Andromeda Tonks née Black collapsed into the fake cream leather couch with a sigh. Without a word, she and her husband curled into each other. They had just come back from taking their 4-year-old daughter and her best friend of the same age out trick-or-treating. As soon as they had returned Harry and Nymphadora had run-up to her room to sift through their sugary loot. Neither parent was looking forward to the inevitable sugar rush. Even now she could hear them both laughing and giggling above.

They were each other's closest and only friends and were fiercely loyal to one another as such. When Lily and James tried to take Harry to a muggle public school but refused when he found out Nymphadora couldn't go. In a week Harry and Tonks managed to persuade them that they should be homeschooled together. Both children were unique with Tonks being a metamorph and Harry being extremely powerful for his age. With common bouts of not so accidental magic.

Both Ted and Andromeda began to fall asleep on the couch when they were suddenly alerted as with a blinding flash of fire and a bird's caw, Albus Dumbledore was stood before them, with Fawkes on his shoulder.

"Albus! Have you never of knocking!?" Andromeda exclaimed, angry at nearly having a heart attack.

"My apologies my dear, but I thought it would be best if I delivered the news as soon as possible." Dumbledore responded.

"Mum, what's going on?" A voice asked. They looked to the doorway and saw both Harry and Nymphadora stood side by side.

Dumbledore looked to the Potter with sad eyes. "Harry, my boy..." He began. "...There is something I need to tell you."

Earlier with Tonks and Harry.

The duo ran up the stairs to Nymphaora's room, so they dig through their plastic pumpkins full of sweets and chocolate. What neither Ted or Andromeda knew was that James had put a mild compulsion charm on them so they would get more than others. They jumped onto Tonks' bed and scrambled to sit on opposite sides. They swiftly poured their sugary loot into piles in front of them and separated what they liked from what they didn't.

Nymphadora was dressed as a pink pirate with a bandana that covered her hair, while Harry was dressed as a knight. The pair had known each other since birth Their parents having been introduced to each other through Dumbledore. During Lily's and Andromeda's pregnancies and had become fast friends. So naturally, Harry and Nymphadora had been close since birth.

When the duo heard the noise downstairs they both decided to investigate.

They quickly sneaked down the stairs and were at the doorway when they saw Dumbledore.

"Mum, what's going on?" Nymphadora asked.

The three adults immediately looked at the duo. Dumbledore locked eyes with Harry and spoke to him. "Harry, my boy. There is something I need to tell you." He began solemnly. Harry grew fearful at Dumbledore's tone. "The Dark Lord has attacked your home. I'm afraid, your family is no longer with us."

Harry froze in shock. He sniffled once. Sniffled twice, before he completely breaking down.

Nymphadora held her wailing friend and he was quick to reciprocate. Harry held her tightly, afraid to lose her to. Fawkes hopped off Dumbledore's shoulder to Harry's and began to sing a song to help calm him down.

"I hope you can find comfort in the fact that your family's sacrifice has lead to the Dark Lord's defeat." Dumbledore spoke up.

"What? How?" Ted asked.

"That's not something that should be discussed now." Andromeda interpreted with a tone of finality as she moved over to the children.

"I-I can't believe Sirius would betray them." Andromeda spoke up as she rubbed Harry's back in an attempt to soothe him.

"Believe me, Andromeda. It is a shock to me as well." Dumbledore responded.

Harry shook his against his friend's shoulder. "It-It wasn't Sirius. It was Peter. They-They switched." He managed to get out between sniffles.

"I didn't even know that was possible." Andromeda mentioned.

Dumbledore hummed in thought. "Rest assure, that I will look into this matter personally." With a whistle, Fawkes returned to him and with flash they were gone.

"What, what happens to me now?" Harry asked Andromeda nervously.

"Harry." Andromeda spoke so he was looking her in the eyes. I'm your godmother. That means that your parents have trusted me to look after you if they could not. You can stay here as long as you need to."

A few days later.

The Tonks family, Sirius, and Harry were at Gringgots for the private hearing of James and Lilly's will.

They were quickly lead to a private room. Where a goblin sat at a desk in front of two rows of six chairs.

The doors opened again and in walked five more people: a couple, their daughter, and two old men that shocked the group. One walked with the help of a cane, had wispy gray hair, and warm brown eyes behind his circler glasses. The other man looked similar to his compatriot apart from being able to walk unaided, having more hair and a scar across his left cheek.

"Grandad, Greatuncle Charles!" Harry cried out in excitement as he ran over embraced them. Unintentaly winding them both.

"Hello, Harry." Fleamont responds warmly with his hand on Harry's back.

"How are you doing kiddo?" Charles asked softly.

"I'm doing better Greatuncle." Harry answered with a sniffle. "The Tonks' have been looking after me." Harry looked to the trio and so did Fleamont and Charles. Ted and Andromeda watched on, unsure what to do, while their daughter looked at the two men in curiosity.

"Me and my brother can not thank you enough for taking care of Harry." Fleamont said sincerely.

"I am his Godmother, it is what I swore to do, and even if I didn't, it is least I could do for you both ensuring my family's safety." Andromeda responded easily.

"Hurry up and sit down or I will read the will while you stand!" The goblin yelled at the occupants of the room. With varying looks of dislike to the goblin as they found their seats. With a grunt, the goblin took a piece of parchment out of his desk and began to read it.

"I, Jamison Charles Potter.

And I, Lillian Marie Potter.

Make this will to be heard in full exclusively by our family and the godparents of our sons.

The headship of the Potter family will return to Fleamont Potter or be given to Charles Potter until a time one of our sons are ready to take the responsibility.

Guardianship of our oldest son, Hadrian James Potter is to be given to either his godmother, Andromeda Dora Tonks, or his Godfather Sebastian Anton Delcour. Whoever the decided guardian is will receive a hundred gallons a month until he is of age for his care.

Guardianship of our youngest son, Jackson Marcus Potter is to be given to either his godmother, Alice Ellana Longbottom, or his Godfather, Sirius Orian Black. Whoever the decided guardian is will receive a hundred gallons a month until he is of age for his care.

Other suitable guardians are the following: Fleamont Potter, Charles Potter, the Bones family, the McKinnon family, and the McGonagal family."

The goblin didn't bother to read the signatures as he held out the will. Fleamont stood up and took it and placed it in his pocket. "I know you have a lot of questions but this isn't the place for them. I have a portkey that will take us all to a Potter safehouse, so if you'll follow me."

Soon.

They arrived at a three-bedroom house that stood on its own. The three children fell in a heap and soon discovered that there was a language barrier between Fleur and Harry and Dora when they tried to apologize to each other.

"We will translate for these three, while you two tell them what we're been up to." Sebastian told Fleamont and Charles, referring to himself and his wife.

"Very well." Fleamont responded before leading the other adults away. He led the group into the dining room where everyone found a seat at the table, he spoke. "As you know, both Euphemia and Dora passed less than a week apart due to dragon pox." Fleamont spoke with an ache in his heart.

Charles wiped a tear from his eye and continued while his brother regained his composer. "We both knew we are to old to fight in this war, we've never felt so useless in our lives. About a week later we received a letter from Appoliet's mother Abagail, An old friend of mine from the war against Grindelwald, inviting us to visit her, as she is also a widow."

"While we were they, we got the idea to build up the Potter name in France, just in case living in Britan became no longer feasible." Fleamont continued. "When we heard that Lily was expecting we talked to the Lily, James and the Delcores about guardianship."

"During this time, James told us that people believed that we were dead as well, so we decided to go along with it, and allow James to take the Potter lordship, while we kept working in the background." Charles mentioned.

"So what happens now?" Sirius asked.

A silence fell over the group.

"Well, we have been watching the trials and what we have seen is, concerning." Fleamont mentioned.

"Yeah." Sirius agreed. "Lucius and the others are too embedded..."

"Bullshit." Charles cut him off. "When cleaning up the mess Grindelwald made in Europe, it didn't matter how old your house or how pure your blood, if you supported the basted, you were tired to a chair and Veritaserum rammed down your throat!"

"What my brother is trying to say is no one is taking responsibility, or even making changes to stop it from happening again. We were prepared to send him to Buextons if Hogwarts was no longer safe, but it might be best to send him anyway." Fleamont elaborated.

"Why? Dumbledore's still at Hogwarts." Sirius asks.

"And it is right under Dumbledore's nose that an army of Death Eaters raised up." Charles countered. "I've always said he's too soft."

"Nymphadora will be devastated." Ted thought aloud.

"You are more than welcome to join us. We put away funds for your family years ago." Fleamont offered.

"That- That is most kind of you, Lord Potter. We will consider your offer." Andromeda answered as a pureblooded daughter would be expected to, due to the shock of being given such an offer.

"Are you two sure that leaving Britain is the best idea? When Harry comes back to take his seat on the Wizengamot he won't know anyone there." Sirius argued.

"I'll be keeping an eye on the Wizwngamont, and teaching Harry about them as he grows older." Fleamont responded. "Harry will be more of an unknown to them than they will be to him."

"Remember what the Blacks taught you, Sirius. Always come from a position of strength. Harry will have a better education, connections to the french magical community, and more insight on them than they do on him." Charles advised.

"I'd rather not remember anything they taught me." Sirius muttered to himself, but Charles heard him.

"Don't be an idiot Sirius. You should take good advice no matter where it comes from. I know your lessons were more than blood purity." Charles responded. Sirius frowned before his expression became more pensive. Fleamont hummed, which instantly got his brother's attention. "What are you thinking?"

"That unless Sirius or Regulas have had any basterds, that we may be able to make Nymphadora the Black heir."

Days later.

"I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, officially declare the British Wizengamot meeting on the 13th of November 1981 to have begun. Now is there any business that needs to be brought forth?" Dumbledore asked and several hands raised. The meeting began no one noticed the two old men wearing glasses at the back of the audience. While one watched the politics, the other scanned the crowd.

It didn't take Charles long to spot who he was looking for. She was on the back row with them but closer to the middle. The elderly woman had her gray hair tied in a bun and wore silk robes with her back straight. Seeing that no one had dared sit at either side of her or in front of her, he decided now was as good of a time as many. He got up and moved over to the elderly witch and sat next to her without a word.

"Leave." The old witch demand.

"I thought you'd be more surprised to see me again Cass." Charles responded.

Cassiopeia Black snapped her head to the person next to her. "Charles!?"

"That's better." He grinned.

"What are you doing here?" Cassiopeia hissed. Displeased at being shocked.

"I came to ask you a question." Charles answered calmly.

"No, I mean what are you doing here, while Sirius is sat in your family's seat?" Cassiopeia retorted.

"Oh, that? That's Monty's idea." Charles answered casually as he jerked a thumb over to his brother.

Cassiopeia looked to the older Potter brother. "Merlin. Do you Potters actually die?" She thought allowed in astonishment.

A sadness filled Charles' eyes at the comment. "Sadly yes."

"My apologies Charles. I did not mean to be so crass." Cassiopeia quickly responded. She respected Charles for his dueling talents and for winning Dora's heart. "What is the question you wanted to ask me?"

"Thank you. I was wondering if Regulus left any children behind." Charles answered.

"No, he did not. Why do you ask?" Cassiopeia responded with a curious tone and a raised eyebrow.

"Because if that's the case then the Black lordship will go to either Draco or Nymphadora." Charles mentioned.

"And you want it to go to Andromeda's girl." Cassiopeia responded as she caught on to what he was saying.

"Don't you?" Charles quickly responded.

Cassiopeia merely grimaced in response. "I'd rather it wasn't either of them."

"It will be one of them sooner or later." Charles plainly stated.

"I will see to it Sirius is made heir Black what happens when he is Lord is up to him." Cassiopeia told her brother in law.

"Thank you, Cass." Charles responded.

"So how long do you and your brother intend to stay hidden?"Cassiopeia asked.

"Until someone decides to make a stupid claim on something we own." Charles answered before standing back up. "Have a good day Cass." With that, he moved back to his brother.

The session went on just like Charles remembered them to be. Boring. He had inherited none of his late farther's passion for politics, and he was grateful that Fleamont was the oldest, and thus he was the one expected to deal with representing their family. He couldn't complain too much though. It was in this room he first met Dora Black. They both were only seven at the time. Charles was looking at the others in the visitor's stand to help pass the time when his eyes locked with a girl's who had been doing the same thing. The girl had pitch-black hair, much like his had been at the time. Her iris were a silvery gray, almost invisible from where Charles was sat. Almost simultaneously realized they were staring at each other and quickly turned away with burning red faces. Through-out the rest of the session, they would sneak glances at each other, occasionally meeting eyes, and quickly look away blushing. Despite being bored to tears, Charles went to every Wizerdgamont session he could when he didn't have lessons, (something he later found out Dor did as well) hoping to see the girl again. Over the years they both found out each other's names and tried to gather what information they could on one another, which was next to nothing beyond lineage. The first time they talked was during their first ride on the Hogwarts Express. At first, they were both shy, with awkward pauses, but they soon warmed up to each other. It had come as a shock to their older siblings to see them together, but they ultimately decided to leave them alone. At the beginning of their third year, Charles managed to ask Dora to go to Hogsmeade with him, although he pretended to only ask her so others would stop asking her. Which everyone but Dora knew was a lie. By the end of the 'date', they had both fallen for each other and started dating during the middle of their fourth year. Some might have tension to rise between the two families, but tensions between the two families were at an all-time low with Henry being a respected member of the Wizardingamont and Charles having once been one of the best members of the Hogwarts dueling club during his time as a member. Getting him respect from the Blacks at Hogwarts at the time.

But as much as he loves Dora, he still hates the Wizardingamont.

The brothers continued to watch the session in silence until the inevitable happened.

"The Wizardingomnt recognizes Lord Malfoy." Albus announced.

"Thank you, Cheif Warlock." Lucius Malfoy ground out. "I come to you all today with a matter of great concern to the British wizarding economy. The war has caused our great community needs all the funds it can gain to rebuild. So I suggest we use money that is in the hands of those that would misuse it. Mainly a four-year-old boy and his outcast Godfather." He finished with a pointed look towards Sirius.

Sirius shook with anger but before he could say a word a voice shouted from the visitor stands. "YOU WOULD DO WELL TO KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF MY FAMILY'S FORTUNE! YOU MURDERING BASTED!" Charles Potter's magical embued voice thundered throughout the room.

The looked at Charles and those that recognized him gasped in shock, and the name "Charles Potter" was frantically whispered around the hall.

Lucius palled under the Potter's murderous gaze. "I- I was cleared on all charges."

"Actions speak louder Malfoy. And your actions are that of a shameless thief!" Fleamont responded as he stood up next to his brother. While much quieter than Charles, Fleamont's voice carried just as much venom. "You should lose your seat for even suggesting riffling through pockets of a grieving child! And if you are so concerned about the economy, maybe you should donate some of your own fortune. Are all, you are partly responsible for the atrocities!" By the time Fleamont had finished the entire Wizardingamont was in an uproar with many voices yelling at the members yelling at the supposedly innocent Deatheaters.

Dumbledore ultimately resorted to firing multiple blasts from his wand to regain some semblance of order. "I take it you both have more to say, Lord and Mister Potter." He stated upon noticing neither brother had yet to sit down.

"We do Cheif Warlock." Fleamont answered. "As I stated before actions speak louder than words. Over the years I have become increasingly concerned with education and security at Hogwarts. With History of magic being laughable, and increasingly ill-suited Defence Professors causing standards to drop, as well as the rampant bullying due to ridiculous thins such a heritage and house sorting, have troubled me though-out the years, but the hiring of a Death Eater is the last straw. As such Hadrian James Potter will not be going to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, rather he will attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, to ensure his safety and a stable education."

Fleamont sat down and Charles spoke. "Despite this change, House Potter will continue to honor its alliances. Especially with House Longbottom and House Bones, who are tragically in a similar position."

The rest of the session might as well have been canceled, as it was all overshadowed by the return of the Potter brothers.