Granger Yet
Doctor or Dentist?

"I want a stiff drink," Sirius thought as he entered the drawing room. His lips pushed together, noting Regulus' middle child already made herself at home on one of the couches, her arms crossed as she sulked, obviously still irritated with her father. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the window to watch the Muggles passing by, placing his forehead on the window, unsure of what to do, let alone say.

"So," Remus said, clearing his throat. "You know. Your father?" There came another clearing of his throat. "He's a doctor? Or is he a dentist?"

"About that." Hermione let out a sigh from somewhere in the drawing room. "It's complicated."

"What's complicated about him not having a job?" Lizzy quipped.

"Not true! Not true!" a small voice piped up. "Daddy has lots of jobs, and he's good at all of them. Doctor, dentist, daddy…."

Sirius felt his lips pushed together as his eyebrows rose at hearing 'daddy' as a job description. Remus let out a sigh. "Yes, but how can he be a doctor?"

"What kind of question is that?" There came a scoff from the middle child. "Isn't that obvious?"

"Now I'm even more confused," Arthur said. "Why is that obvious?"

"How is it not obvious he attended medical school?"

"Medical what?" Sirius pushed away from the window, his mouth making a thin line.

"Medical…."

"He bloody attended a Muggle school?" Sirius hissed. "Rather than…."

"Medical, not Muggle!" Lizzy said, glaring over the back of the couch.

"Muggle means non-magical," Sirius said as most of Arthur and Molly's children entered the room. "And you just told me…."

"Wizard?" Lizzy shook her head. "Our dad isn't a wizard, nor do I have any idea where you got the idea that he can use magic from."

"Excuse me!" Sirius jabbed his finger a couple of times. "I bloody know your dad can use magic because we bloody grew up in this house together!"

The color drained from Lizzy's face, her finger pointing at him. "I am not related to that portrait, and I am not related to you, you creep!"

"I'm a creep?" Sirius said, folding his arms across his chest as he sighed in frustration. Hermione turned her head, looking at Lizzy, her mouth opening to say something when—

"Wait," Ron said, his head tilting. "Is your dad Sirius' younger brother? You know, the Death Eater?"

"What's a Death Eater?" Jules said, grinning ear to ear, brimming with curiosity at Ron.

Sirius' jaw dropped upon hearing the youngest of his nieces speak up, warning bells going off in his head.

"Murders," Ron blurted out while his sister's eyes widened at the twins poorly, hid their amusement at their younger brother speaking before thinking. "Everyone knows that."

"My daddy's not a murderer!" Jules said as she kicked Ron Weasley. The smile Sirius thought angelic moments before was replaced with a scowl. He winced, a hand reaching instinctively for his nose only to stop a few feet away as he scowled at the scene unfolding before him.

Ron let out a yelp, hopping on one foot before saying, "What's wrong with you?"

Ginny cringed, looking away while the twins looked away, chuckling at their younger brother's predicament while Jules' older sisters looked on in horror. Jules' hands formed fists at her side. "Nothing is wrong with Jules! Jules isn't calling your daddy a murderer! You big meanie!"

"Meanie?" Ron said, the color draining from his face and making the freckles more prominent. "You kicked me, you little monster!"

Sirius cringed, remembering Regulus emphatically telling him not to call the youngest a monster. He started forward, expecting Jules to kick Ron again, despite not knowing what he could do, given Jules' earlier tantrum that required Regulus' intervention to counter when the sound of someone trying not to cry came from the couch.

He turned, his eyes widening at Lizzy, about to lose it, sniffling as she looked in horror at Ron, and Sirius froze, his mouth open slightly. "How does Regulus bloody…."

"Don't cry, Lizzy!" Jules said, hurrying over to the couch and climbing up next to her sister, hugging Lizzy as Lizzy attempted to pull away from what looked like a super uncomfortable hug and pat her on the arm. "Daddy isn't a murder!"

"Death Eaters are murderers?" Lizzy muttered as Hermione let out a deep breath. Her arms were folded across her chest as she opened her mouth.

"Duh!" Ron said, having hobbled over to one of the chairs in the drawing room so he could rub his shin. "Everyone knows that, that they kill Muggles a." His eyes narrowed, looking right at Lizzy, his nose wrinkling up as he did. "Wait? Are you a squib?"

"Ron Weasley!" Hermione snapped as Lizzy blurted out, "Squib?"

"Someone who can't do magic," Fred replied helpfully. However, Sirius wasn't sure how helpful it was in the given situation as a yes came from Lizzy and a no from Hermione, who threw the older of her younger sisters a glare while Sirius grimaced.

Ron's head jerked to look at her before muttering, "Why are you taking their side? They may be Sirius' nieces, but their father is…."

"Ronald Billus Weasley!" came the thundering voice of the Weasley matriarch. "What is going on here?"

"What," Ron started, looking at his mother wide-eyed. He pointed at Jules. "I'm not the one going around kicking people in the shins. The little girl…."

"Is a little girl while you are a fifteen-year-old wizard," Molly snapped.

"It's not my fault their dad is a Death Eater!" Ron snapped back as the twins turned their faces to hide their joy.

Unfortunately for them, Molly noticed and turned her attention to them. "This isn't funny." She then turned to Ron. "You will go to your room."

"Can't," Ron replied. "We're not at home."

"You know very well, Ronald Weasley, that I meant the room you're staying at here at Grimmauld Place," Molly snapped as Sirius hugged himself, appreciating his cousin-by-marriage's ability to handle the situation, even though he remembered the unpleasantness of having her sharp tongue turned on him when she was tasked with babysitting him and Regulus when they were younger before she's eloped with Arthur and became a persona-non-gratta and no longer an option for babysitting them.

"She's the one who kicked me!" Ron said, pointing at Jules as she sat on the couch hugging her sister Lizzy not noticing her actions were doing the exact opposite of what was intended. Sirius sighed, remembering how Jules lost it when he tried touching her when she was upset.

"And I will handle the youngest Granger girl," Molly said firmly. "Because I'm the adult here."

"But I didn't do anything," Ron started saying but then cut off, the side of his mouth twisting slightly. "Granger?" He turned to look at Hermione, wide-eyed. "Your cousins, Hermione?"

Hermione continued to glare when Lizzy said, "Yes."

Sirius felt his mouth open, watching Hermione turn to look at her sister. "What?"

"No," Jules said, frowning, picking up. "No! Stupid bile butt Weasley!"

"Bile butt!" Ron said, turning his attention back to Jules, then his mother. "Mom!"

"Ron, please do as I said," Molly sighed. "I will speak to you later."

"I," Ron said before glancing over at Hermione. "Sorry, 'Mione," he said, as if in a hurry to get out of there because of his mother's furry.

"I'm not," Hermione said, "not the one…." She frowned, stopping as he'd already left. She then turned to glare at Lizzy. "So? Who should I set straight first? You, or Ron, Lizzy?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lizzy sniffed.

"Why don't I handle your sisters," Molly said, sighing.

Hermione frowned, an eyebrow shooting up as the younger Weasley siblings looked at her, the tension in the room building. "Are you sure?"

"I'm actually quite familiar with the stubbornness the Black family is known for," Molly said, giving Sirius a look that made him shift uncomfortably from one foot to another as he cleared his throat. "I'll be fine."

Hermione nodded her head and started out of the room but then paused, turning her head, frowning. "Are you sure Ron's punishment fits the crime? I mean, he's not completely aware of what's going on, you know."

"I've still not determined whether he's being punished or if I sent him out of the room to avoid him speaking before thinking, dear," Molly said, smiling at her. "Let me know if he gives you a hard time. About your father, that is."

Hermione nodded her head and started out but then turned back into the room. "Oh, and thank you. Both you and Mr. Weasley."

"It's not a problem," Arthur said, smiling, having given his wife the lead. "We know the situation is complicated for you and your family."

"Again, thank you."

"I think I'll go with her," the youngest Weasley girl said. "In case Ron decides to be a complete prat."

"And you two stay," Molly said to the twins, who had a look in their eyes that Sirius recognized, having always had a penchant for mischief himself. However, he looked away, not wanting a lecture from the Weasley patriarch about potentially encouraging the twins.