A/N: Sorry for the wait. School just started back up for me and I've been going through some personal things with a friend's health. I'll try to get back to posting a chapter every day or two, but if it's not up this is why. Thank you. And I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 12

"Dad! Mad-eye!" Jane shouted, running full blast down the corridors toward the Aurors' offices.

"Whoa! Is everything alright?" A freckle covered, red haired woman asked, stopping Jane. Her hair was pulled up on the sides and she didn't look much older than seventeen. A small bump under her tank top was her only evidence of a stomach.

"It's a boy." Jane said staring at the woman's small stomach. Her eyes glazing over. Instantly the woman covered her stomach with her hands, staring down at Jane. She started to back up when a red headed and equally as freckled man put an arm around the woman, pulling her to him.

"What's going on here? What are you doing here Molly? Where's William?" He asked, confused at the sight.

"He likes to be called Bill." Jane corrected them, her eyes returning to normal.

"She says we're having another son, Arthur." The woman, Molly, hugged the man, Arthur.

"Molly-wobbles!" He cheered hugging her back. They both turned to Jane, perplexed. "I'm sorry, I'm Arthur Weasley, and this is my wife, Molly. How'd you know about Bill?"

"Or our other child?" Molly asked her hands over her stomach again.

Jane blushed. "I can…I can see things. I have the sight. Sometimes it just happens. Sorry…"

"You're a seer? Is that why you're here? Do you need to see the Minister?" Arthur pulled Molly closer.

"I need to see my father, Charlus Potter, and Alaster Moody." Jane remembered the reason she had even come.

"You're Charlus' girl? He brags about you loads. Come on I'll show you to him." Arthur smiled, kissing Molly's cheek before he let her go.

"I'll see you at home dear. Your lunch is on your desk. I should get back to Bill. He's with Andromeda." She smiled, much calmer now. Arthur smiled back, watching her leave.

"You really love her." Jane said amazed.

"Yeah, since Hogwarts. Wished I'd been brave enough to say something about it sooner." He laughed.

Her eyes grew wide when she saw her father at Mad-eye's desk. "Daddy! Mad-eye!" She ran to them, tossing the prophet onto the desk.

"Hello, Janey." Charlus smiled.

"What's this all about?" Mad-eye asked, picking up the crumpled newspaper.

"It's Him isn't it? That wizard the stars have been talking about. We have to do something. People are gonna start to think that all werewolves are with him. Mum's already been mean to RJ 'cause of it."

"What Wizard?" Charlus eyed Mad-eye. "Alaster?"

Charlus took the paper and went back to his desk to pack up for the day. Jane sat on the edge of her God-father's desk. "What about you Mad-eye? You're not going to spend Christmas week alone again are you?" She eyed him, worried.

"Tom Riddle. Jane seems to think that he's something to be worried about." Mad-eye rolled his eye, tossing the paper back at Jane. "It's nothing. If your mother does it again tell her that RJ wasn't involved and if she persists your father will explain it to her. Now get home. It's nearly Christmas. Both you Potters should be heading home to your family."

"Christmas is for the person who has someone who cares about it. I don't. I'll be working." He replied, never looking up.

"She died ages ago Alaster. Perhaps if you took more time off--" Charlus started, putting his hand on Jane's shoulder, edging her off of the desk.

"I'd what Potter? Have a happy little family like you? I've been hurt far too much for that." He snapped.

"You've made your point Moody. Come on Jane. Happy Christmas, Alaster." Charlus smiled slightly as he led Jane out of the offices.

"Mad-eye's coming over again this year, right?" Jane wrapped her arms around Charlus'.

"I don't know, Janey. He's been having a lot of bad days lately. They say he's been working here too long. That he should retire. I know Alaster, he never will." Charlus sighed. Jane frowned, leaning her head against her father. She tightened her grip on him as they apparated back to their snow covered porch. "I can go see RJ, right? Mum kind of yelled at him. A lot."

Charlus kissed his daughter's head, smiling. "You take good care of him. That's hard to do with them. I'm proud of you, Janey."

"So yes?" Jane looked up at him, hopeful. He laughed, opening the door.

"Go. I'll distract your mother."

Jane kissed his cheek. "Warn James first. Nobody wants to see that." She teased, grabbing her cloak from behind the door. "Thanks daddy!" She called as she ran down the snow covered road.

She rubbed her hands together quickly, hopping slightly as she waited for Mrs. Lupin to answer. She knocked again. "Mrs. L? Mr. Moony? RJ!" Jane called, opening the door.

"Those kids are going to find out, Charlotte! They're going to want him out!" Mr. Moony snapped. Jane moved, poking her head around the corner to watch them in the living room.

"Albus Dumbledore won't allow that! He believes all great wizards should learn at Hogwarts." Mrs. Lupin argued.

"Like this?" He slammed the Prophet down. "Like this great wizard? That school is filling his head with ideas he can't have. You saw how he looked when you reminded him about that Ministry of yours. He's going to be living off of us his whole life."

"He's thirteen, Robert--"

"Nearly fourteen."

"There's plenty of time for people's views to change." Mrs. Lupin smiled slightly, wrapping her arms around her husband.

"Meh…" Jane whispered, running to RJ's room. "RJ?" She asked, opening the door slowly. He sat up, the Prophet sitting next to him.

"Jane? What happened?" He asked, moving over for her. She launched at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"I heard your parents talking and…I'm sorry for my mum, she was a jerk…You're perfectly capable of working at the Ministry. You should be able to work anywhere you want to! You wouldn't hurt a fly! I mean it! I've seen you let flies outside instead of kill them!" She ranted, kissing him. She went on and on, ignoring his repetitive pleads for her to stop talking about it. "You're completely safe!"

"I'm not! Jane, I'm not! You don't realize what I could do! My condition has more effects on me than just during the full moon!" He yelled, shoving the Prophet at her as he struggled to get up and out of her grip. "Did you see that?"

"RJ, the Prophet doesn't know shit about werewolves. They just make up crap to get people worried so the Ministry looks better when they fix the not so big problems eventually.

"They killed people Jane! Innocent Muggles! Who do you think makes monsters like that? Why do you think we can't work at the ministry? Why do you think I hide at school?" RJ barked, standing in the center of his room now. Jane stared at him.

"Remus? What's gotten into you? Are you feeling ok?" She asked, moving to him. He knew she was worried; she only called him Remus when she really wanted his attention.

"Of course I'm not feeling well! We have O.W.L.s coming up--" He snapped, glaring at her

"In two years." She added confused.

"and I'm expected to ace them! When I know, if given the chance I'd rip out their throats. Just like…like him."

"Like who? Grayback? Grayback's nothing to worry about RJ; he's just a deranged--"

"You know nothing!" He lunged to her shoving her onto the floor.

"You're right I don't." Jane sniffed, scrambling to her feet. "You're right, I can't do anything right!" She screamed at him before taking off for the front door. He was right. Her mum was right. She knew it. She was a screw-up who couldn't even keep a werewolf, no a half blood, as her friend. She screwed up everything she touched. Her tears fell, burning her cheeks as she hit the cold air outside.

Slamming the Potter Manor's door behind her she wiped the tears away, hoping she could make it to her room without getting noticed.

"Where have you been?" Dora shouted storming into the entry way. Charlus took his wife's hand, trying to stop her.

"Dory?" He whispered, tugging her back to him.

"And where's your cloak?" She shrieked, jerking her hand away from her husband.

"Don't shriek. It's not lady like." Jane quoted her attacker.

"Don't you dare--" Dora continued.

"Bugger off." Jane snapped, storming up to her room.

"Jane Marie!" Charlus called after her, wrapping his arms around Dora. It was more to stop her from charging after their only daughter than for comfort.

"Janey?" James whispered watching from the top of the stairs. "Janey?" He asked louder as she stormed past him.

Needless to say that year's Christmas was like no other.