"He's not your son!"

"He might as well be!" I heard Molly yell and I looked at Bill confused.

"Should we-"

"I think we should." He nodded and we entered the dining room to find Sirius and Molly glaring at each other. "What the hell is going on?"

"Umm, Molly doesn't want Harry in any Order meetings, Sirius does and shit has left the room." Remus shrugged and looked at me. "I'd take a seat if I were you two."

"Vix, you'll back me up, right? Molly doesn't want Harry involved with the Order but given the circumstances, I think he should." Sirius pulled me towards him and I sighed standing in between the both of them.

"As much as I hate to admit it, Molly's right. He's too young, Sirius. Not even we were that old when we joined. We did that after graduation." I said and Sirius scoffed.

"He's the-"

"I know he is. That's why I'm agreeing with Molly. The less involved he is, the better. He's just a boy, Sirius. He has O.W.L.s to worry about and I'm not letting his grades drop just because of him."

"James would've-"

"HE'S NOT JAMES, PADFOOT! And neither am I. And if it's any constellation, James would agree with me on this." I crossed my arms and glared at him.

"She's not wrong."

"I'm just saying that he should know what happens around here." Sirius shrugged and sat down.

"I know and I agree with you on that. But I'm also concerned about his mental health. We weren't forced into a war at fifteen, we were forced at eighteen and look at how that turned out. Look at how it affected us. Imagine how that would affect his fifteen year old mind, Sirius. James isn't here, I know. But he's not like James. Not completely anyways. Things are very different than how they were back in the seventies. I have connections in the Ministry, and it's a chaos because of his trial. And don't you fucking dare say that you're going with because I'll punch a wall. I'm not going. Now, just let it fucking go or we'll go have this conversation elsewhere." I said pointing at the door where the kids where standing.

"You're not the same Vix, I guess." Sirius mumbled and I sighed.

"No, I'm not. The old Vix was naive, I'm not."

"They're gonna fight right?"

"Yep."

"Is it gonna end badly?"

"Probably."

"Are you scared?"

"Terrified."

...

~Sirius POV~

"You're an idiot. You do know that right?"

"Can it, Remus. I'm not in the mood." I rolled my eyes and fed Buckbeak. "Where is she anyways?"

"Molly forced her to take a nap. That was some argument you two had. The screams bounced off the walls, y'know? Bill had to take the kids out for ice cream." Remus said and leaned on the doorway. "It's been happening a lot lately. You two never fought like this. Everything okay?"

"I dunno. Everything started when she read Reg's letter." I mumbled.

"She's mourning, Sirius. Vix has her own peculiar way of mourning. She pushes people away and locks herself in her thoughts and that's never good. Right now, the last thing she needs is someone pushing all of her buttons at once. She needs her Snuffles to be there for her. There's only so much I can do now." Remus shrugged and I sighed.

"How did you help her? Those twelve years, how did you do it?"

"Patience, and lots of it. Just go to her and in time, she'll open up. But you can't force her to talk when she's not ready. Regulus meant the world to her. He was a little brother to Jade. She's mourning her brothers, Pads. She never stopped mourning James too." Remus said and pointed at my room and you could hear the music blasting. "She's in there. You know what to do way better than I do. I'll be downstairs if you two need moral support. I'm doing it because you two are the only family I've got. I've never seen you fight like this and I don't like it. Now go and fix your shit before it gets worse."

"Is she listening to Bon Jovi again?"

"Yep. I think I made a mistake in fixing James' old record player. I wonder how long it will take her to start blasting Queen again." Remus chuckled and walked down the stairs.

I sighed and walked towards my old bedroom to find her sitting in the bed reading.

"What's that?"

"A book I found in Reg's bedroom. Apparently Bellatrix gave it to him but he never read it. It's about the Dark Arts. Really fascinating stuff, y'know?" She shrugged and continued reading. "I'm not fancying the Dark Arts, by the way. But we should at least know what we're dealing with."

"Can we talk? About what I said? About-"

"Comparing me to James? What's there to talk about? I'm not James and I'm so fucking sorry we're not in school anymore. That's all there is to it. I'm sorry I'm not twenty-one anymore and that I somehow grew up. But guess what, Sirius? I think it's time you do the same." I sighed and sat down next to her. "This isn't the seventies anymore. A lot of shit happened and you weren't around. Dorcas died, so did Mary. Alice and Frank were tortured to insanity and poor Neville is living with his grandmother. Remus, you and I are the only ones that are left from the 'inner circle'. How does that make me feel? I survived and I had nothing left to live for except for Adhara and she's dead too. And that's just the tip of the damn iceberg."

"Sunshine-"

"You know what I did weeks after she died? I tried to end it, Sirius. End all of it, if it wasn't for Remus, I would've. He walked in just in time. He didn't work for five months because whenever he turned his back, I tried to kill myself. I couldn't handle it. And guess how old I was? Twenty-one and twenty-two. If I couldn't handle it at that age, what makes you think that Harry can handle it at fifteen?" I looked at her in shock and she started laughing and closed the book. "That's right, Pads. Your sunshine was fucking suicidal. Tell me, am I still as bright as you once thought I was?"

"You're even brighter now, Jade. You overcame so much shit and you bounced back. If it's any constellation, I'm even prouder of you than I already was." Jade shook her head and started crying.

"Stop it. Stop saying you're proud of me when all I've done is cause chaos. Stop saying that you're proud of me, Sirius. I've done things, stupid things. I've spent the first half of my life trying to stray my wand from dark magic. The other half I've spent it trying to forget my past. So just stop it." She sobbed and I wrapped my arms around her.

"It's okay, sunshine. I'm really sorry that-"

"You compared me to James? It's okay. I'm used to it, we both were actually."

"Huh?"

"We were always compared to each other growing up. Downside of having a sibling, I guess."

"You two never talked about it."

"It was nobody's business. And we never saw the need to. But I guess it's out in the open now."

"But we never-"

"You did. You just never noticed. We were used to it. From our friends to even our own parents, we were always compared to each other. It was even worse when my family heard that I'm a Slytherin. They thought I was gonna go dark if it wasn't for Bam Bam and his perfect Gryffindor ways. I don't blame you though. Having a sibling may be tough, but having a twin is worse. Everyone expected us to be exactly alike. Same house, same friends, same wand, etcetera. Meanwhile my wand is threstal hair and Blackwood, his was dragon heartstring and mahogany. My house was the snake pit, his was the lion's den. We were polar opposites, but it worked. But my relatives didn't like that. They wanted me to be just like perfect James Potter." She shrugged and wiped her tears. "Besides, I'm just hormonal."

"That's exactly why it worked, sunshine. You two were polar opposites. You brought your cunning brain and James brought the courageous instincts. You two are soulmates but for twins! It worked." I smiled and she nodded slightly. "I'm really sorry, y'know? I never meant for it to come out that way. I really am."

"It's fine. It was just weird to hear 'you're nothing like James' again. And that reminds me, I have something to show you." She smiled standing up and handing me a picture. "I'm ready if you are."

"No way!"

"Yes way! That's why Bill and I were out today. Six weeks along today." I started crying and hugged her. "It's our second chance. I'm ready if you are."

"Twins!? Are you sure we're cut up for this?" I smirked.

"If Mum could do it, why can't we? You ready?"

"Bring it on!"