Sirius' Daughter Chapter Three:

The Burrow

Nervously, I glanced at Luna who stood next to me, her usual calm look settled upon her face. A few short meters away the home where the Weasley's resided stood towering over me. Already, many of the Weasley's had entered, and with Luna's help she and I Apparated together to the property.

Harry turned to look at us, his good friends standing next to him. "Come on," he said, a smile playing on his lips.

I glanced at Luna again, and this time she met my eye. "It's all right, they are very nice." She told me innocently.

Slowly my hand traveled up to the locket hanging around my neck, and I held it tightly praying that it would be all right. Nerves gripped my stomach as I walked with Luna towards the back door of the home. A plaque just above the door red: The Burrow. An interesting name, I thought as Harry opened the door and let us all pass. Ahead of me stood Ginny and Ron, his arm tightly around Hermione.

We came into a small kitchen that was all ready crowded with redheads sitting at a long table, all men, their heads bent downward. Mrs. Weasley stood near the stove, making food, and I guess it was the only way she could keep herself busy.

"We'll sit in the living room," Ron said tonelessly to his mother as she looked up at us. She merely nodded, a faint, short smile appearing on her lips.

I followed the group through the kitchen and into a much more bigger room where two large couches were surrounded my chairs all facing a large fireplace. Each member of the group took a seat; Ron, Hermione and Neville taking up one couch; Luna, Ginny and Harry taking the other. Unsure of where to sit, I sat in one of the lowly chairs furthest from the others.

Once I had sat down – a quite embarrassing task as the chair groaned under my weight- I realized at once that everyone was staring at me. My cheeks burned lightly, and I glanced at Luna for help.

"Erm," Harry started, and I quickly changed to look at him. "I told them who you are." He began to explain. I nodded. "And we really just wanted to know, was… erm… how?"

I nodded again. "Oh," I said, shifting in my seat uncomfortable. "Well," I started, "I guess I should start at the beginning. My mother, Sylvia Green, lived next door to your father, Harry. When Sirius had gone to live with him, he and James went on many explorations in the Muggle Village they live near. That's when they met my mother. She was the local grocers daughter, and they became friends. She never knew about them being magical, not until after they finished Hogwarts. That is when Sirius and my mother became romantic. But with the war, Sirius and she broke up. All I know it that my mother became pregnant, while Sirius was off doing things for the Order. But when your parents died, Harry, he went to my mother's and told her. I was one than, asleep up in my bedroom. My mother had tried to tell Sirius about me, but he wouldn't listen. He was talking about killing Peter; avenging his friend's deaths, and left. My mother never saw him again, but had received a letter from the Ministry of Magic telling her of his arrest.

"She raised me alone, and eleven years later I got a letter from Hogwarts. I never knew anything about Sirius except his name, and when I was thirteen I met him while he was escaping. Erm," I said looking at Luna. She gave me a short nod, and I took a breath. "I ended up living with him up in the mountains for most of the summer. I didn't know he was my father until after the first week. But I put two and two together, and I realized that was why Dumbledore had been fine with me staying there; why he had helped me stay there." I finished looking around at everyone's stunned faces.

I looked at Harry, and had almost a dazed look upon his face. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know what to say. It was beginning to get uncomfortable under their stares, and I looked to Luna once again for help.

"Well that clears it up," she said brightly.

"I have one question," Hermione blinked at me. "How did you meet while he was escaping?" she inquired.

"Um," I started thinking very hard for an answer that did not reveal the truth. "Well, I was standing in the astronomy tower – I've always liked the stars – and while I was looking out at the sky I mis-planted my feet, and I fell. It was a miracle that Sirius had been there – he caught me mid-air." I finished.

Hermione looked at my suspiciously, but after a few minutes, she nodded as if that told the whole world I was telling the truth.

"She does look like him," Ginny said, "So we know she's not lying about that."

"She looks like Dora," said a voice from the doorway.

My snapped over to the doorway and I saw Andromeda standing there, her chin slightly in the air. She moved in quietly, and behind her I spotted Teddy being held tightly in Mrs. Weasley's arms.

"She is my cousin's daughter, but she looks like my daughter." Andromeda said, than looked around at them all. "Will you please excuse Monica; I wish to speak with her?"

The others just nodded, glancing at each other. I was thankful for the escape, and quickly stood up and followed Andromeda who was already leaving the room. We walked through the kitchen, the people in their glanced up at us as we walked through.

"You can use the den downstairs," Mrs. Weasley told us.

"Thank you," Andromeda said and began to walk down the stairs. They groaned under our weight, but it wasn't long until we found ourselves in a room larger then the living room. It was warm, and cozy, but I did not have long to take in my surrounds before Andromeda turned to me.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

I blinked at her, wondering why on Earth she was asking me this, but I nodded. "Yes, I am fine." I told her masking the truth. "Are you?" I asked.

Her eyes darted away from mine, and at the surrounds around us. "I am," she said confidently, though I could see right through it. It was the kind of thing Sirius would do; it was something I could do. "I have bigger things to worry about right now." She said, and I watched as her eyes glanced above us.

I understood. "He will be happy, if he has Harry in his life." I said, now glancing upwards as well.

"He will be happy if you are in his life." Andromeda said, now looking straight at me.

I stared at her. "What do you mean?"

"I already spoke to your mother, at the Funeral. I've heard that you have received a job as a photographer at the Daily Prophet. Congratulations," she said.

"Yes, I have, and thank you. But what does that have to do with me being in Teddy's life?" I asked, my brows furrowing in bewilderment.

"Well," Andromeda began, "As you live in Wales it would be a pain to have to Floo such a long distance – your mother has told me of your hate of Apparating. I am offering that you come live with me in Oxford until you are making enough pay to live on your own." She finished, waiting for an answer.

A wave of emotion came over me. The idea of moving into Andromeda's home was a brilliant idea to me, but leaving my mother and Grandmother alone in Wales was less than attractive. Glancing up at Andromeda, I thought for a moment. Why did she want me to move in with her? When I had been there before, even after she learned my identity, she had always seemed to act as if I was some great pain. But now, she seemed so eager for me to live with her. Was it because of my resemblance to Tonks or because she really just wanted Teddy to have someone he loved so much around.

Thinking of Teddy seemed to confirm my decision in my head. Looking at Andromeda, I nodded. "I love the idea, but I just need to speak with my mother first, and than I will make my decision. Is that all right?"

Andromeda nodded, no emotion showing on her face. What ever happiness she felt, it did not overcome the sadness. In a surprise move, Andromeda reached out and hugged me. It took me a few seconds to react but I wrapped my arms around her for the last few seconds of the hug. Andromeda pulled away, seeming to be not used to the show of emotions, and gave me a small smile.

"You will write soon?" she asked.

I nodded, "As soon as I have talked with my mother."

"Well, I must be going. It's nearing time for dinner, and I am sure Teddy is tired after being held by so many people today." She said, and turned to the stairs.

I followed her in silence and once again when we entered the kitchen; the redheads all looked up at me for a few seconds – all but one.

"Will you not stay for dinner, Andromeda?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she handed Teddy back to his Grandmother.

"No, I'm sorry Molly; I have some things I need to take care of." She explained.

Harry entered the kitchen, and everyone's eyes fell upon him. "Mrs. Tonks," he started looking a little unsurely. "I was wondering, er, could I possibly care for Teddy tonight again?"

To my surprised Andromeda did not argue against the idea. In fact she even smiled at Harry, and nodded. "I think he would like that." Andromeda said, and I watched in shock as she placed Teddy in his arms. Teddy stared up at Harry, his hair turning a bright colour of magenta. "I will be back tomorrow to get him at four o'clock." She said, than turned to me. "Speak to you soon, Monica."

I nodded, unable to find my voice. After a few short goodbyes Andromeda left the Burrow, Teddy still in Harry's arms.

"Well, Monica," Mrs. Weasley said after a long silence. "Do you like pork?"

The dinner had been a silent affair; little talk had filled the air, mainly Fleur and Hermione trying to make conversation between those who were not Weasley's. They would often ask about me, but I was fine with it; they asked nothing to personal or about Sirius.

I wasn't sure when I was going to leave and go home, but when it reached nine o'clock, and Teddy was fast asleep in the Weasley's old cradle upstairs I announced that I was leaving. Hugging Luna goodbye – and to my surprise Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Ginny as well – I stepped outside and into their back garden.

With Anti-Apparating spells, and that I still hadn't had the Floo network set up in my home, I had to Apparate just off of the Weasley property. As I stepped down the few short steps from the back door, and made my way through the garden and I stopped in my tracks, surprise taking over.

A few meters ahead of me a dark figure sat in front of what I made out to be a small pond. George Weasley. He sat forlorn, his head bent up to the sky where a full moon shone. I could see dimly the spot where his ear once had been. Following his gaze, I looked up to the full moon. At least that is one misery Remus will never have to go through again.

"You're Sirius' daughter," George's voice rippled through every inch of my body, and my head snapped to him. He was looking at me, though he still sat, his arms wrapped tightly around her legs.

I didn't say anything. His voice was full of emotions that I knew very well. I could tell that he was hiding them, beneath the façade of what I called 'no-tone'. I was the Queen of using that, as I had used hundreds of times before.

"You're George, right?" I said as I moved closer to where he sat. I had no idea what made me do it, why I wanted to speak with him. I suppose it was due to the over-whelming feeling of loss that I understood so well, and I wanted to at least let him have someone he could speak to. Over the few hours I had spent at the Burrow he had spoken few times, and it only being one or two word sentences.

"You were at the funeral –you know who I am." He replied, turning his head back forward, and stared at the pond.

He didn't glance my way as I sat down next to him. "You're right; I do know you, from school."

"I don't recognize you." He said in the same voice he had before, but he faced me this time, looking straight into my eyes.

I shrugged, looking away, finding his stare to intense. "I was in Slytherin, the Black blood took over." I said grinning a little.

I looked over at him, and though he was not smiling I could see something twinkle in his eye. Joy filled me as I realized I had at least given him some short happiness. Standing up, I looked down at George.

"Well, I must be going, my mother is probably worrying." I said, and almost felt that I was talking to myself. "It was nice talking to you, George."

He glanced up at me, and he nodded. "Nice talking to you too, Monica."

I stared at him for a moment, surprised that he knew my name. Than I gave him a small smile, and turned away and headed over to the gate. Once I stepped outside of the gate, I glanced behind me and I jumped surprised. George was gone, and when I glanced at the Burrow I could see through the covered windows the shadow of George as he walked through the kitchen and towards the stairs. I guessed that he was going to bed, and after staring for a few moments, I finally turned quickly, Apparating home in Wales.

A/N: I really do hope that you like what I have done with George. I believe that even though he is this funny, witty guy, I don't think he can make a joke without thinking of Fred. That's just how I see it. But anyhow, tell me what you think in a review (yes, I can't do an Author's note without bringing up the dreaded review thing). Thank you so much for reading!