AN: Sorry I took so long with this chapter! Inspiration fled for a bit but I caught it eventually and the result is this chapter

"Any specific memories you want to hear about?" I asked the two of them?

Remus shook his head. "It's not my place to ask. It was Sirius who wanted to know," he explained.

I frowned slightly at him; he could ask if he wanted to, but looked at Sirius, waiting for an answer.

Sirius shrugged and replied, "I want to hear about everything."

"That sounds really creepy," I informed him with a smile and thought for a bit. What memory after Flying stood out the most? "Oh! Oh!"

"Thought of a memory, Nymphadora?" Remus inquired, leaning towards me.

I pulled a face at the use of my horrid first name but responded anyway, "Yeah, I hadn't seen you lot in ages and-"

"There was war going on!" interrupted Sirius indignantly.

"I know that now," I pointed out. "But try telling a seven year old the real reason for her 'favouritest' cousin's lack of visits."

"Hmm, I don't think 'I'm busy being a front line fighter against Death Eaters for the Ministry and the Order and could be killed at any point' would cut it," said Sirius mockingly

"Good point," Remus said grinning. "A little girl like you wouldn't have accepted that."

I blushed from the roots to the tips of my hair. Did he do that sort of thing on purpose? Was he flirting?

"Well," I continued, not looking at either of them. "You lot finally came back around...with Baby Harry!"

Date: 15th May 1981

Dora was busy skipping around the front garden with a bit of rope. She wished that she could leave the garden and skip down the path like the muggle children do but both of her parents had put their feet firmly down on that matter. She was forbidden to go past the wall the surrounded the house.

Dora couldn't help but feel envious of the muggle children. They didn't have to worry if her parents would come home or not after work. They were allowed to go to all sorts of places without wondering if it was going to be destroyed by Death Eaters. They could play together without suspecting each other of being an enemy. They didn't even know what Death Eater's were!

'Crack, BANG, pop, CRACK, pop'

Came the sounds of apparition. As per instruction by her parents, Dora fled inside calling for her father.

"Daddy, daddy! There's a load of people apparitin' outside!" she yelled.

Ted peered around for the living room door, with his wand raised.

"Stay in the kitchen Dora," he told her in a voice that Dora knew not to argue with.

She was soon sitting on a chair in the kitchen table, listening earnestly. Mum and Dad had gone over the escape plan tons of times but she needed to pay attention if she wanted to know whether to flee or not. Dora strained her ears as must as she could but she could still only hear bits of the conversation.

"...when you...Dora?"

"Last year...blue...picture. You and Andy-"

There was a lot of shuffling and stomping of feet in the corridor. Dora thought she heard a little whimper but then she heard the deeper voice of-

"Sirius!" she squealed, running out of the kitchen with a big smile on her face.

Sirius swung her round and gathered her into a hug.

"Hello, little one! How are you?" greeted Sirius, smiling widely as he settled Dora on his hip. Dora grinned toothily at him and tried to reply.

"Can't I get a hug too?" demanded Marlene playfully, tickling Dora. Dora squealed in delight. She turned around to see Remus; she smiled widely at him, and the Potters (not James and Lily anymore) with a little bundle. Peter Whatshisname was there too but he didn't like Dora much.

"What's that?" she asked curiously, pointing to the bundle Lily was holding.

"Who you mean," corrected James, smiling goofily.

Dora cocked her head curiously like a puppy; "Huh?" was her eventual response.

"I thought you were smart, Baby cousin," teased Sirius.

Ted smiled, "Is this the new addition you wrote about?" he asked.

"Yes," proclaimed Lily proudly, her emerald eyes glowing with happiness.

Dora ignored the adults' small talk as she tried standing on her tiptoes to see whoever this small person was (she had figured out that it was a baby).

James chuckled at her antics and knelt down beside her.

"This is Harry, Dora." He told her, showing her the little person wrapped up in blankets.

Dora peered closely at the small boy. He had a tuft of messy black hair like James' and was really tiny. She didn't wonder how someone could be so tiny like other children would. Babies had to be tiny if they were to fit inside their mummy's tummy after all. He was really cute. Harry Potter opened his eyes and stared right at her. They were exactly like Lily's. Harry stared at her quite seriously and then, like she had passed some test, gurgled happily and tried to gran her hair.

Dora bent her head back but offered her hand to the little boy, who grabbed in tightly. He giggled.

"He's cute," she told James.

James gasped in fake horror, "No son of mine will be described as 'cute'! He is a very handsome baby boy, obviously as he takes after his daddy." The leader of the Marauders and enemy of Voldemort then proceeded to make funny faces to make his son laugh.

Lily rolled her eyes at the hopeless case that was her husband and smiled at her, saying, "I agree with you."

Sirius and Remus snorted loudly.

"I am far more handsome than any Potter!" declared Sirius pompously

"I agree!" said Marlene, smiling cheekily and kissing Sirius on the cheek.

Remus rolled his eyes and muttered, "Neither of you could be called modest. Let's hope Harry takes more after Lily."

Peter looked torn, unsure who to side with. Silly man.

Ted chuckled, "It's normal to be proud of a son. Or daughter," he said, ruffling Dora's hair.

"I forgot about that day!" said Sirius in amazement

"You forgot a lot of things, Padfoot," Remus teased, his eyes glowing with mirth.

Sirius' eyes darkened, "Not on purpose," he muttered.

That sobered Remus up pretty quickly.

"Sorry, Sirius I-"

Sirius shook his head. "It okay," he assured his brother. He then turned to me, "We were planning on making you be like his older sister slash aunt sort of person."

"That would have been nice," I commented wistfully. "I would have seen you lot more often."