A/N; I should so work on my Naruto stories, but little brother crashed computer, went factory restart, and had wiped what I had on my flash drive. Needless to say, he regretted it, I lost like thirty-three chapters, half of which I was happy with. Those chapters will be up once I'm happy with them. That might take a while. This however is an idea that won't leave me alone, mostly because of the forum I was on www. fanfiction. net/forums/challenges/51526 and hang out on, (remove the spaces, you guys know the drill) is awesome, provided that you ignore some of the crazy people that frequent it.

While I did start this idea and challenge, I finally decided to actually type it out and post it. If you're writing something about it in Macroeconomics then you know that something is wrong.

Prologue- The Bond of the Brothers Black

"Brother! Listen to me! Damn-it! Look, I know we've chosen different sides in this bloody war, but we're still brothers!"

"I have been disowned, I have no brother, thus you are no brother of mine! Support your family's name and honor, the Ancient and Noble Black! Toujours Pur and all that rot!"

"Sirius, all of that can rot! Sirius! I have to tell you something important, -Mother cannot know."

Something his Mother- may the bitch die and rot in hell- can't know about? Sirius wondered what his perfect little brother had done. While his parents could die and he'd laugh and dance and get drunk at their funerals and piss fire-whiskey on their graves –happily he might add- he would miss Reggie, before he went to Hogwarts and their brotherly relationship went away as if it never was. Since he was bringing it up –causing himself some small pain as well- Sirius figured he had better listen.

"I'm listening, Reggie." His brother gave a quick crooked grin that took the weight of the war off his shoulders, -apparently it was really important that he listen and possibly help, followed by a scowl at his childhood nickname that he hated.

'Reggie' had scowled at his old boyhood nickname. He had to do something, show some expression, just anything but nervousness. Damn his time in Slytherin! He swallowed a hard bitter pill of anxiety. The part he had supposed would be hardest –getting his stubborn brother to listen, but it paled in comparison of the next part. He had done horrible, horrible crimes with no hesitation as a Death Eater, as a servant to the Dark Lord, he admitted it to himself although there were nights when he was so deep in guilt to get even a scrap of restless sleep which was better than his waking nightmares. He'd admit that without the need for any truth serum or spell or oath for that matter. So why couldn't he get the words to form and fly from his mouth? He had practiced this, -again he wished he had his brother's strength to break out of and away from his family mold, to be Gryffindor, - to do the right thing! Some nights he wished he had let the hat place him in Ravenclaw, but seeing two years or summers of hate directed at his brother for being different had him manipulating the hat into Slytherin.

"You remember the Ravenclaw, the half-blood that I fancied for a while in my fourth year?"

"Mother destroyed any hope of that relationship. I'm sorry that I wasn't there, but given our parent's hatred of me, I was more apt to be belted or even cursed heavily. I'm sorry that I left you there. Now why bring up old memories little brother?"

"We dated. Not openly, being in Slytherin was good for learning how to hide things like that, and we are close. Very close my brother. We can't be together often times being how they are…and the side Mother and Father forced me to join. Brother mine, we are-"

"Engaged? Expecting? Well, maybe you don't have the courage to openly defy mother -may she rot in hell- but Regulus!" Sirius started to congratulate his brother before looking at his brother's face. It was grave, which while he was excited to be an uncle, he then remembered the times and the war.

"Sirius, I'm telling you this, for a single reason and this reason only. I don't want my child to grow up like us, in an environment like we did. I don't want my child to depend upon the charity of her relatives. I'm a son of the Ancient and Noble house of Black. I'll not pawn off a child –my child unto our mother or our cousins either –except Andy, but you know how the family would react to that and how the courts work and who the laws favor. Sirius, I want you to swear to take in my child should I die."

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"Regulus, you say that like you're planning on it."

"I plan on defying the Dark Lord, of course I'm going to die."

"That doesn't have to happen, look James and Lily have done so three times and so have Frank and Alice! They're alive!"

"They're in hiding. They fear for their lives!"

"They fear for their unborn children's lives, the same as you are doing! I fear for my godchild's life, whenever he or she will be born into this war-torn world!"

Regulus sucked in air and exhaled in a hiss that could be mistaken for Parsel-tongue if Regulus hadn't heard it several times. He clamped down on feelings of betrayal; he had betrayed their brotherly bond first by siding with their parents.

"Regulus, you are not going on a suicide mission when your child has yet to enter the world. You can't condemn a child to not knowing who his or her parents are! Doing it willingly has to be the worst idea I've ever heard- I have heard a lot of them and acted on several of them and I regret it! You should at least stay around and hold it when it is born."

"Sirius, if I do that I'll lose my nerve, my resolve. If I do that, then the Dark Lord will still be immortal."

"Brother, how is he still around? I'll help you. You don't have to die."

"I'm sorry Sirius, but know that it is by the blackest of the arts that he is still around and immortal. I'm asking you to take care of my child because it looks like I won't last the year, be it my suicidal mission or from being his servant. The mother will be targeted, she's on your side, the light side and she'd already had several complications from stress. If she survives the birth then she'll have to survive the war and Ravenclaws are not well-suited to the chaos of war."

"I know little brother. However know that if I let you do this, I'm going to place a few precautions upon you. You will know your child somehow, I suggest binding your spirit to a place or getting a portrait done."

"So big brother, since you are going to be restrictive of me, I shall demand the same of you. Your god-child should know his god-father. You will take him or her in should the Potters die wouldn't you?"

"If for some reason they- the brother and sister of my heart should die- another clash with him, some accident, or on the field of battle, I will. However, the only reason or way that would happen is if someone gave away the secret, and it won't be me."

"You and your chivalry, mate. Being bait are we, dear brother? It will be risky, risky, risky with a high chance of torture, more torture, a bit of healing followed by even more torture –perhaps by our lovely cousin Bella, and a slow rather public execution. I hope it will be worth it."

"It will be, provided that if- if someone gets James and Lily- provided that they're not a child killer."

"And if they are?"

"I say extract vengeance."

"And if the child is alive?"

"Then, I don't know. I might go after James and Lily's killer or pick up my god-child and mourn. Perhaps I'll get him, bring him back to one of the Black Properties, the un-used ones, or my flat. Bugger, I'm going to have to get those child manual thingies are I?"

"And if you can't convince the world that you didn't betray the Potters? Would they see you as a kidnapper as well?"

"I don't know. I'll take veritaserum, swear an oath-"

"Veritaserum is expensive, difficult to brew, and can only be distributed by licensed officials or potion masters. Might I remind you that you and your friends have a mutual grudge against the youngest in Europe? He could change it to where instead of speaking truthfully, you'll only spout lies."

"Give my word-"

"You are disowned, -or actually burned off the tapestry. They won't accept your word. The courts will be bribed by more gold than you could scrounge up, the dark families hating you for being a blood-traitor and the light for coming from a dark family. That's if you go to court in the first place. Crouch, and Bagnold –more Crouch than the old windbag- are changing more laws, if you're a Death Eater, suspected to be one, caught in the act or other similar terrorist actions, they have the right given enough evidence to toss you into Azkaban -without trial –no investigation since it would be a waste of ministry monies which would be better used for the war –or so they say-, although you'll probably be one of the few that would fall into that category. Everyone seems to be against you so even cousin Bell would get a trial, but you wouldn't."

"Damn you for being such a pessimist. Alrighty then, if you somehow survive your suicidal mission and my god-child survives James, Lily, the Longbottoms and I, then you shall keep him or her safe, in whatever fashion you may choose. I in turn, shall look after your child should the mother of your child and yourself both die. In the advent of being sentenced to Azkaban without trial, or my name being blacken further, I request a sample of your blood so that I might adopt him or her with your consent, to escape kidnapping charges; I also ask that if could be used to bind your spirit to a location or object of your choice or set for a portrait."

"Or for the blood to be used to hide the Potter child," Regulus murmured to him.

"Or for the blood to hide my god-child," Sirius intoned. "Is that acceptable for you brother?"

"It is. Now let's cross wands and swear to it. I have a mother and child to care for, a binding ritual to complete and blood to let. Then my rather daft mission which you shall not be helping me with, as a way to prove that I can be as brave as you, and several other things including fiscal matters as the heir."

"You say that like I forget how to do this. And what was that raised eyebrow about?"

"As agreed, and as we will, so mote it be."

"As agreed, and as we will, so mote it be."

"Oh, and Reg. Next time you want to talk, don't kidnap me. Send me a letter through muggle mail."

"I shall do so."

Chapter 1- Orion Regulus Black

A large grey owl with molted feathers dropped a letter, upon a breakfast table where a young boy was sitting at. The boy with gray-green eyes gave the bird some food off his plate.

He carefully opened the envelope addressed to a Mr. Orion Regulus Black.

The boy looked over the supply list, ignored the warning about brooms and said to the bird, "I accept."

The bird nodded and flew off, winging back to the school.

The eleven year old child then walked quietly up the stairs. The night before last had been a full moon so they would still be sleeping in and the fact that it was the weekend. That still didn't stop him from singing in a rather pleasant voice, "Oh, Un~cle Si-ri! Oi! Un~cle Moon-y! You'll never guess what this morn' be bring-ing!"

A ghost sleepily floated up beside him, "I have no idea why you're even trying to wake them before noon, and without coffee."

"Good point. The coffee was getting cold, and it's only nine."

"I didn't just suggest what I think I did, did I?" The ghost asked rhetorically.

"You might have suggested what you think you did suggest for me to act on but it is equally likely that what you suggested was not really a suggestion but a fragment of an idea that I acted upon, but plainly speaking, not really."

"Huh?" The ghost said, then decided it wasn't his problem but stuck around to watch Sirius be splashed with cold coffee.