Fluffy long chapter to apologize for the last chapter and because I'm bored on the IV. It always makes me sleepy for some reason, so I'm trying to keep myself awake.

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GRADUATION

There was a hand on her arm, Anne realised as she woke up, surprisingly, without a startle. One moment she was asleep and in the other, her eyes were slowly opening, looking around the familiar bedroom of the Gryffindor Seventh Year Girl Dormitories.

Lily was sitting at the edge of her bed, a small smile on her lips and caressing her hair away from her face. The way that she was leaning away from Anne made the girl think that she might have kissed Anne's forehead as she slept, but she didn't mind at all, she smiled back still fighting the wish to go back to sleep.

"I thought you wouldn't want to miss our last breakfast as students," Lily said.

June 17th, the last day ever in Hogwarts. The younger children would go to the train right after breakfast and the older kids would stay behind for the school ceremony of graduation. They would have the whole afternoon free to do whatever they wanted and, at night, the ceremony would start. Lily was right to assume that Anne wouldn't want to miss that last experience.

Anne had never seen a graduation ceremony; she had just found out of how the ceremony worked that very year since she never thought that ahead of time. All she had ever planned before the 70s was surviving and now she had a chance for, one more day, to live as a normal teenager. As she sat down and cracked her neck, she promised to herself that no war, no fights and no trouble would ever ruin that for her.

Not even the way Marlene refused to look at her as she walked out of the bedroom.

"She's still angry," Anne commented. "I'm the one that should be angry."

"Anne, you crossed the line. You both did. You're both wrong and you both need to apologize to each other," Lily said, getting up from the bed and fixing her skirt. "Marlene is very hurt that you still keep secrets from her and don't explain anything of what you're doing to her when she clearly can see that the boys and I know. And I understand that she shouldn't have talked about your situation or about Harry, it hurt me as well, but I can understand that she was just very upset and wanted to hurt you. You wanted to hurt her as well."

"But I didn't," she said, getting up and reaching for her feet as a stretch.

"Not as much as Marlene hurt you, but you did try," Lily said. "Now, let's leave it for another day. That can't get in the way today of all days."

Lily nodded to her own words as she pushed Anne towards the door of the bathroom and gave her time to fix herself up before walking out already in her uniform and tying her tie smoothly as she looked around the bedroom, trying to memorize it one more time.

"I'm going to miss this," she admitted.

"We all are," Lily agreed, also looking around the bedroom. "Anyone with half-a-mind would miss the place they slept through seven years," she turned to look at Anne once more. "You slept the whole night last night."

"What?" Anne asked, confused.

"You didn't put your silent charms last night and you slept the whole night, barely moved at all," Lily said. "I pulled an all-nighter drawing a bit, I didn't want to forget anything from last night. We played chess and sang, I liked that. I didn't want to forget. I think we won't have a lot of chances to do the same after tonight."

And Lily was correct once more, she had that annoying habit. With the war coming, fun would barely be in their minds and survival would take over – Anne was used to it, to grabbing onto light moments to fight off the darkness, but those people around her weren't; these people barely even knew darkness, and one to fight the darkness off needs to be comfortable with being surrounded and blinded by it, otherwise fear would choke them out.

"You did good. You'll have time to sleep later tonight in the train back," Anne said.

"I can't believe my parents are going to be allowed to come into Hogwarts!" Lily added. "I've been trying to get permission from the Ministry for years. I had this on mind ever since I was in fifth year. I can't believe I actually managed to do so and Petunia, too! She always wanted to come. I suppose this will have to do be enough."

She couldn't imagine how having Petunia over would help her at all, but Anne wouldn't dare say that to Lily, who looked so excited to show everything off to Petunia and to her parents as she led Anne away from the bedroom and talked about how she needed Anne to be beside her as she walked through the ground during the afternoon to show off the places to her family since some of the parents would get there earlier (Mia and Monty included).

Anne sat down at the table first, Lily siting beside her and, surprisingly, beside Marlene, who didn't move away, just kept on talking to Peter. Mother and daughter exchanged looks, but said nothing about anything beside the conversation they were already having.

James passes by them, kissing Anne's head and Lily's lips before sitting on Marlene's side.

"Good morning!" he said with a smile.

"No kiss for me, James?" Marlene teased.

James was still angry at Marlene and showed it a lot more than Lily or even Anne herself. He looked at him and gave an awkward smile before turning to say good morning to a fifth-year girl that was staring at him and giggled when she saw he looked at her and went as far as talking to her. He received a glare from Lily, but smile completely nonchalant.

"Anne?"

Anne looked up from her filled up plate, surprised by hearing Marlene saying her name for the first time after a week.

"Yeah," she said, as if she was already bored of the conversation.

Lily glared at her once more, ready to pinch her for the unpolite conversation starter.

"I'm sorry," Marlene said. "I shouldn't have talked about Harry, I forgot he was your brother and I forgot he's still back at where you came from. I was too angry to think before I spoke and I made a mistake."

Peter was the first to look back at Anne, waiting for her answer, eager to learn how the situation in front of him would unfold.

"Harry is dead, that's why I lost it," Anne said.

"But it's not all your fault, Marls," Lily added.

Lily nodded at Anne, urging her to do the right thing. Anne's pride made her hesitate, but she pushed it aside for the well-being of her mother and for the friendship she had already damaged enough by listening to her mind and not her heart.

"I'm sorry, too, Marlene, I also crossed the line," Anne said. "I do trust you, please, don't understand something else by any of my actions. I just think that, sometimes, people are better off without knowing because they can be happy like that. I want you to be happy, that's all."

She didn't want Marlene to know that she was killed, she didn't want her to know Dorcas was killed. She didn't want Marlene to live with the fact that she, too, left Remus and Mary alone in the world, both outcasts of a prejudiced wizarding society, both forced to somehow get out and live in the midst of people they did not belong with.

"I didn't know he was dead," Marlene admitted. "I assumed he was back in Canada."

"He was killed not too long before I came here," was Anne's answer, ignoring completely the 'Canada' thing. "I don't talk much about it, but I saw him get killed and it was too much for me to hear him spoken about like that. I'm sorry. I should've kept some self-control, after all I was the one mocking you."

"I shouldn't have talked about your family," Marlene insisted.

"And I shouldn't have said anything about your loyalty," Anne answered. "If there's one thing that I do know about you is that you're loyal to the end, and that you're proud of that. I should've been proud of you as well, Marls. I'm sorry."

Lily smiled a bit as she leaned back to make sure Anne and Marlene were talking and looking at each other's eyes as they spoke. Looking behind Marlene's back to James, she smiled more at the boy. She was quite proud of the breakthrough she had managed to get through Anne's pride, finally making her see that she, too, was wrong in that stupid fight that they shouldn't have had. James smiled, proud of her and of Anne as well, secretly thinking of how much Anne was like her mother.

Though she had forgiven Marlene and Marlene had forgiven her, it was easily seen that both of them wouldn't forget it. Both words had been hard to hear, but necessary – mean, but certainly true enough for them to keep them close to their chest.

Once upon a time, Anne had spoken to Remus about how his father was cocky and her mother was proud. She had managed to be cocky and proud as well, just hid well enough for some people not to notice too much. She was a Potter, that much was clear. Through her appearance to her flaws – James was proud of her. Lily was immensely in love with the person she seemed to be turning into, a good example for future Harry.

"That my goddaughter," muttered Remus into Sirius' ear as Marlene jumped up from her seat for a hug. "Look how aware she is," he boasted playfully in the private joke Sirius and him had going on.

"You will see once and for all once my godson is here," Sirius groaned back. "He'll be a perfect gentleman!"

"And you will teach him that?" mocked Remus.

"Hell no, that will be James. I'll teach him how to make sure his flaws are better hidden than Anne's," he teased back.

Remus ended up chuckling as he sipped his juice.

He hated to think like that, but there was no way he would ever love someone as much as she loved Anne. The way his whole being knew she was part of the pack before his mind had realised and named it, the way his whole soul wanted nothing but to protect her – it was real and genuine to the point of being scary. He wondered if he would be able to love Harry just as much and he hoped so, he wanted to prove to himself that he still had space in his heart for more.

Anne giggled as Marlene screamed in frustration once more because her plait had escaped her fingers and had to be redone for the third time. Lily quickly made her way to help her friend and Anne twisted the last piece of hair and stuck it on the right place of her hairstyle.

She moved across the room to take her robes off and put her ceremonial Hogwarts robes, finally ditching the uniform. It made her look a bit round around the hips, but other than that, it looked pretty nice, especially the cloak – it always reminded her of that one college in Portugal that she had seen on the telly when Aunt Petunia was looking for places where Dudley could potentially (illusionary, one might read) go. To fix it, all she had to do roll the skirt up, discreetly making it shorter.

"Look at you!" Marlene laughed from the bathroom. "Who would've thought you, of all people, would be shortening your skirt. Just use a spell."

"Hand-rolled makes it more natural," Anne said.

"She's right," Lily agreed. "With the spell, you cannot always have the control. I prefer hand-rolled as well."

Marlene rolled her eyes and threw a spell in her own skirt, making it a bit too short to be discreet, but she usually did that, so it would be no surprise for any academics, besides what would they do? The year was over, they can't give out detentions or suspensions. All that would happen would be a look from McGonagall, but no more than that. Marlene seemed to be ready with red lipstick, hair pulled back in an elegant plait and the dress-robes.

"So?" she asked, twirling.

"That's the most formal I have ever seen you look," Lily said.

"Good, so it must be the most formal my parents have ever seen me look," she said, looking at the mirror. "At least my dad, I mean. He's the only one coming. My brother is sick, so my mother is with him in St. Mungus. Dad's a muggleborn, so he'll be fine, but I wish my mother was here, you know?"

"I'm sure she would be here, if she could," Anne said from her place in her bed, make-up still be done by Lily.

"I don't doubt that, but it still hurts a bit," she admitted.

Lily smiled at Marlene and hugged her by the side before letting go and going to do Anne's makeup.

It's not that Anne didn't like make-up. She did like it, but when it was on other people. She never really got used to wearing them even though Ginny sometimes insisted on putting some gloss on her lips. What good did it do to someone not even allowed to shower every day outside of school? Now, it was becoming and more and more useful and constant thing in her life and it still made her uncomfortable – when painted, she attracted more looks and it made her look older, so older men would pay attention as well. But what harm could it do in school? Therefore, she allowed Lily to have fun painting her eyelids in brownish tones and leaving her lips to its natural pinkish colour, just with a bit of shiny gloss.

After that, she watched Lily do her own makeup with a brown, almost red eyeshadow that made Anne grateful she hadn't been the user because it looked amazing on her, but not everybody could pull it off, especially not someone with so little confidence in makeup as her. But Lily could, and Lily was.

"Let's go down," Anne said once everybody was ready.

Marlene tripped as she finished putting her shoes on, but quickly ran after Anne and Lily down the stairs, only having the time to get her photographic camera and throwing it around her neck.

With all the children already gone, all that there was in the Common Room were the boys, who were laughing as they listened to music. They seemed relaxed as they lounged around the Common Room, all waiting for their parents – well, by parents they mean Mia, Monty and Misses Pettigrew, if she came at all, after all she had been a bit sick again. Still, they all smiled at the girls as they came further into the room.

"You three look beautiful!" James was the first to say.

"Thanks, James," said Lily, leaning over Remus, who leaned away from her quickly, to kiss his lips quickly.

"Yeah, thanks, James," Anne grumbled, a bit uncomfortable when James pulled Lily back for another kiss, almost making her fall over Remus' lap as the werewolf tensed up, trying to leave the sofa to give the couple space.

Marlene grumbled something, going to sit on the arm of the chair Peter was sitting in. Peter smiled at her and she gave him a quick side-hug.

The blonde woman watched Anne go through Sirius' vinyl and pull a distasteful face when she saw a particular one.

"Why do you have classical music?" she asked, looking over her shoulder to Sirius, who was standing with a butterbeer near the fireplace.

"Because I like it. Why else?" he said, though he blushed a bit.

"No, you don't. You stole this from Regulus!" she said once she saw the scribbled name in the very corner of the album. She laughed. "I'm so telling him!"

"You most certainly will not, Anne, stop that!" Sirius said, turning back to look straight at her. "Put it back. It's mine now. It was in my room when I left, so it's mine."

"Thief," Anne grumbled.

"I'm not going to call you the name I wish to call because James would hit me, you little shite," Sirius said. Remus snorted as he got a butterbeer for himself and went to stand beside his boyfriend. "Anne, really put it back."

Anne did so, but didn't stop snooping around his things to find something better than the ballad that was playing. She was bored enough without such a slow song making that emotional day even more emotional.

"When is Mama coming?" Sirius asked James.

"She said she would be here around two," James answered. "Why?"

"Because I miss her," Sirius said, though it sounded almost like a question. He had been hesitant to admit that, not because it wasn't true, but because he had never done so before in his life.

"I do, too," Anne said, jumping into the conversation as she admired an album that, again, certainly wasn't Sirius', but Remus'. David Bowie's painted face stared back at her. "I miss Mia and Monty."

"Mate, you don't need to be embarrassed about it. Remember my first year? I cried almost every night because I missed my mother," James said, blushing.

"Not even waterboarding could take that information away from me in your place, James," Marlene teased. "What the hell? Are you serious? You were the devil in a child's body in first year and you're telling me you cried yourself to sleep every night because you missed your mama."

"Yes," James said, blushing even more, but shrugging. "I was very close to her. My mother didn't think she would have children, so when she had me and I survived, my parents spoiled me rotten."

"Rotten, indeed," Lily said from where she was sitting beside him, almost in his lap.

Anne put David Bowie's disco to play, ignoring Sirius' glare when she took Can I Seat Next To You Girl and put it away. She glared back as she started Rebel, Rebel without hesitance. He ended up smiling, after all he did like that song enough to ignore the fact that his niece had gone through his things to get it.

Lily ended up laughing at the song, always thinking it was a bit ridiculous, especially when Remus' shoulders started moving in a terrible little dance that made Peter squeal. Anne smiled at her godfather, running towards him and getting his hands, making him move more than just his shoulders as she lip-sync the song with exaggerated motions.

Snap. Snap.

A flash of light that didn't stop Anne from having fun with Remus, shaking her shoulders and trying to make her hair stay in place. Not that it worked for long, because Lily jumped in, dancing as well and holding one of Anne's hands and one of Remus, spinning the little circle they made as fast as she could.

Snap. Snap.

Marlene clicked away pictures of the afternoon.

Lily and Anne dancing.

Lily and James kissing.

Remus and Sirius kissing after Remus won another match in chess.

Peter took a picture of Marlene sitting beside Anne as she drank a bit of wine.

Marlene clicked a picture as Peter took a taste of Anne's wine and winced with the taste, making her laugh lively.

But their teenage fun ended as the parents started to come in, Misses and Mister Potter guiding Misses and Mister Evans into the Common Room, Petunia following them closely by, eyes running around as if she was trying to memorize every corner of the place.

"Mum! Daddy!" Lily squealed, running into their arms. "'Tuney!"

"Lils!" Petunia said, though not as excited, clearly emotional to see her sister and the life she could have had.

Anne smiled to herself. It was nice to see that image of the two sisters.

"Mama!" Sirius said, jumping into Mia's arms. "Dad!" he said, pulling Monty into the hug.

"Mum! Dad!" James said, running to hug them beside Sirius, sort of hugging his friend as well.

Remus took a moment shifting uncomfortably, still unsure of what to do, but as he saw Anne walking to hug them as well, he followed them, though he did let go quicker than everybody else.

The next one to let go was Anne, taking a few steps backs from the smothering physical contact that group hugs seemed to make her experience, so she just watched from the back.

"I thought you'd come later," Anne said to her grandparents.

"Since we have so many children enrolled into the school, we were given special treatment," Mia said. "I mean, one, two, three, four! Four!" she said, counting the heads. "And a half," she added, winking at Lily. James and Lily blushed.

Petunia slowly walked further into the Common Room.

"Well, hello there," Marlene said raising her eyebrows. "What are you doing here, 'Tuney'?"

"Marls," said Anne in warning. "Lily and Petunia made up, please, act accordingly. Hello, Petunia. How have you been?"

"A lot better than what I was expecting," Petunia answered. "Yourself?"

"Can't complain," Anne said.

"Your uniform looks different," Petunia commented, turning to Lily.

"These are the formal school dressing-robes," Lily answered, letting go of her parents and drying her face, making sure her makeup wasn't messed up with a quick spell. "We only wear them when we have important guests or when we graduate. They're expensive."

"And a bit short... don't you think so, Anne?" James said, looking at her with narrowed eyes. "Roll the skirt down."

"It makes me look fat, though, James, really. I look terrible with it past my knees," Anne dismissed, not even looking at her father. "Go on, Lily, how much is it normally?"

"Like a good 30 galleons, easy," Lily said, hesitating as she looked between Anne and James. "Anne, sweetheart, roll it down before James has a heart attack, please. We need him alive for the graduation."

Anne glared at her father before rolling her skirt down a single roll, though James seemed ready to say something else, Peter shook his head at him as if to not let him do something stupid and he closed his mouth soon after. Anne smiled at the round boy, who gave her a small wink back.

An exciting conversation about how hard it was for Misses and Mister Evans to get through the security provided by the Ministry without Monty's assistance started as Monty retold the whole tale with great amusement as he talked about their reaction to the floo with the help of magical equipment turned to muggle usage. Petunia seemed slightly green as she remembered the turning and turning of the trip that brought her to the Headmaster's office.

"He has an odd bird," Petunia mentioned.

"Yes, it's a phoenix, dear," explained Mia, turning to her. "A very magical bird, who seems to have liked you a lot."

"A great honour, indeed," Monty said, nodding as he sat between James and Sirius in the sofa.

"One I was lucky enough to have, the bloody bird hates me," Anne told the pale girl sitting beside Lily. "When a bird this magical, his powerful and that picky likes you, it means you have a lot of courage, magical or not. It's very important."

"Really?" Petunia sounded almost painfully hopeful.

"Really!" Marlene said. "The bird squawks like a hawk whenever I'm in there. I hate getting in trouble because the fucking thing gives me headaches, unbearable."

"Language!" James said.

"You're not my dad, fuck off!" Marlene dismissed.

James glared at her as she showed her biggest finger at him, making Mia giggle. The noise made Marlene smile quite proudly at her own sense of humour.

Before she could start throwing any joke at all to keep Mia's attention on herself, Marlene was stopped by the loud and obnoxious cleaning of the throat of the Fat Lady.

"Miss Anne?" the Fat Lady said. "There are two gentlemen to talk to you out here."

"Who?" she asked.

"A Mister Regulus Black and a Mister Snape," she said, uncomfortably shifting with her empty glass in hand.

"If you could do the great favour of letting them in, Romilda, that would be amazing of you," Anne said. James turned to Anne in shock, confused to her name for the Fat Lady. "Alright, listen up, boys, anyone calls Severus 'Snivellus', and I'll cut tongues off today."

"Yes, ma'am," they said in a defeated voice.

Regulus was the first to walk in, hands in his pockets and clearly excited to be in the Gryffindor Common Room for the first time looking around in great admiration.

"It's just like in the Room!" he mused. "Wonderful. Though quite warmer, I admit."

"It is summer," Sirius said, trying to be confident.

Regulus looked at him and smiled, not answering at once, but watching as Severus uncomfortably marched into the Common Room.

"Severus didn't want to come, but I did say he needed to come to see his girlfriend," he said in an awfully loud tone. "I mean, why wouldn't he? What type of horrible man doesn't come see his girlfriend in graduation day? Everybody's shagging back in Slytherin. Oh!" he giggled. "Hello there, Lord Potter, Lady Potter, James."

James just stared at him as if trying to decide if he could be killed without getting himself landed in jail. Mia held his shoulder comfortably, noticing something at the very same time as Anne did.

"You're drunk," Anne mused, starting to laugh. "Hello, Regulus. Hello, Severus."

"Anne, please, take him away from my hands," Severus said in a pleading tone. "He had already cried and hugged to the point I couldn't brew a Sober-Up Potion. And he needs it before Lord and Lady Black get here."

"Lord Potter? She's dating a Lord?" Mister Evans whispered to Misses Evans.

Lily blushed as Petunia stared right at her.

"A have a few ready," Remus said.

"I'll go get it before this poor boy embarrasses himself any further," Peter said, jumping from where he was sitting and running up the stairs.

Regulus watched him go.

"Where is he going?" he asked.

"To get you up right again," answered Anne. She led him to the sofa beside Petunia and Lily. "Your mother would kill you if she saw you right now, you know?"

"She can try," he dismissed. He leaned over to her. "She did already, but you know that, you saw the scars," he giggled. "You saw everything."

James gagged somewhere in the back.

"PETER, HURRY UP!" Sirius yelled up, getting up from the sofa, already pale from the sound of gagging. Mia laughed, getting up and following Sirius to try and make him sit down once more. "PETER! WORMTAIL! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"

"ON MY WAY!" Peter screamed.

Severus quickly marched to where Anne was standing and forced Regulus to sit down upright and put his back against the sofa's rest, pulling his face up as Peter walked into the Common Room again. Peter ran to them and threw the bitter purple down the young boy's throat careful not to spill anything.

Regulus gagged and Sirius shot up again, ready to run. Mia and Monty pulled him down at the sofa at once and James laughed, quite happy to see Regulus suffering a bit after the 'you saw everything' joke he did.

Once he had swallowed down everything, Anne watched the boy blush, finally processing all he did while drunk, since his memories were still there, just a bit fuzzy.

"Oh, Merlin," he groaned.

"Merlin, indeed. Be glad Severus brought you here before you did something stupid in public that could get back to your family," she said, pushing his hair away from his face with a bit too much care by the confused look Peter gave her. She took a step back as she was reminded that he didn't know about her true relationship. "Welcome back, Mister Regulus Black."

"I'm sorry," he said.

Severus smirked.

"I won't tell anyone about our talk in corridor, don't worry," Severus said.

"Oh, please!" Regulus said, almost pleading for him to keep his promise.

Anne turned to Severus.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you later," he said to her in a stage-whisper.

"SEVERUS!" Regulus complained.

Names were being called in alphabetic order of people's family and, yet, Sirius smiled at Anne and James as he stood in between them after not explaining his very out place placement.

Regulus. Lily. Remus. Mary. Dorcas. Marlene – they had already been called, received their diploma and their congratulations from Dumbledore and from the Ministry of Magic standing stiffly beside the older man.

"Potter-Sage, Anne," announced Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Anne was surprised she was called Potter-Sage now. They had done a small exception because, even so, she would need to be after James and Sirius with that new surname. Still, they wanted her the first Potter of the generation to graduate.

Claps, so many claps. And she was pretty sure Monty whooped as well.

As she walked to the smiling Minerva, she realised just how many people she had on her side. Her family and friends, all clapping and cheering for her with smiles or discreet claps a bit stronger than from those around them. She realised just how right everything seemed to be going, even far away from Dumbledore's plan. With a quick look around, she saw James and Sirius standing and clapping, though they shouldn't be by the way McGonagall was glaring at them. She smiled at them.

Anne felt truly important.

She took the diploma and shook the professor's hand.

"You're doing great, Anne," McGonagall said. "You're going to be great."

"I will do everything right, Professor," she said in a tone of promise.

"Do your best and it shall be enough for me," she answered in the same tone. A fighting tone, at that. And Anne knew that she had McGonagall to call upon if fight was needed.

She took a few more steps, walking to Dumbledore, who smiled sickly sweetly at her as he offered his hands.

"My congratulations Miss Anne Potter-Sage," he said, almost teasing her.

"Thank you," she said. "Not just for the diploma, but for the name thing," she added.

"The least I could do for you now that everybody knows you've been officially adopted by the Potters," he said. Bare minimum, but yet Anne smiled. "Go to your family, Anne, they are waiting for you."

She shook the hand of the Minister with little attention before almost running to her family, who hugged her tight.

"Mister Potter, James," McGonagall said.

"Your dad," whispered Mia in the hug.

They pulled apart to watch and clap and whoop for James as well, who insisted on kissing McGonagall's cheeks instead of shaking her head and she laughed, this time not daring to scold him. He came down quickly as well, but before they could congratulate him, McGonagall spoke.

"Potter, Sirius," there was a wobbly quality to her now emotional voice.

Though Lady Black scoffed somewhere in the back, Sirius stood proudly as his new name was called. There was no hesitation and no surprise. He knew he was going to be called as a Potter; he had asked to be done so.

Mia's eyes were tearful and her bottom lip shook in place as she held back a surprise and emotional sob, but clapped just as loud as she had done to her own son, Remus screaming his boyfriend's name from beside her. Monty smiled, crossing his arms as he held back tears with the proudest face that he had ever felt him having as he looked at the sickly pale Orion Black, who didn't even dare clap – he almost seemed to say; 'see, that's how you treat a kid', going as far as smiling at the man 'that's my child now'. The Black Heir was now another Potter Heir.

"Go Sirius!" James screamed. "Come on, Brother!"

Sirius smiled brightly as he winked at Marlene.

"Get a photograph of it, Marls!" he screamed.

"Hell yeah, Potter!" she answered.