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Chapter 2

"You guys alright?" Izzy asked amusedly, looking down at them.

"What the hell was that?" Dean shouted as he pushed Sam off of him.

"Portkey. It's a form of teleportation, if you will. Now keep your voices down or you'll wake everyone in the street up," Izzy scolded him.

They looked around and noticed it was night and they were laying on a sheet of snow; December was beautiful in London, the lamps all flickering like little fire torches, the silent wind blowing at them, the quiet dark house, they were mesmerized.

"Wow," Sam muttered.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Izzy said softly, "to think this place was a reminder of of the dead."

"Nice monologue, but I'm not dressed for this weather, so can we go somewhere where I won't be worried about my boys falling off. You can finish your monologue there Sabrina," Dean said as he shivered in his thin jacket.

"I told you to dress warm, but you decided to ignore the girl who could possibly save your life, all on the basis that she's a witch," Izzy snapped back. She was pretty irritated by him now. "Come on, let's go before Ken Doll over there starts fretting his makeup might wear off." Izzy walked on ahead, straight up to a quaint, but average house, and opened the gate. "You lads coming or not?"

"Is this your friend's house?" Cas asked as they walked up to the door.

"Yes, my best friend lives here now, it's some place I like to come every now and then and coincidentally, today is when all of my family and friends are there too," Izzy said and she knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, the door was opened by a tall young man in his mid twenties, with black, unkempt hair, bright green eyes behind a pair of glasses and a confused look on his face as he did and then a huge smile appeared on his face as he saw who was standing there.

"Izzy!" he shouted, and pulled her in for a hug, "I'm so glad you made it! James and Albus are going to be so happy and Hermione's been owling yo- who're they?" He motioned to the three huge men standing behind her and gave her a cautious look. "Is everything alright? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Harry, it's not me who's in trouble," Izzy told Harry, "these lads needed my help and I'll explain everything once I'm inside. Is Hermione here?"

"Yeah, she and Malfoy and everyone else. You remember what today is, isn't it?" Harry asked her.

"Of course I do, you think I would miss my own nephew's birthday? I was going to come a bit earlier, but as you can see –" she pointed to the three men towering behind her – "I was a bit side-tracked."

"Okay, come on in mate," Harry said, stepping aside and letting Izzy and the three guys in. As they all went in Harry, grabbed Izzy's arm and pulled her outside. "One second please."

"You do realize it's snowing and we're both not properly equipped for the cold?" Izzy complained.

"Who are they Izzy?" Harry asked her without skipping a beat.

"A little late on asking that question aren't you Harry? I mean they're already inside with the lot," Izzy pointed out.

"Hermione and Ginny are in there, do you really think they'll be able to do anything?" Harry pointed out.

"Good point."

"What's going on Izzy? It's not like you to just bring random men with you anywhere, let alone London," Harry asked her.

Izzy sighed, she knew what he was going to say but she didn't know how to answer.

"Look Harry, I just, they needed help. The States are, different than what we're used to. I don't do a lot of magic as you know, and I guess maybe for once I felt like I could help someone. I'm tired of being someone everyone needs to look after or that you're waiting for the other shoe to drop," she said, "and don't say you don't. You and dad are the first on that list."

"Izzy, after everything you've been through, no one blames you if you asked for help. We're your family Iz," Harry shrugged.

"I know, and you have no idea how grateful I am that you're still here, after all my tantrums at everything," she replied sheepishly.

"Anything for you. So three guys?" Harry started, "got your eye on any of them?"

"Shut it Potter, my magic's not that rusty for it to stop me from hexing you," she threatened him. "Nothings happening with any of them so don't even suggest it. I did just meet them," Izzy fixed him with a glare, only to get an amused look in return. "What?"

"You like one of them," he told her.

"Shut it."

"You do! Hermione will get a kick out of this!"

"Harry I swear on your children if you tell her I will kill y-" but before Izzy could finish her threat, Sam popped out the door.

"You guys wanna come back inside? We don't really know anyone here and I don't think a witch-off is something we need," he said awkwardly.

"Sorry about that," Harry said, "I had a few questions for my sister here."

"You're siblings?" Sam asked, relief evident on his face.

Harry shot Izzy an amused look, his grin widening at her glare.

"Not blood related, but we're family. Her dad was my godfather," Harry said with a small smile at him, shooting Izzy a wink.

"Let's go back inside before Ken gets an extra dose of testosterone and decides to shoot everyone up," Izzy grumbled, getting a concerned look from Harry.

They walked back inside, following Harry's lead before he came to a stop in front of what seemed to be a family room. Izzy noticed that the atmosphere was thick with tension as Cas and Dean stood in a corner and every other member of her family remained seated staring at them questioningly.

"Hey guys, look who decided to show up," Harry announced and moved to show Izzy standing behind him. It was quiet for a moment before two small shouts of "AUNTIE Z!" and two small black haired kids jumped her.

"OOF!" Izzy said, falling back, not expecting her two nephews to pounce on her. "Hello loves," she smiled. "Happy birthday Albus darling."

"Thank you Auntie Z," Albus said, looking at her with her shining green eyes, Harry's eyes.

"James Albus, where are your manners?" she heard Luna's serene voice chide them as they got off her. "Izzy, it's great to see you. I see the Nargles haven't affected you very much in the States. It could be because they're a bit rare over there but–"

"Luna, Izzy just came. Save it for later," she got up to see a flash of red before she was engulfed in another hug. "Missed you so much Black," Ginny muttered.

"It's great to see you Gin," Izzy smiled, looking at everyone.

"As much as I love reunions, who are they Izzy?" she heard Hermione say as she approached her.

"They're umm, they're friends," Izzy emphasized, "maybe not the place to dive into it?" She exchanged looks with Hermione and they both gave each other a meaningful look.

"Ron, Harry, if we could go to the kitchen maybe and discuss the secret present we have for my favorite godson," Izzy smiled, hoping the adults would get the hint instead.

"You got me a present Auntie Z?" Albus asked her, his green eyes, big and staring at her with excitement and Izzy suddenly felt like she was staring at Harry instead.

"Of course! What kind of Auntie do you take me as Al? Now, I have to go, but we'll be back very soon," she said, walking towards Hermione and dragging her by the hand towards the kitchen, knowing fully well that Harry and Ron were behind them.

"Okay, who're the big men you brought with you Izzy? Are you involved in some sort of gang in the States? Or are you planning an orgy? I read about it in a book once and it was–"

"Ronald Weasley! I did not bring men to a child's birthday for an orgy!" Izzy excalaimed, her face red as a tomato. "I brought them so we could help them. They have a problem, an acient rune sort of problem."

"Why not consult the professor at Hogwarts then?" Harry asked her, dutifully ignoring eye contact, his own face slightly pink.

"They're not exaclty magic welcoming. The doll looking one pulled a gun on me multiple times already," she rolled her eyes.

"Then why are you helping them Iz? They don't really sound pleasant," Ron pointed out.

"I don't know," she revealed, "I guess I just want to be useful again. It's been a long time since I've done anything remotely related to magic or spells. It felt good, to feel needed."

"You're always needed Izzy, but you're the one who decided that you needed to be on your own, a whole country away from your friends and family," Hermione snapped. "You're the one who decided to stop with the magic Izzy."

"Hermione!" Ron and Harry gasped.

"No, she's right. It is what I did, and I don't regret it, but that doesn't mean I don't miss you guys or need you," she lamented. "And I do need you, I need all of you right now more than ever."

"You guys doing okay?" Ginny popped her head in. "We heard some shouting."

"We're fine Gin. Emotions are running high right now," Harry answered, sensing the tension still between his two friends.

"Alright. Do you guys plan on coming out soon? Iz your friends from the States look like they might've swallowed some Puking Pastilles," she replied.

"Yeah, they aren't so keen to be here," she grimaced. "We'll be out in a few Ginny."

"Good to know," Ginny said, walking back out leaving them alone.

"I need your help Hermione," Izzy implored, looking at her bushy haired friend, "That mark is evil. I felt it's own power coursing through that man and forcing it's own will over him. We need to help him. Please."

"You know I'll help you Izzy," Hermione answered immediately. "We always will."

"What she said," Ron agreed.

"Juat tell us what you need," Harry added. "How about we go and wrap this party up? Then we can get to the real fun?"

"Oh, did you get Al's present Harry?" Izzy asked, remembering what she told her godson.

"Yeah, tickets to see Puddlemere United and a signed broom? He's gonna go batshit," he smiled wide. "You spoil them."

"Trying to make up for not always being here," she admitted. "Let's go before the tweedles and their weird friend pulls out their guns."

Again thank you so much for your patience and hopefully you guys enjoy this chapter.