A single photograph hung upon the yellowing walls. It was framed by simple wood, covered by a thin piece of glass. It had been matted carefully, the background matched precisely. And, as photographs are apt to do, it spoke louder than anything else in the house.

There is a thin white table in the photograph, covered by a thick looking tablecloth. The table is set with a plentitude of foods, all of them Christmas in nature. A tree stands in the corner covered with shining silver tinsel. Two little girls sit upon the floor, one blonde and one ginger. The blonde girl is older than the ginger child and stares at her a bit enviously as the younger girl holds tightly to a little doll. The lives of the two little girls end up to be a lot like that one glance.

The television played in the corner of the room where a young man sat, glancing at it every few minutes absentmindedly. His hands he kept busy scribbling upon a sheet of yellowing parchment. He ran one hand through his messy black hair when something upon the television caught his eye.

"Another gas explosion occurred in Surrey today," the news presenter spoke sadly, "killing eleven people, among which were four children."

He shook his head and turned the television set off. As he did, another man entered the room.

"Alright there, James?" The young man sat down beside him, shaking his head of shaggy brown hair.

"I'm fine. Just listening to the Muggle news go on about these mysterious 'gas explosions'. I hate that he's still doing it, Sirius." James Potter answered with a sigh.

"I know, Prongs, but we're doing all we can about it." Sirius looked around. "Where's Lily?"

"At her flat with Mary and Marlene. We're meant to call 'round for tea later."

"Where are we meant to call 'round?" A third man entered. He was called Remus Lupin.

"Lily's," James replied.

"Brilliant." Remus grinned. "I need some tea. You two are miserable cooks."

"But Petey's sure good at eating, isn't he?" Sirius quipped.

"Where is Peter anyway?" James asked curiously.

"He's off with that new girl of his, what's she called? Marcella Ritchie." Remus shrugged. "He's been off with her lately, obsessed with winning her over and whatnot."

"Fan-bloody-tastic. I'm assuming he's not coming then?" James glanced down at his parchment. "I'd better send Kooks a note then so she doesn't plan for him."

"What a dear boy you are," Sirius said sarcastically.

"I don't want her to waste her time!"

"So sweet."

"Stuff it, Padfoot." James rolled his eyes. "It's bloody unintelligent of you."

"And it's bloody idiotic of you to call me bloody unintelligent."

"And it's bloody immature for both of you to be having this argument," Remus said calmly.

The three glanced at each other, the realization hitting them that they were finally on their own. With huge grins, they burst into laughter.

Dear Tuney,

Yes, I'm writing another letter to that poor old room in the attic. I know it's silly and immature but I'm doing it because I haven't a clue what else I want to do. I'm so busy with the Real World, as Marlie calls it. It's so strange to be out of Hogwarts and on my own, well somewhat. I'm living in a flat with Marlie McKinnon. It's been real brilliant so far, with tons of laughs. The boys come over nearly every day.

Speaking of boys, I'm not sure I've mentioned that James and I are still together. We're not living together, and won't until I've married him and all, but we're in love and that's enough for me.

Sirius and Della have gone their separate ways, unfortunately. Della's gone on to Hogwarts for her seventh year and Sirius is here with me, fighting the fight. Della broke it off with Sirius right before she left for school in September, leaving him devastated even though they dated just a few short months. He really loved her and went through a very dark period that, unfortunately, coincided with his own brother's death. It was a very sad time for him, losing his brother who he loved, even if they didn't get along. He's getting better, though. Slowly but surely. Everyone's trying to help him heal and since it's only October, he's still got a lot of healing left to do.

Remus is still a confirmed bachelor, though he's dated a few girls here and there. He says there haven't been any to whom he's felt close enough to confess his biggest secret, which I understand. It'd be a pretty difficult conversation to have to up and say, "Oh yeah darling, I'm a werewolf. Do you want dessert?" He's handled it all wonderfully though, joking that if his soul mate is around the corner then he must be walking in circles.

Mary's besotted (isn't that a lovely word?) with, you won't believe it, Donnelly McKinnon! She met up with him when he called at our flat and she was there. She fancied him from the moment his 6'2" of gorgeousness walked in. Well he fancied her too and there you are, a brand new couple. They live in a flat together, something Marlie kind of disapproves of.

Speaking of Marlie, she's remained an old lonely witch, as she calls herself. She works for the Order too. She's not really lonely though. She's also seeing someone but she's not nearly as besotted as Mary. Marlene's just dating him because she needs a date for poker night, or so she says. She's also been busy trying to, you know, save the world and all. She's such a brave girl.

Peter's got a new girl too, someone called Marcella Ritchie. There's a terrible load of the letter "M" in what my friends' are called, isn't there? It's so strange. But I digress. Peter's in love, or so he says. He's kept fairly busy with his new relationship, ignoring his friends even. James says it's healthy for Peter to have a new girl since he's been pretty alone since forever and a day. I just think it's rather odd to know that Peter Pettigrew is no longer a lonely old codger.

Tuney, do you remember that old photograph Mum had framed when we were little? It was of you and me when we were little. We're laughing in it, giggling about some nonsense during Christmastime. You've already unwrapped your presents and are watching me unwrap my doll. Do you remember which one I'm talking about? I found it the other day, wrapped in my old robes. I've hung it in my bedroom, upon the wall.

Our flat is brilliant. The entrance is so bright and colorful. We've only got two rooms and a sitting room-kitchen but it's lovely. Marlie has her own room and I've got mine. We spend a lot of time in the kitchen though. Marlie's a brilliant chef.

Well Petunia, I've got to go. James, Remus, Mary, and Sirius are coming over for tea.

Love,

Lily

Author's Note: This is planned as a sequel to One Thousand Eighty. Read and Review, if you please. I'll try and update as often as I can.