Viktor POV

When we walked into the kitchen of Sirius' house I couldn't believe it she was there I had noticed throughout the years I'd spotted her she was getting more beautiful and I wanted to see her more, I think I'm starting to fall for her. But I was pretty sure that I was dreaming that Layla was here eating breakfast with the rest of the Order. As I studied her more she seemed deep in thought so I left her and went to Molly to get breakfast. "Hey mum who's the freaky stoner girl she's not really doing anything?" Ron asked I could have hit him then but I was also relieved I wasn't just seeing her
"Hush Ronald don't talk about Layla like that!" Molly told him in a hushed voice. This snapped Layla out of her musings and asked dumbly "Was anyone talking to me?" Ron and a few others sniggered
"No dear it was just than Ron here wanted to know why you were here and why you wasn't really listening or well doing anything." Molly said and took her plate and put it into the sink
"Thank you for breakfast Mrs Weasley I really enjoyed it." Layla always was thanking people for anything I had to smile
"Oh please call me Molly and it was no problem." Molly answered. Sirius nodded at Layla to follow him out of the room she did and we briefly caught each others' eyes she was here and I was happy. She shut the door and the kitchen burst out with excitement.
"Is it her?" Tonks asked
"It is!" Remus replied
"She's grown up so beautifully." Molly said
"Who is she?" Harry asked the room went quiet.

Alastor stood up to tell her story. "Yes we all forgot you don't know about Layla," he cleared his throat. "Layla is Sirius' niece. She was born in this very house and she has always shown signs of elemency from an early age, when her father, Regulus, got into trouble with the Dark Lord he his wife son and Layla moved away to Bulgaria in hiding they left no traces of who they were or where they went. Only Dumbledore kept in touch with them, they changed their names and became a new family. They lived in Bulgaria for about six years in peace no one knew where they had come from but they had integrated into another wizarding colony perfectly. Layla became best friends with young Viktor here," Alastor gestured towards me I nodded it was all true "They were a sight never seen apart when they were outside their homes, they would go sit by the lake near their home and things like that. Anyway on Layla's 6th birthday she went home after another day out with Viktor her family were found by The Dark Lord and his minions. They killed her family and attempted to kill her but it failed. It was seeing her family's murder that triggered her elemency her most dominant being fire she even left a burn mark on The Dark Lord himself which he still has. Bellatrix was ordered to kill her she used the killing curse on Layla but she lives on it knocked her out for three weeks. While she was unconscious Deatheaters set the house on fire and left them all to burn Viktor's father pulled them all out and then Layla was moved back to England to live with a muggle family until she entered Hogwarts-"
"And that's when she became a talented witch right?" Ron interrupted
"Not quite she left in her third year and no one had seen young Layla since until now."
"But if she's a witch how much magic can she do, I mean she left in her third year." Hermione asked
"She taught herself along the way of course Hermione she was very studious like yourself and had mastered sixth year spells when she left she is a very good witch." Alastor replied.

Everyone sat in silence for a while as hurried steps descended down the stairs I opened the door to go into the hallway and we collided I landed on top of Layla but I don't think either of us minded. "Hey Viktor it's been a while." she said with a smile finally she's recognised me!
"Finally you're back!" I replied hugging her so hard we rolled onto our sides and started laughing so hard we didn't care that everyone was watching. We got up with huge smiles on our faces
"I'm glad to see nothing's changed between you two." Molly said with her hands on her hips but a huge smile on her face. I looked at Layla with the same old grin I used to give her.
"So are you staying permanently or just passing through?" I asked
"I'm staying for a while but if I do this place needs a good clean up," Layla answered looking around the dark hallway "If I remember this house was never nice but it's a hell of a lot worse now." We all laughed at her and then she joined in. Trust Layla to think of something like that