Black Mirror

Black Mirror

Chapter 2

Explorations, Bubbles, and Quidditch

Harry spent the next two days exploring the castle with Phaedra. It was an amazing place. There were two small salons for entertaining afternoon guests on the main floor along with an enormous kitchen. Harry discovered that besides Dobby, Winky, and Hazel there were three other house elves. Matilda was the kitchen elf and ran her domain with an iron hand. She told them she had been with Master Tiberius since he was a boy. Davey took care of the gardens and Harry complimented him on how well the flowers looked. The elf just blushed and hid behind his ears. Walley tended to the stables and kennels where they found Snuffles and Hannibal playing with a worn out quaffle. Their two pets greeted them happily but Harry was somewhat disconcerted that her pet was not allowed to come into the castle.

"Master Tiberius insists that the dogs be kept in the kennels Miss," the elf explained nervously when questioned. "He feels they will be happier here and will not make a mess in the castle." Harry only nodded at his answer but determined to ask Tiberius if she could have Snuffles with her at least during the daytime.

Phaedra was delighted when they explored the stables since they found two chestnut Aethonans and a smaller gray Granian. The little girl was fascinated with the winged horses and wanted to ride them. Harry immediately vetoed the idea since she knew Phaedra had never been riding let alone on a horse that could fly. The animals themselves seemed friendly and the stable elf gave the two girls some carrots for them. Harry showed Phaedra how to hold her hand flat with the carrot on her palm to feed the horses. Phaedra giggled when the soft nose brushed her hand as the gray horse took the carrot from her and then whinnied for more. Thanking the elf, they then headed back up to the castle to explore some more of the rooms.

Harry had already seen the formal dining room, which could be expanded to seat as many as one hundred guests. The library was also larger than she first thought and she pictured the look on Hermione's face when she saw it. They also discovered there were three floors. The topmost floor held attic storage and small rooms for the house elves. The second floor was made up of numerous bedroom suites each of which was decorated in various colors. Harry counted no less then seven bathrooms adorned with different kinds of faucets to accommodate the user's needs.

However, she was completely floored when she opened the door to the formal ballroom. It had four crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceilings. Each one had with what she assumed were magical candles for lighting. One wall was lined with floor to ceiling windows and a set of French doors leading onto a terrace overlooking the gardens. A large lawn led down towards the river. The opposite wall was covered with ornate mirrors to enhance the light and reflect the dancers. A small gallery near the back of the room provided a space for the musicians. Dobby, Winky, and Hazel were in the room polishing the wooden floor and cleaning the windows and mirrors.

"Harry Potter and Miss Phaedra," Dobby said running over to them. "Dobby Winky and Hazel are most happy to tell you the room will be ready for the reception."

"We're having the reception in the ballroom?" Harry had not realized so many people were coming. She had wanted to keep it down to a small party.

"Master Tiberius felt it would be most appropriate," Hazel answered. "There will be a formal dinner and then dancing. We is all looking forward to it. This old castle hasn't seen such good times in many awhile."

"Dobby hopes Miss Harry is not too upset. He knows she only wanted something small but..." he began seeing the expression on Harry's face.

"No, Dobby, I am not upset. I'm sure it will be fine," Harry reassured the elf. "I just didn't realize we would be using the ballroom is all."

"Misters Sirius, Severus, and Remus was worried you might be unhappy with all the arrangements and wanted to surprise you." Dobby wrung his hands nervously.

"Just how many people are coming to the reception?"

"We is having only one hundred. Mr. Tiberius was trying to keep it small for Miss Harry but there are some important people coming."

"Who Dobby?" she questioned firmly.

"Many from the Ministry and relatives of the Protectors and friends of Miss Harry's from school," Dobby replied flustered. His ears flapped worriedly as he looked at her expression. "Mrs. Wheezy was happy to help with the invitations."

"Oh. All right then I suppose it will be okay. I am just worried about paying for all this."

"Miss Harry doesn't have to worry," Winky piped up. "The reception is a wedding present for Miss Harry and Mr. Severus. Mr. Sirius is paying for it along with Mr. Tiberius."

"I see," Harry frowned. She was annoyed that no one had asked her what she wanted but couldn't see any way out of it other than eloping. She also didn't think that Severus would elope. He put too much stock in propriety and the social graces. Wizarding society could be rather stuffy at times.

"It will be loads of fun, Miss Harry, just like the ball at Hogwarts," Phaedra added giving Harry her best smile. "You will look so beautiful and you and Uncle Sev can dance that funny dance again."

"It was called the Tango and maybe we will," Harry answered with a half smile remembering how they had danced at the Yule ball. "Come on let's go and explore the dungeons."

"Ooo that sounds like fun," Phaedra replied racing for the door. "Can I put you in the shackles?"

"More likely I will put them on you," Harry countered following her out into the hall.

The door to the dungeons was cleverly hidden in the paneling behind a tapestry depicting a group of centaurs in battle. A narrow set of stone stairs curved downwards. It was lit by magical torches, which went on as they descended. Most of the rooms were empty and barred holding various items that had been stored there. A few were locked and Harry supposed that whatever was in them was probably dangerous. A light was coming from one of the rooms at the end of the corridor and the girls headed towards it to see what was there. It proved to be a very well equipped Potions lab. Tiberius Snape was bending over one of the cauldrons stirring something. He looked up as they entered.

"Ahh...Harry, Phaedra, I see you are having fun learning your way around."

"We are exploring Uncle," Phaedra stated matter of factly. "What are you making?"

"I am brewing a special potion for Harry and Severus reception.

"What kind of potion?" Harry questioned anxiously.

"It is called Fantasy Bubbles," Tiberius laughed noting her anxiety. "I can assure you that it is quite harmless although I wouldn't recommend drinking it."

"What does it do? I don't think I studied that one."

"Watch," Tiberius arched his brow in amusement as he picked up a small metal rod with a hoop on one end. Dipping it into the potion, he extracted it with a wave. Just like the bubble solutions that Muggle children played with the room was filled with floating bubbles. The only difference was that these bubbles were in different shapes and colors, not clear. Harry noted there were stars, crescent moons, shamrocks, snowflakes, spirals, hearts, and flowers. Each bubble also showed an image with either Harry or Harry and her Protectors. Phaedra giggled excitedly while Harry grinned.

"This is so cool. They should teach this at Hogwarts."

"I doubt my nephew would even consider it. Perhaps in time you can convince him," Tiberius sighed.

"Why wouldn't Uncle Sev want to make bubbles? They're fun and pretty."

"He would say they are a waste of time. He thinks all his brewing should be for something useful or medicinal." Tiberius frowned shaking his head.

"Then we'll just have to convince him that this is useful too," Harry remarked green eyes glinting with mischief.

"What do you have in mind Harry?"

"Tiberius how were you planning on using this potion?"

"I thought that Phaedra could carry some before she preceded you down the aisle."

"Yeah, I can do that it will be fun!" Phaedra smiled jumping up and down.

"Sorry, Phaedra, but I have a better idea," Harry stated nodding her head thoughtfully. "Tiberius I just found out we will be using the ballroom. Will the doors to the gardens be opened too?"

"Yes and there will be flowers through out the ballroom itself. Why do you ask?"

"Then let's hide some of the bubbles throughout the gardens and the potted flowers. We can charm some cleverly hidden containers or pots to emit the bubbles at different intervals through out the evening. It's summer so that the sunset won't be till late anyway. This way everyone can enjoy them."

That is a brilliant idea Miss Harry."

"Hmm...I rather like it myself," Tiberius agreed. "I think it's time my nephew learned that potions which make people feel happy are among some of the strongest and most useful of them all."

"I agree. Severus can be too serious at times. He needs to remember the lighter side of life," Harry stated as Tiberius lips quirked up in a brief smile.

"By the way what happens if you drink this? It is harmful?"

"No," Tiberius chuckled. "All that happens is that bubbles will come out of your mouth and when they pop whatever you were trying to say will burst forth from them."

"Really...Can you set some of that aside for me? I know a few pranksters I would like to try it on." Harry wiggled her brows with a chuckle.

"It wouldn't be a certain werewolf and his animagus Soulmate now would it?"

"Let's just say they aren't the only ones coming that this will be fun to try on."

"I understand." Tiberius nodded knowing she was referring to the Weasley twins and some of her other friends. "I shall see that you get some. All you need is to put three drops in whatever they are drinking. It will take effect in less than five minutes."

"Miss Harry what are you going to do?"

"Shh...We are going to prank the pranksters but you can't say anything. It will be our secret."

"I promise I won't tell a soul." Phaedra beamed nodding her head vigorously. She was pleased that she was being included. "Can we help you to make the potion Uncle Tiberius?"

"Actually I think you would be more of a help by keeping your Uncle Severus from coming down to see what I am doing. We can't have him finding out now can we?"

"No but how can I keep him from coming down to your lab?"

"I believe he has gone into the village with Remus and Sirius to pick up some new dress robes for the ceremony."

"They left over an hour ago," Harry told him.

"Then they will probably be back shortly. When they arrive you need to keep Severus from coming downstairs. If I lock the door magically he will be suspicious that I am up to something unusual."

"Don't worry Uncle Tiberius. I can help Miss Harry to keep him busy somehow so he doesn't come down here."

"I think I know a way to keep him busy, Phaedra, how about if I give you a flying lesson? I know that Sirius will want to come and Remus may too. If you put on your best smile and plead with them they will all come along. Especially if you can get Sirius to challenge Sev into a game of pick up Quidditch. It could be me and Sev against the three of you." Harry was grinning wickedly at the little girl. She knew Phaedra could con the three men into their scheme magnificently.

"Right," Phaedra giggled brown eyes dancing. "Oh please Uncle can't you play with us?" she mimicked with a pout as she pretended to talk to the three wizards. "I don't think you and Miss Harry could beat us anyway."

Tiberius threw his head back with a loud laugh. "You my sweet little niece are a true Slytherin in the making. I do believe you could even con Dumbledore given the right opportunity."

"Come on Phaedra. Let's go and find the brooms. We can wait for your uncle and the others to get back over a game of exploding snap."

The two girls went upstairs where Harry retrieved her Firebolt and found Phaedra's training broom. They then went into the library to wait. The three wizards returned a short while later. Harry and Phaedra rushed out to greet them at the entrance to the castle.

"Uncle Sev," Phaedra greeted him with a smile, "can you come flying with us? Harry said we could all play Quidditch!" She waved her hands excitedly to indicate the other two wizards.

"I am afraid I will be unable to do so Phaedra," Severus replied putting down his packages and picking her up. "I was going to work on Lupin's Wolfbane Potion and need to sort some of the ingredients I bought."

"Oh..." Phaedra's voice fell flat her lips curling in dismay.

"Nice going Severus. I think she's going to cry," Sirius belittled patting her on the back comfortingly.

"Phaedra, I merely want to get started on his potion. You know that it is a big help to his affliction and I am making some extra to send to the cab driver for his sister as I promised. Surely you can understand?"

"Yes Sir," she shrugged squirming down from his arms. "I just thought it would be fun to have you play too." She turned up the hall slumping her shoulders in disappointment dragging her broom behind her.

Harry watched the scene unfold with interest. 'Phaedra could win a BAFTA for her performance. She almost has me believing her too,' she mused before speaking aloud. "Phaedra don't you want to go flying anymore? I'm sure Sirius and Remus will come."

"Yeah, we want to go even if your uncle doesn't," Sirius said adamantly.

"I could teach you how to be a Keeper while Harry and Sirius try to score with the Quaffle," Remus offered with a kind smile.

"No...That's okay. It won't be any fun without Uncle Sev too."

"Severus I think you need to spend some time with Phaedra," Harry prodded. "She needs to know you're there for her."

"Harry is right Severus." Remus nodded with understanding. "My affliction as you so aptly put it will not take place for another week. You still have plenty of time to brew the potion."

"Remus is right. A few more hours won't make a difference," Sirius agreed. "It's not as if you've never brewed the potion before," he added sarcastically. "Cheer up Phaedra. You can play with Padfoot. You know he really loves kids," Sirius remarked transforming. The huge black dog sidled up to her and nudged her with his nose before giving her a wet kiss on the cheek. He then sat up on his haunches and begged, pink tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Phaedra couldn't suppress a giggle as Padfoot wagged his tail and nuzzled her playfully.

"Phaedra," Remus grinned, "I learned a long time ago that it is useless to try and dissuade Padfoot once his mind is made up. Isn't that right Harry?"

"Uh huh..." Harry had been watching the interaction between her godfather and Phaedra. She could feel a static charge building up inside of her. Apparently so could Remus who was eyeing her warily.

"Are you okay Princess?"

"What? Oh yeah, I was just thinking," Harry replied avoiding Remus' eyes. 'Sweet Merlin he realizes I'm getting jealous of a seven year old. I can't help it though,' she considered to herself. 'When I see how Sirius plays with her I realize how much I missed. I never got to be with him like that. It's just not fair.'

"Perhaps you would like to help me brew Lupin's potion Harry. I'm sure he and Black will be able to amuse Phaedra until we're done," Severus suggested interrupting her thoughts.

"No...Um...I think I'll just go upstairs for a while. I have a bit of a headache coming on."

"It's not your scar is it?" Remus asked anxiously his eyes darting towards her forehead.

"No. I think I'm just tired is all." Harry turned towards the grand staircase taking the steps two at a time. She didn't see Sirius transform watching her in confusion.

"What brought that on? She was fine a few minutes ago." Sirius looked at the others a puzzled frown creasing his forehead.

"I'll go up and see if she's all right Black. Why don't you and Lupin take Phaedra outside while I get Harry some headache potion? We'll be down in a few minutes."

"I should go up with you. Harry is..."

"Severus is right Padfoot. Harry will be fine," Remus interrupted grasping Sirius by the arm to keep him from following. His expression told Sirius that he would explain later.

"Does this mean we're all going flying?" Phaedra looked from one to the other.

"Yes, Phaedra, the potion can wait," Severus said mounting the stairs. "We will meet you outside shortly." He didn't wait to hear more. The portraits muttered amongst themselves as he moved swiftly past his mind in a whirl. 'Bloody hell Harry's upset and I'll be damned if I know why," he mused. Stopping at the door to the room Harry and Phaedra shared he listened intently. Harry had failed to put up a silencing charm and he could hear muffled sobs coming from within. He was worried that Harry was beginning to feel that it was a mistake to marry him. 'It's Black she really loves,' a little voice nagged in the back of his head. 'She only agreed to marry you so that he and Lupin wouldn't be separated.' Shaking his head to try and dispel these thoughts he cautiously tried the knob. It turned with a light click and he entered soberly.

Harry looked up at the sound of the door. Wiping her eyes on her sleeve, she met Severus eyes. Her empathic senses were on full alert and she knew what he was feeling.

"Sev, it's not what you think."

"Oh and how do you know what I'm thinking?" he questioned. He had no sense of her attempting to enter his mind.

"I don't really. Legilimency would be useless and I would never try to invade your mind without permission. You know that I am an empath. I can feel your pain and distress. It hit me as soon as you came in."

"Indeed," he sneered arching his brow. "That still doesn't explain your statement about knowing my thoughts."

"Stop being so Snapeish Professor," Harry snapped irritably purposefully making reference to his former demeanor. "I'm not stupid. I can sense that you are worried that I'm not really in love with you!"

"Are you?" he asked dark eyes unfathomable.

"Severus," Harry began, standing up on the bed to bring herself even with his height, "you're my soul. Why are you so insecure when I get upset with Sirius?"

"I am more than aware of your affections towards your godfather," he answered looking into her bright green eyes.

Harry could feel his attempts to invade her mind and quirked her lips in a half smile.

"Sneaky Slytherin, you might just ask if you want to know what is bothering me."

"May I?" he questioned acerbically.

"If it will make you feel better," Harry sighed unoccluding that portion of her mind to grant him access. She knew no amount of arguing would reassure him over the incident in the hall. They both had serious trust issues and would need to work on them together.

"Harry," his soft voice apologized, "I should not have doubted you."

"And I shouldn't be jealous of a seven year old."

"No but I do understand. A part of you will always miss the childhood you could have had with Black."

"I know and I also realize that you will always have some animosity towards him but you need not be jealous of our relationship either. You are both very stubborn."

"We are trying to get along. Unfortunately your godfather..."

"Enough! I don't want to hear it. You're just two grown men who refuse to give up a stupid childhood grudge. Hell, I even get along better with Draco Malfoy than the two of you do. Sev, I love Sirius and Remus too but I'm in love with you. It really hurts me when I see you all bickering. You're acting like a couple of school boys."

"And just what do you call being jealous of a seven year old?"

"Stupid and foolish," Harry sighed putting her arms around his shoulders. "I really love Phaedra. She's a good kid."

"A bit mischievous at times though," he agreed wrapping his arms around her. "I think you're just reacting more to the stress of all the changes in your life right now due to your monthly hormone cycle," he whispered softly nibbling on her ear.

"Are you suggesting I have P.M.S.?"

"I believe that is the colloquial Muggle phrase." He arched his brow in amusement. "However, it does give you something in common with Lupin."

"What on earth does P.M.S. have to do with Remus?" she asked rolling her eyes.

"He is having his own symptoms as well. Black likes to refer to it as P.M.S. as well but in this instance the M stands for moon."

"That so sounds like Sirius' weird sense of humor," Harry laughed grinning.

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"Hmm..." Severus appeared thoughtful. "I think a kiss might just rectify any lingering doubts." His dark eyes were glittering in anticipation as he met her lips, tongue exploring the roof or her mouth with a brief passionate kiss. "That's better. Now I suggest we join the others before we start something that we can't finish."

"Who says we can't?" Harry demanded meeting his mouth again.

"I do my dear," he answered pulling back after a minute. "I swore a wizard's oath to your late father and will stand by my word," Severus sneered lifting her off the bed onto the floor.

"Thanks a lot dad," Harry snorted rolling her eyes towards heaven. "What's the matter didn't you think you could trust your little girl? I'm not that much like you."

"Actually, Harry, he believed you were very much like your mother."

"My mother was a saint." She tossed her head.

"Was she?" He threw his head back emitting one of his rare laughs. "Then why do you suppose he had us swear that oath? You are more like her than you will ever know."

"Will you come flying with us?" Harry was unable to keep the flush from creeping up her cheeks as she hurriedly changed the subject.

Severus nodded, his lips still quirked in a smile, as they headed from the room. He summoned his broom from the hallway and they made their way down stairs. They found the others out back. Sirius was shooting the Quaffle towards the hoops while Phaedra tried to block him under Remus' direction.

"Hey you two what took so long?" Sirius called.

"Are you feeling better Harry?" Remus asked coming down to land with Phaedra and Sirius.

"Yes I was just tired. It was nothing Severus couldn't handle."

"Good, now maybe we can get a game going," Sirius piped in jovially.

"How do you want to play?" Remus inquired.

"Let's teach Phaedra all the positions except for Beater. I think she's a little young for that one yet."

"I am not!"

"Are so!" they all stated in unison breaking up into laughter.

"Phaedra the position requires you to hit the bludger with a bat while flying. It takes strength and good flying skills neither of which you have yet achieved," Severus explained gently. "I think we should let the snitch go and all have a try at catching it."

"Great idea Sev," Sirius beamed, "it will give Phaedra some flying time and help to hone her eye to hand skills too."

"I'll fly with Phaedra since you three are more likely to be doing fast acrobatics," Remus ventured nervously.

"Sounds good to me Moony," Sirius snickered knowing that Remus did not like flying much. "Let's go then!" Sirius took to the air while Severus took the snitch out and released it.

"I'm right behind you Padfoot," Harry called happily. She relished the feel of the sun on her back and the wind in her hair as she circled and then flew over to Remus and Phaedra.

"Miss Harry how do you catch that little ball? I don't see it anywhere."

"Ah...that's the best part of the game. Whoever catches the snitch usually wins the game. You get one hundred and fifty points for the team but you have to wait and watch for it. Then fly like a banshee."

"I heard Mr. Sirius say that you could have played for a major team instead of being a teacher."

"That's right Phaedra," Remus told her. "Harry could have been a professional Seeker but she didn't want to."

"But you would have been famous!"

"Phaedra I already am famous. You know that and it's not what people think."

"I don't understand."

"What Harry is trying to say is that she gets no privacy and people expect more from her already. If she had played Quidditch they would always expect her to win and would never let her alone," Remus explained.

"Isn't it fun being famous?"

"No not always. Sometimes when people are nice it's okay but usually they try to grab me and say things or ask for favors I can't give them. They also write bad things in the paper when I do something they don't like," Harry said ruefully.

"Miss Harry do you think I can catch the snitch?"

"You have as good a chance as any one of us. You just have to not let us know when you see it and then go for it." Harry encouraged her. "I want you to be careful though you aren't used to flying."

"I will. Come on Mr. Remus let's find that ball!" She flew off with Remus right behind her. Fortunately, she was on a slow training broom and Harry could see she was doing well.

"Any luck yet?" Harry asked flying up to pace Severus who was pacing Sirius.

"Even if I saw the snitch I wouldn't say," Severus answered cockily.

"Tsk, tsk," Sirius teased over his shoulder, "having a lover's quarrel over a snitch which I'm going to catch anyway." He suddenly flew off and took a mad dive in an attempt to fool them but it failed and he flew back up.

"Really, Black, did you actually believe either of us would fall for such a foolish trick?"

"I was hoping." He grinned cheekily. Just then, Severus spotted the snitch and raced off to the left. Sirius followed right behind him.

Harry just shook her head and let her eyes follow the erratic movement of the little gold ball. That's when she spotted Phaedra and Remus. The little girl was flying in the direction of her uncle. While her broom was slow, she was pushing it too fast. Remus was trying to slow her down yelling at her to stop but she swerved out of his reach. She did not see her uncle and Sirius turn sharply as the snitch darted down closer to her. They would not be able to stop in time and would collide with the little girl before Remus would be able to grab her. She pushed the Firebolt in their direction yelling frantically but her voice was lost in the wind. If she moved too fast she would hit them all too. Thinking fast she decided to transform into her Phoenix.

She had never attempted to do a Phoenix apparition and didn't know if it was possible. She vaguely remembered either McGonagall or Dumbledore saying it wasn't but she had to try. Just as she transformed the group collided. Remus had somehow managed to grab hold of Phaedra but lost control of his broom. They were spinning wildly towards the ground. Sirius had grabbed onto Severus whose broom had snapped and he was trying to help him onto his broom while he attempted to get to the others. Harry closed her eyes and prayed. She found herself beside Remus barely ten feet before they hit the ground and her sharp talons grabbed onto his collar. Her wings beat furiously as she tried to maneuver with the awkward load but she managed to lower the man and child without injury. Sirius and Severus reached them a moment later as she returned to human form.

"Phaedra are you all right?" Severus asked frantically examining the terrified child for any injuries.

"Moony you had me scared half to death!" Sirius exclaimed grabbing hold of his friend who was shaking in shock.

"I really thought we had had it," Remus admitted. "Is Phaedra all right?"

"She's fine just shaken up a bit," Severus responded as he rubbed her back soothingly. "Thank you Remus."

"Don't thank me. Thank Harry. If she hadn't gotten hold of us I shudder to think what shape we would be in."

"How did you manage that honey? I didn't think you were able to disapparate like that too." Sirius studied her in amazement. "One minute you were on your broom and the next you disappeared in a flash of fire and reappeared beside Remus."

"According to Dumbledore and Minerva I shouldn't be able to. I just knew I had to try."

"Well I am glad you did," Moony praised her getting up from the ground to give her a hug. "Well done Harry. I am really proud of you."

"We all are," Severus remarked quietly.

"I think we should notify the Headmaster of this. He will find it most interesting," Remus stated thoughtfully.

"I think it was wonderful," Phaedra sobbed softly still hugging Severus. "Miss Harry that's the second time you saved me from falling."

"I hope, Phaedra, that you have learned to listen when Remus tells you to stop. You could have been killed!" Harry admonished. "You scared us all. Not to mention what might have happened if Sirius hadn't been able to get hold of your uncle." Harry was angry with Phaedra and while she wasn't yelling, the child was aware that she was being disciplined.

"I'm sorry Miss Harry. I saw the snitch and wanted to show you that I could fly good enough to really play."

"Oh Baby, you're not ready yet. Flying like that takes practice, even for me," Harry relented seeing the tears spring back into Phaedra's eyes.

"I think Phaedra understands that now," Severus interceded.

"Yes Uncle Severus. I will listen to Mr. Remus, you and Mr. Sirius from now on when we're all flying. Miss Harry told me to be careful but..."

"No buts Phaedra. Flying is fun but it can be dangerous. Now promise me you will not do such a thing again because if you do I am taking the broom away."

"Can she do that Uncle Sev?"

"Phaedra, Harry is bound to me and we are to be married. She is in effect your aunt so yes, she can."

"Aren't you all bound with the...the...Protectship?"

"That's Protectorship and yes we are," Harry answered.

"Does that make Mr. Sirius and Mr. Remus my uncles too?"

"If you want us to be it does." Sirius smiled tussling her blond curls.

"I do. Now I have an Aunt Harry, Uncle Sirius and an Uncle Remus!"

"Ouch that hurt," Remus snickered and Harry giggled.

"Don't you want to be my uncle?" she questioned while Sirius and Severus looked bewildered.

"Yes, Phaedra, I do. Harry and I are laughing over a Muggle thing. It is a character in a Muggle story is all."

"Maybe you should say Uncle Moony," Harry laughed winking at Remus.

"What are you two on about?" Sirius demanded.

"I'll explain it later Padfoot. I think for now though we should go get cleaned up and have something to eat. The girls have a busy day tomorrow."

"Are we still going...um...Aunt Harry?"

"Yup but you will promise to stay out of trouble won't you?"

"I promise."

"Good cause if you don't you will find out all about Mrs. Weasley's temper. She even scares your Uncle Sev!" The group laughed at the scowl on Phaedra's face as she considered this information and they all headed back into the castle.

Despite the excitement of the afternoon Harry was glad everyone was safe and that Phaedra would now be calling her Aunt Harry. Tomorrow would be a wonderful day and Harry couldn't wait to spend the day with her friends. She suspected Mrs. Weasley would also have a good time helping them all pick out their new robes too. Harry had finally started to relax after the past few months blissfully unaware that trouble was once again looming on the horizon.

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