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Chapter eleven: Chaos Theory.

In three hours after Daisy was adopted Harry learned few new things about his adopted sister. One, Daisy had a very healthy set of lungs and she used them properly whenever she required food, changed nappy or someone to hold her. Two, Sirius was capable of holding and feeding Daisy but when it come to changing her nappy he was totally hopeless. Three, Mirzam was doing fine with all three but Daisy didn't want to burp when she was in Mirzam's arm. Four, Daisy liked to be held by Harry and had no problems with puking on him. Five, Daisy didn't scream while taking a bath if Harry was holding her. Six, she would let only Sirius to dry her with a towel. Seven, only Mirzam was able to dress her.

So when Daisy, after a bath and another bottle of formula, contently drifted to sleep in the middle of two beds which were put together to make one it took the three of them all but three minutes to follow her suit.

S. S.

Severus barely slept through the night. He felt that he shouldn't leave Harry under Mirzam's and Black's care but he was in no position to argue. Merlin only knows with what those three could come up with when no one was around to stop them. At least by Monday they would be at Hogwarts where Severus and Regulus could stop them from doing something overly stupid.

After breakfast he was approached by Slytherin first years who at great length expressed their concern about their friend and Mirzam. He managed to calm them down with information that for sure that Mirzam would come back on Monday or Tuesday, Harry would come back sometime later that day.

Judging from the scowl on Regulus' face, he wasn't able to sleep well through the night either. Or perhaps it had something to do with beaming Dumbledore who was sitting next to younger Black brother.

So after the kids had left and the staff busied themselves with their own business Dumbledore, twinkling very slightly, pulled both Severus and Regulus into empty staff room.

"This morning I checked the records, my boys," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "I'm honoured to inform you that in twelve years we would see as a student," twinkle, "young Daisy Ruth Black. Daughter of Mirzam and Sirius."

"Mirzam isn't able to have children on her own," Severus snorted. "I'm her healer so I'm sure that nothing short from creating a new uterus for her would make her carry and give birth to a child."

"She cannot have children on her own," Dumbledore nodded. "But adoption doesn't require a woman to have an uterus, my boy. I was about to go to St Mungo's and congratulate them, would you mind to join me?"

Now Severus was sure that he shouldn't have left them on their own.

"How old is she?" Regulus asked, unusually calmly.

"Day old," Dumbledore answered. "She was born yesterday."

"The adoption is legal?" Regulus asked.

"Perfectly legal," Dumbledore nodded. "Otherwise she wouldn't appear in the records. I guess that the Ministry will send their own paperwork by Monday."

"That's what happens when you leave them alone," Regulus sighed. "That's going to be problematic, Albus."

"You worry too much, Reggie," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Things like that happened before and all kids grow into fine people. Besides it's not that they are alone in it. I presume that young Charity would be the first to offer help when it will be needed. Plus I'm distinctly aware that both Mirzam and Sirius have brothers who should support their decisions."

"They have brothers who aren't able to keep an eye on them properly," Severus snorted. "If one of us remained behind it wouldn't happen. It's too soon," he shook his head. "Harry was adopted just yesterday and he hardly knows Black. He needs stable environment, a baby, newborn on that, changes everything. Their attention will be focused on her."

"We won't know until we will see it for ourselves, Severus," Dumbledore said smugly.

H. P.

"Healer Hedera Marsh," introduced herself a woman which had to be around Mirzam's and Sirius's age.

Healer Marsh looked interesting. Compared to six feet tall Mirzam, Marsh was small, she had about five feet and maybe an inch and a quarter of inch in high. Like Mirzam, she was lithe but with her not very impressive high Marsh looked more like a runaway student from Hogwarts who pretended to be a healer. She had long curly light dark red hair pulled into one long braid. Her eyes were almond-shaped and amber in colour. They were very capturing. Her hawk nose however didn't suit her slightly heart-shaped face. Her lips were slightly full. She wasn't pretty but there was something about her which captured other's eyes.

All eyes but not Sirius's, as Harry observed. Sirius took one good look at her and after that ignored her absolutely.

"Comment est Beauxbatons ces jours-ci, le Marais Marsh?" Mirzam asked simply.

"Nous avons vu des jours meilleurs, Mme. Black," Healer Marsh answered. "La fois dernière que j'ai vérifié notre Maître de Potions avait une affaire avec un étudiant. Un scandale vrai qu'il était et la Madame Maxime avait des temps très difficiles avec le fait de tenir à distance les correspondants."

"Le Professeur Corbeau fait toujours enseigne à Beauxbatons ?" Mirzam asked curiously.

"Malheureusement il enseigne toujours mais il a dû se marier avec son amant," Marsh answered with a grimace. "Elle est ma soeur plus jeune."

"Devrais-je vous féliciter ou passer mes condoléances?" Mirzam snickered.

"Si vous ne surveilleriez pas de Marais Marsh je voudrais quitter la rue Mungo avant Noël. Je suis sûr que ma femme sent la même voie," Sirius said sternly.

"La décision finale est avec moi M. Black," Marsh said sternly.

"So be it," Sirius rolled his eyes.

S. B.

"It's disturbing," Marsh said sternly as she regarded both of them. She was checking their psychological tests. "Considering everything you have been trough you shouldn't be these sane."

"I wasn't mad from the beginning," Mirzam snorted. "I ended in Bedlam because at one point of time I was delirious, which was a result of my physical injuries not problems with my brain, Healer Marsh."

"Still releasing Harry Potter and a newborn into your care…" Marsh started.

"I dare you to finish this statement," Sirius sneered.

"So you presume that leaving an abused child under the care of its abusers would be wise choice, Healer Marsh?" Mirzam asked in a tone so cold that Marsh should turn into ice statue. "Who is paying you?"

"Excuse me?" Marsh mumbled.

"I asked who is paying you for shattering Harry's happiness. I would like to know whom I'm going to kill, slowly and painfully for destroying the happiness of my son," Mirzam said gravely but Sirius saw irritation evident on her face.

"Your son?" Marsh mumbled.

"My son," Mirzam stated firmly. "Blood Adoption Rites cannot be undone, Marsh, not without grave consequences for all parties included. Imagine what would happen to you if the public got a wind of what could happen to Harry Potter if the Blood Adoption Rite was undone."

"Don't threaten me," Marsh hissed angrily.

"I'm trying to make you see the point," Mirzam shrugged.

"It's important to ensure that the children are in the best environment possible. If Potter is abused then he would need to have his guardian at his side for a long time," Marsh muttered.

"Then it's a good thing that as soon as we are out of St Mungo's we can go to Hogwarts. We got a job offering there. Harry will be with us for the most of time," Sirius said icily.

"Still…" Marsh tried to protest. "Fine, for the time being I would let it pass. But I want to see all three of you at the tests, each Friday. I can come to Hogwarts for check ups. As long as your condition is good the kid will remain under your care, but if I see a change for worse, in one of you…"

"Fine by me," Mirzam said with small huff.

"You are officially discharged," Marsh sighed. "I will see you Friday. We will appoint an hour some time this week," she added and strode off the room.

She opened the door and slammed into Snape who was waiting on the other side of it. She glared at him, Snape glared back. Regulus coughed and glaring contest stopped.

"I don't want to see them until Friday," Marsh snorted and she slipped past a bit surprised Snape.

"Who was she?" Snape asked curiously.

"Healer Hedera Marsh," Mirzam answered with a small shrug.

"Should be renamed to Hetaerae or at least Harpy," Sirius snorted.

"Ivy is pissed off because we are as sane as possible. She thinks that we cheated," Mirzam snorted. "Poison Ivy is going to visit us at Friday to check if we didn't relapse."

"So you were cleared?" Snape asked curiously.

"We were," Mirzam nodded. "Would you mind taking us back to Hogwarts?"

Daisy in Harry's arms mewled lightly.

S.S.

"So this is Daisy," Albus beamed at Harry who was holding the infant.

"Yes it's Daisy," Mirzam smiled gently. "Severus, Reg, I want you to meet Daisy Ruth Black, your niece."

Before he had a chance to react he was sitting next to Harry and was staring at the little girl in Harry's arms.

"She is great and so beautiful," Harry beamed at him. "A bit too loud but I think that she is worried that we would leave her."

Severus in so far saw only one infant in his life, Draco, but he had to admit that the girl looked like small angel with her big blue eyes and curly blonde hair.

"Do you want to hold her, Uncle Severus?" Harry asked happily.

No, he didn't want to hold her. If Daisy had at least half of a properly working mind she would start screaming as soon as the arms which were holding her changed. But he didn't have a chance to refuse it because Harry already nestled her in Severus' arms.

He touched her small face with his left forefinger. Her skin was amazingly soft and warm in touch. He didn't have a chance to withdraw it because small hand shoot from the blanket in which she was bundled and gripped his finger. Instead of screaming with the full capacity of her lungs she gurgled something happily and closed her eyes.

"She likes you," Mirzam beamed.

"If she likes him then she won't like me," Regulus chuckled. "I still think that you are mad that you adopted her so quickly."

"One day, Reggie, you will understand why we did it," Mirzam said solemnly.

"I think it's great," Harry said happily. "We are going to be proper family."

"You are going to change your mind once she won't let you sleep through the night, trust me," Regulus muttered.

"She already did," Harry shrugged. "I learned first and very important lesson about dealing with little babies: you sleep when they sleep. I still think that she is cute and I will protect her from big bad boyfriends once she grows up."

"She's adorable," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Especially the fact that she took a liking of her uncles."

"Uncle," Regulus corrected him with small huff. "This is madness."

Regulus huffy mood quickly changed within seconds when Mirzam took Daisy from Severus' arms and passed her to Regulus. For a moment Regulus looked stunned but suddenly…

"What a cute little angel you are…" Regulus cooed. Then he sighed in defeat, "All right... I get your point..."

"Since you were deemed clear we can take you to Hogwarts with us," Dumbledore said. "I believe that Floo network would work fine with such a small baby."

"About the classes…" Mirzam started.

"I trust that you would feel much more comfortable if you were already settled in your rooms," Dumbledore interrupted her.

"That's exactly what I wanted to talk about, Professor," Mirzam said quickly. "If it won't be much of a problem we have a request. Taking into account the facts that Daisy is such a small baby I think that having both our offices and classrooms within a small distance from our quarters would be beneficial for us. Also, we want to be close to Harry, so rooms on seventh floor are out of options. I was hoping for nothing farther than first floor if it won't be a problem, Professor," she asked politely.

"We will arrange something in the meantime, for now you are staying in my quarters. Someone needs to keep an eye on you because weird things happen when you are left on your own," Severus muttered.

H.P.

First thing which greeted Harry when he entered his dormitory was "How is she?" Thirteen pair of eyes were staring at him with a mixture of concern and anxiety visible in them.

"She is fine," Harry smiled at his classmates. "She and Sirius were discharged in the morning. Right now they are talking with Headmaster about their classes."

"Classes?" asked Hermione curiously.

"Yes, classes," Harry grinned as he flopped on his bed. "Dumbledore made both of them Professors. Mirzam is going to teach language studies and Sirius is going to teach duelling. Isn't it great?"

"Wow," Draco mumbled. "Dumbledore really knows what he is doing."

"What do you mean?" asked Sally-Anne.

"Sirius Black was Hogwarts' Best Dueller amongst students," Draco explained. "He had that title for at least three years straight, maybe even four. This is going to be fun, as long as we are allowed to attend this class."

"I heard about Language Studies," said Daphne pensively. "My great-grandfather loved this subject but after Professor Halloway had passed away it was taken down from the curriculum."

"Does it teach one language or few of them?" asked Hermione curiously.

"It's multilingual class, Hermione," Daphne said quickly. "As far as I remember from grandpa's stories. The purpose is to teach you not only the basics of the language but also the customs, bits of history and culture of the country you are learning about."

"I heard about it too," Draco nodded. "My great great great-grandfather had talked about the Language Studies class. He was bothering dad to press that matter at a meeting of school governors for ages."

"How old is he?" Harry asked curiously.

"He is dead," Draco shrugged. "He had been for a longer while. But his portrait is hanging in dining-room at the manor. He is quite talkative for a portrait. Language studies was his favourite subject at Hogwarts. I can wait to see Mirzam's first lesson."

"So do I," Harry admitted. "I wonder if she will bring Daisy."

"Daisy?" thirteen voices asked in unison.

"My little sister," Harry grinned. "She is barely day old but she is beautiful."

Lunch came sooner than Harry expected. Together with his classmates he went to the Great Hall. Soon enough he spotted Mirzam and Sirius seated at the Head Table, they were sitting next to Professor Snape and Professor Burbage (Quirrel seemed to lost his place). Daisy was nestled in Mirzam's arms. They seemed to be content with each other and when they spotted Harry they smiled at him. Harry smiled and waved at them.

When the Great Hall couldn't get any more full, Dumbledore cleared his throat, drawing all eyes to him.

"Can I have your attention please?" he asked calmly. "I would like to introduce to you two new members of the staff. Professor Mirzam Black," he said and he looked at Mirzam, who stood up and nodded slowly before she sat down, "will be teaching, reintroduced to Hogwarts curriculum, Language Studies. Professor Sirius Black," Sirius stood up, gave small nod and sat down, "will be teaching Duelling Lessons. Both classes will be optional and this year they will only end with Hogwarts exams. Hopefully O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s from both subjects will appear in next school year. All of you would be allowed to attend the lessons. Professors Black agreed that for the rest of the month you may attend them whenever you wish. However by the end of the month it would be required for you to decide if you want to attend their classes permanently. If you decide to attend their classes permanently you will need to inform Professors Black about it."

Suddenly Mirzam raised her left hand slowly. Dumbledore looked at her curiously and nodded at her, allowing her to speak.

"If I may interrupt, Headmaster," Mirzam said politely. "I think that having two Professors Black would be tad confusing for the students. I suggest using my maiden name to prevent the confusion."

"Thank you for suggestion, Professor Verascez," Dumbledore beamed at her slightly. "First lessons from both subjects will take place tomorrow. Professor Verascez's lesson will start a hour before dinner. Professor Black's lesson will start directly after dinner. For now you will be meeting here, in the Great Hall until both Professors would arrange regular timetables."

After lunch most of the Slytherins retreated to the common room, Harry and his classmates were with them.

"I guess that duelling lessons would be great," said one boy from seventh year. "But language studies … it's so Muggle."

"You are Muggle yourself, Forrest," Delano snorted. "Language Studies used to be very respected subject in the last century. But after Professor Halloway had died it was removed from the curriculum because Headmaster Fortescue was unable to find suitable replacement. I would give it a chance."

"You know who is teaching that subject Delano?" another boy, from sixth year, snorted. "She is a…"

"Say Mudblood and you will be dealing with Lemeraude," Draco muttered.

"Silence!" Head Boy Green shouted. "Maybe she wasn't born in right family. Could happen to anyone, you know," he stood up. "But we are Slytherins. We are ambitious and you know that these days are going far requires from you extensive knowledge. People who are having an extended education are respected far more than those who are slacking. I say, my dear fellow Slytherins, let's give Professor Verascez a try. One or two lessons with her wouldn't kill us and you heard Dumbles, till the end of September we can go to these lessons whenever we want. We have about two weeks to decide if we want to participate in them permanently. Let's use that time wisely."

Many people nodded to that. It was actually curious how well Slytherin house was organised. It was even more surprising that next day about three minutes before Mirzam's first lesson the whole house of Slytherin had showed up in Great Hall. Ravenclaw too seemed to come down with nearly all the students sorted there. Hufflepuff had smaller number, no farther than half of the house showed up. Representation from Gryffindor was grievously small, Harry recognised his fellow classmates, few prefects and few people who looked like they were wondering what they were doing there.

Just as the Great Hall started buzzing with conversation Mirzam showed up. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, black woollen jumper which was about two sizes too big for her and heavy black boots, the Slytherin green cloak which was fastened around her neck looked like it was too big for her too.

She approached the small podium on which staff table was standing and she nearly tripped on her cloak. She quickly regained her composure and with a cheeky smile she said, "I guess that borrowing a cloak from Professor Snape wasn't particularly good idea. Especially if said cloak came from his predecessor who was more wide than tall."

Some students from Slytherin chuckled lightly.

"For the record," Mirzam continued lightly. "My name is Mirzam Black and I'm Sirius Black's wife. As I said yesterday if you don't want to get confused you might use my maiden name or if you won't be having troubles with telling apart which Professor Black is which then you may use my surname."

"I took a look at latest curriculum concerning my subject and I found it grievously outdated. Therefore I'm going to ask you for your opinion. Which languages and cultures are interesting to you? What exactly you expect from my subject? What you are hoping to achieve?"

Mirzam's question was meet with total silence. Suddenly Neville seated on Harry's left raised his hand and cleared his throat, "We are allowed to pick what we want to learn, Professor?"

"There are several subjects for lessons which I will cover regardless of your expectations but for the most part, yes, you are allowed to pick whatever you want," Mirzam nodded. "Mr?"

"Longbottom," Neville mumbled.

"What about your expectations, Mr Longbottom?" Mirzam asked kindly.

"I was thinking," Neville blushed slightly. "About our own culture. Most things are hard to find in the books. Some things were forgotten and about some we aren't talking at all."

"Excellent start, Neville," Mirzam beamed at him. "We will never learn properly unless we will start with ourselves. What else?"

"France?" Hermione suggested.

"Spain," Daphne added.

Slytherin students got the idea and they started suggesting choices for lessons. The weirdest of all was Tibet. Some boy from Hufflepuff asked about Mermish and Gobbledegook. Within five minutes Mirzam had enough subjects to last entire seven years course.

Finally she nodded and sat down on Slytherin table, motioning at other students to get closer. Gryffindors immediately settled at Ravenclaw table. Hufflepuff mixed with Slytherins and Ravenclaws.

"So who can tell me how the English language came into being?" Mirzam asked simply.

"How it could?" someone muttered. Harry quickly glanced at the offender. Weasley, Ronald if he remembered properly. "It was always there."

"Are you sure?" Mirzam asked quickly.

Weasley blushed.

"Will someone prove Mr Weasley wrong?" Mirzam asked. "I will award five points to a student who will tell me which languages influenced English we know today."

"The English language originated from the Anglo-Frisian and Lower Saxon dialects," said Delano quickly. "They were brought to us by Germanic settlers and Roman troops around the fifth century. Before they arrived the language in use was Brythonic, a Celtic language."

"Nowadays we know it as Old English," Mirzam nodded. "Five point to Slytherin. Now, how many other languages influenced English language?"

"French," said a boy from Hufflepuff. "Latin. Some other Germanic languages. Some native languages."

"Five points to Hufflepuff," Mirzam nodded. "In how many countries English is used as first language? Point for each country."

"United States of America!" almost everybody yelled.

"Point for all houses," Mirzam said and she raised her hand. "Now if you know another country, raise your hand, then if I ask you, you can answer. Brown?"

"Australia," the girl from Gryffindor replied.

Mirzam pointed at another person with raised hand.

"Canada," said a boy from Hufflepuff.

"New Zealand," said someone from Ravenclaw.

"Bermuda," Hermione said quickly.

In the end Mirzam split thirty-four points to all houses respectively. Two additional points went to Slytherin and Hufflepuff. When they were done she read them a poem in old English called Beowulf, the first piece of English literature and they discussed it at great lengths, trying to translate it into modern English the best to their abilities.

The rest of students and Professors had walked into Great Hall when they were discussing the fight with the dragon. The others were plainly ignored until Mirzam finally translated the last line during the middle of the dinner. Finally then the lesson had ended and Slytherin and Ravenclaw were going side by side with points.

"Next lesson will be at Wednesday," Mirzam announced. "We are going to discuss the most important events in our history. At Friday we are going to discus the customs and holidays, wizarding and Muggle. Slytherin will present Muggle customs, Ravenclaw will present wizarding customs. Hufflepuff will present customs common in both world. Gryffindor will be judging. Your job Griffins will be asking questions and disagreeing with the other houses."

"But it's unfair, Professor," someone from Slytherin table groaned.

"It's math," Mirzam said firmly. "I could switch yours and Ravenclaws topics but the purpose of the lesson is learning something new. Slytherin house consists mostly of pure-bloods, Ravenclaw of Muggle-borns. Then you will prepare your presentations perfectly but I don't want the lesson to be perfect. I want a discussion and I want you to learn something new."

"Well," sighed the person who objected. "It sounds logical."

"Class dismissed," Mirzam said. "See you at Wednesday."

During the dinner at Slytherin table a very vehement discussion took its place.

"It's mad," muttered someone from seventh year.

"But challenging," said the Head Boy. "You have to admit it that she is right."

"Muggle customs are in Muggle studies. Why we need to do it?" asked someone else. "It's stupid."

"The class is still optional, you know," said Delano. "I will do it. Seems interesting enough."

"But Muggles?" groaned another student. "Where we will find something about Muggle customs?"

"Good idea would be asking a Muggle-born," said Flint. "They tell us the most important holidays and customs and we will prepare a presentation about each of them in groups."

"Good idea," said the Head Boy. "But where we will find Muggle-borns."

"One is sitting next to you," said Draco as he rolled his eyes and pointed at Hermione seated between Harry and the Head Boy. "The other is somewhere there," he jabbed his finger at the group where Sally-Anne was sitting. "Besides it's not only Muggle-borns you should ask, Half-bloods too."

After dinner they remained for Sirius's lesson. The beginning was about elementary wand-safety, boring but important. Sirius showed them how to brandish their wands in duels (official and normal). Then he taught them the disarming charm. He also discussed advantages in the duels like non-verbal spells and distracting the opponent without spells by insulting them.

Harry came back to dormitory pleasantly tired.

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