Okay. Here's another story. Do NOT groan. This is a sex-change challenge from SaphirePhoenix, she's also my beta! I thank the. I have problems with run on sentences and too many commas. She is . . . helpful.

I really like how this is turning out. The entire first year is done, some with the second year. I'll be posting them at a steady rate so you won't be want to kill me. This is only six chapters and the second is five. They move pretty fast, but the chapters are pretty long - for me at least. The third is still in progress so I don't know how long that is going to be. The fourth WILL be much longer, I have SO many things planed for that year. Mostly the plot is the same, the time line is a little different for this one, but for the second it's REALLY different. The third is also really different because of what happens in the first and second.

Okay, enough of this. Just read!

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Sirius Black, convicted mass-murderer and lifetime inmate at Azkaban, crossed his cell and looked up at one wall covered in scratches and numbers. He leaned down and picked up a sharp rock, lifted it up and slowly carved one more line in the wall. Then he dropped it and stepped back to stare at the wall once more. A smile slowly broke onto his face.

It was time.

Sirius walked over to his cell door and looked out, a pair of dementors were floating down the hall. Just on time. Sirius walked over to the dark corner nearest to the door. Once completely concealed in the darkness, he closed his eyes and morphed into Padfoot. Then he waited.

A few minutes later the temperature dropped as the two dementors stopped in front of his cell. He could just see their outlines from his corner. They were silently communicating; by the looks of it, they couldn't sense him because of his animal form, and they probably believed that he was another dead prisoner to deal with.

Just on cue the cell door opened and both dementors floated in, most likely in search of the dead body they would have to dispose of. Padfoot waited for a few beats, making sure that the dark creatures were far enough away so they wouldn't catch him, and then he slipped out of the cell. He ran down many long hallways, pausing every few moments to listen for any other dementors.

Finally he made it to the main gates. There was only one dementor guarding it (no prisoner would every get very far out of their cell, if at all). Not only that, but the make-shift gate hadn't been repaired for decades; there were only few bars left on it. There was never any need to. With all the security at Azkaban, no prisoner would ever get to the gates if they even managed to get out of their cell. This was good news for Padfoot, there was just enough room for a large dog to fit under the bars. . .

This thought in mind, Padfoot slowly crawled over to the gate. He sucked in his breath as he passed the lone dementor and crawled under the bar. After squeezing his whole body through the gate he was outside. . . in the fresh sea air. He was halfway free, now all he had to do was swim to shore. If only the ocean surrounding Azkaban wasn't freezing.

Pushing that thought out of his head and walking over to the edge of the dock he peered down to the water a few feet below him. It was calmer than usually, something he was extremely grateful for at the moment. With only one last thought he plunged into the cold water. 'Just do it for her. . .'

After an exhausting thirty minutes of swimming, Padfoot finally made it to shore, and he collapsed onto the cold mud and gravel breathing deeply. He was too tired to turn back to his human form, so he just laid there as a dog. After a few moments he heard the crunch of rocks, then a pool of light washed over him.

"My, my, what do we have here, lovely?" said the sweet voice of a woman. "Poor animal, what did this? You are just skin and bone! And completely soaked! No, this will not do." The woman turned and yelled over her shoulder, "Barry! Come on over here, there seems to be a stray. Not sure how much life he has left!"

There were more sounds of crunching rocks as another person walked over. "Dear Lord! You can see the rib bones!" a man exclaimed. Then a warm blanket fell over Padfoot and two strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him up. "We better get him to a fire, he's shivering. Then get some food into him."

After a few minutes of walking, Padfoot was brought into a small home. He was just barely awake but he could still feel the warmth as the old man placed him by the fire and the woman put more blankets over him. Then she sat next to him and stroked his head. "Sherry, he might not make the night. . . just don't get too attached to him."

"Oh posh! I know he's a fighter, can just see it in his eyes," replied the woman. Then she directed her words toward Padfoot. "Isn't that right? Now you just go to sleep and get warm. In the morning we'll have some food waiting for you."

At those comforting words Padfoot slowly closed his eyes, and for the first time in nearly ten years he had no nightmares. He had dreams, dreams of James and Lily, and of their child. The child that needed him now more than ever, that child needed to know the truth, along with most of the wizarding world.

. . .And he wasn't just talking about his innocence.

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Sirius stayed the next few days as Padfoot at the Bonfigs' cabin. The morning after the couple found him, he had woken up to find the woman, Sherry, still lying next to him. After having a spot of breakfast, Sherry and Barry both gave him a much needed bath and trim.

After being there a total of three days, Sirius felt better than he had since going to Azkaban, and while he was still skinny from his stay there he was getting stronger with the help of the Bonfigs. But he had stayed too long for his liking; it was time to leave and do what he escaped Azkaban for.

Later that same night, he found a map that would lead him to number 4 Privet Drive. Then he slipped out the front door, giving the people who helped him one last look.

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Harmony Rose Potter was laying outside in the park down the street from her 'home,' number 4 Privet Drive. She was laying on her back with her hands behind her head, and her brilliant green eyes stared at the clouds passing in the sky. She could have sworn that one of them looked like a huge dog!

Sighing, Harmony shifted a little to make herself more comfortable and thought back to earlier that day. What in the world was the letter for, and why did her Aunt and Uncle snatch it away and tell her that it was a mistake? The look that her aunt had given her when she first saw it. . . Dirty looks she was used to - she got them all the time - but this one. . . it was utter and complete loathing!

Then there was the question of who sent the letter. The address was so detailed! It even listed the cupboard that she lived in. It almost didn't seem possible for anyone other than the Dursleys to know that.

Harmony closed her eyes and sighed for the millionth time in the last hour that she had been here in the park. She had been here ever since she was shooed out of the house after the letter had been torn up and burned. How she wished that she had the letter! If the Dursleys didn't want her to see it, then it had to be something. . . something wonderful possibly.

Suddenly, she heard the flutter of wings and her eyes snapped open in a second. Harmony sat up while keeping both her eyes on a black owl sitting next to her. What in the world was an owl doing out in the daylight? Wait, was that a letter attached to his leg? Not being able to think of anything else to do she just stared at the bird and said, "Um, hello?"

The owl took this as some sort of cue and held out the leg with the letter on it. Harmony looked from the owl's face to its leg, then around her. Not seeing anyone, she took a chance and slowly grabbed the letter. As soon as the owl was free of its burden, it suddenly took to the sky. Harmony watched it leave before turning to the letter. Her eyes widened. It was the same letter from that morning!

Smiling, Harmony turned it over in her hands, noticing the seal on the back and the unusual paper it was in. Not able to hold it in any longer, she ripped it open, being careful to not completely destroy the envelope. Pulling the body of the letter out she read over it quickly, then paused. What was all this about? Could it be that magic. . . was real? Harmony read over the letter one more time. It read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Dear Miss Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

But before you are to attend I must discuss an important matter with you, please be ready to leave your home on July 30. I will be there to pick you up at noon, hope to see you soon.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chr. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Harmony blinked a few times (and it wasn't just because the letter rhymed in one place, she always noted stuff like that. . . right. Back to the real problem.) before putting the letter down on the ground in front of her and staring at it, like any second it would burst into flames, or something like that. It was something very hard to wrap her mind around. Uncle Vernon had always said that magic wasn't real and she and Dudley, her cousin, had been forbidden to watch or read anything that involved magic. Of course, she didn't let that stop her. Whenever she was able to, she would go off to either the public or school library and check out almost every fantasy book there was, along with many other subjects. But for it to be real, and be happening to her. . .it was strange by every definition.

Then again, it would explain all the weird things that had happened to her. The most resent being the snake episode at the zoo. . .maybe in this 'Hogwarts' other students could talk to snakes, too! Maybe she wasn't a 'freak' like her relatives always said she was.

But what was it that the headmaster. . .Albus Dumbledore, had to talk to her about? What was so important? And in most boarding schools you didn't see the headmaster, or any teacher to that matter, until you actually arrived at the school. Again, what was so important?

With a groan, Harmony fell back on the ground, then snapped back up when she heard a branch crack. Looking around at all the surrounding trees she could. . . feel someone - or something - hiding. "Hello, is someone there?" she asked, her voice shaking.

For a moment, it looked like she wasn't going to be getting an answer, then a huge black blur jumped out from the nearby bushes and landed on her, sending her backward. Harmony squealed as she hit the soft ground and was about the start kicking and screaming when the blur. . .started licking her? She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was a huge black dog. After pushing the dog off her - at the time she was no longer screaming but laughing - she hit him playfully on the head. "Why did you have to do that! You scared me!"

The reaction from the dog almost made her consider that he heard her. The dog put its head to the side and perked up its ears. Its eyes were bigger than they had been a moment ago and it made a whining noise. Harmony pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why must all dogs do that! They get all cute once they want something or have done something bad!" The dog nudged her and whined once more. "And why on earth does it work so well!"

After the dog finally got off her it walked over to the Hogwarts letter and sniffed it. Harmony sighed and picked it up again. "Yeah, I know, it's weird. It's suppose to be some sort of invitation to a school, but a school for magic." The dog looked at her strangely. "My family has always told me that magic doesn't exist, but now. . . I'm not so sure. There are too many things that I've done in the past that could be explained by magic." Harmony paused and shook her head. "And now I'm talking to a dog! But then again, it's not that far away from talking to snakes, I just wish that you could talk back like they do." The dog's eyes widened and it looked as if it's mouth had dropped, but Harmony just shrugged it off.

"Another weird thing is that the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore - weird name, isn't it - is suppose to come and pick me up for some reason on July 30." Harmony's eyes widened. "Wait, that's today! Oh my gosh! What time is it?" she exclaimed, jumping up. "I have to get to my house before he does. I don't think my family wanted me to know about this." Then Harmony was off. Her small size and the fact that she was chased after my her cousin and his friends almost everyday made her the fastest in her school - and it drove all the boys in P.E. mad when she beat them in races.

Harmony was aware that the dog was following her, but she didn't care. She had to get to her house quickly. Just as she was turning on her street she saw a man with a long with beard and spectacles walking up to her door. He didn't look like he belonged on Privet Drive with his bright blue suit. Only pausing a moment, she continued running. "Wait!" she exclaimed just as the man was about to knock. He turned and looked slightly surprised. Finally Harmony arrived in front of the man, breathing heavily. Brushing a long lock of her raven back hair back, she stood up straight. "Um, hello. Are you Albus Dumbledore?"

The man smiled and his eyes twinkled more than anyone Harmony had ever met. "Yes, that I am, and you must be Miss Harmony Potter. I assume that you received your letter."

Harmony nodded as she noticed that the dog had just caught up to her and was panting at her side. "Yes sir, but. . . is it for real? Magic and this school?"

"Yes Miss Potter, it is," answered Albus Dumbledore. "And you may call me Professor Dumbledore. Now, why were you running?"

"Well Professor," started Harmony, playing with the letter in her hands. "I just got the letter about fifteen minutes ago; my aunt and uncle took the one from this morning away."

Professor Dumbledore's face screwed up in concentration. "Really? Well, I suppose I should send them a letter later and talk to them about that. But for now, we really must be going." It was then that he noticed the dog that had recovered from the run and was looking at the professor almost nervously. Dumbledore looked at the dog for a few moments, then his glare hardened. "Sirius Black, what are you doing here?" The dog whimpered.

"Um Professor, what are you doing?" asked Harmony. "I just found this dog in the park a few minutes ago."

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, well you both will come with me and we will talk about this in a moment. Please grab onto my arm." Harmony slowly did as he said as Dumbledore took hold of the dog. "Prepare yourself." he said. Harmony was about to ask why but then it felt like she was being squeezed into a small tube. Finally the feeling stopped and Harmony lost her balance slightly. Dumbledore chuckled lightly. "Yes, apparating for the first time is sometimes strange. Please sit down."

Harmony gladly took a seat in one of the most cushy chairs she had ever seen while the dog sat next to her. Dumbledore stood in front of the dog and pointed a. . .was that a wand? Anyway, he pointed a stick at it. "Sirius, what are you doing here? You are suppose to be dead."

Then in the blink of an eye the dog that she had found in the park turned into a man. . .that looked strangely familiar. She was so surprised that she almost didn't notice that he started to talk. "Please, professor, you must believe me! I wasn't the secret keeper. I wouldn't have sold Lily and James out like that!"

Dumbledore and the man stood there for a few moments when Dumbledore nodded and walked over to a shelf. He looked over a few vials of liquids and sighed. Then he walked over to the fireplace, scooped up a handful of powder, and threw it in the fire. Then he stuck his own head in it!

Harmony was about to scream when the man placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him, still in shock. "It's okay, Harmy, it's just a way of communication." Harmony nodded then froze.

"W-what did you call me?" she asked.

The man looked slightly embarrassed for a moment and took his hand off her shoulder. "Oh, that was what I called you when you were a baby."

Harmony was about to ask him if he really knew her when she was a baby when professor Dumbledore interrupted her. "Okay, Sirius, my current Potions Master is coming with some Veritaserum, and then we can make certain that you are telling the truth." The man - Sirius - nodded.

They didn't have to wait long. Not five minutes later did the fireplace burst into green flames and a man step out. "Here you are Albus," said the man. He was tall and had extremely greasy hair. He was also pale. Then again, Harmony really couldn't talk; the only time she was anything but pale was when she was sunburned from weeding the garden. The man froze when he saw the other man. "Black! What the hell are you doing here?" He said it with so much hate it almost reminded her of Uncle Vernon.

"I could ask you the same question!" exclaimed Sirius.

"BOYS!" exclaimed the headmaster, they stopped and turned to him. "Thank you. Now, Severus, the potion?" The pale man, now known as Severus, handed him the potion while grumbling. Dumbledore handed Sirius the potion and he drank it all. His eyes turned misty and it seemed like he was is some sort of trance. "Now Sirius, tell me who the Potters' secret keeper was."

Harmony's head jerked up at that. What was the professor talking about? She watched intently for an answer. "Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper, I was just a decoy so Voldemort would think that I was the secret keeper," answered Sirius in a monotone voice. So, it must have been some sort of truth serum.

"Did you kill those 12 muggles and Peter?" asked Dumbledore. Harmony gasped, did he really kill all those people? Was he a murderer?

"No, I did not. Peter did. He faked his own death by turning into a rat and cutting off his finger," answered Sirius. "I went after him after he told Voldemort of Lily and James' whereabouts."

"Okay, last question," said Dumbledore. "Have you every worked for Voldemort?"

"No, I haven't."

Dumbledore smiled and patted Sirius on the back. "Splendid."

"Albus, you don't believe this do you?" demanded Severus.

"But I do, he can't lie under the influence of Veritaserum," insisted Dumbledore. "But now we have other matters to attend to." Dumbledore turned to Harmony. "Miss Potter I know that this has been a hectic day, just learning about magic, but there is more to this story."

"Wait, professor," interrupted Severus. "This is Potter? I thought that they had a boy. The bloody boy-who-lived."

Harmony was getting very fed up. It seemed like she would never get answers. "Excuse me," she said loudly, drawing the attention of all three adults, including Sirius - the potion had just seemed to wear off. "But I have a name, it's Harmony, and what do you mean?"

Dumbledore sighed and continued. "You see, Harmony, in our world there was a Dark wizard, Lord Voldemort - or as many call him He Who Must Not Be Named or You Know Who, but please call him by his name. Fear of a name only increases the fear of the person." Harmony nodded, it did make sense. "Your parents, Lily and James, knew that Voldemort was after them so they went into hiding. Only one person other than myself knew where they were, and up until now I thought it was Sirius, but they switched it on me. They made another friend, Peter, the secret keeper, and sadly he betrayed you and your parents. He turned in your location to Voldemort.

"Voldmort went to your home on Halloween ten years ago. He killed your father, James, but not without a fight." Dumbledore paused for a moment. "He wanted to give you and Lily a chance to escape, but somehow Lily could not. He killed her then set his sights on you, but something happened - the killing curse he cast rebounded and hit Voldemort, leaving you with nothing but a scar while he was destroyed. You are known as the savior of our world for making him disappear."

Harmony was gobsmacked. Everything in her life was a lie! "B-But my aunt and uncle said that my parents died in a car crash and that's how I got my scar."

"What! How dare they!" exclaimed Sirius standing up. Harmony jumped in surprised. "A car crash! How could they belittle them like that! I swear, if I ever get my hands on them I will become a murderer!" Sirius paused and turned to Harmony, he had a sad look in his eyes. "Harmony, how - how did they treat you. Judging by your clothes. . . I'm not sure I want to know."

Harmony looked to the floor. The Dursleys had never laid a hand on her, except for a spanking when she was younger. The only time she was hurt at their hand was when her aunt pulled her out of her cupboard, and the one occasion when Uncle Vernon was extremely drunk and slapped her. Then there was the no meals for months at a time. "Well. . ." she began, then stopped. The Dursleys told her to never repeat anything that happened in their house, but this man, whoever he was, seemed to really care. "I guess it's alright. . .there are a few times that - I mean - well," she stuttered.

Sirius leaned down to her level and made it so she was staring him in the eyes. "Harmony," he said gently, "tell me, did they ever. . .hit you?"

Harmony was about to answer when a question nagged at her. "Why do you care?" she blurted.

Sirius smiled. "Well, it is what godfathers do, and I haven't been doing a very good job lately."

"Godfather?" repeated Harmony.

He smiled and nodded, then his face turned serious. "Answer me."

There was almost no hesitating this time. "Yes. A few times. . ."

Sirius stood up, visibly shaking in rage. "They. Are. So. Dead," he said in a quiet sort of voice, a voice that chilled her to the bone. Harmony's eyes widened at this, never had anyone showed this before. Care for her. She looked over to Dumbledore then to the other man, Severus. To her surprise he was looking at her differently, with - was it sympathy?

Dumbledore laid a calming hand on his shoulder. "Sirius, please. Don't lose your temper, that's what got you in trouble last time. I will talk to the Dursleys and you can talk to Harmony later, but there is more to tell her."

"More?" echoed Harmony in disbelief.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, but maybe you want to continue, Sirius."

Sirius nodded as well and turned to Harmony. "Harmy, when your were born your parents were very happy. The only thing they worried about was your safety. By the time you were born they knew that Voldemort was after them, and that you could be in danger. So they created two birth certificates, one fake, the other real. The real one was for you, Harmony Rose Potter and the other was for Harry James Potter. This way, if they died and you survived, you could hide in plan sight. Any of Voldemort's followers would be looking for a male child, not a female.

"You are famous, but everyone thinks you are the 'boy-who-lived,' while in reality you are the 'girl-who-lived,'" finished Sirius. "Only a handful know about the change; you three had gone into hiding shortly after your birth. Only I, Dumbledore, and of course your parents knew the truth. We thought that one of our friends were leaking information. James would never suspect me- we were like brothers - but our other friend had a reason for us to suspect him. . .and now I see our stupidity. We suspected the wrong person the whole time."

Harmony stared at the man in front of her. He had so much hurt in his eyes. She couldn't answer at the moment, everything was just too much. A few hours ago she was just Harmony Potter, the freak that lived with the Dursleys. Now. . .she learned about her parents and how they died, that she was famous for living through a curse, and that everyone believed her to be a boy! Harmony nodded stiffly.

"Harmony," piped up Dumbledore. "There is just a little more. . .you have two choices for when you attend Hogwarts. You can either come clean with the world and tell them that you are, in fact, a girl. Or. . .you can play along."

Sirius, Severus, and Harmony all looked at him with equally confused glares. "Dumbledore. . . what do you mean?" spoke up Severus. "Surely you don't mean what I think you mean."

"But I do," assured Dumbledore, smiling. "There are many spells and charms that can make you appear different. We could make you look like 'Harry Potter.' It would be temporary of course, to be taken off at your word." Harmony stared at the old man. He had to be short a few screws. Why would she pretend to be a boy? For one, it was just too weird. And second, she wouldn't be herself. "Harmony," the old man said softly, as if sensing her distress, "this would be only for a short while. Just think about our world. They have thought that their savior was male for ten years. They need to be eased into this."

"Dumbledore, you can't!" exclaimed Sirius.

"I could, Sirius, but it is Miss Potter's choice," said Dumbledore gently.

Severus spoke up from the back. "I believe that it would be a wise decision. Our world is still far behind in certain customs. Women aren't completely equal in some people's eyes. They might not take too kindly to knowing right off the bat that their 'savior' - " he said the word with obvious displeasure " - is a woman. But if you were to pretend for a while, then they would get to know the 'real' you, and when you are once again yourself they will see that it was you all along." Severus added a sneer with his last sentence, "Then again, it might not help your cause."

Sirius looked as if he was going to say something when Harmony intervened. "Wait, I will think about it. I'll give you an answer within the next few days." She paused then spoke again. "That being said, where am I going to stay?"

Dumbledore smiled and stood. "You and Sirius will stay here, at Hogwarts. If you will follow me I will lead you to your rooms." As he walked out of the room he turned to Severus. "Thank you for bringing the potion." Severus nodded in reply and walked out before the headmaster, but not before taking one last look at Harmony.

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Both Sirius and Harmony were sitting in the living room Dumbledore had showed them a few minutes ago. Before leaving, he pointed to a door on their right, which was hers, and on the left, which was Sirius'. They each had their own bathrooms. Now, however, they were sitting awkwardly on either side of the huge red couch in the center of the room.

Harmony was looking at him and trying to be discreet, just as he was while looking at her - neither was succeeding very well. Finally, after another minute of silence, Harmony cleared her throat and spoke. "So. . .are you really my. . .godfather?"

Sirius smiled and relaxed slightly. "Yes, I am. James picked me the moment he learned that he was going to be a father." He paused and chuckled. "That is, after he woke up from his unexpected nap. . ." Harmony giggled and Sirius' smile grew. "I've missed that laugh. I swear, you sound exactly like Lily, and you have her face and eyes too. But your hair is the trademark of a true Potter."

Harmony's eyes lit up and she scooted over to Sirius without realizing it. "Really? I - I look like them - my parents?" she asked hopefully.

Sirius looked at her and smiled. "Yes, of course. If not for your hair, you'd look exactly like your mother!" He paused and frowned. "There is your build, though. . . you much thinner than her, and I can imagine why that is. Those Dursleys," he spit out the word with venom, "they probably underfed you, am I right?"

Harmony looked down at her hands. "Yes, Dudley, my cousin, on the other hand is a whale." Harmony searched for a way to change the subject. "So, you were friends with them, my parents?" Sirius nodded silently. "Well. . .could you tell me about them? Please?" she practically begged.

"Of course, missy! Just sit back and relax, 'cause you are about to have story time from you dear old Uncle Padfoot!" Harmony laughed again as she settled back into the soft couch.

For the next few hours, Sirius told her stories of their (Her parents, himself, and their other two friends) time at Hogwarts. He had admitted that her parents hadn't gotten along right off the bat, but that her father had a crush on her mother since the first moment he laid eyes on her. He was teased for the first year because of this; they hadn't really began to like girls yet but they quickly changed their minds on that. Sirius also told her of all the pranks they used to play, the Marauders, that is. Harmony had also asked a question that had come into her head as he was telling her about a certain prank.

"Sirius, how can you turn into a dog?" she asked. Sirius stopped talking and smiled almost evilly. He gladly told her that Remus Lupin, their best friend and one of the Marauders that Harmony had grown very fond of because of his intelligence, had been cursed since he was young and became a Werewolf every full moon. When they had found out they told him that they didn't care at all the wanted to help - they did by becoming animagi. Sirius was a great big dog, hence the name 'Padfoot.' Her dad was a stag and his name was 'Prongs.' Then Remus was 'Moony', for obvious reasons. Then he quickly told her Peter Pettigrew, or 'Wormtail's,' form- a rat, which fit perfectly. Harmony had to agree; this man that used to be her father's best friend turned them in and let Sirius rot in a horrible wizard jail.

"Soooooooo, are you going to teach me how to become an animagus?" asked Harmony sweetly, using her best puppy dog eyes.

Sirius replied with a bark-like laugh and put an arm around her. "Don't worry, Prongslet, Master James was certain that you would become an Animagus before leaving Hogwarts and I plan to follow through it. Although he would only tell us this when Lily wasn't in the room; she never liked the fact that we did this illegally. But not for a few more years. It is difficult magic and you need to know a lot of Transfiguration." Harmony nodded.

"And now let me continue in the tail that is the Marauders and the ever lovely Lily-flower!" said Sirius, Harmony settled back and placed her head on Sirius' shoulder closing her eyes.

After another hour and a half of stories, Sirius looked down a Harmony to see that the girl was sleeping peacefully. He smiled as he carefully stood up, trying not the wake her. After he was standing up and looking down at the sleeping angel before him, he placed a quilt over her body and removed her glasses (he had to make sure to fix them soon). Then he leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead. She shiftily slightly but remained asleep with a smile on her soft features.

"Good night, little Pronglet. I believe that this is going to be the first good night's sleep for the both of us in ten years," Sirius whispered. He pulled back her bangs to reveal her famous scar. Without another look, he walked into his room, keeping his door open, and went to sleep.

Peacefully.

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Hope you like! I'll update in a few days, just as soon as I get the second chapter back from my beta. She is going through finals at the moment, so the weekdays are hectic, I know. I finished my finals Wednesday, but got sick soooooooo Merry Christmas to me. It was my mom that gave me the 'present' of a cold. Thanks.

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