Location — 6 Healthgate, Hampstead, garden suburb, London
Date & Time — 8 AM, 10 November, 1981
Grace's POV
It was the 4th day since they have bought harry to their home. It felt like their house has finally become home now. The happiness was bubbling inside her.
When She and Arthur heard about what happened with the kid, they felt pain in their heart. Such a young child, losing both of his Parents in car crash. It was somehow a miracle that he survived the crash.
Harry was rather a silent kid on the first day but it was understandable. Slowly they were trying to bring the child out of his shell and they were succeeding.
Today She was taking a break from the Hospital. She was an ENT specialist while Arthur was in Radiology department. She decided to take harry with her to the local park so that he can have some fresh air.
As she reached nearby Park with Harry, she saw a new family which was also present there. A Couple with a Girl which is maybe 2 or 3 years old.
"Hello Mam" Voice came from the little girl that came near her, looking at Harry who was trying to use his recently acquired skills of walking into moving around the park.
"Yes kiddo, do you need anything?" The Curly haired girl put a smile on her face as the girl contemplated something in her mind and then nodded.
"My name is Hermione Granger Mam. Can I ask your name? Mumma says that I should not be talking to strangers, that's why I am asking." The girl replied with her main focus on Harry .
I smiled at the refined language that the Child is using and then I introduced myself , "My name is Grace Smith, and this little gremlin is Harry smith." I looked at Harry and asked him if he wanted to play with Hermione. He agreed and those two quickly start to move around the park and play with each other.
"Quite a child you have, Mrs. Smith. Myself Emma Granger & this is my husband Danielle Granger." The couple introduced themeselves to me as all three of us began to talk.
During the talk I got to know that both Grangers were dentists and Hermione is just three years old. She also got to know that the family just shifted in the locality, so we exchanged our telephone numbers.
As the time began to pass and both children began to get tired, I picked Harry and both of us said Goodbyes to Grangers and began to trot towards our home.
During Walking I thought, 'it will be good days ahead for us.'
Location — WDA Headquarters, London
Date & Time — 10 November, 1981 , 10 PM
Sirius POV
It's been two days since he heard about the capture of the rat. When he first heard about it, he wanted to go out and kill that fucking rat. But he was stopped by the detectives who were stationed outside his room. He was fuming with anger as he wanted to rip that rat into pieces and feed him to dogs.
He wanted information, and finally one of the detectives was about to meet him.
He heard the gate opening and he saw Detective Prancer coming inside. The man was smiling as if he was about to give me Order of Merlin.
" Can you tell me what the fuck is happening for past 2 days? I was told that Peter was captured but I was not allowed to meet you." My anger was getting better of me as Prancer just smirked at me.
"Well Mr. Black , I have multiple good news for you. First, yes Peter pettigrew is captured. Second, we soon will have a date for wizengamot for your case. Third, as soon as we will have that date we will make sure that you are proven innocent. But….." Prancer trailed off as he looked at me with some ruthlessness in his eyes.
" But what?" I have to ask because I had a bad feeling about what he was about to say.
Prancer took a deep breath and looked at me as if I am a child who is misbehaving with him.
"Mr. Black, you are not a child, we have helped you this much. Of course we want something in return."
"What do you want then? I have some money that I can claim from my vault." I told him but I had a gut feeling that he is not talking about Money.
"We don't need your money. We need your political support." Prancer said, looking directly into my eyes, making me a tad bit uncomfortable.
"I don't understand. I don't have any kind of political position or anything like that. The only thing in political leverage I can give you is Dumbledore." I said, not understanding what I could possibly give WDA in return for his freedom.
"You are not holding any post in present, and we don't need to meet Dumbledore. We know that you think that you were removed from Black family but its simply not true. After using some our contacts amongst Gringotts we managed to find that you were never removed from the Black family. And currently at looking the condition of your family , you are the only one capable of taking on the post of Head of Black Family." Prancer relaxed into his seat to give me enough time to process the information.
I mulled over the fact that I was not removed from the family. When he ran away from his home or should he say his jail, he was only able to survive his mother's wrath because of his grandfather Arcturus Black who came in between and stopped his mother from killing him. He never liked his family whose entire legacy was drenched in the blood of innocent, both magical and muggle.
He then met James in Hogwarts, sorted into Gryffindor and came into contact with Potters. That was one of the tipping point for his family and he was literally singled out.
And now after all of this he is now in the position to become Head of the Family.
"I really don't want to get the Headship of my Family. I hated them, and they hated me." I was just feeling like a fool. The legacy that I tried to run away from is now coming back to him. 'Mother would be rolling in her grave.'
Prancer looked at me and started, " look I know that you don't want to take the Headship, but think about the sacrifice your friends made for the wizarding world. All those sacrifices will go in vain if you don't take a stand now."
"What do you mean? And why the heck you want me to take over the position in the Wizengamot so much. And about the sacrifices, Headmaster Dumbledore will definitely make sure that they won't go in vain." I was confused as why the hell these people are not going to Dumbledore for help.
"Dumbledore won't do shit. He is too much into giving second chances to people who are undeserving." Prancer said, his eyes blazing with anger and resentment.
"Did something happened with you or someone you knew about?" That was maybe the only reason for so much anger. And he was somewhat right in his assessment that Dumbledore would try to give people 2nd, 3rd or nth chances until he is satisfied.
"Nothing happened. When your civil war started to spread in Non magical neighbourhood and people started to die without any evidence, WDA asked to get involved in this war. But the Great Albus Dumbledore decided our methods are too ruthless. He denied us to get involved." Prancer stood up from his seat and started to move side by side.
I was trying to make sense of all of this. 'If we could have gotten help from these guys, we could have won the war early. After all, Ookami alone took down so many dark wizards in Japanese Civil war. Then why Dumbledore, why?'
"Would you use lethal response against You-Know-Who forces. Maybe that's why—" but before I could complete my argument, Prancer cut me off.
"Of course we would have used Lethal response. Voldemort or whatever bullshit name you are calling him by, was a terrorist." Prancer then looked into my eyes and spoke as if this was imprinted in his brain, "Our Head commander used to ask us this question, 'what will you do if a cockroach comes in your house,pet it or crush it.' This voldemort and his supporters are nothing but Cockroaches. It's important to remove this , before it can start new disease."
Prancer backed off and then asked me the question, "so, what you are going to do?"
And my answer was....