Jeez, I took forever with this! I totally suck.

I made some small edits to the last two chapters. If you want you can go and check them out and be all nit-picky and awesome, but they're super small and barely noticeable.

Also, I want your opinion in a review: Who would you like Priscilla to end up with? I have my own plans, but I'm kind of uncertain and would love some input.

That said, enjoy the chapter!


Minerva got out a small can of cocoa powder and handed it to Harry with the instruction to "hold this for a second." He watched her with interest as she waved her wand to turn on the stove, then asked shyly, "Am I a wizard?"

A small smile danced across the older witch's face and she replied, "I do not doubt it, Harry."

"What should I call you? I mean, Aurelia calls you Mum-"

"You can call me whatever you find most comfortable."

Harry gave her an annoyed look. "That was very evasive."

Minerva laughed out loud, then answered, "How about you call me Minerva, for starters?"

"For starters," Harry echoed with an amused grin.

She waved her wand again, and some milk poured into a saucepan. Then she flicked it and turned back to Harry, hot chocolate bubbling on the stove.

"I sincerely hope you will enjoy it with us, Harry."

"Who's Moony?"

Minerva paused. "He was a friend of your father's, who your sister can remember because of her photographic memory."

"That's super cool! I wish I could have one too."

She laughed again. It was surprising how much young Harry was like his sister. She wouldn't have expected him to be so open, but then he seemed to have fallen in love with Aurelia (for many apparent reasons that, as Aura's surrogate mother, she could name) and this in itself had made him more accessible to talk to.


"So, what do you like to do now? Still like stories?"

The question jerked Aurelia out of happy dreamland. "Oh! Um, yes, I like writing stories, and reading, and I like my friends Priscilla and Fred. I met them at Hogwarts."

Remus nodded thoughtfully. She didn't seem to have changed much, aside from the ability to be able to carry on an intelligent conversation that very few three-year-olds possesed. Aurelia, of course, hand most definitely not had that ability at three.

"How about you, Moony?" asked Aurelia shyly, adjusting her glasses and sitting up, the blanket wrapped around her. "What've I missed out on in The Chronicles Of Moony?"

Remus snorted. "Is that a Narnia reference I detect?"

"Yes, actually, because Muggle books are immensely interesting. You've read them, then?"

He smiled warmly. "I loved them. My mother used to read them to me when I was little."

"I liked all of them, but the ending of the third one-"

"Has Harry read them? He might hear you."

"Oh. Yeah." Aurelia blushed. "Sorry. I've never been very tactful."

"Neither was your father."

"Yes. I know." This got a surprised look from Remus, which Aurelia responded to with a "Photographic memory, remember?"

"Ah."

Aurelia didn't notice, and Remus didn't intend her to, that he had subtly steered the conversation away from his personal life.


Dinner (hot chocolate and grilled cheese sandwiches eaten in the living room, which Aurelia praised happily with every enormous bite) was a pleasant affair. Harry and Aurelia talked about the utterly stupid things in life, and Minerva and Remus watched with small smiles.

Both could already see how much and how powerfully the two children loved each other. Harry mostly because of the years he'd spent longing for her, and Aurelia because of her longing for a true blood-related sibling.

Harry took a large sip of hot chocolate. Aurelia did the same. Minerva and Remus gave each other a small and awkward smile, joined only by their love for Aurelia Lily Potter.


"This is going to be your room," Aurelia announced, opening the door to a small but nice bedroom with a window overlooking an expansive yard that blended seamlessly with the woods.

Harry stared with wide green eyes. "All this? Really?"

"Mm-hmm. Mum wants to get you some proper clothes because she says that you look like you're wearing a trash bag, and-Oh, I forgot! Stay here." She sprinted out of the room and came back in (in about thirty awkward seconds of Harry standing alone in a room he was quite unfamiliar with) with a small model of a broomstick. "Isn't it neat? It's for you, you could put it on one of the shelves or something!"

Harry grinned and took the miniature Nimbus, placing it carefully on one of the many empty shelves. "Thank you, Eel."

Aurelia surprised both of them by wrapping him in a hug and mumbling, "I'm so bloody lucky to have you."

"Cool, thanks," Harry whispered happily, which made his sister giggle.


Remus closed his eyes and (he hated to use this word) snuggled (mental cringe) into the warm comforter. He'd left the window of the guest room open so the breeze outside could tickle his senses as he fell asleep. He was very conscious of the fact that the bed was obviously meant for more than one person, but shoved that thought aside. There was no hope of that.

Far away, a girl who in six years would be an Auror tripped over her own feet and bruised her head on a dresser.


Harry yawned. He was wearing his clothing still, with a promise from Minerva to buy him some clothes on a later date.

He stared blissfully at the ceiling. His own room… This was amazing.

He got up and picked up the mini-Nimbus, closing his fist around it and climbing back into bed, wanting it to be the first thing he felt in the morning. Wanting to be able to remember how wonderful this had been, because he was certain it was a dream.

It had to be. Something as wonderful as this just couldn't be real.


Aurelia grinned at her teddy bear, who she had named Theodore Monkey Bear (Teddy M. Bear to his friends) for his immensely long arms and legs.

"I am so unbelievably happy," she told him as she combed out her hair. "I have a brother and a ...um... Moony and a mum now, not just a mum and an empty house during the school year."

She buttoned up her long pink nightgown that was dotted with broomsticks before tiptoeing downstairs and taking a handful of Chocolate Frogs the way she always did every night.

"Aurelia?"

She turned guiltily. Remus Lupin stood, his wand illuminating the dark kitchen, a small smile on his face. Without saying anything, he walked over to the jar full of Chocolate Frogs and took a small handful.

She stifled a giggle.

Remus then walked over to her and kissed her, lightly, on the top of her head with a soft "Goodnight."

In response, she leaned up and hugged him sleepily. Then, to her shock, he picked her up and carried her all the way to her bed, where he tucked her in.

"I used to do this all the time when you were little," he told her softly.

"Cool," she mumbled with a yawn.


She had very ridiculous dreams about riding on Chocolate Frogs through a sea of hot chocolate. But she was very happy throughout the entire dream.


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