"I presume Malfoy showed you our little family tree," Sirius stabbed at a blast mark on the wall with his finger, "This is where I was before mother dearest blasted me off," his finger moved across to a blank section under another blast mark, "and this is where Tonks would have been if my mother hadn’t blasted off her mother, and this," his finger moved to Draco’s spot, the only one that wasn’t blackened and charred, "is cousin Draco," Sirius paused to briefly glance over his shoulder to where the others were chatting over their sandwiches, "How did you two end up friends anyway? I thought you hated him - neither Ron or Hermione have any idea either," he chuckled, "Ginny has a theory, but I think she’s standing by it mostly to get money out of Fred and George," Harry didn’t bother asking about Ginny’s theory; he was confident it was some kind of "star-crossed lovers’ scenario.