Chapter 1: Remus P.O.V.

"Uncle?" said the small six years old. Sometimes it hurt to look at her. With her long black hair and grey eyes. She looked just like him.

"Yes?" He said. He patted his lap and she crawled up to sit there.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, then sat up and gave him this look. The same look that he got whenever he had something serious to talk about. Now this look was rare but he knew it enough to recognize on the little girl. Really it was uncanny how much she looked like his ex-best friend. She looked and acted like him.

"Are you my daddy?" One little question.

He felt as if he had been punched in the gut.

"W-w-why would you ask that?" He had stuttered as he said this. In fact he was still trying to get his breath back.

"Well," she said her child like voice was oddly strong. "Uncle Teddy-Beddy is Nymphie's dad and she says that he will always be the best boy in her life. But you're the best boy in my life, so why don't I call you Daddy?"

He felt his heart soar as she explained her reason. Sometimes he wished he was still a child unaware to the world surrounding him. He felt so much joy as he thought that she was unaware of the world and only aware to hers and the people in it. He wished she could stay that way forever but he knew that it was impossible. Then he realized that she was waiting for an answer to her question. He didn't know what to tell her. He was scared of her reaction.

"Well no. I'm not you daddy. I'm your godfather. That means that you dad chose me to take care of you if something ever happened to him. That's why you call me uncle instead of daddy. 'Yeah that works.' I thought to myself.

"Well then what happened to daddy? Did he not want me or something? Why don't I remember him?" She said this with her voice filled with confusion and hurt. It broke my heart that she thought he didn't want her. He may have done what he did but I watched him with her for a year he could not have faked that much love that shone in his eyes every time he looked at her or talked about her.

'Oh no' I thought 'that was exactly what I didn't want her to ask'. Sometimes it's annoying how smart she is for a six-year-old.

"No, no. Of course he wanted you. But unfortunately he did something bad when you were about a year old. So he had to go away. You were too young to remember what happened or even him himself. I'm not sure that he can ever come back to be with you and to raise you. I'm so sorry, Cub." I said this all with a heavy voice. You will never know the pain of having to tell a child that they will most likely never see their father again.

"What did he do? Uncle Mooney tell me." She asked, wait, no she begged. The worst of all she pulled the perfect puppy dog face. That of course she had gotten from her father. 'Oh the irony.' I thought. I was so close to breaking, my resolve was crumbling. But I knew that I couldn't scare her. I refuse to scare her when she was at such a small, tender, and venerable age. I wouldn't have her tortured by the thought of her father. That was one thing I would never to. To her and to him.

I made a decided then. I knew I would have to tell her at one point. I knew I didn't want her to find out a twisted version from kids at Hogwarts. I didn't want her to get some small tidbits of the story and fill in the blanks with the worst possible things. I wouldn't have my little Ara thinking of her father worse than he already was, if that was possible.

"I will tell you when you get your Hogwarts letter," I said this and watched as she stored this information in her head where I knew it was going to come back and bite me in the butt.

She pouted and for a second I thought she was going to pull out the puppy dog face again. I knew I wouldn't be able to withstand it two times in such a short time. But then I saw as she got that look in her eyes, she knew I didn't want to talk about it anymore. So she stopped bugging me, I love her I do. But she has this power over me and if she asks enough I will end up giving in. just like any fath-. I had to take a breath. Godfather would do. I wanted to slap my forehead. 'You're not her father. He is. Get that through your head, old man.' I was startled out of my thought when she moved on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and hugged it. She let go of my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek, before getting of my lap to go sit on the floor and play with her toy set. It was one thing that her 'Uncle Prongs' got her before he was killed. There was a stuffed animal stag, wolf, and black, grim-looking dog. They all looked like Prongs, myself (Mooney), and Padfoot. That one had always been her favorite. I don't know why there was never a rat-maybe because they don't make rat stuffed animals. As much as I wanted to say something about the dog, I never did. Every little girl needed something of her daddy, even if she didn't know it.

"I love you, Uncle Mooney. Even if you aren't my daddy," she said this in the sweetest voice possible. It made me feel like crying.

I got up to where she was sitting and bent down to give her a kiss on the head.

"I love you too, Ara," I said this with a smile on my face.

"Come on, it's time to head over to Aunty Andy's," I said already plugging my ears.

She shouted happily and ran off to get her stuff. While I waited I headed into the kitchen to get some chocolate.

~END OF CHAPTER~