A/N: DON'T TRUST NEMO!

As I drove my motorcycle to Dad's and Tonks's house, it occurred to me that I might as well have apparated. My head raced, my heart beating fast, at the exhilarating news, and my now glowing yellow with neon purple streaks, waist-length hair blew behind me as I had purposely forgotten to grab my helmet; I wanted the adrenaline rush. At a red light, a large flannel-wearing trucker who had, judging by the bite marks in his baseball cap, recently lost a bet, whistled in my direction. When I looked over at him, he blew me a fat, disgusting kiss. I smiled politely, but in the second before the light turned green again, I flipped him the bird, then sped away laughing.

Once I finally made it to the Lupin residence, I found a nervous, sweating Dad sitting on the porch. Not too troubled, I nudged him affectionately with my foot. "Wotcher," I smiled down at him, which was quite a weird feeling, me smiling down at anyone. He didn't speak, but he let his face fall into his palms.

Confused, I gawked awkwardly at him for just a minute, trying to determine what to say and what not to say. "I said, 'wotcher.' That's your cue to say, 'hello, Sophia' and smile at me like you always do." I received no response. I nudged him again and sat down beside him. The response came then in the form of a groan. Concerned, my hair got shorter, turned reddish, and became wavy.

"Pregnant," he groaned into his hands. His fingers rubbed his eyes as he sat there, and it was obvious something was deeply bothering him. Affectionately, I patted his back lightly with my hand closer to him, which gave me odd flashbacks of him doing the same for me in years past.

He sat up and looked at me; I will never know for sure, but I could have sworn I saw tears in his eyes. "Are you all right, Dad?" I asked seriously, rather worried for him, which was also a reverse of normal activity.

Looking me directly in the eye before instantly looking away, he said, "Someone sent an owl here for you. I didn't know where to send it." As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, and when he finished, he handed me a letter. "Who's this Soren Calebs?"

"A friend from school," I said nonchalantly, pushing my hand through the air to signify it was no big deal. "Don't change the subject. Are you okay?"

"I didn't know who he was," Remus explained, "so I skimmed the letter. My apologizes, but I didn't know." It was clear he didn't want to talk about it, but he needed not act so childish.

"I don't care if you read the letter, Remus John Lupin!" I said sternly, "I care if you are all right, which clearly you aren't! So tell me what's wrong before I literally drag it out of you."

"She's pregnant, Sophia!" Dad hissed, then again collapsed his head into his hands. The rest of his words were nearly drowned out by his hands as they covered his face. "This baby might be.." He tried to continue, but the words wouldn't come.

"This baby might be the cutest darn thing ever," I giggled happily. I had to admit that possibly, after all. Dad was a rather handsome man, and Tonks had a wide range of looks, all beautiful. "What's so depressing about that?"

"No, Soph!" he shouted, snapping his head back up and staring at me. There was obvious anger in his voice, but it wasn't towards me; it was towards himself. "This baby is most likely going to share my - our - condition! It'll be a werewolf! Do you know what kind of life that will be?!"

I raised my shirt to show the bite mark scars that forever remained in my left side. "I think I might, Dad," I sighed. "But there's Wolfsbane. If the kid gets it, then we just put some Wolfsbane in her bottle. No problem."

"It's not that simple!" Remus cried, "You don't really understand, you've only had been a wolf for two years, but I've been like this since I was a child! Being born into it might as well be being born into Hell that you can't get out of! This child will be better off without me.." the final sentence was a whisper that I didn't catch.

"Dad, it's going to be fine. Honestly," I promised soothingly. "My baby sister's going to be the most amazing multi-colored baby ever, werepup or no werepup. Now, I'm going inside to talk to the baby-carrier." Without a further word, I stood up and went in. I glanced back at him there once. He got up and went for a walk, and I thought, He'll be fine. He just needs time.

I didn't know he hadn't planned on coming back.

"Wotcher, Mom-to-be!" I smiled as I walked inside, trying not to think about Dad's pretend lack of enthusiasm. Scanning for Tonks, I found her sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the room. She seemed very solemn. "Whoa, quiet much?"

"Did he leave?" Tonks whispered so low I had to strain to hear her. Her voice was shaky as she fought back tears. Those tears, I knew, would not be allowed to come; Tonks was too strong.

"He just went for a walk," I offered, "Y'know, to clear his head. He'll be back in no time." I didn't really believe my own words, but I was a good enough actor to convince her. She almost smiled, but I could tell it was fake. Her right hand slid down to her belly where my baby sister was, and her left beckoned me over.

Slowly, I walked over to her in the rocking chair. Gently, I touched her stomach and was pleasantly surprised at how amazing it was. Even though it was too early for any kicking, it felt so miraculous that a little human being was forming inside of her. It made me almost anxious to have my own children. "Wotcher, baby," I whispered.

"My little boy," Tonks cooed happily. "You'll love it out here, baby boy. It's much bigger than outside than it is in there." She laughed to herself and to the baby.

"No," I argued with a smile. "It's going to be a girl. I am sure of it." She looked at me with her eyebrow raised. "What?"

"Call it maternal instincts that I've recently acquired," Tonks smiled, "but it's a boy. I just have a feeling."

"How much do you want to bet?" I giggled, "All of the contents of my pocket says it's a girl. That's about" - I counted - "Three sickles, two knuts, a paperclip, several hair ties, and some lint." Purposely I neglected to mention the picture of Percy I had left in there.

"What's that piece of paper?" Tonks asked. "You didn't mention a piece of paper." Her prying eyes tried to look into my pocket, but I buttoned it closed again.

"Nothing, nothing!" I insisted as I pulled away. I laughed to myself, a sure sign that any normal person would have been blushing. But I, by no means a normal person, never blushed.

"If it's nothing, then why can't I see it? Is it a picture of a boy?" Tonks asked, clearly enjoying having a seventeen-year-old to relive teenage behavior with.

Looking at my bare wrist, I said, "Well, look at the time. I better be going. Bye, Tonks!" I hugged her quickly yet carefully and made my way to the door. On the way, I bumped into Dad, who had already returned. He had a guilty look on his face that told me something had made him change his mind.

When I sat on my motorcycle, I didn't pull away at first. I pulled out the letter from Soren Calebs, wondering firstly what he would have to say and secondly how he got my address. The letter was as follows:

Dear Sophia,

I haven't seen you this year at school. Are you here? I've heard students talk about you, so recently I've befriended them. Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Jaymes Black. Nice people, they are, but Luna's a little bit off.

I write because of what you said when we met at that cemetery. About your brother being in the hospital and dying. I asked my parents because of the familiarity with that date, and it appears I, also one year old at the time, was in the hospital for something or another at that time, too. How to put this, I wonder…

Let's make it simple; I contacted the hospital because I highly doubt even a crazy woman could misrecognize her own child. They told me that your brother Sirius and I had been taken care of very close to each other. My mind had one question that appeared to me only because my family and I look nothing alike with my brown hair and my parents both having been blonde. I asked if it were possible for the two babies to have been switched. The woman did not want to admit if a hospital could make a mistake, but eventually said yes. I overheard Ginny and Luna talking. Ginny was complaining that you had left your hairbrush among her things, so, curious, I took it when she wasn't looking. I had it tested against my own DNA. I asked Ginny for your address so I could write you the results; a positive. It appears the babies were switched, and I, who believed myself to be Soren Marquis Calebs, was born Sirius Jacob Jamison!

So, it was not all that simple as I claimed. In retrospect, it was rather elaborate. To put it plainly, I am your brother. I have told the man who raised me, my thought-to-be "father", about the results. He says I am still his boy, no matter what. But I would like to get to know my sister a little bit better. Tell me about our parents. I know they're dead, but what were they like? Write a response as soon as your functioning again from the shock.

Sincerely yours, Soren Calebs (or Sirius Jamison. I'm still rather confused on which name to use.)

In another rushing, excited haze was how I drove back to the apartment. My brain raced, thinking of everything I would need to write. It would be important to tell him about Mum and Dad's Hogwarts past, but, if he had looked, it might have already seen Mum's picture around school. After all, she had been on a winning quiddich team three years in a row (the three after the Marauders graduated, of course. Until that time, Gryffindor was untouchable.) I would need to tell him about our family - ours aunts and our uncles. He would need to know what side of the war they were on, and it wasn't pretty.

When I finally got back to the apartment building, I skipped up the hallway and into Percy's apartment. He was still at work. Instantly, I sat down to write a reply.

Dearest little brother,

I write to you with enthusiasm at your being alive. Much of our family is not a cheery tale, but I shall share with you first the decent side, our father's side.

Our father's name was Jacob Christopher Jamison, Jr. He had two sisters, both older. Anna Jamison was three years older than he, and perhaps you've heard of her. Her husband and father of her three children is the American President of Magic, Ian Volven. Their three children are, as follows, Juliet, age nineteen, her twin sister Lola, and their youngest son, Christopher, who is my own age. He, too, still attends Hogwarts.

Dad's second sister was two years older than him and named Suzanne. Suzanne married a man called Tyler Mabrouk. They had one daughter named Aaren. She is my age, as well.

Of the three, two of them - Dad and Suzanne - were Slytherins. The oldest, Anna, was in Ravenclaw. Their mother was from America. Their father, Jacob Christopher Jamison, Sr., was from Germany. Grandmother still lives California, but unfortunately, Grandfather committed suicide before we were born.

And now on to Mother's dark side. Mum was born Sarabelle Venus Black, third child of four. All of her siblings were sisters, but they had two boy cousins to talk to.

Mum's oldest sister was a familiar face if you've seen wanted ads. Her name was Bellatrix Black, and she was - is - ten years older than Mum. Bellatrix used to be all about making her family proud, but nowadays, she only cares about herself and her Master. She and her husband have no children.

Next was Andromeda. She was nine years older than Mum. We're supposedly not allowed to be in contact with her because she married a muggle. Andromeda and Ted have one daughter, Nymphadora (Tonks) Lupin, who is expecting her own baby.

Mum was third. Mum had the gift of being a megamorphmagius like me and Tonks. She could change her appearance, but typically she looked as follows: blonde hair, sky blue eyes with white that seemed to roll over like clouds, an amazing smile, and a sweet laugh. She died shortly after your supposed death. It was declares suicide, but I blame Aunt Bella Dearest.

Last was Mum's twin sister. Technically, they were the same age, but, as Mum liked to point out, Narcissa was nine minutes and forty-three seconds younger. Narcissa married a particular Lucius Malfoy and has one child, and I expect you know him. Draco Malfoy is his name.

Our grandparents are not the kindest people. Druella and Cygnus Black are out of my contact. I'm not even sure if they are aware she died, and if they are, it is only by Narcissa's hand. When Mum visited them, she went without me or Dad, saying she didn't want us to know where they were. I met them only once when I was at Draco's house for a play date. When Mum found out, she was furious. We could not contact them if we wanted to.

Mum and her sisters had two amazing cousins. The first was the late Sirius Black, who I must tell you a deeper truth about, and his little brother, Regulus.

Sirius wasn't what you think; he did no crimes except tease my godfather Severus Snape nearly to the point of insanity during his school years. Sirius was an innocent man. It was his friend Peter Pettigrew that sold out the Potter family, not he. He merely took the blame. He actually has a daughter whom you've mentioned; Jaymes. Sirius was and will forever be my hero.

Regulus was a quiet, smart boy. He was ultimately the family's perfect child. It seemed the aunts and uncles groomed him as much as his parents did for perfection. Sirius was a Gryffindor traitor, but Regulus could be the Black's last change to carry on the name. Bellatrix tried to groom him, as well. To this day I haven't the faintest idea what became of him. He disappeared around the time I was born.

And this, Sirius Jacob Jamison, is our family. Love them or hate them, they are family. I know you are on the side of the Order, so be careful. I would suggest finding a way to inform Aunt Cissa of your existence, but bother not tell Bellatrix. If you were in her way, it doesn't matter if you're family or not.

Love, your sister, Sophia Lily-Joanna Lupin.

P.S. My last name is not Jamison because after Dad died, one of my godfathers, Remus Lupin, adopted me. I just thought you might want to know.

Content with the letter, I folded it up and slid it inside an envelope. Carefully, oh, so carefully, I let Scraper pick up the envelope with his falcon claws. Stroking his head, I whispered, "To Sirius Jamison at Hogwarts." Scraper lowered his head obediently before taking flight.

About the same time as Scraper flew out the apartment window (the back window, of course, so no muggles could see), a small, cynical-looking owl plopped itself practically onto my head. It dropped its own letter into my lap, and I cautiously unfolded it. I read the letter to myself.

Dear little Sophie,

I have discovered a dire need for your presence at my home right away. It is rather urgent, so please do not be hesitant. Be careful on your way, however, as the weather seems to be changing drastically and quickly.

Lots of love, Aunt Bella.

Puzzled by the affection that seemed to be present yet curious at her motivation to write me, I decided I would go over to the Lestrange home. It was a terrible mistake, but at the time, I didn't know it.