Dearest Sister

Nineteen

sorry for the wait guys, I've started a new traineeship, so things are a bit slow.

nineteen

"How do you know we'll find Peter first?"

"Well, my darling, I know my Siri's animagus form is a Grim like dog, but that's just it, he is that, a dog. And my brother, although he is a hybrid, his wolf half has been locked away, him not really being able to use his senses."

Remus frowned slightly, trying to put the pieces together. And he did, "And since i have been a werewolf since I was a child and you have been as such for a thousand years..."

Alyssandra clapped, "Well done, my darling, well done. Now, you know this..." a flash of promised torture crossed her face like a lightning bolt, "traitor's scent, whilst I know the scent of a filthy rat."

The young wolf's lips turned up at the corners, "You're telling me we should catch him, tie him up and throw him on the Ministry's stairs? All because of a game you used to play with the Mikaelsons ten centuries ago?"

"Definitely. Absolutely. Completely...after I have a little fun with him first."

He nodded, "Can I ask you something?"

"Mmhmm."

"Since Padfoot is your son... why..." the rest of his question was left unsaid, but the blonde knew what he was asking.

Alyss stopped in her tracks, her eyes falling to the floor, something he'd seen Sirius do.

"Orion knew our son would have the magic of a Core Wizard, because of him and the intense magic that made me an Original," a fond smile grew on her beautiful face, "he was smart like that. And we both knew he was betrothed to another, but our love for each other was... Orion married her much quicker than when they were supposed to marry, while I was still pregnant," Alyss wiped away a tear, "i don't know how he did it, but he managed to trick her and everyone else into thinking that my Siri was her's when I gave birth."

"I'm so sorry."

The hybrid shook her head with a small shrug, hiding her teary eyes, "Don't be Remus. It isn't your fault. Maybe if I had fought Orion harder, than my baby could have stayed with me. He could have been taught by some tutors instead of having to deal with that disastrous excuse of a woman, much less a mother."

"Well, I don't want to sound terrible in any way, but if such a thing had've happened, he wouldn't have made friends with myself. Helping me on a full moon, keeping me laughing on my bad days and being just a good person."

The blonde looked to him as the young wolf continued, "And he wouldn't have met James, made friends with him, therefore becoming Harry's godfather. Basically, Ms Talisman, it was you who saved Harry's life, by letting Sirius's father send him to Hogwarts."

Alyssandra smiled down at the boy, well at least to her, when he too, smiled back, "So, where shall we begin?"

:3

Elijah stared at the child, who stared back with his fist in his mouth. The Mikaelson was sitting parallel to the cot, his elbows on his knees and chin resting on his fingers. The Original's gaze turned to a glare, as did the boy's, copying him, at least, he tried to glare.

He tipped his head to the left to the side only slightly...as did the boy. Straightening back up, Elijah then... growled quietly and... Harry took his hand out of his mouth and gurgled loudly.

The child then held out his hands, lifting arms, demanding to be picked up. The Mikaelson let out a heavy breath and rose from his seat, walking over to the cot. Pick up Harry, he did, holding the baby away from him with his arms stretched out far away from himself.

The child then gave him a wide toothless grin before...farting so loudly it echoed.

Elijah made a sound and put him back in the cot, then left the room and into the kitchen, trying not to dry heave.

:3

"Do you know how my ma would want to deal with Pettigrew?" Sirius looked to his uncle, who was wandering down the streets of the village beside him.

"I've always known my sister, uh, when we were 'human' or 'untriggered werewolves' she could be quite vindictive when she wasn't being the kindest, sweetest woman looking after me and family," a smirk tugged at the hybrid's mouth, "I once saw Alyss break a boy's arm, leg and nose just for saying Rebekah had spent the night with him."

The wizard's eyes widened slightly, "And what would she do to a traitor who tried to frame her son for the murder of two of his friends and almost caused the death of her new grandson?"

Klaus paused and the smirk on his lips spread into a wide, cruel, vicious grin, "I'll tell you two things right now, nephew. One, that I am eternally grateful I am not in this rat's shoes. And two, I definitely want to witness whatever Alyss does do to him."

The Grim animagus ran his tongue over his teeth, before nodding his head, "Yep. Me too."

Klaus really couldn't say he was surprised. The boy was half his sister and half a Black. Of course, he wouldn't mind it.

:3

"The rat was here?"

Remus nodded with a slight scowl on his face, holding back a snarl that threatened to rip from his throat, "Probably to gather the Dark Lord's wand or something."

"I think it's sick of him to return here after what he caused," Alyssandra's nostrils flared as she clenched her jaw. The blonde had to close her eyes, letting out a deep breath from her nose to keep herself under control.

The young werewolf next to her watched. He'd seen Sirius do this, too. And that glint of excitement and mischief, he'd seen it in her eyes. It was almost eerie, but...not.

"I grew up beside Padfoot and I think is kind of funny to see all these little things that you do, he did when we were younger."

The blonde turned her softening gaze to him, a sad flicker of emotion in those deep blue eyes that touched his very soul.

"He really is your son."