Snowflakes {Harry Potter}

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****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.