Village of Hogsmeade

1977

"James can never know." Lily Evans said. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and tugging on her boots.

"You aren't with him anymore Lily." Remus Lupin replied from the other end of the room, buttoning his shirt.

"We have to get back to school now."

"Are we going to act like this didn't just happen?" Remus asked.

"Precisely. I'm sorry, Remus." Lily got up and swept out of the room.

A month later, Lily was running from the girls washroom back up to the Gryffindor tower, holding back gags.

"Petula Forma!" She shouted at the painting that served as the door to the common rooms. It swayed aside.

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were lounging about on the red couches.

Her eyes were bright with flames. The seventeen year old boys silenced immediately, feeling the temperature in the room change.

"Lily?" Remus asked.

"We have a problem."

Number 12 Grimmauld Place

1996

Sirius Black was sitting the in the kitchen while Molly Weasley prepared a meal large enough to feed the entire block.

"Molly, it is so good to have the aroma of home cooked food wafting through this house!" He smiled broadly.

"You know it's what I do best dear." She grinned back, knowing this amount of food may not even be enough, with all the guests they'd be having that night.

Just her brood alone was accounting for 5 mouths, including her husband Arthur, the Twins Fred & George, Ginny and Ron. Then of course there'd be Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

Remus Lupin came quietly down the stairs, with a small smirk on his face. He shared a knowing look with Sirius.

"Corie?" Sirus asked.

"Yeah…" Remus smiled.

A few short hours later, a flood of people erupted into the dining area. Sirus snuck away for a brief moment and yelled up the stairs, "Corbin!"

"Coming!" A voice bellowed from upstairs.

Corbin was sitting in her room, practicing spells. Now that she was 18 she could do them anywhere. No more restrictions. This was the year she would finally be attending a wizarding school. No more hiding.

She had been living with just Sirius in Number 12 Grimmauld Place now for two years. Before that she was hiding away with the remnants of the Aurors in the United States. She and Sirius had something in common. They were hiding from the world.

Corbin was scared to go downstairs. Being alone had slowly become a second nature…

She remembered her talk with Remus from earlier in the day. She promised him she would show herself downstairs…

She slowly slunk down the stairs, sticking close to the railing for moral support. Her blonde locks hadn't been cut, and were cascading in curls off one shoulder.

She turned the corner and a boy smashed right into her at a run.

He got up and they stared at each other in a moment of confusion. Corbin recognized him right away.

"Harry? Harry Potter?" She almost whispered.

"I can never get that past anyone can I?" He said uncomfortably. He had been trying to eavesdrop in a conversation occurring in the kitchen.

"I suppose you don't."

"What…what happened on your face?" Harry asked, despite himself.

There was a large pink scar drawing from her temple, in a semi-oval down her nose near her eye and ending on her lower jaw line.

"Wolf." She replied plainly.

"We both have scars on our faces then. Makes us distinguishable." Harry assured her, trying to make up for bringing it up in the first place.

"Well…I'm expected in the dining room." She said, to excuse herself.

"I'll go with you. I'm not supposed to be out here anyways. It's my first time here, I don't really know my way around further than this." He grinned.

Corbin lowered her face as she entered the crowded room. She tried to make a b-line for Remus or Sirius, but luckily Sirius came to her.

"My dearest I'm so glad you decided to come downstairs. Everyone's been absolutely dying to see you." He smiled so widely, his enthusiasm and joy apparent to everyone.

He put his arm around her and led her to an open seat between Ginny Weasley and the Twins.

They all stared at her like an alien ship had just landed in the middle of the table.

Remus stood up for a moment, with his wine glass in hand.

"This is the dawn of a new era my friends. I am proud to have you all here at once, as I know Sirius is. This has been a long time coming, and we want to remember all that we have lost, but also look forward to what we will soon have, and what we have now."

There were murmurs of agreeing across the table. Corbin smiled wide, enjoying the sound of his familiar soothing voice.

"I wanted to quickly introduce to those of you who don't already know her, my daughter Corbin, who has thankfully joined us here this evening. Of that I will always be grateful." There was a twinkle in his eye. There was more behind his words than he was saying.

"And she will be joining the other children at Hogwarts School this coming semester!" Sirius stated, also a twinkle in his eye.

The room slowly moved on to different conversation. Tonks and Sirius discussed advancements in magical shoe polish, while Hermione tried to help Arthur Weasley understand the uses of a smart phone.

Corbin felt less shy every time she looked up to see Remus, or Molly, or even Sirius beaming at her from across the room.

"So you live here?" George asked.

"I do." Corbin replied.

"Corbin is it?" Fred asked, from the other side of George.

"Corbin Lily Lupin." She answered.

"No offense," Ron started, "But, where did you poof out from?" He asked, with mashed potatoes still being funneled into his mouth.

"How is she not supposed to take offense to that Ronald?" Ginny piped up from Corbin's other side.

Corbin finally laughed freely, "No, it's alright. I actually expected that question. I've been living in hiding for…ever." She shrugged, "My dad, Remus, has explained everything to me…and it was important for my safety. Apparently now though, I'm allowed to be normal I guess." She looked up to see Harry staring at her.

"Harry?" She asked.

He snapped out of his trance at the sound of his name.

"I'm fine." He answered too quickly. "May I be excused?" he loudly addressed the table.

Arthur furrowed his brow, and nervously replied, "Of course Harry."

Harry spun out of the room and ran upstairs where Sirius had brought his trunk. He dug through it speedily and purposefully. He pulled out a photo of his parents dancing around falling leaves. He scrutinized his mothers face, staring it down and deconstructing it piece by piece.

He lifted his head and gasped out loud.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Harry. I think we need to talk."

It was Remus Lupin.