Are you ready to find out who our lovely girl's father is? Let me say, he's not got black hair, but that'll be explained... Ok, and one more thing. Enjoy.

Draco Malfoy was bored. Really, really bored. As in, so bored he might as well talk to the bloody house-elves. At least that nutty one (or the nuttiest one), Dobby, was gone. He knew Shadow was meeting her real father today. His mother had told him. As usual, his thoughts strayed to the pretty young girl. He wasn't bothered her mother was Muggle-born; he honestly thought that the Dark Lord could shove it up his arse. Just get rid of the nutters and stupid ones, he thought, and I'll be right there with you. Anyway, speaking of arses, Shadow had a pretty nice... "DRACONIS MALFOY!" He scolded himself. "Just what are you doing, thinking those thoughts about a girl who's...One of the oldest in her year?" Shadow's birthday was on Halloween night, October 31st, and she loved it. Rolling his eyes, he tried to forget about the (extremely pretty) Hufflepuff girl.

James Potter looked at the list of students that had been petrified. He hadn't read the papers at the time, but now he looked on it...Lily had a daughter? Was the girl his? And honestly, he would call the girl something like Petunia. It was a lovely name.

Shadow looked at her mother nervously. What if I'm not pretty enough? What if he doesn't like me? He's only seen me in lessons, after all! The doorbell rang. Sure enough, it was her father.

"Professor," she greeted formally.

"Now, Miss Evans..."

"Shadow," She replied. "You're my father, call me by my name."

"I'm surprised you admit it, having someone like me as a father isn't the best look for your family..."

"Don't, sir," she whispered. "It's not your fault." She looked at her father, really looked, for the first time. The man had dark circles under his eyes, wore shabby robes...But she didn't care. She could feel their magic twining, recognising the blood bond. She wondered if Draco, Hermione, Ginny, Colin, Penelope...They would accept him. He had been their professor, was still their professor, and it was well known what he was, but everyone liked him.

"I hadn't known the magic would recognise me as your father."

"Magic is just that. It knows everything, feels, sees, speaks. It does it in many ways, we merely have to listen," replied Shadow, a dark look in her usually bright emerald eyes. Looking out over the bleak grey, Shadow realised something. "And you know magic is not ours. It is Nature's. For some reason, she deemed us worthy of holding power, and they we found blood usually helps it along. Over the years, people began believing it was merely blood and breeding. It's Nature's choice, it was before, and we betrayed her." Lily listened, while her father merely nodded.

"And that is why we are set apart from Muggles, we do not respect they are Nature's too, but simply not gifted as we are."

"Witches and Wizards live longer," Shadow said. "Another way in which we are both blessed and cursed. For what if we truly, honestly were in love with a Muggle? It would destroy us, wouldn't it?"

Her father nodded softly. "That's also part of the reasons Purebloods hate Muggles. They've seen it happen to Muggle-borns, and they stand with Muggle-borns against Muggles. Or they would, if it came to that. But Muggle-borns would simply be cannon-fodder, along with half-bloods and less important, and clever, and magically talented, purebloods."

"I've noticed Daphne Greengrass; she's powerful, clever, but less important. How would they use her?"

"Behind the scenes, until they really ran out." Shadow nodded. They were clever words from a clever man.

A beeping from the kitchen made Lily tear her eyes away from the riveting conversation onto the meal. Hoping to entice Shadow's father with Muggle foods that he wouldn't get in the Wizarding world, they had cooked pizza for starters, fajitas for main, and a gooey chocolate cake for afters. "C'mon, pizza's on the table," she smiled at the two. Running into the kitchen, both girl and man sat down, with the same hungry looks on their faces. Smiling, she placed the pepperoni pizza in front of them, making sure to grab a slice before doing so, because when Shadow wore that expression, it would make someone who could eat for hours run for their lives at the prospect of an eating contest. Continuing with their conversation, the two smiled and laughed all night. Finally, the man had to leave, as his bed was calling.

Lily kissed the man on the cheek, "I hope I'll see you again soon."

"You will, Lily."

"I certainly hope so, old friend."

Shadow ran up, and said formally, "It was lovely to meet you properly, sir. Perhaps we could finish our conversation at school?"

"Of course, Shadow. Now, what have I told you about calling me Remus?"