Black Beacon

Summary: As a fugitive, it was impossible for him to take care of his Goddaughter properly. That, however, didn't mean he couldn't insure her survival. FemHarry.

Beta: This chapter wasn't beta'ed/corrected. I will be replacing this later after I get the revised version so I hope my ridiculous mistakes won't bother you too much

Just a warning: FemHarry, Age Difference, AU, Alive!Sirius, Werewolf!Stiles, Human!Scott, Blood, Violence, Language

Just so you know (Name): FemHarry's name here is Angharad Carina Potter. Angharad Means "more love" in Welsh – In the Mabinogion, a collection of tales from Welsh myth, Angharad Golden-hand is the lover of Peredur. Carina is a late Latin name derived from 'cara' meaning "dear, beloved" – This was also the name of a 4th-century saint and martyr as well as the name of a constellation in the southern sky, though in this case it means "keel" in Latin, referring to a part of Jason's ship the Argo.

I don't own Teen Wolf or Harry Potter!

Prologue. Seriously Black

Stiles Stilinski hummed as he used his binoculars to spy on his new neighbors. Well not really, they lived a little too far to be called neighbors but whatever.

He had been curious about them from the moment old and supposedly hunted Black mansion back in June. The place had been for sale for nine years now so no one could blame him for being curious.

His new neighbors had already settled down several weeks ago but he had yet to see them. If any of them had left the house, he hadn't see it. Which was a little improbable. There was no school and Scott, his partner in crime and brother in all but blood, was away with his mom so Stiles had nothing to do aside from spying on his neighbors.

"Stiles! What are you doing?!"

The teen yelped before falling from his chair, hitting his head against the floor when he tried to protect his binoculars from the impact.

"Ow ow ow," He rubbed his head.

His father crossed his arms, completely unsympathetic of his pain.

"I told you to stop spying on them!" Noah gave him a annoyed look.

Stiles could understand why his father was so angry. The Sheriff's son couldn't do things like that. But since when his father's position stopped him from doing what he wanted?

Noah sighed, "Come on, we were invited to tea."

Stiles' head snapped in his direction, "By who?"

"The Dursleys." Stiles continued staring making his father sigh, "The ones you had been spying on."

"It can't be spying if I didn't see anyone."

His father rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath and leaving the room. Stiles quickly grabbed his sneakers before following behind his father.

They walked to the forest, following the path to the isolated house. Stiles looked around a little. The house was centuries old and a little to the gothic side but it almost looked normal. Too normal for his liking.

His father shot him a look, silently telling him to stay quiet, before ranging the bell and they waited a little until the door opened. Stiles had to stop himself from making a comment about Mrs. Durley.

She was a thin, blonde-haired woman with pale blue eyes. She had a long neck and the way she smiled actually made her look like a horse. She looked like your typical eighties housewife and something told Stiles that she wasn't a nice woman. Far from it actually.

"Good Evening, Mrs. Dursley." His father smiled, trying to be polite. "Thank you for inviting us."

She laughed. Stile's eyebrow twitched. He had never heard a hyena before, but he was sure it sounded like her.

"Please enter, Sheriff Stilisnki. We're happy to have you and your son with us!" She stepped aside. "Please, come in. Come in."

What is this? Stiles thought when they walked into the living room to find Mr. Dursley and Dursley Junior. A zoo?

Mr. Dursley was a big, beefy man with a large purple face. He had thick, dark hair, a bushy black moustache, with hardly any neck and small, blue, mean eyes. If his wife was a bizarre mix of horse and giraffe then Mr. Durlsey was a whale. Junior looked like a miniature of his father but with blonde hair like his mother and he wasn't fat enough to be called a whale. A pig would be a better description for the boy.

After his father introduced him, Stiles decided that it was better to ignore the trio if he didn't want to make a rude comment about them and ended up getting his father angry. With a sigh, he scanned the room, wrinkling his nose at the horrible decoration, when he noticed something from the corner of his eyes.

He blinked before looking again.

Hidden behind one of the pillars of the house was a girl his age. She was really pretty. Even using those hideous pair of round glasses and oversized grey clothes that looked like they belonged to the Dursley boy, there was no doubt that she was pretty.

Actually, with her aristocratic features, bright jade green eyes, full red lips and long raven black hair which made a starling contrast against her pale akin, he could admit that she was prettier than Lydia. Not that he would ever say this out loud.

He frowned a little. Stiles couldn't be sure but, for some reason, it seemed like he was the only one that could see her, as if she was invisible to everyone else.

Stiles heard Mrs. Dursley saying something about tea. He watched his father following behind the three Dursley and waited until they left the room. The moment he could no longer hear them, Stiles glanced at the girl half hidden behind the pillar. She seemed a little surprised when he approached her but she didn't move or speak.

"I'm Stiles." He offered one of his hands.

The girl looked into his eyes before pushing her oversized glasses up and shaking his hand. He raised a brow. She had a firm hold of his hand. Uh. She wasn't as weak as she looked.

"Harry." She said, letting his hand go.

They shared a look, silently bonding over the names they refused to utter out loud. It was nice to find a kindred spirit, the boy thought with a sigh. He had finally found someone who won't bother him about his birthday name. Even Scottie had asked him about it for two whole weeks before he gave up.

"So," He broke the silence, "I hope you're adopted because, dude, those relatives of yours are a nasty piece of work."

His new neighbor got a few brownie points when she shrugged instead of scowling or reacting negatively to his words. It wasn't Stiles' fault if he couldn't control his mouth. It had a live of its own.

"Aunt Petunia is my mom's older sister." Her lips twitched up wise in a sloop grin. "I like to think that she was adopted though."

Stiles nodded sagely. He could understand that. He felt the same about his mother's younger brother. He was always happy to ignore his existence.

Glancing at her once more, he started the interrogation. Everyone received one – Well, ok. Not everyone but Stiles wanted to make this into a ritual for newcomers from now on. He needed to make sure that none of his neighbors were psychos.

"Red or Green?"

Her eyes gained a glint of amusement, "Red."

"Pizza or Pasta?"

"Pizza."

"Bike or Truck?"

"Truck."

"Dracula or Twilight?"

"Dracula."

"Decepticons or Autobots?"

"Autobots."

"Superman or Batman?"

"Batman."

"Star Wars or Star Trek?"

"Star Trek."

Both of them raised their hands with the Vulcan salute.

He nodded, feeling satisfied.

She was cool. Definitely not a psycho. He couldn't say the same for he cousin though. That one looked like he needed to be tied to chair and thrown in the middle of the ocean. No one would miss him. The Universe would more likely thank whoever did that.

"Why did you guys move here?"

"I don't really know. Apparently, Uncle Vernon got a job here."

"Why are you living with your aunt and her family?"

"My parents are dead." Her answer came as bluntly as his question. He winced a little but before he could apologize, she shrugged, "It's alright. You couldn't have known."

They stared at each other.

"Er – Do you wanna ditch the zoo?"

Harry blinked and snorted. She took a deep breath, trying to not laugh before nodding with a smile,

"I don't see why not."

He grinned,

"Great! Do you have anything to do in this place?"

She made pause, thinking about it. After one or two minutes, Harry smirked with an mischievous glint in her eyes,

"Does it matter if you get dirt, burned or sick?

Stiles raised an eyebrow.

Harry had felt like a zombie after everything that happened with Cedric's death and Voldemort's resurrection, so she had barely noticed what was going on after Professor Lupin left her with her relatives.

She only woke up to the world after Uncle Vernon told her to get of the car and she looked around only to see an airport instead of Privet Drive. Harry tried to ask what was going on and why they were there since her relatives never once took her with them when they left to travel to another country, but Aunt Petunia quickly silenced her with a look and informed her that Uncle Vernon had gotten a job on California and that they were moving.

Harry had looked at them a little strangely when not only got a seat in the first class while they got seats in the second class but also got the biggest room in the gothic dark mansion they had moved into Beacon Hills.

There was something really wrong with them.

At first, she thought it had something to do with Dumbledore. But she quickly shot this idea down when she noticed books about not only Light magic but also Grey and Dark. There even books about Black magic, which was the type of forbidden magic that Voldemort used. Dumbledore liked to isolate her from the Wizarding World in the Summer so she knew he had nothing to do with this suddenly move.

For weeks now, Harry had kept to herself staying in the library, wondering if she ahould send a letter to Dumbledore and the others with Hedwig.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon tried to hit her sometimes when they were annoyed about something but they always ended in a form of pain or running in fear before they could hurt her. The Dursleys blamed her, of course. But Harry had nothing to do with it and was actually starting to believe that the mansion was hunted.

Her relatives started ignoring her existence when they noticed that threatening her only made things worse and started socializing with the neighbors. She had no idea of what they were trying to gain with that and she didn't even ask. It was better for her if she stay away from their business.

It was in one of those socializing dinners, Harry that Harry meet Stiles. The tall slim boy with whiskey eyes and the perfect mix of a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor personality, made her stay in this country easier. It was nice having a friend.

The day after she meet him and they played Exploding Snap (He had been so excited about it that he didn't even ask how the cards worked), Stiles introduced her to Scott "The Puppy" McCall. The other boy was really sweet and a little slowly but h was just as fun as Stiles.

She really liked them.

"This is freaking awesome!" Stiles laughed, "Grass! This taste like grass! Where do you get those things?" He asked, shaking the now empty box of Bertie Bott's Evey Flavor Beans. She had placed all beans inside a bowl so it was empty.

Scott was looking at his own bean in suspicion before he ate it. His face immediately brightened, "Strawberry yogurt!"

"Lucky," Harry muttered, wrinkling her nose. "I got Booger," The boy made a face. It was incredibly how much he looked like a puppy. It was almost criminal.

She cleared her throat and looked at Stiles who placed a Soap bean in his mouth and winced,

"I brought those in a small village close to my boarding school."

"That's so cool." Stiles exclaimed.

Scott nodded happily and was moving to get another bean when he saw a box under Harry's king size bed.

"What's with that box?"

She leaned over to see what he was talking about and grinned, "It's where I put my Gobstones game." At the confused looks she got, Harry scratched her cheek, "It's like marbles but involving a foul smelling liquid being thrown in the loser's face."

Stiles cackled, looking a little excited at the thought. Scott threw a look at his friend before smiling at her,

"Maybe we can play later." Scott said, "Then we can play video games in my or Stiles' house."

Stiles grinned widely, "I have a new Mario Kart. We should definitely go to my house."

Harry blinked, feeling a little foolish as she asked, "What's that?"

The two boy looked at her with horror, as if she had just told them that their lives was nothing but a lie. Stiles broke himself out of his stupor and started ranting about how he couldn't believe this and that she didn't need to worry because everything was going to fine, he would take care of her and her culture deprived life. Scott patted her hand and said that he also would be there to teach her the joy that was playing Mario Kart.

Harry smiled, "I would like that."

When they grinned back, she couldn't help but think that she could contact Professor Dumbledore and the others later. She wanted to stay a little longer.

When it came to wizards and witches, there was no such thing as normal, not really. Muggles were the ones who liked to use this word to describe themselves. Magicals, on other hand, were always more than happy to be a little eccentric – Although there those like his old Headmaster who was eccentric to the extreme but it was better to not think about it.

It was because of that, that Remus massaged the back of his neck as he tried to not show his disgust at the horrible normal Muggle suburbia. Besides him, Tonks didn't even try and made a face every time her eyes landed in one of the identical white houses and theirs equally similar perfect little front yards filled with the practically the same flowers.

He had nothing against Muggles. The werewolf actually thought they were ingenious in many aspects. But there were times in which he just wanted to wince at them. This being one of them.

"This is ridiculous." Tonks, the only other member of the Order of the Phoenix that could come with him because of her familiarity with the Muggle World, whispered furiously beside him, "This place looks like something out of one of those old shows my Dad used to watch when I was a kid."

Remus didn't say anything. He had no idea of what she was talking about.

The pink haired witch stopped walking abruptly, a hand over his chest as she looked at one house in particular. Remus sighed in relief when he saw that it was the place they were looking for.

He couldn't wait to get away from this place. Honestly, he wondered how Harry kept her sanity coming back from the bright Wizard World on Summer to this.

Tonks knocked on the door and they waited. Remus narrowed his eyes, trying to pinpoint any heartbeat inside but coming up with nothing. That made his take a shaky breath as he silently prayed that he was wrong. He took out his wand and before Tonks could rang the bell, he threw a non-verbal Alohomora on the door.

The young Auror threw him a look when the door opened but he ignored her in favor of pushing his way into the house.

Remus closed his eyes painfully when his fears were proved right.

The house was completely and utterly empty. There was nothing personal there, nothing that showed that a family lived there.

"Shit," Tonks muttered, "How – Why no one informed us that they moved?"

Remus sniffed and cursed lowly, his eyes flashing amber, "They have been gone for at least a week. Harry didn't leave with her relatives. I can't find even a trace of her scent. She has either been gone for more than a month or she never came here after we left her with her relatives in the train station."

Tonks was the one who let out a curse this time around. She hurried out of the house, more likely to look for Mundungus. The man was the one who had gotten the job of watching Harry and her relatives. Remus should have protested more when Dumbledore choose the man for the job. He was nothing more than a useless drunk thief.

Remus clenched and unclenched his hands as he tried to stay calm.

His cub was missing.

Remus growled, amber eyes glaring at one of the bare white walls of the house.

Someone was going to pay for this.

"Boy, if you drop me –"

As if his body had been waiting for those words, Sirius sneezed. His hands relaxed for a second but he recovered quickly and grabbed the portrait he almost dropped. The twenty-five years old in the portrait narrowed his eyes angrily. The Black Heir shook his head and ignored his Great-Something-Grandfather as he walked through the dark and depressing hallways of Grimmauld Place.

He sighed when he finally found the room he had been looking for. Sirius bit his thumb, drawing blood and letting a drop fall in the golden knob of the door.

This was one of the most secures room in the house. Only a real Back or someone closely related to one could enter and if they tried to enter without one of those two little requisites – Well, goodbye hand because they would lose it in a very nice and bloody explosion.

He closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath. Remus and Lily had always been the bookworms, but while Sirius never liked studying something that wasn't Runes, he still loved to visit the library. There was something soothing about the smell of old books.

Sirius turned around, taking a moment to look at the library (The real one – The one the Order was using was meant to be used by guests and had none of the rare books that could be found in this library), before walking to a empty wall and using a simple spell to hang the portrait there.

"There it is, Grandfather Aquila." He smiled nervously at the look he received.

Many Greats-Grandfather Aquila was one of the only portraits in the house who didn't treat Sirius like trash. Actually, the oldest portraits of the house were the ones Sirius liked the most. They were proud of their pureblood heritage but none of them cared about that pureblood mania Sirius' own parents had been always been so obsessed about. To them, only talent and power mattered.

Aquila patted his clothes as if the trip to the library had ruined them somehow. His cold grey eyes stared at Sirius before he nodded,

Sirius sighed in relief and took a seat. The last male Black summoned the bottle of Firewhiskey he had hidden somewhere in the immense library.

"How is she?" He asked.

Aquila sat down in the same armchair Sirius was using at the moment and crossed his legs,

"Better than when she first stepped into the house," the older wizard said, "she seems to have befriended two Muggle boys." Aquila wrinkled his nose in disgust. Not really caring about Muggleborns didn't mean that he didn't hate Muggles. Aquila had, after all, been alive at the time of the Witches Hunts and lost his nephew to Muggles.

Sirius took a slip of his drink and smiled a little, "Good, she needs friends. I hope her relatives aren't bothering her?"

"Unfortunately, the Muggles are behaving themselves." He gave his grandson an nasty smirk, "I would love to see the other spells we placed on them working."

Sirius smiled. It was the typical Black smile; filled with madness and malice.

"Give them a few more days. They will break the rules and the spells will do their jobs."

Aries, one of the other three portraits in the library and Aquila's nephew, giggled, "It was rather funny watching those vermin screaming for help."

"Poor little Carina," Delphi, elegant woman and Aquila's grandmother, cooed, "The child had no idea of what was going on. One moment the pig is throwing things at her and the next, he is trying to fight something that isn't there."

Galatea, Aquila's wife, appeared in the portrait next to Aries' and chuckled, "Last time I checked, the pig was still looking over his shoulder in fear."

Sirius grinned and finished his bottle of Firewhiskey.

He was both a Black and an Marauder. Sirius had never taken orders wells, so the moment Dumbledore told him to stay in the house and not contact his Goddaughter because, apparently, isolation was a new method to help those who were recovering from traumatic events, Sirius did the opposite of what the old man wanted.

He talked to Aquila and the other three about it and, together, they formulated a plan that would have made his horrible mother's proud.

He couldn't actively help his Goddaughter, Dumbledore would always be in the way. But nothing stopped him from paying the Goblins to do it for him. Those things did anything for gold and if Sirius gave them a Vault full of money for them to move Harry and her relatives to one of the most protected Black proprieties in another country and keep anyone from finding them, then they would just that (And if Sirius paid them extra for the goblins to curse the Dursleys with a nasty dark spell that got worse every time the trio tried to hurt his Goddaughter then no one could blame him).

The house Harry was now using had everything she needed to learn to survive any more encounters with Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The four portraits around him also had frames there so he had a way to keep an eye on her.

Also, Sirius was trying to find a way to end Voldemort for once and for all and when he did, Sirius would be getting ride of the Dursleys and moving in with his Goddaughter. Dumbledore was really wrong if he thought that Sirius would let him use Harry in the war. She was a child. She had already seen enough death in her life, she didn't need more.

"SIRIUS!"

He sighed at Molly's scream. He couldn't wait until he could join Harry. He was getting tired of that woman and the other members of the order.

"It's show time," he muttered, standing up. "I will see you guys later."

Aquila, Galatea and Delphi nodded while Aries giggled, "Have fun playing with the sheep," the little boy waved.

He walked out of the library, running a hand through his hair and making sure to look like he had just jumped out of the bed. He more or less skipped to the kitchen, walking a little slower when he noticed Dumbledore, Snape, Moody, Kingsley, Molly Arthur as well Remus and Tonks.

He tried to not feel guilt at the look in the werewolf face. He hadn't included Remus to his plan. It was for the best though. He was far too loyal to Dumbledore.

"What's going on?" Sirius asked feigning irritation.

"Harry's gone." Tonks muttered hesitantly as if she was afraid of his reaction.

Sirius snarled and did exactly what they expected from him, "What do you mean with that? How could she be missing?" He shouted. He turned to Dumbledore, "You – You said she was safe!"

Kingsley placed a hand over his shoulder to stop himself from jumping on the old man, "Sirius, calm down. Let them talk."

Sirius shook him off and bared his teeth before sitting down like a spoiled child and growling,

"Speak."

Dumbledore rubbed his face with sigh, "The Dursleys, it seems, have left with Miss Potter. Tonks and Remus have spoken with their neighbors and apparently, Vernon Dursley got a job offer out of the country."

Sirius held back his desire to roll his eyes when Molly started sobbing. Arthur hugged her close but that did nothing to how loud she was being,

"Then where are they? Where's Harry?" He was trembling. It wasn't of fury like they thought. He was trying to not laugh. He wanted one of those Muggle Oscars Lily had talked about before. He was one hell of a actor.

"The girl is clearly with her relatives, mutt. The Dark Lord doesn't have her. I would know." Snape finally spoke up. Sirius was actually surprised that the bat hadn't spoken before.

Sirius gave him a nasty look, "You would know, huh Snape? A Death Eater like you –"

Dumbledore stopped him before he could say anything else. It was too bad. Sirius had an whole speech planned.

"Sirius, enough." Sirius huffed and buried his face into his hands. "I will be using a few tracking spells to try and find Harry. Molly, talk to the children, see if she hasn't sent anything to them yet. Everyone else, I want you to try and find anything that can help us locate the Dursleys and help as well keep them safe from Voldemort."

The Grimm Animagus blocked the rest of his words, knowing that Dumbledore would tell him to day in the house and wait for news. He felt someone patting his shoulders (Remus, more likely) and waited.

The moment he could no longer hear half of the order running around like headless chickens and the other half screaming at each other, he raised his head and smirked.

Idiots.

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