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“Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!” (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 23, page 432)

“Hermione, wait! Please don’t go!”, shouted Harry. Hermione stopped in her steps and turned back to look her friend in the eyes. “I’ve had enough of us never talking about the elephants in the room.”

“What are you talking mate? There aren’t any elephants in the room.” Asked Ron confused.

“It’s a muggle figure of speech, Ronald. It means there’s a topic or thing that's clearly a problem and nobody is mentioning it.”, answered Hermione after letting out a sight and sitting down on the solo sofa.

“Ron, I don’t want to lose your friendship, but Hermione is right! We don’t appreciate her enough and I am sorry, Hermione, I really am. I’m happy you enjoyed the ball, you really do look beautiful tonight. We should respect you more, you are the sister I never thought I needed. You are always there for us. You are the first and only one who has really stayed and genuinely cares. Can’t we just stop fighting? I’m tired of fighting. Why can’t we just get along?” Harry then turned to his redhead friend, “Ron, you are the brother I always wanted, the brother I always needed, and it hurts when you don’t see that I don’t want the fame, I don’t want the attention, I want to just be Harry, I am just Harry. And you are more than just another Weasley. Heck, Dumbledore said you did the greatest game ever played at Hogwarts and Hogwarts has been around for over a millenia.”

“1,094 years to be exact.”, interjected Hermione.

“Right, thank you Hermione. You don’t need to compare yourself to us or your siblings, you just have to be you. Be who you are and you’ll stick out because of how brilliant you are. I see it, Hermione sees it, you would see it too if you'd stop comparing yourself to your brothers and us.”

“And if you feel insecure, uncomfortable or jealous you should just talk to us. We don’t need to carry the brunt of your temper Ron, we do it because we love you.”, interjected Hermione, softening her tone of voice trying to not be in the offence.

“Have I really hurt you?” asked Ron with an ashamed expression, Harry and Hermione looked at each other for a moment, then nodded. “I’m sorry guys, I’m used to not matter.” Ron’s lanky frame started to shake softly after his last word came out of his mouth.

Harry took a step closer to his friends and hugged them. “You matter Ron, you matter to us. We won’t leave you behind or ignore you.” he whispered loud enough for the three to hear in the quiet common room.

“You can ask for what you need, we’ll always be here for you Ron. I think I can speak for Harry and myself that you are the brother we’ve always needed and wanted. No one had stood up for us before we met you. You truly are brilliant, do you know how quiet we are without you?” Hermione whispered back.

“You guys think I’m brilliant? Me? Ron Weasley? Hermione Granger and Harry Potter think I’m brilliant?” Answered Ron after a few hushed sobs that broke his friend’s hearts just a little bit more.

“Well, of course you are Ron! You’re also a great and loyal friend. The best brother we could’ve ever asked for.” said Harry. With tears in his eyes, Ron hugged his two best friends tighter.

The three friends remain quiet for a few minutes. As if the silence was the only thing that would bind them as siblings. Just basking in the warm embrace Harry let out a sigh and muttered, “I wished we could be a family for real. I wished that no matter what happens I could always be this happy.”

“That would be nice, mate. Family dinners once a week, small traditions and little inside jokes of other inside jokes”, Ron let out a light laugh after his sentence.

Hermione raised her head with a brilliant smile and teary eyes. “What would you guys say if I told you that there’s a way?”

“Really, ‘Mione?! What do we need to do?” asked Harry excitedly

“Is it safe?” asked Ron at the same time. Though people normally wouldn’t think so, Ron was normally the “mother hen” when Harry and Hermione went overboard with their interest.

“I was researching soul bonds for my arithmancy class and found a book in theー

“The restricted section!” exclaimed the boys in unison and laughed after noticing their overlapping.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted” Hermione gave a faux glare at her friends before starting her explanation at a rapid pace. “It’s technically both a blood adoption ritual and a loyalty vow. We would be blood related siblings, since we are older than 11 years old we shouldn’t have that much of a noticeable physical difference if anyone thinks there’s something odd with us. We would also be able to sort of feel each other’s feelings, thoughts and magic. Though I read that it isn’t intrusive it’s more like a hunch in the back of your mindー

“Hermione, relax, we aren't going to shut this down. You had us at, blood related siblings. What do we need so we can do this as soon as possible?” Ron smiled after looking at Harry who was glowing with happiness and excitement.

Hermione smiled as well after looking at Harry and tried to recall the ritual, “It needs to be at the new moon to represent a new beginning. Since the full moon was over a week ago, the new moon is in a week. I think we need a few drops of our blood, a single hair strand each, candles, water, a meaningful object to each other, a feather, pomegranate seeds, and our wands to make the vow.”

“Would you guys really want to do this? You don’t have to, I would understand.”, questioned Harry trying to hide his growing disappointment and agitation. Ron and Hermione look at each other and then at Harry. They knew Harry wasn’t doubting them, his aunt and uncle made him doubt he could ever be loved. They vowed to themselves to do anything in their power to make Harry understand that wasn't true. Harry was to be their little brother and together they would make a family where there wouldn’t be any hatred to lurk around.

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The trio decided to do the sibling ritual at Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. After their second year they started working really hard on their rapport, Ron and Hermione manage to have a somewhat friendly relationship with Myrtle.

“Hello Myrtle, happy new year! How have you been doing?” asked Hermione politely.

“Hello Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Usually, since it’s Yule no one has bothered me. So I have my toilet all by myself, you are as always welcome by the way, Harry.”

“Thank you Myrtle, perhaps another time. We need to do this today.” 

“Oh, okay. What are you doing this time, anyway?” Harry and Ron looked at their soon to be older sister. Hermione lets out a huff. She loves her boys, she really does, but they sometimes depend too much on her.

“We are trying to do a sibling bond ritual. Which would make us siblings by blood and recognized by magic as such.”

“That doesn't sound like dark magic.”

“That’s because it isn’t. The wizengamot ruled everything with blood as grey since they didn’t want to catalogue each and every ritual. Which really it would have been easier to catalogue it by intention, but wixen have never been known to own an ounce of logic. This is an ancient and traditional way to prevent houses from going extinct so really it seems like what my family back home would say “Como anillo al dedo”, that is, it fits like a ring to a finger in Spanish.''

“Oh, that’s so interesting. Do you mind if I watch? ” asked Myrtle ever the ravenclaw.

“Not at all, we do need you to be quiet though. As any distraction could draw significant consequences to us. We don’t want to disturb lady magic.”, after saying that Hermione examines the floor and starts drawing some circles and runes, lights four candles with the incendio charm on the North, South, East and West and starts scraping runes on the caldron. 

As the boys sit down, they watch her pour the water they collected from the black lake, sea salt, the strand of hair of each one (this time she took them just before going to the lavatory she wasn’t known to make the same mistake twice, specially with such an important potion), the mashed pomegranate seeds (provided by the elves), and the feather.  

After letting out a sigh, Hermione takes out of her pocket a pair of earrings. She looks back at the boys and says in a low voice, “These are passed down from the woman in my family, I offered them as my sacrifice to lady magic.” The objects each were going to sacrifice weren't to be shared until the ritual. It represented the seriousness and commitment they have with each other to become a family.

Ron nods and takes out a rune stone out of his pocket “This is a rune stone my Aunt Muriel gave me, it doesn’t carry any function for divination anymore since the rest of the set was lost but I have treasure it for as long as I can remember, I offered it as my sacrifice to lady magic.”

Harry followed his soon to be siblings and took out a glasses case. “These were my father’s glasses, I offered them as my sacrifice to lady magic.” 

After putting them in the caldron and waiting for a few more minutes, Hermione took out her wand and cut her forearm for nine drops of her blood, after healing it she did the same thing for Ron and Harry. She stirred the potion three times clockwise. The three raise their wands and start chanting three times, “ We request the guide and blessing of Lady Magic, Hekate, on this endeavour for us to become one family as there has always been divinity in the number of three. ” Hermione pours the potion in three goblets and they drink the concoction.

“ I, Hermione Jean Sanz Granger, so sincerely vow to you, Ronald Billius Weasley and Charlus James Potter-Evans to always be your older sister, to always guide you with my wisdom, to always be the safe haven you need when the world around us gets too big, to always lend a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. I vow to be there always protecting you, so mote it be for we will be one family. ”

“ I, Ronald Billius Weasley, so sincerely vow to you, Hermione Jean Sanz Granger and Charlus James Potter-Evans to always be your older brother, to always be the first to stand up to defend your honour, to always have you back when the world around us is against you, to always lend you a hand in the matters of love and war. I vow to be there always protecting you, so mote it be for we are to be one family. ”

“ I, Charlus James Potter-Evans, so sincerely vow to you, Hermione Jean Sanz Granger and Ronald Billius Weasley to always be your younger brother and patriarch, to always be your protector, to always take care you when the world around us is drowning you, to always support your endeavours. I vow to always be there protecting you, so mote it be for we are one family. ”

~OoO~

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” The echo of a dark and velvety voice made it hard to distinguish where it was coming from, not that Hermione could see a thing. Her surroundings were pitch black, it felt like she had been dropped into the abyss or a blackhole. Strangely though, she felt comforted instead of panicked or scared considering the serious ritual she had done. “Do you plan to answer my question anytime soon, girl?” huffed the voice

“I’ll answer as soon as I can see you. It’s rude not to talk face to face when having a conversation.” Demanded Hermione crossing her arms. At this moment she expected to be with her, now, brothers or dead. She would rather wrap this up as soon as possible to make sure they were okay and in one piece. She honestly couldn’t trust Harry to be safe even locked up at Myrtle's lavatory. A sudden light emanated from a strange and large figure with a hood. The being was otherworldly with a heavy powerful aura. 

“You don’t seem to understand the severity of your actions. You’ve just changed my workload and your entire destiny. Yet, have the insolence to ask for your mortal etiquette.” The entity took off his hood, a dead-pale man with pitch black curly hair and garnet eyes greeted her. “So I’ll ask again, little girl, do you have any idea of what you’ve just done?” growl the male-like being, intending for Hermione to take a few steps back. However, the sorting hat didn’t place the young witch in Gryffindor just for her passion and beliefs, her unyielding stubbornness and blind courage were also part of that decision.

“I did what had to be done so I wouldn't be taken away from them. I’ll do whatever is necessary for Ron and Harry to feel safe and cared for and I’d do it a thousand times more if it means for them to be happy.” The brunette stood her ground, raising her head trying to meet the figure’s eyes preparing herself for a heated debate of her life choices. The dark man let out a quiet chuckle and appraised her for the first time.

“You my dear, remind me so much of My Queen. So warm and delicate like a hermione rose yet people tend to forget that you are a powerful little thing. Don’t they?” the man gave a pregnant pause, allowing Hermione to soaked in his words. “You have done a lot of things for those boys and would do so much more for them. Wouldn’t you?” Hermione was about to argue that “those boys” were now her brothers and the answer was and always will be, yes.

“No. Don’t answer, I already know what your response will be.” The black hair man raised his hands, stopping her from interrupting his monologue. “You would kill for these boys, you would die for these boys. You would sell your soul and more if it meant they got to live another day. I could tell you how reckless you’ve been, but we both know since that samhain of 1991 you would do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Yet you don’t know just how much this little ritual of yours has changed the destiny of every wix in the UK.”

He lets out a sight before continuing, gathering from her incredulous expression that she didn’t know just how much of an impact the ritual had done. “You were always meant to have a life closely intertwined with them but you just woven your destiny with theirs. You have renounced, freely may I add, your familiar bonds just so you could make a new house with them. You will never be able to claim the lineage you were born to anymore. You have decided to surrender everything you had, a loving and supportive family, for two mere boys who the fates and magic want to play like muppets.” 

“What do you mean play like muppets? They are still children! They aren’t even old enough for magical maturity yet!” interrogated Hermione agitated. Her brothers are bright and talented wizards but she wanted to think that they would have a happy and peaceful life after all the triwizard rubbish was over. 

“You have interwoven your life to a prophet and prophesied hero. Did you know that? No, clearly you didn’t. Your hero would’ve lived so many hardships for his rare happy ending. And your prophet… let’s just say his destiny was to be asleep.” Answered the tall man in a bored tone. “You and your love for your hero and prophet have convinced the fates, magic and even death itself that there’s a better way. That the tragedy and misery that was written doesn’t have to be in vain. Know that doesn’t mean you won’t have tragedy and misery. Those two always come no matter what. But it will be different and other types of painful, much more painful.”

“Wait…” whispered Hermione.

“You are the oldest, you are to be their guide and mentor… You weren’t supposed to walk the path of darkness and now you will… Just like my Persephone, you will do whatever it takes to not be apart from them, no matter the sacrifice.”

“Persephone? Mentor?” she questioned, it was too much of an info dump for her mind at the moment. “Excuse me, my Lord, I don’t even have an idea what to do. How am I supposed to guide two rowdy teenage boys in a world that has literally just changed?”

“Have you realised who I am, child?” The male figure raised his right eyebrow smirking, somewhat impressed with the young woman.

“Yes, my Lord. I imagine your investment in our life’s has to do with Riddle's faux death, yes?” the witch stated not really leaving room to doubt that she wasn’t asking a question. The snicker of the curly hair man echoed the blackhole-like abyss.

The Lord of the Underworld drew himself to his full height and stated, “Tom Marvolo Riddle will regret the day he didn’t listen to Hekate. For you and your love are the cause of a worse demise. Listen to my warning Hermione Jean Potter-Granger from today on, you aren't to ever be a rook, you are a queen.”

“Henceforth I hereby provide you with my blessing, and by virtue, My Queen’s blessing as well. Do not fear the shadows for they will embrace and treat you as their own. May you follow the path of your heart and love as fiercely and protectively as your soul desires. You’ll walk to death willingly and with a full life of achievements. Have a good life Hermione Potter-Granger, remember the words spoken this day and know I'll always be watching.” After his last words came out of his mouth everything went black.

~OoO~

When Hermione opened her eyes she met her boys' gaze. She noticed that no one who didn't actually search for the differences could tell but Ron’s eyes had a green hue that wasn’t there before, better described as aqua coloured. While Harry had a more bluish undertone, no longer it could be compared to Lily Potter’s eyes. Feeling their presence once again, Hermione felt a peace she had never felt before. In a way it felt like a part of her she never knew was missing finally came back home. It filled her with immense joy and energy as if she imagine could cast a corporeal patronus easily.

“Hermione?” Ron's voice snapped Hermione out of her thoughts. His hair had darkened to auburn colour and it had become a little unruly like her own.

“Yes?” she asked, still in a daze.

“Are you okay? You seem kind of out of it. Did something in the ritual go wrong?” Harry’s concerned voice made her turn to observe him. Harry had even less differences, she would hazard a guess and say that Harry’s hair will be more manageable from now on and it was more akin to her own hair colour. “Yes, just… you look like brothers.” 

“You mean the three of us, because you look like a Potter.”, corrected Ron. Hermione stood up and walked towards the mirrors. Like Harry, her hair had turned much more manageable and her eyes were now hazel, just like James Potter’s pictures. 

“Well Hermione, now we can plan our revenge against Snape with another James Potter clone.” jokes Harry with a contagious sparke in his eyes.

“It’s Professor Snape Harry, honestly!” chided Hermione.

“You can’t be serious Hermione! The wanker is barely a decent human being. Why should we give respect to a git who’s always bullying children? And what he said to you after the densaugeo hex was totally uncalled for.” protested Ron. Tired of his now sister defending the cruel bat of the dungeon.

“You aren’t wrong.” said Hermione pensively. “Putting Professor Snape aside for the moment we have other more concerning matters. I didn’t think we would be blessed by other deities besides Lady Magic. I’m concern, an Olympian taking an interest in us means that our destiny is important for humanities history. Quite personally I’ve always thought that being a main character in human history is never a good thing. It means pain and suffering for the greater good. And the “greater good” has never really been a greater good for anybody.” The boys looked at her confused. 

“Olympian? As in, that wasn’t a dream?” Ask Ron, suddenly taking off his right shoe and sock finding what he was looking for, turning a sick shade of white. Harry and Hermione approached with trepidation, finding a sort of trident mark on their brother's leg. “Poseidon… I’m going to be sick… so many deaths… I can’t believe that’s what the Fates were weaving.” 

“Ron it’s okay, that won't happen anymore. We just change it, remember?” Hermione whispered, slowly soothing him. 

Ron took a deep breath and looked determined at his siblings. “Who did you guys get tied to?” He interrogated, leaving no room for argument.

Harry let out a sight before answering his now auburn hair brother. “Zeus. But I don’t know what that has to do with your new tattoo though.”

“Poseidon said it’s the mark of a patron God. Based on Hermione's words I’m not the only one with it. Go on, show me, you must be in pain in some area of your body.” Ron looked straight towards Hermione, who had stayed silent as if she didn’t want to continue the path of the conversation. The tallest of the siblings was the most stubborn of the three and it showed when Hermione let out a resigned huff after losing the stare contest with her overbearing brother.

“Fine, you win.” Hermione lifts her jumper, showing a delicate and dainty watercolor pomegranate at her left rib. “Lord Hades said that we have shown the fates a better way without so many deaths but that we will live a different type of pain.” Her comment left a bitter taste in their mouth. What could they sacrifice that would be worse than death? Immortals do have a different way to see pain and duty.

Hermione cleared her voice to change the subject and directed her gaze towards her littlest brother “What about you Harry? Where’s your patronage mark?” Harry looked nervous while taking off his Weasley jumper and turned his back to his siblings. Hermione had to agree with Trevanian on this one, “ Irony is Fate’s most common figure of speech ”. Harry’s tattoo was a lightning bolt starting on the top of his spine. It basically looked like a venom running through his back. “The fates really do have a wicked sense of humour don’t they, Harry?” asked an amused Hermione at her little brother.  

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“Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes’ time, I will be asking you to make your way down to the Quidditch field for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Will the champions please follow Mr. Bagman down to the stadium now.” (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 31, Page 619)

Ron hugged his brother and murmured in his ear, “Brother, before you touch the cup with Cedric tell him to be alert. There’s another thing waiting for you after you touch it.” After they separate Ron says in a normal tone of voice “Good luck, mate! Stay safe, we’ll see you at the other side”

“Harry, do be safe. Remember it doesn’t matter if you win, the important thing is for you to be alive. Keep in check your saving people thing,” begged Hermione with tears in her eyes. She gives him a Hermy hug and whispers “We love you, brother. Don’t you ever forget that, you have to come back to us. You won’t ever be alone. In the summer you are coming to my parent’s and everything will be okay, I promise.”

~OoO~

“Cedric before we touch the cup I need you to know that the moment we touch this cup it won’t end the tournament. Ron has this ability to predict certain things. And he told me we are going to touch the cup together and to stay alert.” said Harry to the older boy.

“My cousin said something similar. She said to duck down the moment I hear a voice that isn’t yours and act like I’m dead. I think you’d like her.”

“Then, introduce us after this is all over and we are safe. But If I die tonight, I need you to promise to be there for Ron and Hermione...please.”

“You won't die tonight, Harry.” declared Cedric with a finalised tone.

“But if I do, please, promise me that.” Begged Harry.

“Of course I will, but if I were to give my last breath today. Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents. . . bring my body back.” Harry nodded sternly.

“On three, right?” said Harry. “One — two — three —” He and Cedric both grasped a handle.” (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 31, Page 635)

~OoO~

Ron and Hermione felt something wrong was going on. After the red sparks, things seem to have calmed down but now Harry’s distress had skyrocketed and it wasn’t normal. In the almost seven months since the ritual they had never felt Harry’s emotions this strongly. And that’s counting the second task when he saw the both of them in the depths of the Black Lake. Ron and Hermione shared a look and took off running to find Dumbledore.

“Professor Dumbledore, we need to talk to you!” blurted Hermione trying to catch her breath. She really should start at least jogging around the neighbourhood this summer. Albus Dumbledore had always given the impression of a whimsical man, but surely for something this concerning he would take it seriously.

“Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, what is this about?” Asked Professor Mcgonagall. 

 “It’s okay Minerva. It’ll only take a few minutes.” Dumbledore stood up and made the motion with his head for the siblings to follow him.

“Professor, something is wrong. They should’ve been out of the maze right now.”, begged Ron with desperation. For this man, the most powerful wizard of his time, to do something, anything to save his brother. He could feel Harry’s terror and he wouldn’t stand losing his brother for the entertainment of wizards who never saw him as human.

“Mr. Weasley, I understand that you are scared for your friend but I assure you that the maze is perfectly safe.” Said Dumbledore with his grandfatherly voice but to Hermione’s ears it felt like a condescending trick he used at every dinner party.

“You mean as safe as when Harry had to fight a thousand year old basilisk? Or when his name was called by the Goblet fire? I apologise sir. It might be my muggle heritage but I know Harry is in grave danger right now and mark my words it’ll be the biggest disservice for the magical world not to do something right now.” argued Hermione.

“Ms. Granger, I assure you everything will be fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go back soon before they arrive.” With that Dumbledore left.

“I’ll never forgive that man if Harry has even a scratch caused by Voldermort.” vowed Hermione.

“So will I sister. So will I.” Ron whispered as she watched his eyes darken.

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READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!!!!!!

It’s safe to say that there won’t be any other Triwizard Tournaments, ever. Harry and Cedric turned up bruised and beside them a stunned Peter Pettigrew with the dark mark on his left arm. Hermione and Ron didn’t let Harry out of their sight and didn’t allow Harry to go with the headmaster. Therefore, the devious mystery of how Harry’s name ended up in the goblet was solved. With two proven death eaters without trials it was stipulated to have them by the first of july. Hermione took the opportunity to remind the minister in front of everyone of his misdeed when they told him last year that Sirius Black was innocent and never had a trial. Thus, Sirius Black was to have a trial just after the two death eaters.

By the time it came the day to go back home, everyone knew that Voldermort was back; however, as he hadn’t made his move yet everyone had put him in the back of their minds while the trial’s were covering the daily prophet front page. The siblings had decided to lock themselves in a compartment until they discussed everything they needed. The first order of business were the trials. Crouch Jr. and the rat were sentenced to the dementor’s kiss. While Sirius was set free though, he wasn’t allowed to claim Harry’s guardianship for “undisclosed reason to the public”. Hermione crumbled the newspaper and threw it through the window of the carriage.

“What a bunch of rubbish! I swear Dumbledore had something to do with this. Honestly! Ese ‘ijoela gran puta mete su pinche puta nariz donde no le corresponde. Me cago en su puta madre y en toda su puta desendencia, ah claro, no tiene decendcencia, juro que es un maricón, con esos distorbing robes. It makes my brain itch everytime I look at him. To think he’s the most powerful wizard in the wix world. No wonder Hogwarts’ education and England's economy and politics are one of the worst internationally. ¡People eat his words como si fuera una puta hostía! Why can’t there be an ounce of logic inside those tiny little heads of theirs? No es difícil. ¡Coño! Cuestiona lo que te dicen. ¿Cómo pueden bow down to a manipulative, condescending prick? O peor aún, no darse cuenta que todo es un puto act? Ese hijo de puta solo hace lo que le da la puta gana y si no somos sabios en cómo jugamos nos va a matar a todos. A él no le importa si estamos vivos o muertos. Lo que a él le importa es si somos útiles para su gran puñetero juego. For all we know, he wants us dead too. He isn’t that different from Voldermort, if you really think about it. His negligence has brought us more rendezvous with death than Voldemort ever has. And that’s saying something!” Cursed Hermione.

“Hermione, I understand that you are frustrated but do try to remember that we don’t understand spanish.” said Ron sheepishly.

Hermione blushed and said “Oh, Merlin! I can’t believe I just said that! No matter, it’s the truth. I digress, we’ll continue with our plan. Harry, you are coming home with me and we’ll communicate with Ron through owls and codewords. We’ll find a way for Ron to stay at least a weekend at my parent’s. After all, it’s fair, since I stayed at the burrow last summer.”

“Are you sure Hermione? What if your parents hate me like the Dursleys? I don’t mind going with them. It’s not like it could be any worse, they are scared of Sirius. Besides, I don't want to put your parents in any danger.

“Harry, I promise you, my parents are the nicest muggles you’ll ever meet. They don’t mind that you are staying over with us. The Dursleys are the worst kind of people I have had the displeasure of meeting. They are nitwits who can’t differentiate between being a decent human being and a generous one. The next time I see them, they’ll regret ever laying a finger over you. And we’ll go to the goblins and ask for wards tomorrow morning. You are family now, and family helps and protects each other until the bitter end.” Insisted Hermione at Harry’s truly concerned face.

“It still worries me, Hermione. That… thing… is really back and people aren’t doing anything!” Exclaimed Harry, about to pull his hair but one look from his sister stopped him.

“Harry, mate, is alright. We are here. It could have been worse. Cedric could have been dead, you could not have brought the rat and Crouch could have been kissed by a dementor. Though nothing is happening, right now, you could have been called a liar and a murder. And the last thing we need is people questioning your sanity and dragging your name through the mud. Right now we need to keep a low profile, until we can create a game plan. As Hermione so “eloquently” put it, Dumbledore can’t be trusted. We need to find adults that can, because we still don't even have our OWLs.” Ron comforded.

Harry’s and Hermione’s eyes widened somehow knowing that Ron’s description of what could have happened had Harry not talked with Cedric were true. They remained silent for a few couple of minutes terrified of the implications. Was that Voldermort’s plan all along? No, it couldn’t have, Voldermort tried to kill Harry in the graveyard. It was thanks to Cedric that Harry managed to get to the cup.

Harry and Cedric had become a team in the past couple of weeks. They answered clearly the questions of everyone who asked what happened in the maze and the graveyard. Cedric ate with them at the Gryffindor table, he said that even though his friend tried they couldn’t really understand him. Cedric kept his word and introduced the trio to his cousin, Luna Lovegood. A dirty-blonde girl with silver coloured eyes just like his cousin. Luna was a ravenclaw, with a few particular habits and quirks but she was one of the most honest people that they have ever met. And it was that honesty that made them know that they had found another great friend in Luna.

“We need a code name for when we are talking seriously about something” Blurted Harry.

“That’s a great idea, mate! But it has to be something that could pass as unnoticeable surrounded by people.” Answered Ron excitedly.

“But what could we say that we wouldn’t say frequently? Should it be different for each one of us?” questioned Hermione, biting her lower lip. A habit she couldn’t have shaken out no matter how hard she’s tried after all of these years. “Perhaps brother? We are close enough that it wouldn’t be that far fetched to hear it. The ritual does let us pass as such in the muggle world.” she questioned.

“I like it!” agreed Harry. His eyes filled with a happiness that the other two had seen more frequently in the last couple of months after the ritual. The ritual had made their friendship more stable, fulfilling a void of acceptance and security none of the three siblings had had growing up. It made the three siblings go fonder with much fewer fights than the years prior. “We can’t call you sister though, people see you more like our mother than a sister.”

“Perhaps a variation of Hermione’s name? But it can’t be Mione, it would be weird if we suddenly stop calling her that.” added Ron pondering.

“How about Mia? It’s not an outright abbreviation of your name and it means mine in spanish? Right? Which almost sounds like your name regardless. What do you think, Mia?” asked Harry to his older sister.

Hermione smiled ear to ear. “Yes, Mia, it's the female adjective of possession. One would say “La casa de allá es mía.” in English would be “The house over there is mine.”

“Do you mind if we call you Mia when we are alone too? I really like the nickname and I feel like it suits you very well.” Blurted Harry again and blushed when he realised what he said. Hermione smiled glad that Harry felt more comfortable with them and squeezed his arms in comfort.

“Yes Harry, you can call me Mia when we are alone too.” nodded Hermione warmly.

~OoO~

After that conversation the trip to Kings cross was uneventful. Hermione held her brother’s hands and walked through the multitude of wizards and witches searching for her parents. She wanted Ron to be there so that Harry didn’t feel overly watched. That being said it was a hard feat to manage when everyone in the damn platform was watching him (and by extension them) like some legendary hero of an epic poem.

“Mia, I can see them! They are beside the guy with the green trousers and red t-shirt.” exclaimed Ron. Hermione surveyed her surroundings and when her eyes sparkled in recognition she ran to her parents with a smile from ear to ear dragging the boys with her. When reaching her parents, she launched herself into them for a group hug.

“Hermione, mi amor, look how much you’ve grown! I understand you are older now and want to be with your friends but there’s no way that this christmas you are staying in the castle. We missed you so much y tu abuela was really upset with not having the chance to make you coquito con nutella ni arroz con dulce. You know how she is with making you sweets.” Hermione’s mother said while looking over at her daughter.

“Honey, remember that Hermione needs to breathe.” reminded Hermione’s father touching his wife’s shoulder. “Hermione, princess, I’m so glad you are back. I hope you enjoyed your year. How was the trip?”

“The trip was surprisingly uneventful. Mom, dad, I would like to reintroduce to you my best friends and basically brothers; Charlus Potter and Ronald Weasley. Harry, Ron, my parents Dr. Elena Sanz and Dr. Daniel Granger” said Hermione.

“It's good to see you again, Dr. Sanz and Dr. Granger. ” said Ron, hugging Elena and shaking Daniel’s hand. Harry followed his friend’s action without taking his eyes from the floor.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you again, thank you for taking me in for the summer. I promise to not get in your hair and help around the house.” stuttered Harry. He didn’t like asking for help, especially from adults since they had a long track record of always making things worse. Harry was having difficulty with accepting the help of these two strangers, even if they are Hermione’s parents.

“Please, do call us Dan and Lena. Harry, you don’t have to worry about that sort of thing. We are more than happy to take you in. It’s not like there's a lack of space at ours. Ron, honey, remember that you as well, are more than welcome to come over anytime you’d like too. Do you have a specific date that you’ll visit? Furthermore Harry, with the work at the clinic we can’t be with Hermione as much as we would like to. Technically you are doing us a favour making sure she isn’t lonely. Perhaps we could do a small birthday party for you. I digress, I’m so excited to having you with us Harry.” said Elena

“Well mom, we need to get going. We don’t want to worry abuela and Harry and I are really tired.” claimed Hermione forcing a yawn. The truth was that they needed to get out of kings cross as soon as possible. Ron needed plausible deniability and no one is supposed to know that Harry isn’t going to the Dursleys’. “Bye Ron send our regards to your family for us please.” Hermione gave her brother a quick hug and when they separated gave Ron a wink knowing that all this scheming was one of the first sacrifices of many they would make to keep their brother, their little family, safe.

“Bye Mia, Bye Harry, do keep each other safe. Yeah? I’ll see you guys soon.” Whispered Ron and with that he left to find his previous family.

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Dear Mione,

How have you been? I hope your new pet, Carlos, is adjusting to your house. Can you tell me how his first few days have been? Did the builder guy come to your house yet? Has your gran made a feast as you told me before? I hope Carlos is eating well. You said he was sickly before? 

Have you heard from Harry yet? I know he doesn’t have time but what if what happened in second year is happening now? I really hope Harry is alright. I begged mom to ask Dumbledore to bring him here. I don’t know what he told her; but she now says that “Professor Dumbledore knows what he is doing”. You know all of the Reina Miranda nonsense you mentioned before. I hope we get to see him before his birthday. I think he shouldn’t be alone on his birthday. When is your grandma's birthday anyway?

Things here have been a little hectic. I hope everything is more peaceful at yours. Is the offer still standing? Mum said that you were just being polite and to ask again because she doesn’t believe it. 

Can’t wait to see you again,

Ron

~OoO~

Dear Ron,

Honestly, Ronald! You really need to improve your penmanship! How unorganised is your letter! I bet Carlos’ could make a better letter than you, and he’s a dog! Speaking of Carlos, he has adapted quite well to the house. It seems his bed is to his liking and he has taken to his new dietician restrictions. Though I still catch him hiding away his food for a later time. Do you have some recommendations or suggestions for that? 

Yes, he was still a little shaken. Poor thing, after all he’s been through what a savage owner. I bloody swear to Merlin if I ever see those… those… individuals again you would have to hold me because I will launch myself at them and make them learn why you don’t mess with my family. Of course, everyone at my house just fell in love with his cute eyes and little nose. It would be a queue with everyone here to give them a piece of our minds. He is so obedient and quiet it’s lovely but at the same time it worries me. I haven’t heard him bark, ever. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. He started to walk with me in the morning. So perhaps he’ll open up with time. Do you think his father will show up? He was very protective over him. I don't think he would just abandon him! I hope he shows up in the next couple of days. I’m pretty sure Carlos’ hiding about missing him. 

I’m assuming by builder you mean construction worker, yes? If so, yes, he finished the addition to the house just before Carlos woke up. Which was good, because I don't really know how he’d react if he sees new people. As for abuela’s cooking, it was delicious, as always. I think you would really like her flancocho, which is a pudding-cake dessert. 

I haven’t heard from Harry, I'm starting to consider if I should call the Dursleys. But I’m afraid I'd just make it worse, and that’s the least he needs right now. I understand that Sirius is in serious (get it?) need of therapy but that doesn’t mean he can’t take care of Harry. There are much more insane parents who don’t love their children even a tenth of how much Sirius loves his godson. He is his sworn godfather! Mr. and Mrs. Potter chose it that way! But then again what do I expect of a society who doesn’t give trials to it's “convicts”? I swear everyday that passes I’m more disappointed in the wix world. How can you have magic and still be so dense with people's motives and pains? 

You should do as your mom says, Ron. Dumbledore is a powerful wizard. As long as he’s alive there’s a way to defeat Voldermort. Though it does make me wonder… never mind, I'm probably just being paranoid and neurotic. You really don’t remember about Reina Miranda Ronald? Really? You never listened to me do you? I swear I should just never mention or explain any muggle’s stories ever again. 

I really do hope to get a letter from Harry soon. Do you have a gift for his birthday yet? I really don’t want to just give him chocolates. After the year he had, I want to give him something memorable. To remind him that even though everything is getting dark there is still light if not around us, inside of us three. Maybe when he sends us a letter we could plan when to meet up?

My abuela’s birthday is on the first of August. You should tell Mrs. Weasley that we don’t joke around with hospitality. Puerto Ricans really do love to host parties and it’s only fair that you stay at least a few days here. Since I stayed more than a month there, my parents hate taking advantage of generous people. Besides, you'd really be doing us a favour by coming here. I'm quite lonely here with my parents working and my abuela in her studio. We could even pay for your knight bus ticket. Really, I would love for you to come. I’m tired of being worried sick about Harry, you, and the mysterious silence of the ministry and Voldermort. At least if you are here I have one thing less to worry about. And you could do your summer assignments and even read ahead of time with me. We are going to our OWL year after all. Perhaps what you need is a new area that you aren’t familiar with to study. You are always more focused in the library than any other place anyway. Please try to convince her, Ron. I Really hope to see you soon.

Love,

Hermione

~OoO~

Dear Ron,

Life in Durskaban has been terribly dull. All I do is chores and endure their long taunts and … well… you know. I really wish I could be with you and Mione right about now. I miss laying by the black lake skygazing while Hermione is reading a book. Hell! I’d take studying in the library or Mione scolding us for always leaving everything to the last minute right about now. I honestly vow to study hard this year, and consistently follow Hermione’s studying spreadsheet that I know she has already finished for all of us and is dying to explain them with colour coding and everything. 

Have you heard anything about Padfoot recently? He said he’s searching for a place to stay and he would communicate soon but what if he has forgotten me? What if he finally realises that I'm not worth his time? That looking at me is too painful? No, don't answer those questions. It’s just… being locked here is making me claustrophobic. I’m sick and tired of these people. I want to go home… Hogwarts, that’s home, with you and Mione and people that depending on the month hate me or love me because at least there I’m not as humiliated as I am here, and that’s saying something! Speaking of which, I don’t think that Hedwig is safe here. I’m afraid they are planning on making a stew out of her! And honestly, I really don’t put it past them. Can you take care of her while I'm here? I promise to pay back her treats as soon as I see you.

Has anything happened? I can’t have the daily prophet sent here and there isn't any news that would make me suspect anything is going on? I’ve had dreams. I know he is planning something, something big. I’m worried, what is he planning? I remember Hermione saying something about how meditation can help recall dreams. So I've been giving it a shot. Though nothing about the dream has improved, I can stand Durskaban much better now. Please do say hi to Hermione for me and that I missed her, that I’m sorry I couldn’t write her a letter and to not worry about me too much. Yeah? Please make sure she isn’t worrying herself sick and don’t send me any letters unless it’s an emergency. I don't want to know what new and innovative ways those people have thought of to torture me. Hope to see you all before september.

Your Friend,

Harry

~OoO~

Dear Mione,

I’ll have you know that I do know how to write a bloody letter. As you’ve said Carlos is a dog he can’t write letters, even if we do have magic. I’m glad he is getting used to your house. Maybe you should leave some food on his plate or perhaps spread treats around the house so he knows it’s always accessible and he can eat it whenever he wants. Do remember to save me a spot when you are going to attack those “individuals”. Hey, that he dares to go outside it’s a massive improvement, don’t let yourself down. No news on Carlos' father? He’ll show up eventually, give that old dog a break. You know he was even more sick than Carlos himself. Maybe someone in the neighbourhood has been feeding him food.

Harry has sent me a letter, finally! It’s not good Mione. It’s not the worst but it definitely isn’t good. He said he even misses your scouldings. Isn’t there a way in that scary but brilliant mind of yours to take him out of Durskaban? He really misses Sirius but I haven’t seen him or Lupin for that matter. Mione, he is locking himself up again! The isolation is not good for all that we work through is like one step forward and bloody five back.

He even asked me to keep Hedwig, Mione! Keep Hedwig! I don’t like this one bit Mione. He’s having dreams again and has started to meditate. He said that it makes it more bearable. He also says hello, that he misses you and quotes “I’m sorry I couldn’t write her a letter and to not worry about me too much.” Also, don’t write him a letter unless it’s an emergency and that he hopes that he will see us before September. The meeting up part with Harry isn’t going to happen any time soon. I understand what you are saying about a memorable and meaningful gift but I don’t have a lot of sickle. Is there something muggle and not that expensive that you think he would like? I could probably go to Aunt Muriel's and do some chores for her.

Mom said yes, by the way! But she said that I better come home with all of my summer assignments done or she would never allow this again. Also that the knight bus isn’t necessary since the twins are taking me there. I’ll arrive Sunday, 30th around noon.

See you soon,

Ron

~OoO~

Harry Potter was having the best summer of his young and unfortunate life. And yes, he knew that it’s only been three days but not seeing the Dursleys gave him peace of mind. The Granger’s are great people. As soon as they got to the car Dan started asking him about Quidditch and other activities to do while the doctors were at work. When they got to the house Hermione’s grandma, Hermila, had just finished cooking. She asks him to call her abuela. And Harry had to concur with Hermione on this one. Abuela is a great cook! He wouldn’t dare start the debate of which was the better cook between her and Mrs. Weasley until Ron was there and with no adults in the vicinity.

He found amusing Ron and Hermione writing letters about him as a dog. It was more simple than Hermione’s usual MO but that’s why it was so brilliant. Hermione explained that since “the wix don’t have an ounce of logic” they won’t remember that she has Crookshanks. And the name Carlos is Charles in Spanish. Which really, it was simple, but the English wixen are xenophobes so they could care less about other cultures especially one as “ordinary” as Spanish.
 

Currently both siblings are in the dining room researching their summer assignments. Harry found that he enjoyed studying this summer. It’s easier to do homework with the textbooks as reference for the essays for once. The Dursley’s didn’t let him take out of his trunk anything that had magic, as if somehow not seeing it meant that it wasn’t there at all. As the youngest of the siblings raised his head to rest his eyes the doorbell rang. The teenagers shared a look and Harry took off running up the stairs searching for his invisibility cloak. When he arrived back in the dining room Hermione signalled him to put on while she opened the door. 

“Hello, how may I help y… Sirius?! Please come in, I didn’t know you were going to pay a visit, you should have called beforehand!” Harry watched as his 161cm sister took a fistful of his 181cm godfather’s leather jacket and pulled him in. “Where the hell have you been?” huffed Hermione.

“Why hello Hermione, I’ve been having a lovely time as a free man until I went to bloody Little Whinging, Surrey to fetch my extraordinary godson only to find Petunia bloody Dursley saying she doesn’t know where he is.” Sirius Black’s voice went chilly, the last and only time Harry heard it was last year back in the Shrieking Shack. He looked agitated and about to start screaming anytime soon. “So Hermione Granger, so help me Merlin, where is Harry? I know you did this. This has your scheming all over it.”

“Padfoot I’m here, please calm down!” Screamed Harry taking off his invisibility cloak and running to hug his godfather. “I’m here! Mia was just protecting me. Please don’t scream. I’ve been having the most brilliant summer.”

“How about we move to the drawing room, and have a more in depth discussion about this. Yes, Sirius? Would you like some tea and biscuits as well?” stated Hermione as the host not leaving room to argument and following the teenager to said room.

~OoO~

“You are telling me you told Dumbledore off and don’t trust him so you decided that even though Voldermort is at large, took Harry under his nose, disregarding the safety concern of this little plan of yours?” asked the older wizard incredulously. He had arrived at the Granger’s looking for answers, however he hadn’t expected these answers.

“Yes, yes, yes and of course not. After a few modifications Harry is safer here than he ever was at the Dursleys. I wouldn’t put Harry’s life in jeopardy just to spite Dumbledore. After some research we found a way to pass that house’s wards into this one and we hire goblins for more warding in the house. We are communicating with Ron through owl and in code and Harry told everyone to not write to him in the summer because of his relatives. Besides it’s not like you weren’t about to do the exact same thing.” accused Hermione knowing that the black hair man had a temper that could rival both of her brother’s.

“Touchè kitten, you didn’t need to show your claws. I get where you are coming from.” Sirius raises his hand in a signal of coming from peace. “But couldn’t you have told me so i didn’t panic not knowing where Harry was.” 

“Sorry pads, that’s my fault we didn’t want to risk it, there was no time to tell you and… and not offence, but we didn’t know who would just go behind our backs and tell Dumbledore. Only Ron, Hermione and I were in on the plan.” said Harry sheepishly.

“Only the three of you?” The man raises his right brow in question. “Then how did you manage to deceive your parents, Hermione? Because I’ve met them and they are scarily smart and strict.”

“I just asked them if Harry could stay the summer because his aunt and uncle neglected him.” whispered Hermione, studying her brother carefully. 

Though in the past couple of months they have worked with Harry’s trauma at the Dursleys’. Harry, naturally, couldn’t admit that what he lived through was abused. Harry just maintained his head looking at the floor. Hermione put her hands on Harry’s shoulders hoping to bring him some comfort. The boy raised his head to share a small smile with his sister, his gaze telling far more than any words could've ever done.

 “How did you manage to transfer Privet Drive’s wards to here? Better yet, not that I’m questioning your brilliance Hermione, but how did you know what those wards are? Dumbledore said that he grounded them with Lily’s blood. Therefore the only people who can carry that ward are Harry’s aunt and cousin.” interrogated Sirius suspiciously. Hermione seemed to shrinked on herself.

“We did the Blood-Loyalty Familia Ritual.” she whispered softly, remembering all the possible dangers of the ritual.

“I’m sorry, what?! Mind repeating that, ‘cause I’m sure I didn’t hear you correctly. I didn’t just hear the Blood-Loyalty Familia Ritual coming out of your bloody mouth Hermione Granger!” The man stood up from the sofa and started to wear down the carpet mumbling. Harry thought of correcting his godfather by stating that her name was in fact Hermione Potter-Granger but thought better of it. Padfoot didn’t seem like he could take a joke at the moment.

Hermione suspected that man’s nervous habit had to do with his animagus form. It wouldn’t surprise her if in the next couple of minutes a grim like dog would appear in her parents' drawing room. The three wix in the room knew that the oldest of them was in denial. The only way Lily Potter’s protection could have been transferred anywhere is through a ritual of that calibre or worse. Not that the grey eyed man wanted it to be a worse ritual. It was, however, the implications of the blood-loyalty familia ritual that was drawing him into the edge. The man stopped abruptly to face the teens.

“Who else knows you did this ritual? Should’ve known you’d done something, the two of you look like twins." Sirius let out a sight and sat back down looking at the siblings. “No matter, you’ve just changed my plans for the better. I think Dumbledore will bring back the Order and I have no plan in joining again. That's what got the lot of them killed.” The mercury eyed man muttered darkly.

“You and Myrtle. What were your plans, anyway? Take me away and do what? When Dumbledore noticed I was missing?” said Harry, putting aside his godfather's comment.

“I was hoping that he wouldn't notice the device going off in his office while he is at an Order meeting. Then take you to Gringotts to access Potter Manor for the two of us to start living there within the impenetrable protections of the manor. By the next Wizengamot meeting, state that Dumbledore doesn't have your best interest in mind so I could officially gain your custody and adopt you.” As the plan came out of his godfather’s mouth Harry looked at his sister. After the ritual and the encounter with the Olympians (as they had decided to call that bizarre, even for them, event) they had agreed for Hermione to be in charge of their living arrangements, while Ron had the strategies and Harry was in charge of training.
 

“Well I can assure you Sirius, he is safer here than anywhere else. But let’s go to Gringotts and make the arrangements for Potter Manor. We need you to be the most valid person for our magical guardianship. The more stable you appear to be the easier it will be to escape Dumbledore’s machinations. And if we play our cards well we can arrange for you to also have Ron’s too.” Hermione states with finality. 

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It had been just about a week and a half since Sirius Black had appeared back in their lives and Hermione could attest that it has been for the better. Having a wixen adult on their side has made a big difference in their information and resources. Not only that, having Sirius meant that they also had Professor Lupin as well. Who insisted on being called Remus as he wasn’t their professor anymore. They had visited Potter Manor and were amazed by how grand and bright it was. Sirius explained that Harry's (and Hermione guess that now hers as well) grandfather, Fleamont, was a potions master and grandmother, Euphemia, was a healer; they always preferred to grow their own potion ingredients so they could make sure of its quality. Their plans for the next Wizengamont meeting were coming along splendidly and they couldn’t wait to be out of the fire with Dumbledore.

Ron had arrived at noon on the dot the day before. The siblings finally together after two weeks had fallen into a pile of limbs when Harry had thrown himself into his older brother. Hermione didn’t have the luxury of being a bystander however, since Harry grabbed her arm as well. Abuela had taken a polaroid of the puppy pile of teens. A photo that Hermione swore that she would keep as one of her greatest treasures.

Though, having just one day into his stay at the Granger’s household Ron enjoyed it immensely. The house had a peacefulness that the Burrow just didn’t possess. The dinner abuela prepared was bloody brilliant and he liked having his own room and bathroom. After their late night snack, the trio had locked themselves into Hermione’s room to update their brother on everything they had discovered with Sirius. Not having written it in their letters knowing that Mrs.Weasley was reading into their correspondence and she would have definitely told Professor Dumbledore.

Ron told his siblings how his parents had joined the Order of the Phoenix, a secret organisation created by Dumbledore to fight Voldemort in the last war. He also mentioned how the twins invented extendable ears to spy into the meeting not finding out anything beside the fact that the members were guarding a door on the department of mysteries and a woman named Tonks worried about how Harry never came out of his relative’s house. Ron suggested that she would be a good adult to trust since she was an auror and seemed to be the only one worrying about Harry’s well-being and the fact that he was just a teenage boy.

Currently the three siblings are in the youngest’s room. Hermione and Ron had planned to surprise Harry by waking him up at 11:58 so they could begin celebrating his birthday from the time the clock hit midnight. Only, what they found was the spectacle teenager hugging himself with the duvet on his bed looking at the waxing crescent moon, less than two weeks for the full moon, beside his bed. He seemed so vulnerable like the wind could knock him out and turn his body into millions of pieces, an immense contrast from the boy he liked to present to the entire world.

“Jamie love, what are you doing?” asked Hermione cautiously, not wanting to scare him.

Harry wiped his head instantly upon hearing Hermione’s voice surprised, “Mia, Ron, what are you doing here?”

“Harry, you are barmy if you thought we wouldn’t want to celebrate your first birthday together the moment that clock marks midnight.” The tallest of the three replies while pointing at the clock beside the window. “Now scoot over, we want to sit beside you.”

Hermione giggled softly while shaking her head disapprovingly. “Ronald behave! It’s our brother’s birthday!” She chastises in a faux tone, while walking lazily towards Harry’s bed. She glances towards the clock and smiles fondly at the boy in the bed.

“Happy birthday Harry, you are the best little brother we could ever ask for.” The birthday boy blushed, still not used to the genuine complements of his sister no matter how many years he’s known her. “Happy birthday Jamie, now it’s time to open your birthday presents.” smiled the tallest of the three moving the desk chair close to his siblings and sitting down, handing Harry a small rectangular box with blue wrapping paper and a silly orange bow.

The boy was about to object but his sister was quick to interrupt him, “Here, this is from me! Open them!” Hermione gave him a big square box covered in garnet wrapping paper with an elegant silk like black ribbon. After their first conversation with the Olympians they each had been assigned a primary colour.

“Thank you guys, you didn’t have to get me anything. The fact that you are here with me at this moment it’s enough.” Harry tried to argue.

“Hogwash brother! Open one of the presents already!” Harry just nodded.

“Fine, you win! But I don’t want to hear you complaining on christmas.” He warned and took the smallest one, Ron’s, deciding to ignore Ron’s faux mocking expression. He opens it slowly, careful not to rip the wrapping paper. Having his siblings observing him so intently made him awkward until he saw the object inside the box.

“The prescription adjusts to the wearer.” Whispered Hermione. The birthday boy raised his head surprised.

“You can also use them for quidditch since it’s charmed not to fall and if you read the instructions in the box you could choose a word to summon the glasses without your wand.”

“It’s also safer for combat… Now that Riddle is back.” Hermione mentioned carefully. Voldemort was a topic they spoke regularly. The war was brewing no matter what the ministry tried to do to distract the public. Both teenage boys nodded understanding their sister’s train of thought.

Harry took the glasses and slowly put them on. He felt a tad bit dizzy, everything seemed a little bit off putting. He tried to adjust to the new prescription, opening and closing his eyes rapidly, trying and failing to remember the last time he got new glasses.

After a few minutes in silence the youngest nodded asking for the red box, taking careful precautions on opening it as well. Looking at the letters engraved in gold on the cover Harry was perplexed. He couldn’t help but brush his fingers through the words. It made it all so real regardless that it's been half a year since they did the ritual. Harry raised his head excitedly to mention this only to be surprised by his siblings' faces. Maybe he had forgotten how clear his sight should be? He could now see every freckle on Ron’s face and Hermione’s small beauty mark close to her lips, the one he could only tell it was there if he was close enough to hear her breathe. Aunt Petunia didn’t just not like him, she clearly hated him. He didn’t understand how he could be so, literally, blind to this.

“Jamie, what’s wrong mate?” Ron asked, concerned. Harry’s eyes were watery but Hermione and Ron knew that it wasn’t the velvety photo album with their shared last name that made their brother upset.

“It’s nothing, I'm just glad to have you guys here as my family. Having this photo album makes it feel more real, it’s the first time I've read Potter-Granger. This is our last name, we did this! I’m not alone anymore.” Whispered Harry as if revealing this secret would make them disappear and be just a good dream. “By this time I'm looking out the window of my room at the Dursley’s to see Pigwidgeon bringing your gifts and letters it was the only thing that made my birthday bearable at Durskaban.”

“Brother, I promise you that we will never allow you to spend your birthday alone ever again.” Stated run with finality.

“Make it our first official family tradition. On each of our birthdays we'll spend it together.” Hermione smiles

“What other type of family traditions should we have?” Asked Harry a little unsure about the idea. He had always seen the people he used to live with traditions from afar not being allowed to participate nor be in the same room if they could help it. Harry preferred it that way. In the dark quaint cupboard under the stairs he listened to Uncle Vernon boast about how much money he had and how he could buy any luxury brand item that Aunt Petunia wanted. The same Aunt Petunia who was at best a disinterested and bitter woman to him. Yet, she turned into an overindulgent and doting mother to his cousin Dudley, a spoiled good for nothing that will only be a deject for society. His cousin Dudley, his tormentor throughout their entire childhoods and well into their teenage years. Mocking and laughing about their normalcy and their superiority above everyone else in the suburbs. Harry hated them for it and for so much more.

Ron, sensing his brother’s thoughts, tried to steer Harry’s thoughts “Whichever tradition we want. From having desserts for breakfast every monday to having a picnic every time there’s nice weather by the black lake and sky gazing as you are so fond of.”

“We’ll never leave you alone brother. We will always be here for you, by your side. We promise you that Harry.” Hermione tried to reassure Harry.

“We did more than that though,” Ron teased. “We changed our last name and created a new family. You are never getting rid of us now. We’ll be together even in death.” The auburn haired teen shuddered remembering a particular message Lord Hades had told Hermione a month ago.

“Thank you. I needed to hear that.” Harry smiled back and hugged his siblings. “You know… you can get back to your own beds now, right?” Ron lifted his brow unimpressed and turned to look at their older sister. Hermione nodded and threw herself over Harry tackling him into the bed.

“Hermione! What the bloody hell?”

“We are sleeping here tonight obviously.” she answered Harry in her no nonsense voice. “It’s your birthday, we just promised you we wouldn’t let you be alone on your birthday! Now, come on Ron. We need to wake up early to prepare for the party.” Hermione padded the unoccupied side of the bed.

“Yeah, yeah I know. You’ve said that like half a million times.” Ron replies as he turns off the lamp on the bed side table and lays on the bed on his side to face his siblings. Harry was close to the wall, not surprising considering he can’t sleep unless he knows nothing can appear behind him. Their sister as always was between them because she can keep herself warm between their body heat since she’s always cold. Ron himself, always preferred to be closed to the door as a strategy of years being the twin’s and Ginny’s favourite prank target.

“Good night guys hope you rest well.”

“Good night Ron, good night Harry. Love you.” Whispered Hermione in the darkness.

“G’ night, love you all and thank you. I loved my gifts.” Harry whispered back.

“You welcome Jamie. Love you too, now everyone sleep! I don’t want to think about what abuela is going to make us do in the morning." After a few quiet giggles they all went to sleep.

~OoO~

“Lily and I swore from that night forward we wouldn't let those two idiots alone in muggle London again.” Remus finishes telling the siblings the story of the time James and Sirius were chased down by death eaters on the dog animagus’ motorbike but ended up being caught up by the muggle police for excessive speeding and inebriation. Because of course the two auror trainees thought it was a good idea to have one last “extreme adventure” before the spectacle man was “off the market for good” (Sirius words, not James). Putting aside their chosen profession and the fact that they were fighting a war.

“Oh come on Moony, you know you love me.” jumped in Lord Black sitting on Remus’s lap and hanging his arms on his remaining longest friends, a tad bit too close for being best mates.

Remus arched his right brow while he felt his eyes turn golden observing Sirius trying, and failing, to make a fool out of him since it was the black hair man who was blushing profusely now. The werewolf smiled showing his fangs and said in a deep voice. “That I do puppy, that I do.” Remus raised his hands to trap the animagus and turned his gaze back to his previous students, who were sitting in a loveseat a little bit crammed considering they weren’t children anymore.

“James and Sirius were menaces. I’m not surprised that after they graduated from Auror Academy they were assigned different partners. Your dad’s, Harry…” Remus knew of their bond the moment he was in the same room as Harry and Hermione in Potter Manor. After everything Ron and Hermione had done for Harry his wolf side was starting to consider them as pack only to be surprised to find Hermione carrying a slight scent of Harry and Ron, the same could be said about Harry and his best friends. He looked around making sure Hermione’s parents and grandmother were still in the kitchen, before whispering, “...I guess he’s the father of the three of you now.”

Hermione’s family members were at the kitchen finishing dinner, leaving some privacy for the teens and the two wizards to tell stories about James and Lily. “James’ partner was a good chap, Kingsley Shaklebolt. If you’d like, I could owl him before you go to school in September.”

“I’d like that.” Harry smiled from ear to ear. “Speaking of school, why haven’t we received our school letters yet?” Harry asked his brother.

“My dad said Hogwarts can’t find a suitable professor. Fudge is trying to push for a ministry official as DADA professor yet both Dumbledore and the board of governors are against this. I bet even Malfoy Sr. couldn’t believe he’s agreeing with Dumbledore.” Ron explained and watched amused as Sirius tried to escape Remus' clutches like a misbehaving dog.

“Putting old Lucy aside, everyone knows that Hogwarts is outside the Ministry jurisdiction.” sighed Sirius giving up on being let go by the werewolf.

“Lucy?” Ron asked, amused.

“Lucius Malfoy and Sirius were raised in the same circles.They despise each other even then. “Lucy” is the immature nickname Sirius assigned the wizard. Considering he’s been married to your cousin for almost twenty years, one would think that Sirius would grow the fuck up.” Remus grumbled glaring at Lord Black.

“Cousin? Wait, are we related to Malfoy?”

Hermione turned to the panicked birthday boy to hit him in the back of the head. “We aren’t, but Sirius is. Narcissa Malfoy née Black is a prestigious astronomy mistress. She has made a lot of discoveries about the relation between the moon and transfiguration.”

“That’s Cissa for you, always the overachiever.” Sirius laughed but everyone in the room could tell there was a bit of sadness the man was trying to hide under his mercury eyes. It seemed every Black was made out of stars seeds and dust.

“Sorry to interrupt but I wanted to let you know dinner is ready. I suggest you get to the dining room asap if you don’t want Dan to finish el cielito lindo and the sandwichitos de mezcla” Lena popped her head into the living room knowing Hermione wouldn’t have forgiven her if she didn’t warn her.

Harry, who had already tried the small triangle cut sandwiches, was already out of the love seat. “Ron, race you to the dining room.” Already at the door, passing Lena, with his brother close to his heels.

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“How are you finding having older brother duties, Ronald?” Poseidon’s playful tone made Ron recognize exactly where he was. Everything around him was light blue, it made him feel more relaxed. The auburn haired was sure Lord Poseidon wouldn’t hurt him, even if it only was because of Harry’s prophecy.

“I still don’t see the problem, I love Harry and Hermione. I would take any pain if it meant keeping them safe.”

“Wise last words boy, are you sure about that? What will you do when they aren’t your only family to protect?” The Lord of the Seas' eyes darkened into an almost black shade. 

“I made a vow to them, I’ll always prioritise them with my life and magic. If I ever do get married and have children, I know I’ll survive only if I have Harry and Hermione by my side. I’ll do anything to keep them safe.” Ron tried to explain.

The blue eyed entity sighed, “I know, child, this is why I have summoned you.” Poseidon smirked observing the wizard. “Do not mind the ruckus at the top of the bank, remain at the office until you’ve finished your business. And to test your words, I will be sending you two new allies. You will encounter them as you are about to exit the bank, invite them to lunch with your siblings and uncles. And believe me Ronald, they will be the most useful of allies you will ever have.”

Ron didn’t like the god’s smirk. He wasn’t naive enough to think Lord Poseidon was helping them for the good of humanity, it was after all a very boring existence being able to live until the end of time. Therefore, these two new allies were going to be a source of entertainment for the Lord of the Earth and Sea. “So mote it be, Lord Poseidon. Is there anything else I should know before I go back?” Ron masked his expression observing his Patron, turning off his feelings and thoughts so he could be of the best servitude just like he always did with his mum.

“I see you have yet to understand our relationship, Ronald Billius Potter-Granger. I am a god not a mortal with insignificant authority, do not treat me with such detachment. I am your patron, your mentor, your god, and your father. I know what your heart is aching for before you even feel it. There will not be a day on this earth where you do not belong to me. You are an extension of me, everything you are, I am. Everything you think and feel runs through my veins. Do not poison us with the venom of your ancestors, the hauntings of the insecurities they tattooed in your mind and most important of all, do not doubt my decision of choosing you ever again.” Poseidon’s voice echoed through the abyss, so much so that Ron could feel the vibration of the god’s voice in his chest, but that was the least of his concerns. 

This entity, this God, just said he belonged to him. Ron never really paid any attention to his mother’s teachings about the gods, they always felt so far away. Ron, the sixth son of a seven children family, always felt he was the afterthought. If even his own siblings and parents forgot about him, why would a god give a damn about him? 

“Ronald, just like you made a vow to your siblings that night; I made a vow to you. I chose you, I chose to guide you and be your Patron. Just like Zeus chose Charlus and Hades chose Hermione. Neither of you needs us, you would have found your way without us but we decided to guide you. I decided to help you.” 

~OoO~

“Ron, come on! We don’t want to find what new and ingenious idea Mia has thought of to wake us up.” Harry shaking him with force started the oldest of the boys. His conversation with Lord Poseidon had left him beat. The siblings figured out soon after the Encounter with the Olympians that being summoned in their sleep didn’t mean they slept the night, if anything their bodies were more tired than having pulled an all-nighter.

“It’ll be fine, Mione can’t aguamenti us here, Harry. Gimme twenty minutes!” The auburn haired boy pulled his duvet up and used the pillow on his left to cover his face, trying to hide from all sources of light.

“Um Ron… we aren’t at the Burrow. This is literally Hermione’s home turf.” Harry whispered, staying still, his years at the Dursley’s household had taught him to always be careful in the mornings.

The tallest of the two whimpered and grunted before taking off the duvet and glared at his younger brother, “I want you to know, I resent having to wake up at seven in the bloody morning for a run.”

“Ron, you were the one who encouraged Mia’s idea of going on runs.”

“It’s for training purposes! But that doesn’t mean it had to be at seven in the blasted morning! It could have literally been at seven in the evening.”

“Ronald, you know the reason we walk in the morning is to have the rest of the day free, besides seven is when dinner’s ready and abuela would never forgive us if we ate the meals she took her time cooking cold. On another note, I’m glad you’re awake, I was wondering what was taking you so long. Now change! The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll get breakfast.” Hermione chirped. Ron never truly understood how she could be a morning person, considering Hermione was the most irritable of the three when woken up.

“Yeah, yeah. Just let my brain catch up, wll you? We can’t all be early birds like you ‘mione.” said Ron, giving up on getting a few more minutes of sleep. Harry was right, he didn’t want Hermione’s latina wrath this early in the morning.

“Good, see you downstairs. Come on, we want to be finishing breakfast by the time Sirius and Remus come get us.” with those words she left.

Ron turned to look at their younger brother smiling, “Well, at least she has sorted out her priorities.”

~OoO~

“That will be all Lord Potter, Hermione Jean and Ronald Billius are now wards of House Potter.” the Potter’s account manager stated with finality. 

Zeus had explained previously that with the blessing of Hekate and their patron’s involvement (talk about divine intervention) no one beside whoever they told would know about the existence of the new House of Potter-Granger. Therefore, even though Harry was already Ron and Hermione’s magical guardian, being the only one of the three that was magically of age, they had to make arrangements in case anyone like Rita Skeeter finds out Harry is their magical guardian. 

For Hermione was easy, she wasn’t part of a house before the ritual, just a vassal vow was enough. Meaning in the eyes of pureblood society, Hermione is a member of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Ron on the other hand wasn’t as simple, he belonged to House Weasley thus they needed his dad to give up his guardianship. That’s when Sirius came in, he spoke to Mr. Weasley to hand over Ron’s guardianship as an alliance and peace treaty between House Black and House Weasley. Since Authur’s mother, Cedrella Black, had left the family to marry his father, Septimus Weasley. After assuring Mr. Weasley that Ron would still be living and be a part of the Weasley household he accepted the alliance.

“We are grateful for your assistance today, Gornuk. Please contact Mr. Lupin for all matters of the estate and business ventures.” Harry said confidently, standing up and walking with his family to the door. Now that the cover up and protection of his siblings was secure he felt more confident with the new political climate in wixen Britain. “Have a good day, may your vaults grow as the bodies of your enemies wither before you.”

"Good day Lord Potter. May the head of your enemy lay beneath your feet." Gornuk said before closing the door.

"Well at least the Goblin Nation acknowledges that Riddle is back.” whispered Hermione, still a little miffed with the Ministry trying to play a game of "peek a boo” with the leader of a terrorist group.

“Mia, you shouldn’t speak like that in the middle of Gringotts. Remember we have to keep our heads down.” Ron whispered just loud enough for both of his siblings to hear. 

“Mione isn’t wrong though, the ministry is playing with fire hoping they won’t burn the house down.”

"More like, hoping they won't get caught lighting the house down.” Hermione scoffed, no one could convince her that the ministry was far too rotten to be salvageable.

“Bloody Merlin, this must be a sick joke.” Both Harry and Hermione stopped in their tracks to see what made their brother curse. It wasn't out of the norm for Ron to curse like a sailor but the way his voice sounded almost breathless and his hands clenching so tightly you couldn't even see his freckles made them concerned for him.

And sure enough, before them about to exit the bank were Narcissa Malfoy née Black and Draco Malfoy. After the ritual Malfoy wasn't directly antagonising towards them, the siblings hadn't put much thought on it back then since they were exploring their new bond between each other and their patrons. Lady Malfoy looked as perfect as they remember, not a hair out of place, her piercing grey eyes, just like her cousin and son, could never hide the warmth she felt for the members of her original House. 

"Cissy, you look as beautiful as ever. What a fine day to be illuminated by your presence.” Sirius hadn't skipped a beat, his cheery tone letting the siblings know that he was genuine.

"Siri, I'm surprised to see you here. I had thought you were on holiday considering you haven't summoned me to the ancestral home.” Lady Malfoy's voice sounded chastising, questioning the new Lord of her House as to why he hadn't followed the protocol of summoning all members of the House to discuss new loyalties and treaties. Yet, her eyes were unmistakably light and there was a hint of affection in them. Sirius smiled widened.

“You are indeed correct, I was on Holiday until a few days ago. I was just about to write you a letter when I got to the manor to arrange a meeting but since you are here, you and your son should join us for lunch, it will be a great time to catch up.” 

As a daughter of House Black Narcissa caught easily enough her cousin's schemes. Being Lady Malfoy entailed she couldn’t approach the patriarch of her previous house without being approached by him first. Specially when she wasn’t sure if he would accept her knowing that Lucius is a death eater and Voldemort's resurrection. The blonde-haired woman hid her smile knowing that her cousin is the way out of that manor and said, “It would be our pleasure, Lord Black.”

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"Mother please, allow me to stay by your side and have a tutor. I do not wish to leave you at the manor alone." His mother's grey eyes waver slightly at hearing his desperate voice begging her to not let him go back to Hogwarts this year. Draco Lucius Malfoy Black had never begged for anything in his life nor had wanted anything more than to not leave her side at this very moment. He always got what he wanted, whether it meant by just asking or scheming his way to it. But there wasn't any scheme that could work against his mother, the woman who had taught him everything he has ever known, especially how to survive in the throat cutting pureblood society.

"My dragon, do not let your mind wander to unimportant matters. What have I always told you?” Narcissa Malfoy Black's voice was warm, a tone she reserved only towards her own blood.

“We are Blacks and Blacks always outlast.” Draco whispered. His mother's slogan being a secret only the both of them shared. Draco grew up with the tales of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, his mother's House. He grew up with the stories of his aunts Bellatrix and Andromeda and cousins Sirius and Regulus, all prodigies of their own fields since before their Hogwarts age. The mercurial Aunt Bella who always added a new plot twist to a never ending tangle of stories and problems, her quick-witted, chatterbox and sometimes confrontative personality had always made Draco hold his breath to see what she did next. And his brave aquarian Aunt Andy, who never feared doing the right thing even if it meant she got into trouble. Aunt Andy always followed her heart, everyone loved her charisma, wisdom and willpower. Cousin Siri was always the light of every show, his laughter was contagious, his ingenuity was always the centre of attention and his magical stamina was breathtaking. Cousin Siri was just like his name suggested, the brightest star. And lastly Cousin Reggie, the youngest and quietest of them all. Cousin Reggie was always reading classic literature or poetry, he always made the most beautiful of drawings and had the most mesmerising words. Although he had never met any of them, his favourite was cousin Reggie. Draco always drew or read in the free time he wasn't doing his "Malfoy duties". Although he never said so out loud, not that he had anyone to say it to, he long for the effortless and sometimes irreverent way his mother's house was allowed to be. The young heir sometimes just wanted to let go and not be as put together and follow all the expectations that his father expected out of him, especially now that biting his tongue was not only expected but demanded out of him in order to protect his mother.

“Correct. Therefore you will not bother yourself with such matters much further. Have a lovely year my dragon.” The daughter of House Black la bise her sun and with a light hug whispered in his ear, "When you do your rounds, stop at Potter's compartment. He has instructions for you.” With that Narcissa Malfoy Black apparated, leaving her son speechless, confused and with a little bit of hope that perhaps his mother will be safe after all.

~OoO~

The three inhabitants of the compartment raised their heads as they heard their door open and locked quickly and quite loudly. The platinum blond teenager that they had lunch with almost a month ago was sliding his body to the floor in an impression that gave both, that he was hiding and at the same time was exhausted by whatever it was that he had been doing, probably his rounds as the newly assigned slytherin prefect.

"Do you fancy a sugar quill?” Hermione asked in an even tone, being the most level headed between the siblings, Draco after all is Sirius' cousin and he had asked them to be civil. Harry and Ron remained seated continuing with their muggle game of chest.

The slytherin boy raised his head surprised, “If you wouldn't mind, I do not wish to disturb you more than necessary.”

Hermione smiled, and handed him a green sugar quill. “It's alright, you may stay as long as you need or wish. I understand it hasn't been an easy summer for you.”

“So you know… Of course you know. Did Lord Black tell you?”

“He did. I apologise if I'm being too forward, but would you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“As you so kindly allowed me to remain in your compartment I don't see why not, however I do not promise I'll answer your question.”

“Reasonable, do you genuinely hate me?”

“That's your question?”

"Yes.”

“Granger, you make it difficult to follow and believe my father's teachings. If you weren't the best of our year, I would not have to address you for any reason.”

“Are you saying that you hate her?” Harry's voice sounded darkly at the corner of the compartment, his eyes flashed with a type of menace that would have given anyone chills however the Malfoy heir remained neutral and unbothered.

"No Potter, what I'm saying is that she is the reason why I still have a functioning brain attached to my head.” Draco moves his head to look Hermione in the eyes, for a brief second he seems confused but it disappears as fast as it had appeared, “I do not hate you, I apologise for my words and the behaviours that has implied otherwise. I will not attempt to insult your intelligence by hiding the reason for my behaviour as I assumed that by speaking to Lord Black you already know the reasons behind them. I do not wish to antagonise you. My hope is now that you are all wards of House Black, putting aside the political climate, for there to be no need to do so. I find this conversation the perfect opportunity to confess I do not like such behaviours, much prefer the only company of a good book or a quill and parchment. Furthermore, it's my hope that the family magic will breach the gap that years have produced between us, if only to maintain civility and peace to the House.” The only slytherin in the compartment rose up in an attempt to leave.

“─Wait!” In a flash of seconds the tallest of the siblings stood up and held the blond’s arm. “Do you like playing chess?”

"Yes?” Draco looked confused at the auburn haired boy.

“Great, let's see what you've got.”

~O0O~

Draco was probably having the most eerie day of his life. Projecting security and confidence had never been an issue for him. "A Malfoys never falters.” The eerie feeling however, was the two hours he managed to remain in the Gryffindor's compartment. Inside he didn't feel the need to be aloof, he could remain quiet or speak his mind without a need for a snarky reply. Outside the compartment was another story entirely, with the dark lord back, the dark families, specially the families of death eaters, had started gathering in small groups to not draw attention. This meant that old alliances were being restored and new ones were beginning to form. In his haze of recalling the day's events Draco ignored the headmaster’s speech until he heard cousin Siri’s name being introduced as the new DADA professor.

“Thank you headmaster, there’s just a few words I wish to say before continuing the fest.” Draco could tell by his mother’s stories, even though he had only seen cousin Siri in person last month, his smile was the sign that mischief and chaos was about to ensue. “I, Sirius Orion Black III, Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black hereby am annulling the marriage of Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and the daughter of House Black, Narcissa Alya Black due to a breach in the marriage contract. And take as heir her son, formally known as Draco Lucius Malfoy Black, as is his birthright as scion of House of Black and henceforth rename him Draconis Regulus Black. So mote it be.” Those were the last words Draco heard before everything went Black.

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“You know brother, sometimes it baffles me how you can be so stubborn”, Mia’s voice echoed in the empty corridors of the castle on their way to Sirius’ quarters.

Harry knew that the exasperated comment from his sister had more to do with her anxiety over the state of their new cousin than anything else. In the almost two days that has passed since the welcoming feast, Draco hadn’t woken up yet. Sirius said that by noon of today he should be up. Harry wanted to be there when he came back from Hypnos’ embrace but Hermione had suggested letting him become aware of his surroundings and changes before overcrowding him.

They arrived in front of a painting of a many times great grandfather of Sirius before Ron whispered the password, “Toujour Famille”. Without saying a word the man in the painting nodded and opened the portrait to reveal Sirius’ quarters. With a red sofa and two black leather chairs, Sirius quarters were a mesh of Gryffindor's common room and a rockstar’s lounge. It totally encompassed what Sirius was all about, with a few flowers and feminine touch that gave away Aunt Cissa’s presence.

The previous day had the siblings interacting with the Daughter of House Black, leading them to develop a closer bond with the witch. Narcissa was as poised and elegant as she was caring and motherly. For Harry, Aunt Cissa was what he always wanted Aunt Petunia to be, tender and warm.

Said woman was coming out of her son’s room more relieved than they had ever seen her. “You arrived just in time. Draco is washing himself up before joining us. Siri, would you kindly take your feet out of the tea table. You know that piece cost more than a ministry head’s annual salary.”

“Cissy, I’m a grown man and Lord of an Ancient and Noble House, I do as I so please.”

“And I am the Lady the Lord of said Ancient and Noble House begged to fulfill his duties. Therefore, no Siri, you will not do as you ‘so please’. You will, however, do as I please. So get your feet off of my tea table so I can finish setting up tea for the children.”

Sirius was about to rebut Aunt Cissa’s statement clearly amused with the banter, when someone clears their throat. All the habitants in the room turned their gaze towards the hallway. Standing by the door, in pale contrast to his skin, a Black haired Draco. His expression was neutral but his eyes betrayed his curiosity. Harry took the moment to observe the new heir Black closely. It seemed the only things that remained the same about Draco were his grey eyes and pale skin. Other than that, all of his sharp and pointed features that made him appear like Lucius Malfoy’s mini clone had vanished just like Malfoy's magic. In other words, Draco looked like an entirely different person. He was a replica of all Blacks that came before him, especially Sirius’s younger brother, Regulus.

“Lord Black, I thank you for aiding my mother by annulling her marriage and naming me as the heir of House Black. Based on the House's new alignment, which Houses should I refrain from acquainting with? Furthermore, what do you wish for me to do in case Lord Malfoy attempts to contact me?” Spoke Draco with a monotone voice and an expressionless face.

“Sirius or Siri, nothing about Lord, Draco. Other than that, in class call me Professor B." The older man flashed a charming smile before turning his face to a more serious expression. “Trust that you and your mother’s safety is one of my utmost concerns. Any letter old Lucy sends to a child of House Black has to go through me first. If he ever approaches you in person, please inform him that it will be discussed at the Wizengamot meeting.” Draco’s eyes widened and nodded solemnly. “As to acquainting with other Houses… as a Slytherin you must interact with your housemates outside your common room. The family magic will not punish you for this. “Acquaint” with non death eater Houses, their alignment is of no matter to me. And of course, know your cousins here are always by your side.”

“The four of you are the new children of House Black. Your actions reflect the House intentions and reputation. This provides all of you protection and a certain irreverence. You must not rely on this fact however. This is why from now on every Saturday and Sunday you’ll be receiving lessons from myself on House magic and history, culture, and the House of Lords.” Aunt Cissa interjected while serving each of them a cup of tea.

"Can you also teach us about the House of Potter?” Asked Harry curious.

“Sirius will be in charge of yours and Draco’s Lord training on the Yule holidays. We decided on teaching all of you the foundation of the Noble Houses and the Wizengamot to give Sirius time to adjust to being a professor. Since he is the only one who knows about the House of Potter’s magic and history.”

“Last year’s Yule ball was a vague introduction of the type of festivities you will have to attend from now on. Your O.W.L.S. year is important, but we want all of you to be children, have fun and enjoy your years at Hogwarts. Especially to trust in us, the adults, to take care of the problems that should have never been your responsibility to begin with. We will inform you of every decision and answer honestly when you have questions or concerns.” Sirius continued to explain.

“Does this impact the classes or careers we choose?” Hermione asked with trepidation.

Aunt Cissa watched her with concern from the single sofa chair and answered “It is customary for members of House Black to complete a mastery to enrich the House knowledge and connections. We were planning on having an in depth discussion with each of you individually and a magical assessment to provide you with all the more suited choices. Every Wixen has an affinity to a magical discipline. Learning from said discipline’s pedagogy perspective is far more beneficial for the wixen.”

Ron raised his voice shyly “Even if the discipline is for all intents and purposes useless?”

“There’s no magical discipline that’s useless, just those who do not know how to wield it. Ronald, what discipline are you interested in?”

“Divination, but I haven’t seen anyone taking it seriously.”

“Divination is a respectful magical field for those who have the gift. The department of mysteries have entire sub departments on said field. As well as most Ancient and Noble Houses rely on Divination masters when choosing alliances and business deals. You do not need to trouble yourself with the practical applications of your mastery just yet. Trust in your magic and your truth will show you the way.”