****Sarah's P.O.V.****

"Sirius is cleared," Professor Dumbledore came through the fireplace. There was. . . mixed reactions

"Yes! I knew it! I knew it!"

"Ha! See ya later, stupid dementors," what a super mature dad.

"Woah," that would be me, Lyra, and Harry.

"Wait- sorry Dad, but wouldn't muggles still be after you? I mean, the don't, can't, at that, read the Daily Prophet. And not all magic folk do either," I point out.

Lyra looks like she's about to burst out laughing, "I understand what you mean, but the Ministry wouldn't that much confusion on their hands. They'll make sure everyone knows. The real problem here, though. Is what you just said. Folk? What kind of thirteen year old girl says folk?"

I blushed a bit, "Shuddup,"

"Sirius, you may go back to your old house, if you wish. Grimmauld Place, I believe?" The blue-eyed headmaster butted in. Sirius noticeably groaned, but nodded anyways, "You might be needing these, Sirius," Dumbledore handed him a small packet of papers

"You got them!" He was positively beaming now, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Got what, Professor?" Lyra and I chorused.

"This," Dad handed us the papers.

I, Sirius Black, agree to take care of these children, Lyra Archer and Sarah Archer. I promise to provide them with clothes, food, and a roof over their heads.

"L-Lyra. Ly, come here. You need to see this," She looked at me confused, but stood up and walked over her eyes grew wide a saucers.

"Really? T-thank you, Uncle!" She was smiling wider now.

"What did he do?" Harry asked.

"He's adopting us! Wait, Uncle, how far is your place from Privet Drive?" Lyra looked concerned.

"And hour or so by broom," he shrugged, but Lyra still looked worried, "Lyra, you are aware that I'm a wizard, right?" She nodded, "And that I can apparate, right?"

She facepalmed, "I knew that. Totally. Wait, that means that you're both my uncle and my father. How does that work?"

He just shrugged, "you can just pick whichever you like,"

She thought for a moment. "You're Uncle, but Sarah is my sister,"

I beamed at her, "I wouldn't have it any other way,"

"Girls, you may have a month off from school, along with a guest of your choice for each of you, to see your new home,"

"Sir, Lyra and I are still stuck together. . ." Harry began.

"Ah yes, I have found a solution for that. . . problem. Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley have already been to see me. The spell is simply ruckourous," with a quick swish of his wand, I felt as of an enormous tension had been lifted off my shoulders.

"But, sir, there's only a month left of school, and we have exams. . ." Lyra trailed off

"I believe, in celebration of this joyful occasion, exams should be canceled. Don't you agree?" We all nodded vigorously, "well, then, you may choose your guests and begin packing. Good day," and with that, we left.

****Lyra's P.O.V.****

"Who are you gonna pick?" I asked my cou- sister.

"Probably Hermione, you?"

"I don't know. I want to take Hannah, but I don't want to leave Harry alone," I confessed.

"Take Hannah. Harry'll have Ron, remember? Plus, he can come over this summer, get away from the Dursley's. Wouldn't that be better for him?" Sarah, strangely, was being he voice of reason.

"Yeah, I guess. I gotta go, I'll see if Hannah wants to go," I smiled at her and ran left as Sarah copied my actions, going right.

I knocked on the barrels in the right places, hoping I got it right, as I didn't want vinegar on my head. I, thankfully, got it right, and found myself in the common room.

"Han? Hannah? HANNAH ALICE ABOTT GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" I screamed the last part, hence the caps.

She came running down the steps, a copy of the Prophet in her hand, "Have you heard? I just saw the headline! Sirius Black's been released!" Wow, the Ministry works fast, I thought

"Han, read the rest of the story!" I called back I the same overenthusiastic tone. I looked over her shoulder to see what it said.

Sirius Black, age thirty-four, previously known as a notorious mass murderer, has been set free. "It has recently come to my attention, that, under new, stronger evidence, Mister Black can be looked at under new light," says Minister of Magic, Mister Crouch. The real culprit, he believes, is Peter Pettigrew. Previously believed to be dead, Pettigrew is also charged with illegally becoming an animagus. The Ministry, along with the help of Hogwarts headmaster Albus Dumbledore and two unnamed sources, have agreed that Pettigrew is the criminal. Article by Rita Skeeter

"Lyra, do you know what this means? The Ministry sent a man to Azkaban for twelve years under false accusations. It says on the next page that, during the time, his former wife, Amara Jones, both gave birth to his child and fell fatally ill. His brother and sister-in-law also had a child, and died! I can't believe he missed all of that," she ranted

"Er. . . about that. . . Sirius Black is my uncle," I smiled nervously at her, "and Professor Dumbledore is allowing Sarah and I to live with him and bring a guest each. That's why I'm here. I was wondering if you'd like to come stay with us for the rest of the month and/or summer?"

"Cool! And sure, I'd love to, I'll owl my mum," I sighed in relief

We ran to the owlery and met Hermione and Sarah halfway. "I take it Mione said yes?" I asked

Sarah and Hermione nodded, out of breath, and Hermione and Hannah ran off to find their owls.

"So. . . what's up with you?" I asked, failing to be subtle.

"Way to be subtle, sis. Angelina and Lee have been fighting, and I know I sound mean for saying this, but I'm kind of glad," I gave her a knowing look, and she hit me. How nice, "n-not like that, Ly. I-it was just gross seeing them be all mushy,"

"Sarah gettin' jealousssss," I smirked at her, as Hermione came into the conversation in a sing-song voice.

"Whatever. GASP! We should have a sleepover!" Sarah exclaimed.

"First, why? Second, did you just say gasp rather than actually gasping?" Hannah raised an eyebrow at her.

I rolled my eyes and followed Hannah to the Hufflepuff dorm, because, despite being a tri-house, I was still loyal to my original house.

"Wait- we're going to Hermione's dorm, right?" Hannah asked.

"Yea, why- OH! You wanna see Neville!" I responded

"Pssh, naw," She said, "I'm a horrible liar," she smiled apologetically at me.

We packed our bags full of clothes, games, and chocolate we charmed to not melt, and headed off. Once we got there, we did the signature knock, and Hermione let us in.

"Yes! Sarah is coming soon, and I invited Lucy!"

"Lucy? I haven't talked to her since Halloween, after the performance," I said, feeling a pang of guilt.

"WE HAS ARRIVED!" Sarah and Lucy jumped into the common room, screaming together.

"Wait, how did you get in?" Hermione asked

"Lucy here, sweet, innocent, Lucy, charmed a Gryffindor boy into telling us the password," Sarah smirked at Lucy's newfound blush.

"Who was the boy?" I asked

Lucy thought for a moment, "He had light hair and a weird accent,"

"SEAMUS?!" We all screamed, shocked.

"Yeah?" He walked over to us, and Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean, Fred, George, and Lee.

Sarah, Hermione, Hannah and I shares a look, "We were just wondering if you Ron, Harry, and . . . Neville wanted to play a game with us," Sarah smirked at us.

"GINNY! C'MERE, WE'RE HAVING A SLEEPOVER!" Hermione and I screeched. Ginny ran down, smiling.

I stood up, "alright, what should we do?"

Sarah stood up next to me, "You have two choices. First, game one, second, game two. I'm not going to tell you what game is what, you pick," I groaned

"Two!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"And I vote two," Sarah finished. Game two is twenty questions, Sarah style," Having spent the entire summer with Sarah and her stupid games, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and I groaned.

"You four shush. Now, how we play, is each of us is assigned a person and we pick a partner for them, kay?"

She handed us each a piece of paper, and we wrote down our partner sets. I was in charge of picking Lucy's partner, and I pick Seamus (obviously).

"Alright, now we share. I was in charge of picking Ginny's partner, so I picked Dean. We don't know who your partner will be for sure, so, don't move yet. NEXT!"

"Dean and Ginny,"

"Seamus and Lucy,"

"Lucy and Seamus," I high-fived Hermione, who had picked Seamus' partner.

"Ron and 'Mione,"

"Harry and Ly,"

"'Mione and Ron,"

"Lyra and Harry,"

"I. . . don't have a partner," Sarah sighed, "Well, I had to take a shower anyways. Hermione, I'm stealing your shampoo, kay, thanks,"

"And, she never finished explaining the game. Basically, it's like Never Have I Ever mixed in with twenty questions. You asks your partner of they've done something, If they have, they eat a chocolate square. For example, I asked Harry ten questions about what he has or hasn't done, and vice versa. Whoever eats the most chocolate wins, whoever eats the least loses and probably has little or no social life. So I'll probably lose. Mkah? Mkah," I smiled, and we began

"So, Ly, you go first," Harry smiled cheekily at me.

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Okay, Harry. . . have you ever. . . had a first kiss?"

"Er. . . no, actually. Have you?" He smiled sheepishly.

"No. Have you ever. . . Oh! Have you ever seen the movie Divergent?" I asked

"No. . . Oh! Have you ever been to the ice cream parlor a few streets away from the orphanage?" I shook my head, "seriously? I'll have to kidnap you over the summer; it's awesome!"

It went on like this until we each finished asking our ten questions. After a while, I called Sarah down to judge us.

"Alright, show me how much chocolate each of y'all have left," she said, waltzing down the steps.

"I finished mine,"

"Same,"

"Me too,"

"I have two squares left,"

"I got five,"

"Three,"

"I. . . er. . . only ate one piece," Harry said.

"So far, Ron, Seamus, and Ginny are winning, but Lyra hasn't said anything yet," Sarah smirked at me, "how many did you eat, Ly?"

"Well, technically, I ate the entire bar," I smiled innocently while Harry snickered behind me, "quiet, Potter,"

"Okay, let me rephrase. How much should you've eaten?"

"Er. . . None of it, " I blushed a bit.

"Aw, is wittle Wywa sad cause she has no social wife?" Lucy cooed, while Seamus laughed like a madman.

"OH! I almost forgot! I brought my laptop, you know, the one that Lyra charmed for me? Well, I have tons of movies on it. We can watch them if you want?" Hermione said

"YES!"

A minute later, Hermione came down from the dorm, carrying her laptop. "Okay, so we have the Divergent series, up to Allegiant, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the Hobbit trilogy, and a few Disney movies,"

Ron, Ginny, Dean, Lucy, and Neville stared at us blankly. Sarah, Hermione, Harry, and I were raised by muggles, so we understood, as well as Seamus, who was raised by a muggle father.

"Just pick one, it's, you'll probably like it," Sarah and I chorused, rolling our eyes.

"Er. . . Divergent?" Lucy suggested.

"Alright!" Hermione beamed, clicking the option.

****

"That woman's a nutcase!" Ron exclaimed, referring to Janine. Hermione, Sarah, and I, having already seen the movie, just laughed at him.

We looked around, just noticing the mess we had made. There was popcorn on the floor, as Sarah, Hermione, and I had throw it at the laptop. There were tissues littering the ground, because of. . . a certain part of the movie. Let's leave that unsaid *weeps*

"I know. Janine's creepy. Her face will haunt my nightmares," Ginny joked.

"This is why it's weird for me to watch Titanic. The actress who play Janine, also plays the protagonist in that movie. Have you seen it Hermione?" I asked

"Really? That's strange. . . Insurgent, anyone?" Hermione smiled back at us, as we nodded furiously.

I fell asleep halfway through the movie, squished between everybody. I was sitting on the couch between Sarah and Hermione, with Hannah to the left of her, curled into Nevile beside her. Harry was next to Sarah, halfway asleep. Ginny, and Lucy were curled up by Hermione's laptop on the coffee table, engrossed in the movie. Dean, Ron, and Seamus were talking off I'm the corner, bored with the movie already. I sighed happily. These were the patronous memories, like Sarah called them.

I fell asleep that night dreaming of an emerald-eyed stag and a sapphire-eyed doe.