September 1987

It was early in the morning, though Snow wasn't one to sleep in when her mother was home. She loved the Weasley's as well-they were one big family-but Loralei worked often since she could remember. Ginny and Snow shared a room on the top floor, and shared a bathroom with only Loralei, who occupied the only other room on the top floor. Ginny was still fast asleep, and Loralei knew better than to try to wake her up.

Snow walked downstairs like she did every Saturday. Usually the boys were up before her. Most mornings Fred and George were the ones that woke her and Ginny up. Snow could hear voices downstairs. She could recognize her mother's easily, but the other man...she had never heard before. She slowly walked down the stairs, careful to be quiet. She stopped just around the corner from where her mother and the man were standing and peeked around the corner for a short moment.

Her mother wore sweatpants and a tank top with her hair in the usual braid she slept in. She looked normal to her daughter. The man, however, wore shabby clothing, and he seemed much older than her mother. His brown hair already had streaks of grey in it. Wrinkles appeared on his face, especially around his eyes. Snow recognized him from somewhere... Was he the man who was in many of her mother's pictures on her dresser? Was he Snow's father?

No, it couldn't be. Snow had snow white hair, almost a silvery color. She had blue eyes, but a most intense shade than her mother's. Other than that, Mrs. Weasley always told her she looked like her mother, and Snow was happy to be told that. She thought her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.

This morning was different from other mornings though. There was a man downstairs that Snow didn't know, though it seemed her mother knew him quite well. Snow sneaked downstairs as she and the man at first hugged and smiled, though it soon turned bitter.

"You gave up on Sirius! You know he couldn't do that!" Remus whispered harshly. Snow could barely even hear the conversation.

"I had to! I was obsessed! It was killing me!" Loralei sounded on the verge of tears. She didn't always cry, but Snow couldn't remember a time when her mother's eyes weren't a little glassy. Though her mother tried to hide it, Snow knew her mother was sad.

"That means you would've gotten somewhere!" Remus replied. "We both know how you get."

"It's not that I haven't been working on it." Loralei told him. "I just refuse to go on trips. I refuse to leave my daughter." She paused. "The day I refused to let it take me over was the day she asked me if I was going to work. I don't want my daughter to remember me being gone for most of her childhood. She needs a mother. She needs me."

"She needs her father too!" Remus replied. "He's rotting in Azkaban, Lore."

"I know." She whispered. "I know. I know. Every time I think of that I also think about those seers from the Veela village that I saw when I went on that mission for the Order." She sighed. "I had to choose, Remus. I chose. I chose my daughter. I chose Snow. An innocent. A child who just wanted her mother."

"But you gave up on him."

"No. I will always look for clues, but I cannot lose myself again. I have someone to live for. Sirius would understand."

"Have you even visited him?"

Loralei shook her head. "I can't. We're not married, and I refuse to let Snow near that place until she is seventeen."

"Does she know about him?" Remus whispered softly. "What he is accused of doing?"

"She knows that her father is a hero. That's all she needs to know."

"Are you going to tell her the story?"

"When she is older."

"Mummy?" Snow came out of her hiding spot by the stairs. She didn't understand the conversation going on between the adults, but she did want her mother's attention.

Loralei quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, before turning, and squatting down to look into Snow's eyes. "Good morning, love."

"Who's he?" Her voice was timid and childlike as she slowly stepped towards her mother in a pink nightgown.

Her mother picked her up. "This is Remus. He's just come back from working abroad."

Remus stared at the girl. "She has Sirius' eyes."

"That she does." Loralei said. "She's the one thing we got right." She kissed her daughter's cheek. "Remus, meet Snow. Snow meet Remus."

"Hello, Snow."

"Are you my daddy?" Snow asked.

Remus shook his head sadly. "No."

Snow's face fell. "Oh."

"I know him, though." Remus said, hoping to turn her frown into a smile. "He told me to send his love, and that he can't wait to see his little girl again."

"I'm not a little girl. I'm a big girl." Snow said, holding her chin stubbornly, and looking so much like her mother as she did so.

"That you are." Loralei smiled, kissing her daughter's cheek again. "Now, why don't you go wake up Ginny and the boys and I'll make us some breakfast." She turned to Remus. "You'll stay, won't you? We need to catch up."

"Of course. I'd hate to miss any more."

A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long to upload. I was trying to figure out how I wanted to format this, and I decided that the first few chapters would be putting a few pieces together. There will be a date at the top of the chapter for timeline's sake.

Sadly I will be unable to update regularly. I have a very busy summer ahead of me going into my senior year full of building up my resume and everything. I will update what I can when I can, but I cannot promise more than that.

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