1 year and 7 months later.
November 1, 1980.
A younger girl with bright purple hair sat at the breakfast table with her little sister. The baby was a year and three months old and was beginning to drive her big sister crazy with her constant metamorphing to match the elder sister exactly. But Nymphadora loved Nixie unconditionally no matter what. Her mind was not on the child sitting in the high chair beside her though, it was wondering away to thoughts of the last encounter she had with James, Lily, and her Uncle Sirius. The child was beginning to wonder when exactly she was going to see them again and get to meet baby Harry. She was in the midst of this recollection when her mother came into the room holding a slip of paper and crying very intensely. This sight confused the young girl and she immediately went to her mother's side.
"What is it mummy?" She asked her in a worried tone, trying to position herself around her mother so she could get a good look at the letter in her hand. As soon as the child reached the proper angle her father called her into the adjourning room.
"Nymphadora, leave your mother with Nixie and come here for a moment please. I need to tell you something." Dora felt her stomach drop. It had been a year, a year and seven months; her almost nine year old mind could see where this was going. She stepped hesitantly into the room. Her father's tone, she could tell, was solemn; the girl knew something was terribly wrong.
"Dad, what's wrong? What haven't you told me? Something happened. What is it? Tell me!" The more questions she asked the more frantic she got and now she was scared to death. Why wasn't he talking? Theodor nodded silently and motioned for his eldest daughter to come sit beside him. She did as she was instructed. Once beside him her father took her small hands into his and stared into her eyes.
"Are you sure you can handle this?" She nodded her silent approval and urged him to go on with her large eyes her hair darkening the longer she waited. "Nymphadora, do you remember when Mr. James Potter, Uncle Sirius and Mrs. Lily where here last? And they told you that it would be a while before you saw them again?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Well, I don't really know how to tell you this…" He trailed off avoiding the young girls gaze.
"Did he f-find them?"
"Who Dora?"
"V-Voldemort. They said h-he was l-looking for them. Th-t-that they had to hide. Bu-Bu-but Mrs. Lily said it w-would be okay…" The girl had begun to sob as she explained this to her father. Nymphadora gasped as a huge pain exploded around her heart."Mrs. Lily was gonna have a b-b-baby like mommy. His name was g-gonna be h-harry. Harry j-j-James... is he alive? Daddy what happened? How did it happen? Is Harry okay?" Nymphie began to panic as she realized why James had made her promise to keep the child safe, he knew, somehow that this was going to be their fate. But what of the baby? He couldn't have killed him. Not a child just barely older then her own littler sister.
"Nymphadora honey calm down. Harry, by some miracle, escaped with nothing but a scar. It just happened last night. Please calm down baby. It's okay. Breathe." Sobs racked her body as her father held her close and patted her hair. Suddenly a new thought stuck her.
"Daddy, where's Uncle Sirius? Is he d-dead, too?"
"No, but he is running. He is the one who told the Dark Lord, they believe, of James and Lily's whereabouts. It seems that he truly was a Black family member." Nymphadora could not believe her father's words but she could not deny them either, not logically with the tears flowing from her so freely, she leapt out of his arms at that moment and ran quickly up the stairs to her room, slamming the door and locking it. Once inside she threw herself onto her bed and cried. The young girl cried until she fell asleep thinking of nothing but her finally promise to James Potter.