Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with in any official capacity, Harry Potter-verse. I am making no profit off of this or any other fan fiction, and if you sue me you'd win all of $4. So leave off, please.

Long A/N: This story begins with assumed knowledge of Harry Potter, the full series, written by J.K. Rowling. Events have been altered to include another Potter – Anna. This story (except the Epilogue) is written in her point of view. She is Harry's twin sister, a Ravenclaw, created by me in lieu of a female canon character. This is a personal choice, which I do not feel the need to explain, and hope not to be badgered about.

Further, years 5-7 have been altered so that there aren't so many unnecessary deaths of our already unfortunate canon characters. This story will have these altered facts:

Sirius's death -- Sirius's near death, not including the veil

Fred's, Remus', Tonk's deaths -- Were they really necessary?

Remus' and Tonk's relationship -- Never happened

Teddy -- See above

This story was a challenge to myself to finish something. Therefore, it is complete, but not very detailed. It will probably remain as is, at least for a while, but it is just the first draft. Thank you very much for any reviews.

A writer's work is never done, even if the work is fan fiction.

Prologue

It all began in Grimmauld place, before my eighth year at Hogwarts. Sirius had invited Harry and I to live there after it had been cleaned up a bit, and we'd been there happily ever since. After the war, the Ministry of Magic finally began to shape up. With Kingsley Shacklebolt dubbed the new Minister, we could all rest easier; Sirius, especially, was much more carefree after finally being given a fair trial and set free.

As such, the summer between our so-called seventh year and our actual seventh year, Harry and Sirius were rarely at home. Sometimes I went out with them, or to the Burrow, or to see my best friend, Mandy Brocklehurst. Usually, though, I stayed home and cleaned (thanks to Kreacher's transferal to Hogwarts, it was all up to me), read, and cooked dinner for the three of us.

That first day was one of those days I just wanted to be at home alone. This was partly due to my being a 'homebody,' as Mrs. Weasley said, and partly due to my hormones. I had developed more than familial feelings for our former professor, Remus Lupin. Knowing that he was twenty years my senior, and, though we were friends, he probably saw me as a daughter figure, I had taken to indulging in an afternoon bath and pleasure taking. The man I wanted wouldn't be taking care of me. Meanwhile, his mere presence had me weak in the knees, and not only in the mushy, heart-fluttery way. So I had no choice but to take care of myself or go mad.

Harry and Sirius were on a weekend camping trip with the Weasley men, and, presumably, Remus. I had spent my entire bath imagining sneaking out to the campsite and into Remus' tent.

I found myself lying on my bed, towel spread out underneath me and forgotten, the door open a crack – but what did it matter? I was in Remus' tent now. He blinked at me slowly, then lifted his blanket, offering a place next to him for me. Quietly, I slid in next to him. Then he was kissing me, undressing me, touching me. So close . . .

There was a hitched breathing nearby.

I almost didn't hear him, I was so far gone. I slowly opened my eyes, the way Remus had done in my mind. It was him. Remus Lupin was standing in my doorway with darkened eyes and one hand . . . holding himself. I was so surprised that I brought my own hands to my sides to help me sit up a little.

After a second, he seemed to come to his senses.

"Don't stop," he said softly, and began to right himself, turning.

"Don't go," I said, not thinking clearly, but knowing I wanted him in my bedroom at that moment.

I wanted him in my bed, not just in my bedroom. I put my hand on the right side of the bed and looked at him. He had turned back, trousers still undone, and when he recognized my invitation, he shut the door and lied gingerly beside me.

That day, we watched each other.

Before he left, he asked me if that was something I do every day.

I'd sent him a small smile and said, "Same time, same place."

He'd returned the next day. We'd watched each other again, but he'd put one arm around me. Day after day, he returned, only absent when the full moon intervened, sometimes making up excuses to Harry and Sirius about helping me prepare for my new classes. Every day, we went a little farther, finally kissing, touching. Eventually, we made love, a step I'd never taken before.

Sirius and Harry hadn't asked about those of Remus' visits they'd known about, but the night that we'd gone that final step, they both looked at me a little longer than usual. I was petrified they'd know as soon as they saw me. Harry just shrugged. Sirius, though, cleared his throat, still watching me suspiciously.

"How was your day, Anna?"

"Er – good. Fine. It was – uh-huh."

"Good. Did Remus come see you today?"

"Uh-huh."

"To . . . talk . . . about your classes with you?"

"Uh-huh."

He chuckled, as if he knew. More than that, as if he knew and didn't care.

"Good."

I felt my face heat up; all the while, Harry was watching in confusion.

"Why do you need so much help with your classes? We haven't even started yet," he said.

I wondered why he hadn't asked before. Remus had been helping me, though, giving me advice about classes . . . just not as much as we'd implied.

"I'm having trouble deciding what I want to do after school, so I'm also having trouble deciding which classes to take. I think we've decided I need to get a time turner and just take the classes I want."

"You and Hermione," Harry said, shaking his head in feigned woe.

Sirius chuckled again.

"You and your mother. You'll give her a run for her money."

Harry and I exchanged glances, then stared at Sirius. Our mother – both our parents – had died years before.

"Er . . . you mean I would have?"

"Hm? Right. What'd I say?"

"You said I will."

"Oh. Huh. Pass the pie?"