I honestly thought this was going to be a one shot but I woke up at four for no goddamned reason so punched this out in a half hour. I know some readers are going to not read the authors note and whine about how short the chapter is but you know what? It is not like I enjoy working sixty hours a week and I am getting very tired of people whining that their free entertainment isn't up to their standards.

PLEASE let met state to my silent majority readers that I don't lump you in with those ass hats, they just tend to be so vocal that it makes me not want to write anymore.

Thankfully for those that actually matter (my readers that enjoy a good yarn without being acidic in their criticism) I love writing, so I will continue to carry one. please enjoy!

Side note a friend of mine wanted me to delve into Supernatural, should I?

Lord Arcturus Black was awoken from a sound slumber by one of his elves, thankfully it was not one of the jumpier ones and she quickly conveyed that he had a guest waiting in the main sitting room before popping away.

He groaned at that, if the little elf felt it necessary to inform him of someone calling on him at three in the fucking morning that meant it was a fellow lord of equal or greater standing. Which in turn meant he had to answer said call, and considering the lack of peers he had in his social circle as of the past few years...well...

Sitting up as he shucked off his pajamas and made for his closet Arcturus began muttering to himself, "Can't be Nott, coward is too afraid of me, Abraxus died uselessly so can't be a Malfoy, Potter is..."

He cut himself off there, the thought of Charlus Potter and the man's wife who was Arcturus' own lovely sister Dorea quickly brought him to a stop, which caused said thought to be followed with a curse.

"Fuck..." He knew it had to be them, no one else would have the gall to summon him in the dead of night and expect him to respond, and he would respond as they knew he would.

After his niece Walburga had well and truly lost her damned mind and put his chosen Heir under the cruciatus curse for refusing to have a slave brand burned into his arm, Charlus and Dorea had taken Sirius into their home with open arms.

The trade off to this was having to listen to Walburga imitate a banshee while ranting about traitors, dark lords, peanut butter, and mudbloods.

Effectively, Arcturus owed his brother in law a few favors for keeping his Heir away from his psychotic mother and raising him to properly understand his place in society.

Thus, Charlus Potter was bestowed with the most honor he could possibly receive at this hour that was not followed with a slew of dark curses.

"What the fuck do you want you wrinkled up old cunt?"

Charlus, reclining in an overstuffed armchair just grinned in return as he raised a glass in salute, "Fuck you too you daft old cunt! The self styled dark lord murdered my son and daughter in law tonight, yet managed to blow himself up when he tried to murder my grandson. God save the Queen!"

With that Charlus tossed back the shot and languidly tossed the glass on the table before him.

That moron went after Charlus and Dorea's family!? Holy hell, the bastard truly was insane.

"I...Chuck I'm sorry to hear that, is Harry alright?"

His companion deflated a bit as he nodded slowly, "Appreciated Arty, and... Yes? I mean what can I say he witnessed his parents being murdered by a self entitled psychopath but that isn't really why I'm here."

Plopping down into his favorite chair Lord Black stared at Lord Potter a few moments before sighing, "Why are you here?"

Charlus laughed at that while shaking his head, "Albus just tried to kidnap my grandson at the same moment he tried to have Sirius arrested for treason and murder in the middle of Saint Mungo's."

Arcturus could only roll his eyes before he asked, "And how did that turn out."

Charlus snorted as he plopped his elbow on the chairs armrest while resting his chin in his hand drawling out his reply, "Well it went like this..."

As the aurors sent to recover the Boy-Who-Lived and capture the traitor Sirius Black rushed through the halls they were met by an elderly woman who looked highly agitated, and forced them to come to a stop dead in their tracks.

"My grandson and his godfather are undergoing an examination at the moment, who are you lot and why are you trying to interfere with that?"

One of the aurors stepped forward, bravely, or idiotically, who could tell with wizards, and quickly stated, "Under the orders of the Supreme Mugwump we are to take custody of Harry James Potter and to arrest Sirius Orion Black."

Lady Dorea Potter tilted her head to the side, then grinned before drawling out, "You don't say."

"And you can guess how that went," Charlus stated as he leaned into his chair trying his best not to feel agitated.

Arcturus pinched the bridge of his nose while shaking his head slowly, "Please tell me she didn't kill any of them."

Charlus let out an amused snort before replying, "Not for the lack of trying, when one of the aurors shot a killing curse her way she lost her cool and began summoning demons but thankfully... Well... Ok in this instance at least thankfully, the turmoil acquired Andromeda Tonks attention from the ward above and well... She ended things quickly enough."

"The women in our lives are utterly terrifying and make me at times wonder why I even try," Arcturus stated flatly as he sipped his elf delivered bourbon, Charlus nodded in agreement.

"They truly are. Though this brings me to the reason I bothered you so damn early in the morning. Albus just tried to have my son arrested when he himself was the one to cast the Fidelus Charm on James and Lily's home, meaning he was well aware of the fact that Sirius was not the secret keeper. On top of that he attempted to kidnap my grandson, and he circumvented nearly every charter in our law books to authorize it, oh and he tried to have Dorea and I committed for mental instability. Ironically that one might hold some water but regardless...what do we do?"

Arcturus could only grin as he sipped his drink before replying, "What else? Make his life as miserable as feasibly possible and protect our heirs all while making him look the fool in the process."

Charlus laughed at that as he clinked his glass against his fellow Lord's, "To chaos then?"

"To chaos and family."

Charlus remained silent for a time before nodding, "I can drink to that," and both lords threw back their drinks quickly followed with them tossing the empty glasses over their shoulders while silently vanishing them.

It was time to set a few precedents that Dumbledore could never ignore.

It was time for the Lords of Potter and Black to plan for the future instead of wallowing in the past.