Rain poured down and a cloaked figure made it's way towards the house. It was pitch black outside and the rain only made it that much harder to see. As her destination was revealed to her, she smiled. Finally.

As the door opened, she lowered her hood, releasing a waterfall of blonde hair. She walked deeper into the house, smiling to see a figure sitting on a sofa, reading a book.

"Remus," she whispered.

He jumped up. He closed his eyes briefly. "I wasn't expecting you till morning."

"Change in plans," she smiled.

Remus looked at his feet. "He's in the kitchen."

She started to move to the area he had directed, but she stopped. "Thank you, Remus, letting me do this."

"I had nothing to do with it," he said truthfully. "It was all Dumbledore."

She smiled and headed down the few steps into the kitchen. There was the person she had been waiting to see, leaning against the counter, puffing smoke out of a cracked window.

"I thought you quit," she teased.

His head snapped up at the sound of that voice. "Sophia?"

She laughed as he ran and scooped her up in a tight hug. "What are you doing here?"

She pulled back, "You aren't mad?"

"A little. Remus has been through hell, but you're here and that's all that matters."

Sophia gave a small smile. "I know. I know that you've seen Harry."

"I've seen him. He's great, Sophia, just like James."

Sophia bit her lip. "Well, that's why I'm here. I'm here to meet my godson. I'm afraid, though, that he may not want to meet me."

"Why wouldn't he want to meet you?" Sirius asked.

"He'll wonder why he didn't live with me. Once I tell him I ran away, then he'll call me a coward. What if he just doesn't like me?"

"There's no way that he couldn't like you. You were his parents' best friend. He took to Remus. He took to me. He'll take to you. Though, I ought to warn you that he's coming tomorrow."

Sophia's eyes widen. "You're joking, that's so soon. That's, too soon."

The clock struck two in the morning. "Go get some rest, Soph. You need it."

Letting out an unwillingly yawn, Sophia agreed. Sirius led her up to a bedroom and said goodnight. As he walked back down the stairs, Remus was still on the sofa.

"Are you alright? With all this?" Sirius asked.

"I've lived without Sophia for fourteen years," was his only reply.

"But seeing her, doesn't it make you want to be with her. I mean, face it mate, she looks really good. Not that much different from when we were young."

"Her hair's shorter," Remus mumbled.

"See! You noticed things like that. Are you really going to try to convince yourself that you don't want her?" Sirius urged.

Remus closed his book and stood up. "It doesn't matter what I want. It's never mattered what I wanted. It doesn't matter that I loved her. It doesn't matter that she was my first love. It doesn't matter that I was willing to give her everything, even if I didn't have it. It doesn't matter that I wanted to be with her forever. It doesn't matter that seeing her now puts me it so much pain. When you're in love, it doesn't always matter what you want." Remus started to climb the stairs. "Goodnight, Sirius."

A/N: Eek! Well, welcome to the knew story, it'll get better as time goes on, I promise.