A/N: It ain't over yet! But after this part I will be starting the Alternate Endings of some parts. If you want to see a part with a different ending then it has, please comment the name of the part below! As of right now I am doing an alternate ending for Sirius, The death of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, 'ello Harry, Ron. How's it going?, They've got me right where they want me, Malfoy Manor, The Battle of Hogwarts, and All was well. But if you want any others, let me know! 

Sirius's house, age 7.

It was right after a full moon, and Remus Lupin was exhausted. He planned on stopping by Sirius's house to check on Lauren and him, seeing as Sirius had set the house on fire just a couple days prior, but when he got there, no one was home. 

"Sirius?" Remus called. "Lauren?" Nothing. He wandered into the living room and glanced at the couch. It looked so inviting, with soft blankets and a pillow draped on top of the cushions. Maybe I'll just rest for a moment, Remus thought. So he laid down on the couch and was soon asleep. As soon as he'd begun to snore, two heads slowly rose up onto the top of the couch and stared at him. 

"Yep. He's out." Sirius said confidently. They grinned. Time for a bit of fun. 

"How often would you do this while at Hogwarts?" Lauren questioned. His grin answered her question. Then they began. 

"A weema way A weema way, A weema way, a weema way, a weema wayyyy." Lauren started to sing. 

"no."Remus mumbled in his sleep. 

"In the jungle," Sirius sang, while Lauren sang. 

"No." Remus stated, waking up. 

"The mighty jungle," Sirius continued. 

"NO." Remus announced. Lauren and Sirius joined arms and sang in unison. 

"The werewolf sleeps TONIIIIIIIGHT!"  

"GO TO HELL SIRIUS!" Remus snapped. They burst out laughing. Lauren was rolling on the floor with giggles as Sirius leaned over the couch, laughing. Remus glared at them, and went back to sleep. As he drifted off, he swore he heard Sirius whisper in his ear. 

"A weema way, a weema way, A weema way a weema way."

Hogwarts, Age 11.

Lauren, Marian, Ginny, Colin, and Neville were walking down the hallway. They pasted a group of three Slytherin boys, who were whispering. As the group grew closer, they heard exactly what the boys were saying. 

"Where do you think we got those scars, anyway?" one asked. 

"Maybe he got beat up by a fairy!" another suggested. At this, Lauren stopped dead in her tracks as the whispering continued. The others eye's widened and Marian quickly ran over to the boys. 

"Run." she warned them. "you're going to die." she insisted. They ignored her. Marian turned back to her friends to see Ginny, Colin, and Neville straining to keep Lauren in control. But she broke away from their grip and stormed over to the boys, her eyes blazing. 

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!"she demanded, pulling out her knife, with her wand in her other hand. 

Lauren sat in Professor Dumbledore's office, her arms crossed in defiance. Across from her, Remus, Dumbledore, Mcgonnagall, and Madam Pomfrey stared at her, slack jawed.  

"So, let me get this straight." Dumbledore began. "You heard three 6th years Slytherin boys whispering about something in the hallway and you attacked them. And the only thing you have to say about it is "those pricks deserved it"?" Lauren nodded. 

"Attacked is an understatement." Madam Pomfrey proclaimed. "One of them is in a coma! And the others are seriously injured! I still can't even find a way to remove the elephant trunk from one of them's face!" 

"How you managed all that damage alone is astonishing." Mcgonagall agreed. "Where did you even learn things like that?" Lauren's eyes widened and she glanced at Remus. They both knew the answer to that. 

"Lauren," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "If you tell us what they said, your actions could be considered reasonable and thus, we won't have to punish you." Lauren stared at him for a moment. 

"They were whispering about how Remus got his scars. One of them said he'd gotten beat up by a fairy. They deserved a lot worse then they got. " she declared. 

Hogwarts, age 16.

"Amortentia is by far the most powerful love potion in the world. It smells differently to each person depending on what attracts them. You each have a small cauldron of it in from of you and I want you to record what you smell and what ingredients you think might be in this potion." Professor Slughorn explained. 

"Well, here goes nothing," Colin said with a grin. Lauren smirked. They were sharing a cauldron with Marian, and as soon as the potion was released, Marian sank into her seat, a dreamy look on her face as she swayed slightly. Lauren laughed, until she caught a whiff of the potion. She bit back a gasp. When the smell reached Colin, his face turned bright red and his eyes widened, looking anywhere but at Lauren. 

"What scents do we have over here?" Professor Slughorn asked. "What about you, Ms. Black? What do you smell?" Lauren's eyes widened. 

"I smell...."she began inhaling deeply. "Firewhiskey, and smoke. And...metal...and hippogriff feathers and..."Lauren's face turned redder than a stop sign and she bit her lip. 

"Yes?" Slughorn asked. 

"Camera film." Lauren said in a rush, her face somehow getting redder. 

"I see. And what about you Mr. Creevey?" Slughorn continued. Colin looked more embarrassed than ever.

 "Posies, sir, and...." he coughed. "Brown leather...and freshly developed pictures." he admitted.

 "And Ms. Anderson?" Slughorn asked.

 "Cotton candy and axe cologne... mixed with the fiery scent of Durmstrang boys." Marian responded. 

"Oh." Slughorn replied, moving on to the next table. Colin recovered first. 

"So...camera film?" he asked Lauren, knowing that scent was there because of him. Lauren slowly sank off her chair and under the table, her face an unnatural shade of red. 

"So, brown leather?" she retorted, knowing that this scent was in Colin's because of her jacket. "And posies!" she exclaimed, laughing. 

"Is the reason you smell metal because of your knife?" Colin questioned.

 "Maybe." Lauren admitted. He burst out laughing.

Sirius's house, age 6 months...

 "REMUS HELP!"Sirius yelled from Lauren's room. The small girl was crying and he had no idea why. Remus entered the room, bewildered and began to run through a checklist. 

"Is she hungry?" he asked. 

"No." Sirius replied.

 "Diaper change?"

"No. Already checked." 

"Bored?" 

"No." 

"Thirsty?" 

"No." 

"Lonely?" 

"No." 

"I don't know then." Remus admitted, giving up. 

"Well, HOW DO WE MAKE HER STOP!" Sirius exclaimed as Lauren let out a wail. 

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"WELL THERE'S GOTTA BE SOMETHING." 

"How about we take her to the expert?"

"Who's that?" Sirius asked with a frown. Remus face-palmed. 

"I have no idea why Anna left you in charge of a baby. MOLLY!" 

"Ohhh."Sirius said with realization.  Remus picked up a crying Lauren and they apparated to the Burrow. 

Molly Weasley was just setting the table for lunch when Sirius burst in. 

"Molly. Help me." he begged, literally on his knees. 

"What is it?" she asked. 

"She just won't stop crying." Sirius said desperately. "We're out of ideas." 

"Let me see her." Molly insisted as Remus walked in with the screaming baby. Molly took the child and examined her. "Of course. She's teething." Molly proclaimed. 

"Ah." Sirius said, turning to Remus like this was the most obvious thing in the world. Then he turned back to Molly with a blank expression on his face. "What does that mean?" he asked. Remus face palmed again as Molly gave Lauren a biscuit to chew on. She took it eagerly and gnawed on it. 

"It means she's growing teeth you idiot." Remus explained.

 "Ohhhh."Sirius said again. Molly looked back and forth between them. 

"Anytime you have a problem,you come straight to me, alright?" she ordered. They nodded. 

"Just one more question." Sirius promised. "How do you change a diaper?"

Sirius's house, age 8 months...

"Padfoot." Sirius said firmly, grabbing the bars of the playpen. "Say it." Lauren stared at him intently with her shining blue lightning ears. 

"What about Mooney?" Remus tried. Nothing. 

"Come on Lauren, say it. Padfoot. Paaaaad-foooooot." Sirius insisted, stretching out the word. 

"puh. duh." Lauren mumbled. Sirius sighed. 

"Why is it so important to you that she says Padfoot first?" Remus asked. 

"Because Harry said Mooney first, so she has to say Padfoot first!" he insisted. Remus looked at the baby and smirked. 

"Can you say Mooney?" he asked her. 

"Moo." Lauren replied. On the couch, Tonks chuckled at their attempts, but was soon trying one of her own. 

"Hey, Lauren. Can you say Tonks?" she asked. 

"Ons." Lauren tried. 

"Everyone stop! She needs to focus on one." Sirius proclaimed. "Padfoot." he said again. Nothing. Lauren glanced around as Mad-eye Moody came into the room. 

"Would you all stop wasting your time on this?" he ordered. Lauren stared at him and smiled. 

"Ma - i - Moody!" she exclaimed happily. Everyone's heads whipped around to Lauren. 

"Did she just say Mad-eye Moody?" Tonks asked in disbelief. Mad-eye stared at the little girl. His name was her first word? Sirius lost it. 

"YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! SHE CAN'T SAY MOONEY OR PADFOOT BUT SHE CAN SAY MAD-EYE MOODY!" he yelled. Remus was mad too. 

"I MEAN ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!" he yelled. "I KNOW I USED TO BUT STILL!"

A/N: There will be another one of these...