She dropped to the couch. This couldn't be happening. Hadn't they beaten him years ago? Years ago when she quit the order. Years ago when she moved away from the magic world. Yes, the year that she was so viciously tore away from the one she loved the most. There was no way that this was happening.

"Hey Mom!" Miora said as she slammed the door.

"Hi sweetie," Myra greeted as she wiped the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

The girl sensed something wasn't right. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Myra let out a laugh. She thought it funny that her daughter, Miora, had an uncanny knack for knowing when something was wrong with her mother. "I'm fine, dear," she said, keeping the tears from cracking her voice.

"Mom, you're lying. I know you better than that," the raven haired 17-year-old commented walking into the living room where she found her mother, trying desperately to hide the fact that she was crying.

"We're moving," her mom said in a husky voice.

"What?" Miora screamed as she slammed her bag on the ground.

Her mother nodded. "I've been called back to work for the Order."

"The what?" She said as she stared at her mother.

"The Order, dear. It's a group that works against the Dark Lord Voldemort," her mother choked out the name. It was time she got over her fear of him. High time.

"Now back a subject. MOVING? Mom, I don't want to move. I've got friends here," Miora whined. Why move now in her 7th year of school. It wasn't fair.

"The Order is in London, dear. If I go back to work for them then we have to move. You'd be going to the same magical school that I went to. You'd be going to Hogwarts," the words fell from her mouth before she even had time to process what she was saying. The memories flooded back into her mind. Sirius Black laughing was the first thing that came to mind. Myra let a few more tears slip from her eyes before saying, "We're going."

Three weeks later, a surly Miora and her mother were boarding a plane for London, taking them to her mother's long forgotten past.

"You'll really like it Miora," her mother encouraged, "Hogwarts will be just like your old school."

"Whatever," Miora said in a disgusted voice. She picked up her bag and looked towards the sunny California horizon.

Good bye California, She thought sadly. It was almost like giving up her childhood. That had been where she was raised.

In truth if she could have, she would've apparated right then and there. But she was an underage wizard. And the laws came from the Ministry of Magic in lovely London. The very same place she was moving to.

"I know you don't want to leave. But, the new environment will be good for you Give you sense of variety in people. Now the wizarding world will be about the same but you know," Myra tried to comfort her obviously upset child but nothing would console her.

"Mom, just stop trying. We're moving. I'm leaving my friends. And I'm going to be the new kid in my 7th year of wizarding school. Thanks a lot."

Myra looked like she was about to cry. Suddenly, Miora felt a wave of guilt rush over her. She was being unfair. Her mother was going through just as much as a hard time as she was.

"I'm sorry mom," she said as she hugged her mother. She could feel her mother sobbing in her embrace.

Myra gave a long sigh as she pulled herself together. She couldn't loose it. Not now. They still had a lot to do. Myra hugged her daughter tighter as she went back to her task.

"Mom, I'm really sorry," Miora said, letting her arms fall to her sides. It killed her to see her mom like this. She was the woman that taught her to be strong even in the worst circumstances. Something was definitely wrong.

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Myra closed her eyes and drew a breath. Nothing could prepare her for what she was about to do. So many memories resided here. Seeing her mother's body protesting what she had to do, Miora knocked on the door of 12 Grimmauld Place. Only to find a middle aged man opened the door after the 2nd knock.

"Myra, you came," the man said, launching himself at Myra. The older woman let herself embrace the man back. "Remus, it's been so long."

Suddenly, a girl that looked a few years younger than her came charging down the steps. She had red hair. For a fleeting second, Myra thought it was Lily. A few minutes later, a girl around the same age as Miora thundered down the stairs after. She was the spitting image of her other best friend, Erin Black.

"Ginny, I swear to God if you don't give me back my I-Pod, I'm gonna rip out your vocal cords!" She screamed as she continued to chase her.

Miora gasped as she saw this display of something just so immature. Miora tugged on her mother's shirt to get Myra out of the long embrace she'd been in.

"Mom, I want to go home."

"Miora, I'm here to work now. We can't go home. Plus, you'll make plenty of friends at Hogwarts. Maybe you'll even meet Harry Potter. I went to school with his parents you know," Myra tried to compromise with her daughter.

The girl suddenly spotted the other girl and stopped.

"Oh my God! I just made a total idiot of myself. Sorry. I'm Bridget. Bridge Granger," the girl held out her hand sheepishly.

Miora took it warily, "Miora Black," She said politely, "I just moved here."

"Cool. Sorry about that. Ginny took my CD player again. I'm pretty protective of that thing. It's my source of power."

Miora giggled, "I know what you mean. I'd die if I didn't have music." At first glance, Bridget seemed snobby and spoiled, but now she seemed friendly. Miora couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something that was drawing the two girls together. It was as if there was some unknown force, destiny perhaps, that pulled them together. Miora knew they were going to be best friends.

"I know! It's my life!" Bridget said, laughing. "One minute, that reminds me. I need to hunt down Ginny. I'll talk to you once you're moved in." Bridget then took off running in the direction she believed Ginny had gone.

"Okay," Remus said, rocking from one foot to the other. Miora could tell he was nervous and she'd just met him. Wasn't he like one of her mother's oldest and dearest friends?

"Who was that?" Myra asked as she looked at him.

"Bridget Granger. That's Erin's daughter. She has two other ones. Hermione, that's Bridget's twin and Amelia."

Myra smacked her head in remembrance.

"Erin! How is she? Is she here?"

Remus looked uncomfortable.

"She committed suicide about sixteen years ago."

Myra looked shocked.

"You're kidding me!" She exclaimed, hardly believing what she was hearing.

"No," Remus said as he shook his head sadly.

One solemn tear slid down Myra's face. "Oh. Have they been living with their father?"

"No," he replied, "Bridget and Amelia have been living with their grandparents until Amelia got an apartment when she graduated from Hogwarts. Now, Hermione's with them too."

Myra looked down to her side and realized she had not yet introduced her own daughter. "This is Miora. Miora this is Remus Lupin. I went to school with him, too."

"Hi," Miora said as she smiled and stuck out her hand. Myra looked at Remus and wondered if he knew what she knew about the two girls.

"It's nice to meet you Miora," Remus grasped her hand and shook it. He then looked up and met Myra's eyes, "Your daughter, right? She's got Sirius's eyes."

"Unfortunately. It's hard to deny those eyes. Love them though. Remind me of him every time I see her," Myra said fondly.

Remus started to shift uncomfortably again. "You know he's coming back here in about a week or so, right?"

Myra dropped her bags in shock.

"He's what?" She exclaimed.

"Coming here," Remus repeated. "You do remember this house, right?"

Myra nodded slowly.

"Of course I do," She glanced around. It was almost exactly as she remembered it, cold and foreboding.

His parents never did like her. Mostly because she wasn't a pureblood. Nor was she half. She was muggle born. Her sister, her twin sister, hadn't had powers. She hadn't been graced with the struggles that the wizards had gone through when Voldemort had come to power. She stopped at that thought. Voldemort. His parents had been a big supporter of the Dark Lord.

"Mom, come on," Miora tried to move her mom. But her mom wouldn't budge. She wouldn't come from the memories that had encompassed her mind. "Mom." Miora gave up and picked up her mother's bags and took them inside to the room Remus had indicated to find that half the room was already decorated.

"Finally," Bridget said as she walked into the room triumphantly, cd player in hand. "Oh, so you're my room mate? They told me someone else would be moving in but I wasn't sure. I've been alone all summer. This will be so much fun. It'll be like a sleepover every night!"

"This might seem like a weird question and terribly off of topic. But, do you have any idea why my mom is acting so strange? I mean, she cries every time I mention her years at Hogwarts. She just sat there staring at the door, looking like she was about to cry. And the look in her eyes when that Remus guy mention some guy named Sirius. It's just...it's confusing. My mom's always been strong and then all of a sudden I'm slammed with an emo mom," Miora said, feeling this question was totally out of place.

"I know only a few things and this is only from eavesdropping and being in the right place at the right time. Like I know that your mom and Sirius had a really good relationship. I think they were even married, but no one's ever confirmed or denied this bit of information. He was convicted for murder and sent to Azkaban, the wizarding prison," Bridget added when she saw the puzzled look on Miora's face, "Remus says it's wrong and he was innocent. But I don't get much from Remus. He doesn't talk much about him and your mom. Even less about mine and I know they went to school together," Bridget said, sitting down on her bed.

Miora sighed and sat down on the bed across the room from Bridget's. "Thanks."

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"Myra," Remus shook her by the shoulders, bringing her from her memories and thoughts. "Myra, let me show you your room. Miora already put your things in there." Remus then caught her hand and pulled her into the old house. He then lead her upstairs and to the room that Sirius used to live in. "I'm sorry, but it's the only one we have available. Ginny and Hermione stay together, Harry and Ron, Fred and George, Bridget and now Miora, and I'm staying Sirius when he gets back."

"It's okay," Myra assured him, though she herself didn't believe the words that came out of her mouth. So many terrible memories came flooding back to her. All the emotions that she had held down had suddenly made their way through the emotional dam that was suppressing them.

She couldn't help but look around the room. It looked almost identical to how it was when she came over for parts of the summer. The bed was in the same place, dirty laundry was everywhere (a testimony that he didn't know she was staying in his room), and his gel still littered his desk. But one thing stared her in the face. Something that was so blatantly different that she couldn't help but notice it. She gulped. Sirius wasn't there.

"So, how long have you been here?" Miora asked as she put her clothes away in her dresser.

"About two years," Bridget sighed and pushed a streaked piece of auburn hair out of her face, "My sister finally got an apartment here and decided that she wanted me to chill with her. Eventually, Hermione came to live with us too. I just moved here this summer. My sister is working for the Order. So is her husband, Oliver. I was supposed to share a room with Hermione, but I threw a fit and Remus didn't want to deal with it, so I got the room to myself, until now. That's okay though, I just didn't want to share a room with my sister. She's no fun."

"Awesome," The other girl paused, thought for a moment, and then a mischievous grin spread across her face, "So, what are the guys like?"

Bridget giggled. "You really want to know?"

"Well duh!" Miora said, as if it was obvious.

"There's this guy named Draco Malfoy. He's totally hot. The bitch from Hell Pansy Parkinson, is trying to steal him from me."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

Bridget looked around, and then closed the door.

"Can you keep a secret?"

Miora nodded excitedly. She felt like she was back in elementary school.

"I'm engaged to him!" She squealed with delight as she went to her jewelry box, pulled out a velvet box, and revealed the expensive ring that was inside.

"Congratulations!" Miora said while she watched Bridget put it on her left hand.

"Thanks," Bridget admired the ring, "He proposed to me last week. No one knows except for you."

"Well, I'm glad that I was the first to hear the good news." Miora laughed. She suddenly felt as if she was home again.

"Please don't tell anyone," Bridget begged, "They don't approve of Draco and no one seems to understand how much we love each other. If they found out, it would be a disaster."

"I promise I won't," Miora smiled, "Besides, forbidden romance is the best kind!"

"I suppose," Bridget chuckled, "He's such a great guy. I'm lucky to have found him."

"Why don't they approve?" Miora asked curiously.

Bridget paused and thought for a moment.

"His family's got a really dark repuation. His father's a convicted Death Eater," She looked at the confused look on the other girl's face,"One of Voldemort's followers. Anyway, they all assume that he's evil just because his father is. They all think that he's a Death Eater. "

"Is he?" Miora questioned with bated breath. It all seemed so glamorous in a way, like a romance novel she used to read when she was an early teen. She had long since stopped, but the idea of a real life story like that seemed to wake her imagination with the thought.

"No," Bridget said as she shook her head, "He said he hates Voldemort and he thinks that being a Death Eater is a disgrace."

"Wow," Miora sighed, "That's intense."

"Yeah, you know, I'll introduce you to him when we get to school. I really think you'll like him!" Bridget bounced over to help Miora unpack her things. "So, I really think you'll like it at Hogwarts. We have this club called the Revettes, it's me and my other friend Sadie. It's like this group of us that pulls pranks. My mom was in it when she went to Hogwarts. We love to do it to the Slytherins, even if my dear Draco is there. He thinks they're hilarious."

"That's awesome. When I was at American Academy of Magic, I pulled this hilarious prank with my best friend. We were in potions with our teacher, and we were making invisibility potions. So I switch his unicorn hair with skunk's hair," Miora explained but at this point Bridget bursted out laughing.

Miora smiled at the memory of her teacher. "Calm down. Well, yeah. The results were hilarious. He ended up with whiskers, ears and a black and white tail. The whole class was rolling on the floor laughing."

Bridget fell to the floor holding her stomach. "My...god. If only I could've been there." Bridget immediately calmed down. "We should do that to Snape."

"Snape?" the other teen asked. "Who's Snape?"

"The potions master at Hogwarts. He's a real bitch. Only the people in Slytherin like him. But I think it's because he's the head of that house and he plays favorite to them."

"Can't be any worse than Professor Collins," Miora said, throwing one of her empty bags into the closet.

"You'll be singin' a different tune sweetie. Trust me." Bridget answered, picking up her cell phone and glancing at it, "Damn."

"What?" Miora glanced over her new friend's shoulder.

"Draco called when I was chasing Ginny."

"Aww . . . Bwidget missed a call from her sweetheart!" Miora teased as she watched with glee as Bridget turned bright red.

"It was important!" Bridget protested, as she made a horrible attempt to cover up her blush.

"Yeah, totally important. Gotta tell your baby that you love him. That's oh so important," Miora rolled her eyes and let out a giggle.

"You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend!" Bridget shrieked. She then ran out the room just in time to hear Miora scream, "WHAT? And then they were off just as Bridget and Ginny were earlier.

She followed Bridget into a room that somehow seemed vaguely familiar to her.

She had never been here before in her life, why did this room seem to hold a secret that she knew. Bridget looked as though she was thinking the same thing. The room was decorated in pink paint that was chipping from all the years of being neglected and empty. The high canopy bed had a white and pink comforter on it. The desk and dresser matched perfectly the bed.

"Whose room is this?" Miora asked.

Bridget shook her head, "I have no idea."

Miora looked around then made her way over to the desk, and began to open up the drawers and look at the papers.

"We can't do that!" Bridget said in a horrified voice.

Miora looked at her. "Yeah, because the owner of this room is really gonna come back and be pissed. Come on! Where's your sense of adventure?"

Bridget bit her lip and hesitated thoughtfully, then walked to the desk where Miora was sitting. Together, the two girls sifted through old papers, nothing terribly exciting, mostly junk mail.

"Look at this!" Miora exclaimed as she held up a white leather bound book. On the front, it had the symbol on Bridget's necklace. She began to open it.

"Whose is it?" Bridget asked with curiosity as she bent over her friend's shoulder and looked on.

"Some girl named Erin Black," Miora said indifferently as she tossed the book aside.

"That's my mother!" Bridget exclaimed as she ran over and picked it up.

"Well, then, read it!" Miora said peeking over Bridget's shoulder to see the book.

"I don't know," the other girl said unsure. Did she really have the right to invade her mother's innermost thoughts?

"Come on! Just open it already!" Miora said, laughing as she grabbed the book from Bridget's hands and ran with it. "Now you gotta catch me!"

"Not this again! First my I-Pod and now the book. Why does everyone want to steal my things today?" Bridget groaned and ran after Miora. Chasing her through the downstairs and then up the stairs again Bridget wondered why this girl wasn't tired yet. Bridget herself was about to collapse. As she ran by the rooms she stopped finding Miora in the same room as her mother.

"You know, Sirius won't like it too much that you're in his room. He actually told me to make sure that nobody came in here while he was gone," Bridget shifted from one foot to the other.

"Well, Remus said that I could stay in here and that Sirius was bunking with him. So I guess we'll find out when he returns," Myra commented. There. She'd said it. She'd said his name without bursting into tears. That was a good sign right?

Bridget then looked to Miora and noticed the book. She swiftly stole it back from her and hid it behind her back.

"What's that?" Myra asked, noticing the familiar book exchange from Miora's hands to Bridget's.

"Nothing," Bridget said.

Myra instantly knew she was lying but left it at that. She had a right to know what was hidden within those pages.

"Well, I'm going to get out of here. I gotta finish unpacking. Hey, Bridget, you want to help me?" Miora said, pulling at her new friend's shirt sleeve.

"Yeah," Bridget said backing out of the room. Somehow she knew that Myra knew exactly what book she had and what was contained deep within its pages.

"Love you mom," Miora said as she left the room. Bridget followed soon hearing, "That was freaky. Do you think she knows whose book that is?"

"I don't know. But I have a feeling she does. Wouldn't it be cool if our mothers were like best friends or something?" Bridget asked, once again excited.

"That would be so awesome. Hey I have some cd's we can listen to as I unpack!"

The raven haired girl laughed and ran to her new room.

"Are you gonna open it or what?" Miora asked impatiently as the two girls sat listening to Green Day.

Bridget turned the diary over in her hands and shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah," She said as she sighed and turned to the first page.

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Dear Diary,

The dance was wonderful. Everything about it seemed to be meant just for me. I thought I could have died and gone to heaven. Remus proposed to me! Can you believe it? We're going to get married. I haven't told anyone except for Myra. I can't wait to announce it! I guess all those bridal magazines Lily, Myra, and I brought for our sleepover will finally be put to good use!

I really hope that Remus doesn't change his mind. He already questions why I love him sometimes since he is a werewolf. I don't think I could take it if he broke the engagement with me.

I'm stopping right now. That's just silliness coming out of me. He knows I love him and I'll love him forever. At least I hope he knows.

Erin


The girls looked from one to the other. What was this? Bridget slammed the diary shut. It had to be fake. Something made up for someone else to find. It couldn't be her mother's diary. Her mother had never been engaged to Remus. No, she was married to a respectable, non-werewolf man.

"That's my mom's name," Miora gasped, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. She had been joking earlier when she mentioned the possibility that their moms had been friends. She hadn't meant it.

"Lily or Myra?" Bridget questioned. She thought that Lily had been Harry's mom but maybe she was wrong.

"Myra. My mom's name is Myra Rose Smitham-Black," Miora said, moving her hand from her mouth to her hair. She grasped at it, pulling it back from her face.

Bridget's eyes widened as she turned to stare at Miora. "Black?"

"Yeah. My last name is Black, too,"

"That's so weird."

Miora looked in the mirror and suddenly noticed that her eyes were completely different than her mother's.

"Lavender..." escaped Miora's mouth in a whisper.

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Remus groaned. How could he have done that? He put her in Sirius's old room. He couldn't wait til the man came back and found out that Myra was now occupying his room. Sirius would probably refuse to bunk with him, Remus his friend, and stay in his room with her. That was if he could figure out who she was. And just who Miora was.