AN/ Hi! Remember me? Alright, this is a sequel to the fics Generation Chaos and Through the Eyes of a Halfbreed Scam Artist. You can find them under the author Gothic Valley Girl. It might be helpful to read those before hand, to understand the complexities of these characters. This is jumping ahead about 7 years after those two fics. Those stories were written long before the last three HP books, so this story will pretty much just ignore all of them. I might cite some things in them, but pretty much all of the characters that died, are still alive in my story. Mainly Remus, Sirius and Fred. The story is going to have a lot of flashbacks, filling it what happened between Generation Chaos and now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and any character, places, or things from the Harry Potter Books. I own anything that you do not recognize to be part of the Harry Potter books.

Enjoy!

"You don't need to work that job anymore." Tim told her calmly, handing her a cup of tea. They had been arguing since she came home a couple hours late. She wouldn't tell him where she was, or how her day had been. It was a significant day, and he wanted to make sure she was okay.

"I just can't up and leave it. You just don't leave the Aurors like that." She told him, sipping her tea. She closed her eyes and wished for the conversation to end. They had it before, and she knew what was going to come next. She hoped he wouldn't say it, today of all days, but he did.

"Are you going to chose your job over me?" He asked. He would always try to give her an ultimatum, but he would always cave before she would answer. He was always afraid of what the answer would really be.

"If that's the way you want to look at it, maybe we shouldn't get married." She said stubbornly. She glared at Tim. This was the first time she ever answered that. She watched his calm face turn hurt as the words sunk in.

"Sky, it's hurting us. It's hurting our families. Your father wouldn't want it to be this way."

Sky slammed her cup down on the table; the loud noise of the shattering pottery took Tim's voice away. The two of them stared at the pieces in silence. The only sound in their kitchen was the light tap of tea droplets hitting the floor. The conversation never ended like this before.

"I'll clean it up later." She muttered, turning away from him.

"Where are you going?" Tim asked as she walked out of the room.

"I need to go for a drive." She shouted back. He followed her out of the room to the entrance way. He watched as she wrapped her scarf around her neck and pulled on her dad's old leather jacket.

"Don't, the weather is suppose to get bad. Just stay for a bit, sort this stuff out."

"I need to clear my head." She picked her helmet off of its hook and headed to the door.

"How long are you going to be gone for?" He started to reach for her arm, but she shied away from his touch.

"I don't know." She slipped out the door, leaving Tim standing disappointed and confused.

Skylar was the daughter of the late notorious Sirius Black. She was just as stubborn and mischievous as he ever was, following closely in his footsteps while she grew up. But right now, all connections to him were gone. Other than motorcycle beneath her, she couldn't feel any part of him. She just felt like a weak child. She hated feeling weak.

Skylar started to take random turns on roads she couldn't remember ever taking. Focusing on where she wasn't going was keeping her mind off what she had left behind. Snow was gently starting to fall, making the roads slick. She slowed her speed on the motorcycle, not wanting to end up in a ditch somewhere before she and Tim worked out this mess.

As the snow started to fall heavier, quickly making the surrounding areas white, she sought shelter. Off in the distance, a few tiny lights shone. The closer she got, the outline of a familiar pub made her heart ache. She had vowed to never step foot on that property again, but there was no other choice. The roads were too icy to keep driving, and flying in the snow would have been too painful.

The black dog on the pub sign smiled down at her as she walked to the door. A small tear leaked from her eye when she opened the door, but she brushed it away so quickly as if it was never there.

"Ello dear. A bit nasty out there." The bartender greeted her, wiping an old beer mug clean.

"Just a tad. Mind if I wait it out here?" She asked.

"Not at all. Can I get you anything?"

"A pint, please and thank you."

Skylar sat down in a booth in the corner and stripped off her scarf and jacket. The pub was desolate, the first time she had ever seen it this way. Sitting there, she remembered the first time she had seen the pub, before it became the Black Dog.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Sirius had led his wife and two daughters to an unknown destination for a surprise. He had been awfully chipper all week long, but wouldn't tell them why until now.

Skylar looked blankly at the decrepit building in front of her.

"What is it?" She asked, turning to her father. Her mother and little sister stood beside her, equally as confused.

"It's going to be the Black Dog pub, a new hangout for our friends and family to drink and be merry."

"We have a place already. It's called Molly Weasley's kitchen." Johanne said, grabbing her youngest daughters hand. Little Andromeda was uninterested in the conversation, and started to make pink bubbles with her mouth, experimenting with the immature magic she just discovered she could do.

"Dad, are you going through your midlife crisis?" Skylar asked, sticking her hand on his forehead as if she was checking to see if he had a fever.

"No, I'm not. I was approached about buying this place and I thought it was something fun to do together, Sky."

"We already work together." She reminded him. She started the pop the bubbles Andromeda was making.

"But that's work. That's not fun."

"I have fun at work."

Sirius dropped his shoulders in defeat. "Sky, you're grown up now. I still want to be part of your life. Since you moved out of the house I feel like we've grown apart. You're not Daddy's little girl anymore."

Sky looked up at her dad, seeing the sadness in his face. Her mother had told her how upset he got when Sky had to cancel plans with him because of work, Meg or Tim.

"Alright, so how are we going to whip this place into shape?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips. She surveyed the building a little more. The main structure was in decent shape just a little run down. The doors and windows were all boarded up. The old sign hung by one chain, spinning in the wind. The leprechaun pictured on it clung to the side for dear life.

Sirius brighten up, back to his previous cheery self.

"I was thinking we could do it the Muggle way," he said excitedly. "A little paint and some elbow grease."

"Elbow grease? You're almost as bad as Arthur. If we use magic, we can get the place running more quickly and thus get a quicker return rate on the business. And less money we have to spend."

Skylar walked up the steps, testing how sturdy they were.

"Where did you get that business sense? You should have worked at Gringotts." Sirius clapped his hands on her shoulders, shaking her lightly as a proud father.

"I'll let you two kids work this out. I'm taking Andromeda home." Johanne and Andromeda disappeared with a pop, leaving the two other Blacks scheming and plotting on how to turn this place around.

The barkeep brought over her beer and coaster, setting it down on the table in front of her. Sky looked up, a bit dazed from her thoughts.

"How's business been? Looks a bit slow." She asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

"It's always slow now. I thought I stumbled on a gold mine when the original owner's family put it up for sale. Every time I came in here it was packed. But once he died, I guess everyone that was close to him just couldn't bear to come in again."

"Must be hard." She said quietly, knowing he was right in his reasoning.

"He was a good man, that Sirius Black. Sad way to go. But heroic. Died protecting his daughter."

"Yep, really sad." Skylar grabbed her beer, draining half the pint in one breath.

"Would you like another?" The barkeep asked, blinking a bit at how fast she had downed her drink.

"No thanks, still have to drive home."

"Alright. You know, you kinda look like Black. Same face."

"I get that a lot. Normally it's the smile that gets people."

"Well, you haven't smiled since you've been in here, so I wouldn't know. You running away from something?"

"You could say that." She couldn't run away forever though. She eventually had to go back and face the truth. Her father was dead, she estranged herself from her family, and her fiancé probably hated her right now. Her once fantastic life was taking a spin down the abyss.

"Boyfriend problems?"

"Not to be rude, but I'd really rather not talk about it." She looked up, and gave the barkeep a sad look. He was only trying to be nice, but she didn't want to have to explain the complexities of her life. That took at least three pints.

"Woman of mystery. Don't have to say another word." The barkeep went back to his dusty mugs, and left Skylar to watch her half a pint get warm. She replayed the events of the evening in her head, coming up with much better ways of handling the situation than smashing a cup against the table.