Chapter 1

"You love George, right?"

Helena looked up at her friend curiously. Rachel was never one to ask questions regarding romance.

"What do you think," Helena replied playfully. Rachel grinned.

"Just wondering," Rachel told her innocently.

Helena set down her cup of coffee on the counter. "Why do you ask?"

Rachel shrugged. "I don't know. I ask things like that all the time. And you strike me as the type of person who would want to get married. Especially considering everything that the two of you have been through."

Helena said nothing as Rachel leaned on the other side of the counter. Helena had never thought about it until now.

It had been six years. Six years since the Second Wizarding War. Six years since the many deaths, actions, and triumphs that left the wizarding community where it was now. Six years since Fred died.

Six years since the first real fight between the two of them.

During George's depression, he had left Helena for Angelina Johnson. She was a good friend to the twins, which naturally made her another portal to the memories of his brother. Helena tried to let him go, but grief of losing a friend and boyfriend was more than she could handle. Helena had found George and emptied herself of everything she wanted him to know. George finally saw the light, and rectified everything between Helena, Angelina, and his family.

"Well I'd like to get married… but I'm happy where I am. I love George and he loves me. That's good enough . I'd rather never marry and be with him forever than not have him at all."

Rachel made a face. "That was so adorable I almost puked."

Helena laughed at her. Rachel was a short at 5 ft 1, had wavy brown shoulder length hair she always kept up, brown eyes, and although she denied it, a pretty rocking body. Despite this fact, she wore baggy clothes to hide it from the world. Her personality was… odd. She was adventurous, fun-loving, weird, blunt, crude, strong willed, protective, and rude. And it was for these reasons that she was Helena's best friend.

Rachel currently wore a gray t-shirt ,jeans, her hair up as usual, and was bare foot. Helena on the other hand was wearing a red knee length dress with black leggings and black heels, which made her tower over her friend more than usual. Her curly hair was pulled into loose pig-tails. Her pale skin made her outfit look even better compared to the dark colored fabrics.

"Your so childish Rachel," Helena giggled.

Rachel grinned at her friend. As they continued laughing, a small blue haired boy ran into the room yelling.

"HELENA!"

The two of them turned to see Teddy Lupin crash into Helena's legs.

"Hi Teddy! How are ya?"

"I'm good. I painted a picture! Come look, come look!"

"We'll meet you in your room, okay Teddy? I need to talk to her for a little while longer," Rachel reasoned.

Teddy crossed his arms angrily. "Fine," the six year old huffed. "But hurry up. I need to show you guys."

"We'll be there soon. I promise," Helena said. And as quick as he entered, he left.

"Teddy really likes painting. He any good?"

Rachel walked around the counter to stand beside Helena's chair. "Yeah… he loves it." Rachel's expression hardened before she continued. "He found his parents' pictures. I told him everything last month…"

Helena gasped. "How did he take it?"

"He was sad at first, but the next day he was smiling again. He started painting the old photos and told me that even though I'm not his mom he still loves me."

Helena smiled softly. Tonks and Remus had named Harry and Rachel Teddy's godparents and guardians should anything happen to them. Rachel had taken him in because she had the space . Harry had given Rachel the house, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, when Sirius died.

"We should go see his latest work before he hides it to spite us," Rachel smiled.

They left the kitchen and walked to Teddy's room.

Painted in colors as bright as his hair, Teddy's room was a mass of colors. You could hardly see the white base coat that Rachel had put so Teddy could create his own space. Teddy was sitting on his bed, a red race car he had picked out when Rachel gave him his own room.

Helena sat on the edge of the bed as Rachel leapt on behind Teddy. The picture he had painted was of two people sitting in the grass fields of the Burrow. They resembled Helena and Rachel at age thirteen. It was quite good for a six year old and didn't look much different from the original picture.

"Wow Teddy, this is great. Where did you find this picture," Helena asked.

"I found it in Rachel's room," Teddy said proudly. Rachel laughed and hugged the boy.

Teddy then spent the better part of an hour showing Helena all of his painting, whether she had seen them already or not.

"Hey it's almost seven. George should be home. I better get going."

"Aw! Do you have to," Teddy whined.

"Yeah. But I'll see you soon got it," Helena told him.

"Okay."

"Bye Helena. I'll see you later," Rachel said as she hugged her.

"See you soon." Helena left the house and looked up and down the deserted street. Assured there were no on looking muggles, she disaperated.