Author's Note: Sorry its been so long since I updated this, but finally here's a new chapter for it. Also, I know some of you were probably expecting another chapter of Into The Black Instead. I am working on that, its just fighting me a bit at the moment, but I think I've made it through the hardest parts and things should flow a bit more smoothly from here. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Two Days Later

Bones Family Manor (AKA 'The Ossuary')

Great Britain

For a place that was ostensibly called 'the boneyard', the Bones family manor was a big step up from either Sirius' old flat or Grimmauld Place. It was a fine old mansion which was much more tastefully decorated than any of the Black Family residences had ever thought of being. Sirius had therefore opted to move in with his wife and her niece rather than try and make one of those death traps livable.

Currently, Sirius was in the bedroom, attempting rather industriously get dressed for their first full day back in England, while trying very hard not to brood overmuch. It was more difficult than it sounded actually. Not the dressing part, thank Merlin for that! The 'not brooding' part. Sirius was actually 'house trained' as his wife liked to jokingly put it after all.

He was largely past the point in which he was dwelling exhaustively on the way Lily had refrained from contacting him. If James' death had hit him hard, it would surely have hit her much harder. Not that he believed that was all there was to it of course. Lily was behaving far too...cagily for that.

No, he was mostly 'not-brooding' about a couple of related matters instead. First and foremost, he wondered about Keira, or more specifically, her place in Harry and Lily's lives.

Oh, Sirius had no problem with the fact she was not in any way human, even if she did happen to look particularly intimidating in her natural form. No his concerns lay more along the lines of wondering just how much influence she had over Lily and Harry, especially if she were as ruthless as Lily had described previously. He couldn't help but wonder why Lily was okay with someone as ruthless as Keira being around her only child.

Which quite nicely segued into his other concern he supposed. Which was easily summed up by the question Lily had asked him to ponder after that sparring match. 'Why would Harry need training of that caliber?' he wondered.

Whatever that training was exactly, it was definitely producing results. Harry was strong, fast and agile. More so than any child his age had a right to be. That was leaving aside Lily's claims of telekinetic powers. What he had seen didn't look like any sort of wandless magic that Sirius had ever heard of. He knew of no method by which that sort of thing could be performed without a wand or potion, and even then those effects were generally much less impressive than what Harry and Keira had shown off.

He sighed as he realized he was dwelling again despite his best efforts, and shook himself trying to dislodge those bothersome thoughts.

They were home now, that was what mattered. Home in England, and safe. That was as important in regards to his own family as it was in regards to their new guests. Much of the previous day had involved simply travelling home safely and getting themselves and their new housemates settled.

It wasn't a permanent arrangement of course. Lily especially voiced interest in eventually securing a residence for themselves. However, all of them seemed happy to take the Blacks up on their offered hospitality. Something he was grateful for.

Harry and Susan seemed to be getting along alright at least…

"Still worrying about all this are you?" His wife's voice murmured in his ear as he felt her hands delicately grasp his shoulders from behind.

Sirius smiled wryly over his shoulder at her, "Can you really blame me?" He asked.

His wife smirked, her eyes sparkling merrily at him for a moment before she shook her head. "Not at all, I admit I'm worried too. I'm just withholding judgement until I know more is all." She stated primly fiddling slightly with the collar of his dress shirt.

It wasn't terribly formal, just something a mite bit nicer than his travelling clothes, which he'd been wearing up until that morning.

"I just—" he began before sighing ruefully. "I guess I'm reserving judgement when it comes down to it. It's just… it's Harry and Lily you know?"

Judging by his wife's questioning look however, she didn't in fact know. Or at least not explicitly, so he explained himself. "They're both happy enough, I can tell that much. Which is good of course, but there's a certain…solemn note to them, something is weighing on their minds I can tell."

Amelia hummed thoughtfully, "Whatever it is Harry is training for you think?" He grunted in assent earning a small chastising look for being so inarticulate, before she pressed on. "Well, they certainly implied they were holding things back until they know if they can trust us with them."

This produced an aggravated huff from Sirius, "That's another thing! Lily should know she can trust us!"

She patted him consolingly on his shoulder, "Dear…it's been ten years. Lily hasn't actually known you in all that time." She sighed gently as she considered his sullen frown. "Look, why don't you just ask her about it?" She suggested, rolling her eyes. "Ask her why she's not certain about you. Perhaps you can allay some of her concerns and get us some answers hm? At the very least it should set us on the right path."

He nodded, grudgingly accepting that might work. He was even about to thank her for the idea when there was a dull pop and an Elf was suddenly in the room with them. A female elf which wasn't part of the Bones family staff, who sat on the edge of their bed idly kicking her heels.

"Mistresses Lily and Keira is calling for you to join them in the dining room!" She reported sternly before popping away again, not waiting for a reply.

Sirius glared slightly at the spot where the elf had been seated. He'd actually located that elf a few years ago, but the cheeky little thing had lied to his face, telling him she didn't know where the Potters were. Oh he knew Lily had ordered the elves to do it, that didn't mean he liked it though.

"Well, here's your chance it seems." Amelia noted with a touch of dry humour.

It was a couple of minutes later, and a short walk through the house, before they found themselves in the dining room where, sure enough, Lily and Keira were both waiting for them. Though the children were conspicuously absent considering the table was set.

"Sirius, Amy…Remus," Lily greeted as they entered the room. Remus joining them just as they approached the doorway. "The kids had breakfast already, Susan really wanted to show Harry around the grounds…"

Sirius nodded understandingly as he plunked himself down in a chair across from the women. Tara he noted was standing in the corner, apparently standing watch even now. Apparently his inquisitive looks were not going unnoticed however as Keira smiled at him knowingly. "You have questions don't you?"

While he was prepared to bet that was simply an educated guess on her part, he did check his occlumency barriers quickly to ensure nothing had slipped through.

"I wasn't reading your mind Sirius, if that's what you are worried about? I'd be a fool however if I failed to notice just how curious you seem." The woman noted dryly. Sirius paused considering that. Was 'woman' strictly speaking the correct term for a non-human female?

He cleared his throat, smiling ruefully. "Er yeah. I guess so…" he paused ordering his thoughts before nodding at the pointed look his wife gave him. Keira seemed to have an aptitude for derailing his train of thought. "A lot of questions actually, but one in particular which is pressing. For Lily actually…"

The woman in question gave him an expectant look and he pressed forward. "Lils…Lily, why do you not feel you can…trust us, enough to answer all of our questions?"

Lily for her part sighed explosively before leaning back in her chair. "That's a complicated question. Half the problem is that I have no idea where to even begin in telling you half the things I want to." She admitted raking a hand back through her hair. "The other issues are that firstly; not all the secrets I'm keeping are mine to tell. And secondly there is one particular factor I'm uncertain of that's keeping me from answering in detail about things…"

At their expectant expressions she chuckled briefly before nodding and leaning forward to rest her arms on the table. "Sirius…Amelia, Remus? What are your positions on Albus Dumbledore?"

That caused all across the table to blink in surprise, before understanding seemed to dawn for them. Sirius nodding first. Seeing as he seemed to be taking the lead in this little inquisition of theirs. "You don't trust him, do you?" He asked, smiling a touch roguishly at them. "Can't say I blame you, there are a lot of…questions, circling about that night in regards to the good headmaster."

That produced amused sounds from his wife and friend as they nodded agreement. "Such as?" Keira prodded quietly, preparing herself a cup of tea.

Sirius understood she was asking as much for Lily as for herself and thus answered without hesitation. Ticking the points off on his fingers. "Why he didn't catch Wormtail's treachery, for one. You know as well as me that Peter was hardly gifted when it came to Occlumency. Then there's the fact Dumbledore refuses to tell anyone just why he sent you and the Longbottoms into hiding…"

Here he paused grimacing, thinking of that family. The events at Godric's Hollow and then those surrounding his trial had put the Longbottoms on high alert. Thus when the Death Eaters had come calling a couple days later they'd been ready. That hadn't saved Frank though. Alice still mourned her husband's death. At least young Neville had one of his parents though.

"Then there's the fact he sent Hagrid of all people to pick through the ruins for you." Sirius said ploughing onward.

Amelia growled. "He also seemed very determined to believe Sirius was the one who had betrayed you. Even once Sirius had been proven innocent he tried rather boldly - in front of the whole Wizengamot I might add - to get Harry remanded to his custody were your son to be found."

"And he approached me in private, to try and get me to tip him off first if we ever caught a lead on Harry." Murmured Remus testily. "I turned him down."

Sirius snorted. "If that's what you call telling him to suck dead goat farts, then yeah. You 'turned him down'." He noted in amusement. Remus had been enraged beyond the capacity for rational thought at the old codger's audacity.

This produced a small round of shocked laughter from the others, before Lily once again sobered and proceeded to grimace. "That's…actually more than I expected you to have. More than I have actually, but what I have is more than enough for me to never want to see the wrinkled old bastard ever again."

"Oh, and what have you got?" Sirius asked, curious.

She shook her head, before smiling. "After breakfast Sirius. That's a rather long conversation to have on an empty stomach. Any other questions though?"

He shrugged. "Not really, I suspect the one I do have is connected with the last one, so it can wait. I was just wondering why you two seem hell bent on this level of training for Harry."

She smirked in amusement. "You're right, it is the same answer to both questions. We can talk about it once we're done."

With that they settled in to eat. Though Sirius had to admit, he had seldom been less interested in what was on his plate.

Sirius watched Lily lean back in her chair as the elves saw to clearing away the detritus from their meal. She chewed her lip absently for a moment before nodding, as the last elf disappeared. "Before I begin explaining things a bit. I'm just wondering something…what is the state of everyone's occlumency defences?" She asked.

The three on the other side of the table looked to each other, before shrugging. "I know all of us are pretty solid. Not sure I'd want any of us to pit them against someone really strong. Like Voldemort or Dumbledore for long…." Amelia ventured eventually.

Lily nodded. "I can't see any of you sitting around long enough to let anyone break down your defences, so that'll do fine." She speculated.

Finally after shooting a sidelong look at her companion, she clasped her hands before her on the table. Keira, Sirius noticed, seemed utterly at ease with the situation and he had to admit he couldn't tell if that was an affectation, or simply a lack of concern.

Not that Sirius was fool enough to believe, even for a moment, that she wasn't paying close attention to everything being said.

Finally Lily spoke, "When it all comes down to it, it has to do with why we and the Longbottom's were forced into hiding. At the time none of us knew the whole story as to why. Though I think James and I knew a bit more than Alice and Frank thanks to a…discussion I had with Severus."

"Snape?" Sirius barked derisively.

Lily merely gave him a patient look, while he settled back somewhat chagrined by his outburst. He still hated that greasy git.

"Yes…Snape. He overheard something, though he was not…permitted, as he put it, to tell us exactly what. A small piece of intel is all we were able to learn at the time." Lily agreed, darkly. "He, being a Death Eater at the time he came across the information, proceeded to dutifully report it to his…master. Only to find out to his 'shock and dismay'," she quoted somewhat skeptically, "that this particular intel placed myself and my family in the line of fire."

Seeing Sirius was apparently all set to blow his top at that revelation she raised a hand to stall him. "Let me finish before you start please?" At his grudging nod she pressed on. "As you know, at one time Severus and myself were close, for him the connection was romantic. For me, not so much…" She said with distaste. "Despite our falling out, he apparently continued to nurse some affection for me. Thus when he learned he'd put me in danger, he was faced with a choice. For once it seems he made the right one."

Seeing the curious looks across the table she pressed on. Keira and Tara merely offering silent company while she spoke. "He approached Dumbledore and defected to our side. He claimed it was in the hope it would secure my safety. Though when Dumbledore arranged a meeting between us he freely admitted that his primary interest was in my safety alone, and not so much that of my family. While there was no love lost between he and James, he was satisfied so long as my safety was secured."

Sirius grimaced, but nodded understanding. Lily, looked none-too-pleased herself, but elaborated some more. "Snape became our spy in the enemy camp as I understand it. So while I will say I do not condone or accept what he's likely done, nor do I forgive him for those…sins...I recognize things are somewhat—complicated, where they concern him."

There was a delicate sound of amusement from the woman beside her. Keira shooting her an amused look. "That however is neither here nor there to our tale I believe?"

Lily blushed slightly, realizing she'd gone off on a bit of a tangent. "True, it isn't. It just gave some context is all. Point is, after that night I needed to know precisely what he told Voldemort. How could I not? While I found myself unwilling to approach either Snape or Dumbledore about it, after the mess Albus made of things, we still had another lead."

She indicated Keira with a wave of her hand. "When Keira…killed Lucius Malfoy that night outside our home in Godric's Hollow, she stripped a great deal of knowledge from his mind. Specifically his knowledge of his purpose there that night."

The marauder considered that. Reflecting on what revelations basically went unsaid on that account. Keira was clearly very talented in the mind arts, to strip the mind of a noble house scion. Just how talented was the question though.

Keira snorted darkly, fiddling idly with her necklace between her fingertips. "He did not know much honestly. However, what he did know was more than sufficient to point me and those in my employ in the right direction."

Lily nodded, pressing on before any of the others could ask for details on that. "There was a prophecy it seems. Though Lucius did not know the full wording personally, it apparently spoke of someone with the power to defeat the Dark Lord. Someone born as the seventh month died."

Amelia was the first to put it together, not that Sirius or Remus were that far behind. "Harry or Neville…" his wife breathed, horror and shock on her face.

"I knew that night that You-Know-Who had come not for me or James; he was coming for Harry. Until then I didn't know why however." Lily explained nodding along to Keira's comment with a scowl. "Now you know I once worked for the Department of Mysteries. I therefore knew exactly where a full record of that Prophecy would be found." This received speculative nodding from those across the table.

"Now, as you might suspect, taking a prophecy, or indeed anything from the Department for analysis, was no easy task. However Keira managed to…arrange for the shelf on which the prophecy was stored to suffer a mild accident." Lily said delicately.

Keira barked a sharp laugh. "I suppose you could call it that. I arranged to present you with the prophecy…and the shelf it was affixed to is all."

"You broke into the Department of Mysteries?" Sirius yelped, shocked.

Keira nodded sagely, smiling crookedly. "Most fun I've had in years. Magic traps, tripwires, roving guard patrols. Unnatural horrors stalking the halls…It was quite invigorating."

"Why have I never heard of this?" Amelia said, sounding appalled.

This produced a chuckle from Lily, "The Unspeakables are the biggest pack of tightwads I've ever encountered when it comes to compartmentalization of information. They would sooner stick their heads in a dragon's mouth than bring an internal affair to the DMLE for investigation."

Amelia apparently had to concur with that analysis as she nodded grudgingly in agreement. Lily chuckled, more darkly this time, before returning to the topic at hand. "I'll spare you the long winded explanation, but the Prophecy went on to expound on what was already said. The child, whoever it was, would be marked as his equal. That they would have a power the Dark Lord knew not, and that 'neither could live while the other survived.' In other words it would be kill or be killed."

Before any of those across the table could react to that, Keira spoke once more. "There's just one problem with that…"

At the skeptical and horrified looks she received the woman rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Okay, fine, there are way more problems with that prophecy than just one. But there is one in particular of interest to us right now." She asserted. "It wasn't any action of Harry's that defeated Voldemort that night."

That produced a noticeable pause from everyone as they considered the ramifications of that statement. "Then…the prophecy was wrong?" Sirius ventured, earning a sorrowful sigh from Lily who was now shaking her head.

"No, you see…a prophecy, a true prophecy, is never actually 'wrong'. It can be misinterpreted all to the underworld and back, and can tie you up in paradoxes until your brain melts, but it's never out and out wrong." Lily explained.

Sirius had a sinking feeling in his gut but pressed on anyways. "So…." he ventured, clearly indicating she should elaborate a bit.

"Admittedly, we were a bit lost in that regard too, until Keira took a closer look at Harry's scar." Lily said stoically. Sirius thought about the thin lightning bolt mark on the boy's forehead. Barely visible now, after all these years.

"His scar?" Amelia prompted, leaning forward.

Lily grimaced slightly before explaining, "Keira has a number of rather…unique talents. Some of them provide her with unusual insights others would lack. She looked over the wound and was rather…" She looked helplessly to Keira, clearly seeking aid in explaining this.

"Perturbed, that would be a good word for it I suppose," Keira stated simply. "Yes, I was perturbed, because somehow Harry had a bit of someone else's soul lodged in his forehead."

The silence that thudded down after that was rather profound. "Er—what?" Remus eventually ventured, stirred from the thoughtful silence he had possessed until then.

Keira gave them all a darkly amused look before answering. "There was a piece of Voldemort's soul stuck to Harry's forehead. Foul, wretched little thing, to be honest. I was more than happy to remove it for them."

"A piece of his soul…" Sirius murmured considering the horrifying nature of such a thing. He was trying to put his finger on just why that particularly grotesque bit of magic sounded familiar.

"Not just anyone's soul. You-Know-Who's Soul." Remus noted, sounding sick to his stomach.

It was only then that Sirius noticed the sad, understanding little smile Lily was giving them. "The word, you're clearly trying so hard to remember Sirius, is Horcrux. Does that clarify anything at all?" She asked.

Unfortunately, it did and he blanched rather spectacularly as the memory clicked in his mind. He recalled a book, one he'd tried to nick from the family library as a child…And the hiding he'd taken when he'd been caught by his father.

He could still remember some of the horrors he'd read about in that book. Horcruxes were the chief amongst those.

He must have looked a ghastly sight as Amelia was giving him a confused and worried look. He cleared his throat thickly before explaining, his breakfast suddenly not sitting so well. "A Horcrux, is about the most vile and evil piece of magic I've heard of, and I've heard about a lot over the years." He admitted. "It's a fragment of someone's intentionally shattered soul, which is then stored in an external object to ensure that the…monster, who made them would survive even death."

Understandably, both Amelia and Remus flinched, as Lily nodded agreement. "A good summation." She allowed. "The good news, if there is any to be had here, is that we removed and destroyed the one which had adhered to Harry when we found it."

At the expectant expressions of the others, which clearly stated they were waiting for the other shoe to drop, she continued. "The bad news, is that from what little Keira was able to pry from the damaged soul fragment's mind before it…died, was that it was not the only one of its kind." She reported bitterly, "You-Know— Voldemort…he isn't really dead Sirius, not so long as those other Horcruxes survive. So you see…the prophecy wasn't wrong. He hasn't been defeated yet."

"And Harry…" Sirius ventured, fear for his godson colouring his voice.

She nodded, "Is the one who now fulfills all the criteria detailed in the prophecy."

Amy, he noted had brought her head to rest in her hands, as she shook it absently. However, before she could voice whatever was clearly on her mind she was interrupted by a polite knock at the dining room door.

She shot the others a tired rueful look before sitting up and sighing. "Yes, come in?"

The door gently creaked open and the black streaked, red-haired head of Susan poked out to peer at her tentatively. "Auntie? I'm sorry to bother you, but you told me to let you know when my letter came…" She ventured, bouncing excitedly on her feet.*

Amelia smiled at her clearly ecstatic niece, trying to ignore the way Keira's bodyguard eased, after having assumed a position by the door following the knock. It was hard not to smile, even given the dark conversation she'd just been a part of. Such was Susan's excitement.

"Oh? Excellent! Why don't you come show us then?" She suggested, and Susan lit up, bouncing excitedly into the room. Followed closely by Harry who, she noticed, also had an envelope in his hands, as he moved to stand by his mother—mothers, she supposed.

Despite Harry's attempts to maintain his default stoic demeanour Amelia was pleased that she could still feel a sense of excitement from him too.

Apparently she wasn't the only one to notice the paper the boy held. "It seems Susan is not the only one to receive their letter." Sirius said, beaming at the lad, who smiled back at him.

Amelia and Lily both made a show of reading the children's letters. Amelia eventually looking up to smile fondly at her niece. "Well, it looks like we shall all need to make a trip to Diagon Alley soon."

There was an amused chuckle from across the table and she noticed Keira was smiling as she peered at the letter which had been handed over to her. "May I just say, I love Witches and Wizards? You literally have a shopping list which includes wands, equipment for making potions, spell books, and it suggests you buy an owl, cat or toad."

At their curious looks Lily explained for her companion. "If you wanted a list of things the Average muggle would guess were quintessentially magical must-haves, those would almost all be on it."

That clarified things somewhat. Lily always had been good at explaining muggle references they were overlooking.

"When do you want to go then?" The redhead in question asked Amelia. "I know that traditionally most families go in the weeks before school starts, but…"

Amelia considered that, in regards to their current somewhat altered situation. "It…might be nice to do our shopping before news of your return to Britain propagates too widely." She ventured. "As it is, you and your son are almost certain to attract attention from various interested parties."

"The sooner the better then, I think." Harry stated firmly, drawing mildly surprised looks from those around the table. Thus far Harry had preferred to adopt a policy of relative silence while he allowed his mothers to handle matters in his stead.

Amelia handled it the most gracefully, merely arching a curious brow at him until he explained. "I have no interest in being famous," He elaborated with an apathetic shrug. "But it is apparently going to be inescapable as I find myself living in Great Britain. I'd prefer to avoid the fervour you and my mum seem to agree will occur should we do this at a later date."

That made good sense to her and she nodded understanding, Sirius looked to Lily for confirmation. "Your thoughts Lils?"

Lily shot a curious glance at Keira who merely shrugged. "Today might actually be good, if we have the time. I know Keira and I have some matters that need to be attended to at Gringotts in short order. So we might as well do it all in one go if at all possible."

Amelia considered her watch before nodding in agreement, "Now should be fine, although, I'd feel we need to complete that earlier discussion in more detail later on.. Considering I am head of the DMLE...it's slightly concerning."

Lily nodded agreement, "Of course."

"Well alright then," Tara said, startling those present somewhat given her bizarre gift for fading into the background when needed. "Why don't I get the kids ready to go and we'll meet back at the Floos in a couple minutes?"

This met with general agreement and all present moved to get ready.

"My, my, have I told you recently dear Lily, that I quite enjoy our little outings into your world?" Keira noted in amusement as they climbed the steps to the bank with the others. Although it had to be said that Sirius was helping Lily with this, as the steps up to the bank lacked a ramp for her chair. Just a small levitation charm really.

"Hidden portals, magic that can convince people they've never seen something at all, spatial compression, wards…and a species that look remarkably like Lanniks." Keira noted looking over the Goblin guard at the door.

"Lanniks?" Sirius asked curiously.

Before Keira answered she made a point to read the script on the door.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

She shook herself slightly before looking to Sirius and answering his question, "Ah, my apologies, a species common where I'm from that is remarkably similar in stature and appearance. Known for their somewhat brusque manner."

This was met with momentary silence before Amelia, the consummate detective spoke up, "And just where are you from Keira?"

Keira merely smiled brightly at the other woman, "A story for another time perhaps?"

Lily had to work hard to contain an amused snort at that. Yes, she suspected that Sirius and the others were not quite ready for that revelation.

The door to Gringotts slowly and smoothly swung open, a Gringotts guard observing them stoically as she wheeled her way inside. It—really was exactly as she remembered it, shining marble edifices and shining brass finishings sparkling in the light cast by the massive crystal chandeliers. Stoic guards standing in carefully tailored uniforms, and swarms of surly goblins.

Nodding to each other they split into three groups. Amelia and Sirius guiding Susan over to a teller across the hall, with Tara and Remus standing back near the entrance with Harry while she and Keira approached a teller nearby.

It took a minute, the teller industriously ignoring them as he worked on some parchment work, before slowly looking up at them as they came to a stop in front of his counter. "Yes, how might Gringotts help you in your endeavours today?" He asked, his tone distracted and unconcerned.

Keira indicated for her to go ahead with a small inclining of her chin in the Goblin's direction and a flick of a finger. Lily cleared her throat slightly first, "Greetings Teller, may we please have a privacy screen erected?" She requested.

The Teller glanced up at her once more, this time appearing slightly more interested, possibly a consequence of her courteous tone, and he nodded before thumbing a rune on his desk. An unnatural hush falling over them as the screen went up, the sounds of the bank beyond them muted and dull.

She smiled slightly at him, "Thank you, my name is Lily Marie Potter, previously Evans in case that matters, I would like to see about getting a bank statement. I'm afraid I've been rather disconnected from the post network until recently."

The Goblin's brows hiked somewhat, though his expression was otherwise largely unchanged. Slowly he nodded, "We will be required to run an identity check before we proceed, you are…not the first to claim to be Lily Potter in the years since her disappearance."

Lily quashed the feeling of irritation which rose at that statement, she supposed it was unsurprising there were such dishonest people out there. "Very well, where shall we begin?"

He considered her silently for a moment before nodding, "First we shall carry out the blood test here at the counter, then if that succeeds, we shall take you to see Branch Director Ragnok to discuss the account's inactivity."

She dipped her chin slightly in a nod of acceptance and he pushed the device in question across the counter towards her. Knowing how such things worked she made a show of pushing up her sleeves and presenting her hands for inspection, to indicate there were no obvious means present by which to defraud them, before pricking a finger on the device. A moment later, the large rune ignited a deep green and spectral letters spelled out 'Lily Marie Potter nee Evans' in the air about an inch above the surface.

The Goblin looked somewhat taken aback before schooling himself moments later. "Very well, if you and your companion would follow me I will show you to the Director."

As ever, when closing a till, the Goblin slammed the grate shut rather harder than necessary, before making his way around the counter and calling a guard over to escort them.

Lily and Keira followed him along through the bank before riding an elevator up a floor and proceeding through a maze of halls towards the Director's office. It was only as they came to an antechamber outside the office that things became a bit…complicated.

There were guards watching them of course, but that was not of immediate concern. The Teller turned to look at them, before raising a hand. "Please stand still, we must perform a final check before we may see the Director."

He paced to the wall without awaiting a response, and Lily tensed, realizing what was about to happen as a golden mist began to descend from above, cursing under her breath.

Glancing sideways at Keira she saw the other woman sigh as the glamours began to waver around her.

The Guards cursed in their own language and reached for their weapons, snarling irately. They were too slow however, Keira's hand was already rising and with a sharp jerking motion the weapons jerked from their hands and clattered away across the floor.

Before the goblins had time to respond her other hand snapped up all those present save Keira and herself, began to rise from the floor, clawing desperately at their necks. Lily was momentarily alarmed before she recognized the technique. Keira was not, despite appearances choking them, she was however hoisting them rather bodily into the air by their necks and restricting their vocal cords so that they would not alert others with their voices.

As the guards and teller hung there Keira used her free hand to jerk up the hood of her robe over her head. "I think you forgot something Lily," She murmured, sounding amused.

Lily nodded sheepishly. "Yes, I'm sorry, I completely forgot they use a substance called Thief's downfall to neutralize disguises."

Keira quirked an amused smile at her, "Well this is certainly a bother…" She began before being cut off as the doors on either side of the chamber flew open and more guards rushed in. Keira made a rough throwing motion and those currently held aloft slammed bodily into the wall before two waves of swirling telekinetic energy boiled off her hands towards the guards closing in on them from behind.

Lily didn't get a chance to see what happened to those she cast it towards, being distracted by those rushing in from the other side, brandishing weapons, only to freeze in place as Keira gasped them from afar, a loud cacophony of startled yells and clattering metal sounding behind them.

A disquieting, excited glint had entered Keira's eyes as she smiled at the now frozen warriors before her. "That will be quite enough I should think!"

"Yes, I quite agree." Was the growled response from the doorway leading into the Director's chambers. There, standing hunched in the doorway, was a wizened old goblin, with breastplate across his chest, leaning on a cane with a sword at his hip as he glared up at them.

"Guards, stand down." He snapped, before sighing as he glanced in their direction, noting their rather disorganized state as they struggled to rise to their feet or were held in place by Keira's power. "More than you already are I mean…" He muttered scathingly eying the erstwhile bodyguards with disdain.

Finally he turned his eyes back to Keira, seeming to ignore Lily entirely, not that she blamed him given the circumstances. "Well now, this is most…interesting." A tone of grim amusement in his gravelly voice. "I must say, I have not known someone to deal with our guards so…casually before." He noted, a small challenging smile on his lips, as he jerked his head towards the struggling guardsmen…Guard goblins?

"I hear a commotion beyond my office doors and what do I find when I investigate, but a woman many believe dead," He said finally acknowledging Lily's own presence, "And another who is of a species I cannot say that I am familiar with."

Any response to that was delayed as additional clattering sounded and guards, both human and goblin stormed into the hall from the main entrance. Ragnok straightened as they approached, "Guzark! Checkt!" He snapped in his own language and the guards rolled to a halt looking uncertain.

He chuckled dryly, shaking his head, "Admirable response time curse-breaker Weasley, especially considering I know you were assigned all the way down in the tunnels today." He acknowledged, a tone of grudging respect in his voice. Lily had to agree, in many places those tunnels stretched for kilometres beneath the surface.

It did not escape her notice however the way Keira was careful to keep her back to the reinforcements, thus concealing her appearance with her cowl.

"Director, are you alright sir?" Weasley asked cautiously. Eyeing the women who had clearly caused so much chaos.

A small chuckle escaped the director's lips, "I am unharmed curse breaker, no thanks to these louts…" He said indicating the very sheepish guards in various states of disarray about him. Here he paused to look to Keira. "Will I be staying that way? Or will you insist on making more of a mess than you already have?" He asked her, acerbically.

Keira considered him a moment before shrugging, "Should you not attempt to harm us, no harm will come to you. My appearance before was more a defence against others who would not understand, than it was an attempt to deceive you and yours."

Lily glanced at curse-breaker Weasley as the Goblin digested this. The wizard had his wand in a ready but mostly non-threatening position, a handsome enough young man, with long wild hair tied back in a ponytail. He was being cautious, but she wouldn't hold that against him considering.

When she looked back Ragnok was examining Keira's face closely, before giving an abrupt nod. "Very well, your word of honour then? That you intend no further harm to me and mine and we will call this a…misunderstanding?" He suggested, his tone slightly mocking.

Though she couldn't see it clearly from her position, Lily could practically feel the amusement pouring off Keira, "I could request the same of you."

Ragnok nodded grudgingly, conceding the point. "Very well, you have it. I Ragnok the Sixth, swear on my honour that no harm shall come to you, so long as you affirm that you not intend harm to me and mine yourself."

Keira nodded, releasing the still frozen guards who fell to the floor with a clatter, before offering a slight bow at the waist. "I, Keira Kallig, do so swear. Upon my honour." This produced an interested look before he nodded.

"Very good. Breaker Weasley? Gather all those currently present and wait here, see to any injuries." Ragnok instructed casting the groaning guards a derisive look. "None shall speak on this event without my permission, are we understood?"

Weasley nodded at the note of steel in the Director's voice. "Understood Director," He agreed.

Ragnok nodded and turned on his heel, "Very well, then if you two would come with me? We can see to what business it is that has brought you here today."

They moved silently to follow him, ignoring the sorry state of those left behind.

It was close to an hour later that Keira and his mum returned from their excursion deeper into the bank. Harry had to admit, he had been worried for a while there after he'd sense a brief moment of alarm from them not long after they'd vanished. It hadn't been long after that Keira's mind had brushed his own and assured him all was well. Whatever had happened, it was all well in hand. He actually sensed amusement from her.

When he found them again, working their way across the floor towards the group of those waiting, he noted the group of uneasy and somewhat sheepish looking guards behind them and gave Keira small amused smile.

She caught this look and smirked in turn, "A small misunderstanding Harry, nothing to fret about." She assured him, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. This statement earned her a small snort of amusement from his mum, but Lily just shook her head when he gave them a questioning look.

"Everything good?" Sirius asked ambling over, stretching slightly after having been seated while they waited on their return.

"Yes, we have the funds we need and Keira's business with the bank has been attended to." Lily informed him and the others who were just now joining them.

Sirius smiled, oblivious to any byplay there had been before he arrived. "Right good. Where do you want to go first?" He asked, excitement starting to flash in his eyes, and bouncing ever so slightly on his heels.

Harry had to say he liked his godfather, there was something positive and infectious about how lively the man was. He'd also be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by the man's ability to turn into a dog.

"Wands!" Susan blushed as all eyes turned to regard her following the outburst. "I mean…could we please go see about getting our wands?" Susan requested meekly.

He had to admit he liked Susan too. She was fun, and kind. She was very focused from what little he'd seen thus far, but also very capable of being lighthearted and very open.

Sure enough, after the others had shared their amusement at Susan's excitement their eyes turned to him. "Sounds okay to me," Sirius allowed, "But what about you Pup, this is your day too, what's your vote?"

Harry smiled slightly, "Wands sound excellent actually."

Susan let out a small whoop of excitement, earning a chuckle from the adults as they all began moving towards the exit and wandered out into the alley.

Diagon Alley. An interesting place, he could tell that someone had come up with a witty name for the place and they'd really decided to run with it. The buildings were definitely not uniform in appearance and all of them leaned somewhat comically inwards over the street.

The place was wondrous, all flashing and sparkling light, with displays showing off wares like broomsticks, cauldrons and birds.

By comparison with many of them the wand shop, Ollivander's, was almost disappointing. Narrow, shabby looking, with peeling paint and a single wand sitting on a purple cushion in the dirty window

"Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC." The sign read.

Still, this was apparently the place as they pushed their way inside. The shop, was an odd place. On first impression it felt a bit like a library, one of those in which quiet was strictly encouraged. A vague sense of disquiet filled the shop, as did a pervasive feeling of 'magic' in the air.

The bell over the door tinkled a second time as the door swung shut behind them. There was a small racket from the back of the shop and a man poked his head out from behind the rows of dusty shelves. "Ah! Customers, of course…one moment please, I'll be right with you." He assured them, shelving a couple of boxes on his way up from the back, coming to a stop behind the counter.

Garrick Ollivander, was a strange man, strange in appearance and strange in the aura he seemed to project around himself. An elderly man of indeterminate age, with wide pale eyes, wild hair and a sense that there was far more than met the eye about him.

Ollivander looked them all over briefly before his eyes stopped on Lily, "Ah, Miss Potter. It has been some time…though feels like only yesterday you were in here buying your own wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow, with a dragon heartstring core. Excellent for charm work but with a hidden talent for combat. Do you still have it?"

Exactly how Ollivander recognized his mother with barely a glance, he didn't know but she simply smiled slightly and pushed her chair closer to the counter. "Master Ollivander, good to see you again, I had it returned to me recently yes." She agreed, and Harry recalled her happiness when Sirius had returned it to her the day previous.

The old man smiled benignly, "Excellent," He then turned his attention to Harry standing beside her. "And you must be young Harry, I must say, while I had hoped to see you in here soon, I was not expecting today…You look very much like your father." The wand crafter noted soberly. "His wand was mahogany, elven inches. Pliable, with a griffon feather core…a powerful wand, excellent for transfiguration." He murmured looking thoughtful.

Keira gave the elderly wizard an assessing look, before speaking "Do you recall every wand you've ever sold Master Ollivander?" He glanced up surprised and stared at Keira, before nodding.

"Ah—Yes, yes in fact I do. A useful talent to have for one in my profession. I apologize, but I must admit I am not familiar with you Miss…" He trailed off inviting her to speak.

"Kallig, and no you would not be. I have yet to purchase a wand from you." She replied easily.

Ollivander accepted that and looked to the others in turn. "One more I don't recognize," He noted looking to Tara, before nodding at the others. "But three I do."

"Madam Amelia Black, formerly Bones." He started. "African Blackwood wand, 10 and a quarter inches, firm, with a unicorn tail core." He recited before looking to her husband. "Sirius Black. Blackthorn, 9 and three quarter inches, flexible with a dragon heart string core."

His eyes came to Lupin in the back, "Remus Lupin, 10 and one quarter inches, cypress, with a unicorn tail core." He finished, before looking to Susan.

"And you must be Madam Bones' niece yes? I imagine you and young Master Potter are here for your first wands today yes?

Susan nodded excitedly, though it was Keira who replied. "Actually, it's them and myself as well." She inserted.

Ollivander glanced to her after shooting Susan a small smile, "Oh? Very good, this shall be an interesting experience I think." He murmured straightening.

"Now, who would like to go first? Perhaps you madam?" He suggested looking once again to Susan.

She nodded eagerly and bounced forward up to the counter. Ollivander considered her for a moment, looking her over. I think I have a good idea for your first wand young lady, a moment if you please?"

He wandered back into the stacks before returning with a box he plucked off the shelf further back and bringing it over and presenting it. "Elder, 10 and one quarter inches, strong, with a Dragon Heartstring core. Right handed." He recited placing it gently in her hand. "Some claim elder wands are ill fortuned, however I can tell you with assurance this is not the case. They merely require a stronger than average will to master, and I suspect you have that in spades young lady."

She gazed almost reverently at the wand in her hands. "Give it a try perhaps?" He suggested and she nodded before giving it a small wave towards the ceiling. Sure enough, a bright fountain of light erupted from the wand.

Harry blinked the spots of light from his vision before smiling at the warm feeling now suffusing the room. "Yes, a perfect match I should think. Very good…" Ollivander agreed happily. "That wand will serve you well I should think miss Bones."

And finally he turned to Harry as Susan excitedly hugged her aunt. "Hmmm, I can usually guess a person's wand arm right off Mister Potter, but not with you…might I ask which hand you think you'd prefer to cast with?"

Harry considered that, and decided it would be best to use the hand he didn't favour for his lightsaber.

"Left," he declared eventually.

Ollivander nodded simply in response, "Hmmmm, very interesting."

Over the next minute or so he made a show of measuring Harry up with a magical measuring tape, only stopping short when he got an annoyed look from Keira when he was about to start measuring between his nostrils.

"Er—yes, quite, sorry. You see some wizards prefer the spectacle I make of things…" He admitted sheepishly, before pausing to consider. His eyes flicking briefly to Harry's faded scar as he examined his face. "I wonder…"

He padded back into the stacks and returned a minute later, gazing speculatively at the wand in the box he presented to him. "Holly, said to be a ward against evil spirits…or a symbol of truth. Eleven inches…phoenix feather core. Nice and supple…" He recited, "A quest lies before you, I should think. At least that is what wand lore suggests…then again it also suggests you might have a bit of a temper you need to watch."

Harry smiled ruefully, thinking back on some of his misadventures while learning to wield his telekinetic abilities.

He took the wand carefully in his left hand, shifting it back and forth until he felt comfortable holding it. Finally, at Olllivander's encouragement he gave it a small wave and a warm feeling swept through the room.

"Curious…very curious…" Ollivander murmured, before stilling at the curious looks headed his way. "As I told the lady before Mister Potter. I remember every wand I've ever sold. Every one. The Phoenix who provided the feather for that wand provided one other tail feather. Just one other." He admitted, "And you see, the brother to the wand now in your hand…gave you that scar."

Harry would have had to be dead to miss the now palpable tension in the room. "If I might ask, what does that mean…sir?" He eventually ventured.

The wand maker considered that. "It could mean many things Mister Potter. You could be a kindred spirit, or more likely, a mortal enemy." He allowed. "I think we can expect great things from you Mister Potter. Great things indeed, you see. The one who bears the brother to your wand…did great things too, terrible of course, but great. Yes…"

There was silence for a time as those present absorbed that, "Are there any effects we should worry about considering those two wands are…related." His mum eventually asked.

Ollivander pondered that before nodding, "While it is unlikely given what happened, that you should ever find yourself on the wrong end of that wand ever again…" Harry had to stifle a retort, considering he already knew how wrong that likely was. The wand maker continued unaware of his thoughts, "You should be aware that neither your wand nor the other will function as intended in combat."

"Oh?" Was the curious question from Lily.

He nodded agreeably. "Indeed, brother wands will lock when forced to combat each other and it will come down to a battle of wills over whose magic will overpower the other's."

At their worried expressions he sighed. "I can attempt to find another wand if you should desire it. However I must say the connection this wand has made with you Mister Potter is singularly powerful."

Harry simply shook his head. "No, this wand is perfect. I think it'll do nicely." He assured the craftsman.

Ollivander smiled slightly in thanks. "Very good Mister Potter."

He then turned his attention to Keira who was waiting patiently, "Now, you my Lady? If you will step forward?" Harry shifted back out of the way as Keira stepped forward. "Now, as you are an adult, and you've fully grown into your magic, the procedure here will be somewhat different I think…" Ollivander speculated.

"Can you tell me anything about your magic? You seem to be lacking a wand at the moment…" He noted, causing Harry to wonder just how he knew that.

Keira's lips twitched in a small smirk, "My skills in magic are entirely wandless. And tend toward those abilities which augment and conceal or are used for combat."

The wand smith nodded thoughtfully, "And the hand you wish to cast with?" He asked.

"Left," Was the firm reply.

He nodded and measured her left forearm before stepping back and sucking idly at his teeth, "I think perhaps a custom build would be preferable in this case." He decided reaching down and pulling a case filled with dowels of wood out from under the counter.

"Now, I'd like you to run a hand over each of these, and tell me which seems to 'feel' most correct with you magic."

Keira did so, carefully going over each and every one of them. She hummed quietly to herself in thought before going back to one in the middle. "This one, though it is not a perfect fit."

Ollivander nodded, undeterred by that. "It will likely need a secondary wood or fibre mixed in…yes. This shall be a challenge I suspect."

He took away the remaining dowels and brought out another case, this one with sprigs of plant matter in it. "The same again please, be careful though, some of these plants are toxic until refined into a wand."

She nodded and held her hand in the air above them, it was about a minute later that a sprig floated free of the rest into the air near her hand.

He carefully collected the rest and put them away. "Fascinating, yes…very good." Ollivander murmured to himself. "Now, a metal handle I think, you mentioned combat after all."

He pulled out a few ingots, placing them on the counter before holding a knife out to her handle first. "Just a prick please, and place a bit of blood on each of them." He encouraged.

She did so, leaving a bit of blood on each before standing back, allowing the wand maker to cast spells at each, which he then observed closely for effects. "Hmmm…Electrum…interesting." He said before looking to her. "Excellent, one final step I should think and I can see about putting something together for you."

He cleaned the ingots and put all of them save the electrum away before pulling out a final case. Placing some odd materials on the counter before her. Hair, feathers, a bundle of muscle fibre Harry suspected belonged to a Dragon at one point…

Keira ran a hand over them before pointing to two in turn. "Hmmm, yes, most fascinating…Phoenix Feather and Thestral Hair…"

Keira stared at the man, "Do all these choices mean something to you Master Ollivander?"

He nodded easily in reply, "Perhaps, though I strongly suspect they'll mean more to yourself once I explain." He returned.

Then indicating the samples on the counter he began to recite, "The holly and sprig of mistletoe suggest protection from evil spirits," He said plainly, before smiling slightly at her, "Or a tendency to slay minor deities…"

He then indicated the ingot, "The electrum will be excellent for changeling your magic through. Tends to be a bit of a luxury material honestly, I've rarely encountered someone who actually required something so powerful before. As for the cores…?"

He smiled at the objects in question, "Phoenix Feather suggests fire, the crucible of battle, but also rebirth. The Thestral Hair, someone who has mastered or at least has come to understand death on an intimate level."

Ollivander then looked expectantly to her, to see how he'd done. Keira smirked in amusement. "I have some experience with ghosts it is true…and he only fancied himself a god if that helps." Harry shuddered slightly recalling the one she referred to from her stories.

"I can see the utility of something which reacts well to magic…" Keira allowed, "As for the others? I have fought in many battles mister Ollivander. I understand death as few properly can."

Ollivander nodded amiably, but Harry suspected that only he and a few others knew just how true everything Keira had said was. "I can have a wand ready for you in a couple of hours. Or I can have it delivered to you by owl. The choice is yours of course."

Keira shrugged, "We will be in the Alley for a while longer I suspect, so I will wait. Do you require your payment now for the young one's wands? Or will it suffice to wait for mine to be completed as well?"

With that the discussion turned to generalities and more uninteresting matters.

Lily had to confess that she felt somewhat disquieted as they wandered the alley a short while later. Ollivander was always a little…unsettling. Like he was seeing and understanding more than he was supposed to.

Naturally she was also concerned about the potential meaning behind Harry's wand.

They had in the time since then been through shops to buy cauldrons, school uniforms and telescopes for the kids already. The next stop had been the pet store. She had particularly enjoyed that part as she was firmly expecting Harry to be able to send letters while at Hogwarts and owls were the best method. In addition to being smart and loyal pets of course.

Susan had claimed a lovely tawny owl for herself, and Lily supposed she shouldn't have been surprised when Harry was inexplicably drawn to the most beautiful and expensive owl in the store. A gorgeous snowy owl.

What had followed was particularly…special. Keira had asked Harry what he wished to call the beautiful bird. Harry had pondered that seriously for a time before looking to her solemnly and requesting permission from Keira to call her Beniko.**

Beniko. She and Harry were perhaps the only people in the universe save Keira who understood the true significance of that name, and for the first time in years Lily had seen a small amount of moisture gather in Keira's eyes before the woman had nodded and growled an affirmative.

It was…a bit unsettling to see a softer side of Keira she rarely glimpsed. Even if it was only briefly.

The owl had seemed pleased with the name too.

Lily was musing on this as they headed for the bookstore, the door opened as they entered, only for a girl leaving the till with a pile of books in her arms to nearly run into Keira. A small girl, who Lily would guess was likely around Harry's age, with somewhat bushy curly brown hair.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry—" The girl babbled, "I should have been watching where I was going, I—" And then she stopped, taking in Keira's face causing her mouth to pop open. If Lily did not know she had reinstated the glamours after their meeting with the director, she'd have suspected the girl had caught a glimpse of Keira's real appearance considered the way she gaped.

"I—you're Keira Kallig!" The girl yelped, eliciting several expressions of surprise all around.

Keira smiled bemusedly at the girl, "I am, may I ask how you know me?"

The girl blushed, likely realizing just how rude her outburst might have seemed, "I'm a muggleborn miss! I—you're in the news a lot. You own Makashi Corporation and a number of other companies. I've even read all your books!"

That remark caused Lily a measure of amusement, there was something funny about the fact that Keira took the time to write books, some were factual, other 'fictional'. Regardless that declaration caused Keira's eyebrows to rise in surprise. "That is hardly light reading Miss…"

The girl gave a start, "Oh—Hermione, Hermione Granger," She winced. "I uh…I'm very sorry for running into you like that ma'am."

Keira smiled gently at the girl, setting her at ease. "It's quite alright, I don't mind. You said you've read my books? Which ones?"

Hermione smiled in return, showing slightly large teeth, something Lily was certain she'd grow into with time. "All of them! Though I confess I rather enjoyed the Inquisitor series more than the business and financial ones…" Hermione confided conspiratorially.

Keira chuckled at that, "That is quite alright, the Inquisitor series is rather less dry to read than the other ones I know."

Hermione hurriedly stuffed some of the books in her rather large bag before withdrawing another, causing Lily to stifle a snicker. It was the first book in the Inquisitor series. "I—ma'am could I ask for an autograph?"

Keira blinked before nodding, taking the book while drawing a pen out of her pocket and writing something on the inside cover and handing it back. "Is that your favourite one?" She asked the young girl.

Hermione bobbed her head breathlessly. "I love them all, but this one is my favourite I think. I just—I find myself really empathizing with the way Kailee is sort of cast adrift in a new world. It's some of the best Sci-Fi I've ever read, though it's a bit dark—I was really surprised when Darth Zash turned on her own apprentice like that! She seemed so nice, unlike the others!"

Keira smiled gently, and the girl smiled back before her expression turned to one of surprise. "But…what are you doing here now? This is…are you a witch too?" Hermione asked.

This produced a chuckled and small nod from the woman, "After a fashion, where I came from they didn't call us witches though." Keira confided, "Are you going to be going to Hogwarts this fall?"

Lily was worried Hermione's head might rock right off her shoulders at the rate she was nodding in response to that. "Yes, I—I'm really looking forward to it! I—I can't believe you're a witch too! You're my hero!"

That last bit seemed to bring Keira up short. "Really?"

Hermione bobbed her head happily. "You are perhaps the most successful business woman ever, and you write fantastic books. Some of the things your company invents are amazing and it does a lot of humanitarian work on the side!"

There was a small clatter further back in the store and a pair of adults wandered out of the stacks of books. "Oh good, there you are Hermione," Said the woman who must have been the girl's mother. She paused noting the books sticking haphazardly out of the bag and sighed fondly. "You bought some more books didn't you?"

The man with her chuckled in amusement, "We should have expected it I suppose, this is a book store after all."

It was then the parent's noted the way Hermione was beaming at Keira. "Oh, I'm sorry, she's not bothering you is she?"

Keira was quick to dash that notion, "Not at all, we have been having a nice conversation actually. You daughter seems a nice and well read young woman…"

This naturally elicited proud smiles from Hermione's parents at the compliment. "She loves to read, has a bunch of shelves full of books in her room." The father noted, causing his daughter to blush.

"Mum, dad, this is Keira Kallig. You know, the owner of Makashi corporation and the writer of the Inquisitor series?" Hermione said, quite obviously surprising the adults. "Turns out she's a witch too!"

* There is actually no evidence that the letters come on a person's birthday. I believe that misunderstanding results from the fact that it was on Harry's birthday that Hagrid caught up to them on that little island and hand delivered the letter after the other's failed be successfully delivered.

**I know some of you are likely displeased I didn't name her Hedwig. But considering the crossover and the fact she'll basically be the same bird as ever I decided this was the better choice. Not to mention the context of the name Hedwig doesn't apply so well to Harry as he is in this story.

Author's End Note: As ever I hope you guys enjoyed that! Please rate, review, comment or just message me for a chat. Constructive criticism is always welcome but flames are not and will be ignored out of hand.