Unfit

Chapter 5

(A/N: I am so late on this update. My computer completely died on me and I had to save up for a new one. Now that I have a new one, I finally worked on this chapter. I hope you like it. :))

The morning came sooner than Ana would have appreciated, but she was up and listening to Sirius pace in his room as she was getting ready for the day. Not bothering with any of the showers here until she has time to go through everything in the bathroom. No need for nasty surprised. It was with a heavy sigh that she opened her door and walked over to Sirius' room to disturb him before Molly had the chance.

Before she could knock on the door he opened it, they just stared at each other for a second. Then Sirius grabbed her by the arm and drug her into his room, shutting the door behind them. Looking both tired and alert if that's even possible.

"I felt a shift in the wards this morning," he starts off.

"O... kay. What kind of shift are we talking about?"

"Like dual control of the wards," he said looking slightly worried. Ana chuckles.

"Don't worry, I talked to Griphook a few days ago and as Harry's magical guardian I could pick up the Potter Headship ring and the Black Heir ring. The boxes were spelled to only respond to Harry's magical signature, I know he would end up wearing both, he's an honorable and loyal young man. Family magics would have accepted him."

Sirius visibly relaxed and calmed down immediately, taking a breath after his major meltdown this morning. "How did you her it to him? You didn't leave the room last night," he questioned.

"I had them gift wrapped with a few other things, his birthday happened already. He's 15 now, last time I was with him he couldn't quite say 'Ana' yet," she exasperated. "I still hate that Dumbledore ordered me to gather information in America, I made allies while I was there. I knew something like this was going to happen again even before James and Lily were murdered. I would trade my time there for being here before the died, maybe I could have helped them survive or at least got them out of the house and to another."

Sirius could see that she was spiraling into an ocean of 'what ifs', so he wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to distract her. Which it did, she startled when he touched her, not used to him being right next to her anymore.

"We could stand here and fret over what we could have done in the past to make our present different, or we could go downstairs and have a cup of coffee with some breakfast that Molly has most likely already prepared. Down there we can make small talk and later we can drag Harry away from the group to talk to him about your plans, does that sounds good?" he questioned. Getting a small 'yeah' before Ana starts composing herself for the other occupants of the house.

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After breakfast was finished Ana had heard that the young crowd of the house were going upstairs to the drawing room, she decides to follow them. She summons her unused entity orb and walks up behind all of them. Coming to the drawing room she notices that five of them have tied cloths over their noses and mouths. Each are holding a spray bottle of Doxycide.

Ana hears Molly tell Ron and Harry to cover their faces and take a spray bottle and telling them what it is, "It's Doxycide. I've never seen an infestation this bad -- what that house-elf's been doing for the last ten year --"

"He's been doing fuck all, waiting to die for years. Or he has an order he hasn't completed. Just banish the curtains, the doxies already trashed them Molly. No point in keeping them." Ana says as she walks passed the group to enter the drawing room.

She hears Hermione pipe in, "Kreacher's really old, he probably couldn't manage --"

"You'd be surprised what Kreacher can manage when he wants to, Hermione," Sirius said as he walked in and towards Ana carrying a blood-stained bag of she's guess is dead rodents. "I've just been feeding Buckbeak, I keep him in my mother's bedroom." Ana snorts at the thought of her ever figuring out that he let an animal such as a Hippogriff in her room. "So what's in the desk, love?"