hope we can mend things."

"Send him in," Fleamont instructs, "but be prepared to remove him from the property."

"Yes Master Fleamont," the small house elf squeaked, "I'll bring him here immediately."

"Oh Sirius," Alphard Black sighs as he sees his nephew, "I've failed you, haven't I?"

"You most certainly have," Lydia spits, sensing Sirius's inability to respond, perhaps Alphard looking far too much like his sister Walburga.

"I understand," Alphard sighs, "and I won't disturb you. I simply retrieved your belongings from Grimmauld Place. I thought you'd want them."

"Thank you Alphard," Sirius thanks his uncle, "I appreciate it."

"Get better," Alphard turns to leave, "and enjoy living with your girl."

"People are still on about that?" Lydia sputters at the screen, "I still can't believe people believe that stuff."

"Not my girl," Sirius tells his uncle, "pretty sure that was obvious."

"Not to the rest of the world," Alphard waves goodbye, and makes his leave.

"What was that about?" Fleamont questions Sirius.

"Have you read Witch Weekly?" Sirius speaks softly, "because Druella does. And she showed Walburga. And Bellatrix. And they all decided I must be punished."

"I don't normally read it," Euphemia summons the magazine, "I normally leave it in the foyer for Lyetta to read. She doesn't want to purchase her own, so she comes over for "Tea time" and just reads it."

"Sorry Auntie Mia!" Lyetta shouts, "but not really."

"I know dear," Euphemia smiles, "you never are."

"No need to read it," Sirius mutters, "it's trash anyways. Thinks Lydia and I are dating. Walburga flipped out. Said I was sullying the family name."

"Thinks you're what?!" Lydia flips out, "me and you? I'd rather die."

"Same here," Sirius sticks his tongue out in disgust, "you're my sister. That'd be incest."

"Should we ask Witch Weekly to retract it?" Euphemia contemplates, "or should we just let it die down. I fear that if we have it retracted, people will believe the Blacks had it retracted out of shame, and they'll simply continue to believe the two of you are in a relationship."

"You're not wrong," Professor Slughorn professes, "that's how rumors work. Sometimes you just have to let them die out on their own."

"Now I understand why Fenwick never flirted back," Lydia remarks, "he thought I was dating Siri. I'll have to rectify that. I'll ask him out first thing when we get back to school. Unless he's already dating someone of course."

"That makes so much sense," Sirius's eyes are blown wide, "go for it Lyds!"

"Did they really not notice?" Fleamont whispers to Euphemia, "they had to have at least been a little aware."

"Talking about me behind my back," Lydia fakes anger, "betrayal. And by my own father."

"You know our Lyddie," Euphemia laughs, "she's the cleverest witch I've met, yet she's completely oblivious."

"I detest that!" Lydia shouts. Her mother simply laughs it off.

"She's not wrong," Benjy whispers, "I had no clue you were interested in me."

"Shut up," Lydia blushes, and goes to sit with the Scamanders, leaving her future husband at the mercy of her father, mother, and brother.

The scene shifts to Sirius and Lydia sitting on the Hogwarts Express, heading home for Yule. Remus and Peter are sitting with them, and the four are playing exploding snap. They're interrupted by a furious Amelia Bones barging in, and dumping her things.

"I swear I'm going to murder McLaggen!" she shouts, pushing Sirius to sit by Lydia, "if he tries man-handling me one more time, I'll hex his balls off!"

"GO MELIA!" Lydia shouts, "castrate him!"

"I'm certainly glad I've never man-handled you," Remus offers her a chocolate frog, "chocolate always calms me down."

"Thanks Remus," Amelia chomps on the frog, "I wish other guys were as nice as you are."

"Benjy's nice," Lydia points out, "and Pete. And of course we can't forget Sirius. He's the best. Kingsley's nice too."

"I feel offended I'm only third," Sirius tells Lydia, "I should've been first."

"Not everyone loves Sirius as much as you do," Amelia rolls her eyes, "but point taken. What did Fenwick say when you asked him out?"

"This I want to see," Lyetta rubs her hands together, "ickle Dia in love."

"Oh," Lydia says casually, but her ears are tinted pink, "he said yes. We will go to Hogsmeade after Yule." The compartment erupts into cheers.

"That wasn't nearly humiliating enough!" Lyetta fumed, "why is she so calm?"

"You got the guy," Pete high fived her, "neat. I can't believe it took you 5 years to ask the guy out."

"So it seems that this crush on Benjy wasn't as subtle as we thought," Kingsley remarks, "I wonder how we all ignored it."

"You're too calm," Amelia narrows her eyes at Sirius, "did you already know?"

"Yup," Sirius boasts, "my little sister tells me everything."

"Why you lit-" The scene shifts to Sirius, Fleamont, Euphemia, and Lydia sitting at a table, with solemn faces.

"Why can't we see Amelia beat Sirius up?" Peter whines, "he could use an ego downgrade."

"We have a gift for you," Lydia begins, face worried, "but only if you want it." Lydia slides some papers over to Sirius, along with 2 bottles.

"What is going on?" Sirius asks, "why are you so worried?"

"That's my research," Lydia whispers, "and if you're getting it, that means my plan works. And if it works, then we'll be a real family."

"Aren't we already?" Sirius was slightly hurt. Did Lydia not consider him family?

"Of course we are," Lydia reassured him, "this just makes it stronger."

Sirius reads the papers, face paling as he reads. "This is impossible," he says after a while. It's impossible to alter the DNA like that."

"WHAT?!" Sirius shouts, "WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME ARE YOU PLANNING?!"

"Calm down Sirius," Lydia is shocked he reacted so violently, "you'll see."

"Alter the DNA?" Professor Slughorn questioned, and then remembered her chocolate frog card, "she didn't!"

"The tests don't lie Sirius," Fleamont says, "if you don't want to try, you don't have to. We'll publish the potion anyways, Lyddie worked extremely hard developing it as it is, but we won't force you to do it."

"You mean I could really be your son?" Sirius asks crying, "I could be a Potter in not just name, but blood?"

"That's impossible," Snape sneers, "that's not how potions work."

"Considering I'm a world renown potions master," Fleamont hisses at the condescending boy, "and have invented many potions, I'd say my opinion matters more than yours. So if I say it'll work, it highly likely will."

"Extremely impressive Ms. Potter!" Madam Pomphrey exclaims, "that's an incredible feat of magic."

"Thank you," Lydia smiles, "but let's see if it even works."

"That's the idea," Lydia declares loudly, "I've always wanted you as my brother, so I've been researching and testing since you came over for Yule the first time."

"All we need to do," Euphemia smiles, taking out a dagger, "is put a drop of blood in. Then, we say the spell in the papers. The potion opens the cell walls, and the spell uses a type of transfiguration to transfigure the DNA into matching the blood in the potion. It should take a day to work, so Fleamont brewed a sleeping draught. That way you won't feel any of the possible pain, and it could go as quickly as possible."

"Truly brilliant." Albus Dumbledore observes, "I would have never thought it possible."

"Neither would I have," Professor McGonagall was fascinated, "this will get her international fame."

"It'll take a while," Horace points out, "it'll have to undergo peer review. Then be subjected to ministry safety tests. And finally, it needs to be published by the ICW. But it most certainly will get her some fame."

"When can I start?" Sirius smiles at Euphemia and Fleamont. The couple each prick their fingers, and pour their blood into the potion. Sirius tips the bottle back, and swallow the vile potion

"Parhocor," Fleamont and Euphemia cast (Etymology of the spell: par hoc cruor-match this blood)

Sirius felt weird, and Euphemia gave him the sleeping draught. Sirius downed the potion, and immediately fell asleep. Fleamont flicked his wand, and floated Sirius to bed. A montage is shown, as Sirius's features slowly but surely begin to change, and he begins to resemble his new parents.

"Incredible," the hall bursts into chatter as people begin to discuss this, frankly, impressive feat.

"I couldn't have done it without Daddy," Lydia answers all those who ask, "he was a big help in the research, testing, and creating. I did a lot myself, but without him, I would probably only finish when I was 26."

Severus Snape seethes in his seat. He pushed himself in potions class, because Lily loved potions. He wanted to show her he was the best, and that she should love him. He was better than that Potter girl was. Lydia Potter was unfairly gifted at potions, probably taught by her genius father. If there was anything the Potters were known for, it was their ability to brew.

"Thank you," Sirius kept telling Monty and Effie, "thank you so much."

"No," Euphemia hugged Sirius, "thank you for allowing us to be your parents.