"Logan," Sirius said as he looked at the lump under the bed covers which was Logan. "I know today is an awful day, but you need to get up. James and Lily wouldn't want you moping around all day."
"Yeah, well James and Lily are dead." Logan sneered as she poked her head out from the covers. "Thirteen years to the day, actually. I don't think they'd mind a bit of moping."
Sirius sighed and yanked the covers off of Logan's body. He took her by the arms and gently, but firmly enough to move her, pulled her into a standing position. "Get dressed. I'm making you breakfast and then we're taking a walk on the beach."
Logan glared at him as she went to the bureau and forcefully pulled open the drawer. At random she grabbed several articles of clothing and walked to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
"Love you, too," murmured Sirius sarcastically as he went toward the kitchen to start breakfast.
At the kitchen table an hour later, Sirius and Logan were eating their food in silence. The only sound that could be heard throughout the hut was the clanging of silverware against their plates and the cawing of birds outside.
"You know," Sirius spoke quietly. "I lost them too, Logan. I miss them, too."
"You don't get it," mumbled Logan as she set down her fork. "It's different for me."
"Really?" Sirius asked, getting aggravated with Logan. "Because what I understand is that we both lost James and Lily that day, not just you. So why do you think you can get away with acting like you're the only one who lost something that day?"
"You only lost James and Lily," Logan whispered, not meeting Sirius' eyes. "I lost almost everyone I cared about. I lost not only my sister and brother-in-law, but my nephew and all of my best friends. I had close to nobody for a long time, Sirius. James, Peter, and Lily were dead, Harry was with my awful sister, and Remus disappeared for a couple of years. The only reason I'm still sane and sitting here is the Weasleys'. They're the ones that were there for me when nobody else was."
"Logan," Sirius sighed and reached out for his fiancée's hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about it that way. I-"
Logan pulled her hand away. "I think I'm just going to walk around island for a while."
"Okay," Sirius stood up. "I'll go with you. Just let me get my shoes."
"No," Logan shook her head as she stood up. "I'm gonna take a walk by myself, ya know, clear my head."
"A-alright," Sirius nodded and hesitantly sat down. "I'll be here if you need me."
"Yeah," Logan leaned down and gave Sirius a kiss on the cheek. She then turned around and walked out the door and into the shining sun.
She began to walk slowly towards the water until she was where the tide just grazed over her feet as it rolled in. She started to walk along the shore, thinking about everything that was on her mind.
A couple of hours later, she was reclining in a hammock that Lily had set up the summer they first visited the island. She opened her eyes when she heard a 'whoosh' and then felt a bird land next to her. It was a Hogwarts owl.
Logan untied the parchment from the owl and it flew off. She unrolled the parchment and began reading.
Miss Evans,
I must insist that you report to my office at Hogwarts immediately, as this is of the utmost importance and involves your nephew.
With best regards,
Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Logan immediately dropped the letter, grabbed her wand and apparated to her house where she flooed to Dumbledore's office.
"What's going on?" She demanded to Dumbledore who was seated behind his desk. "Where's Harry?"
"Mr. Potter is in his dormitory I presume," Dumbledore said calmly, "please Miss Evans take a seat. Would you care for a Sherbet Lemon?"
"No," Logan sneered, "I wouldn't care for a Sherbet Lemon. I want to know what's going on with my nephew!"
"Miss Evans, please sit and I'll tell you," Logan sat down hesitantly. "Now, there seems to be somebody who has it out for Harry."
"What? Who would 'have it out' for my nephew other than You-Know-Who?" Logan asked with widened eyes.
"I'm not particularly sure right now," Dumbledore told her. "All I know is that they put his name into the Goblet of Fire and it came out. Harry is a Tri-Wizard Tournament Champion and I can't get him out of it. The contract is binding and he has to compete."
"Oh, no," Logan whispered. "Can I-?"
"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "The password is balderdash."
Logan immediately stood and rushed to the Gryffindor common room.
As soon as she got to the portrait she said, "balderdash!" and it swung open.
She stepped into the room and looked around. In a corner she saw Dean Thomas and Ron playing chess.
"Ron!" Logan walked briskly over to Ron.
He looked up. "Logan! Er, I mean Professor Evans, what are you doing here?"
"Where's Harry?" Logan asked urgently.
"Um, up in our dorm, I think." Ron told her.
She turned around and practically flew up the stairs to Harry's dormitory, and when she got there the door was open. Harry was laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and Neville Longbottom was on his bed reading a book about Herbology.
"Harry," she said and her nephew's head shot up.
"Aunt Logan, what are you doing here?" Harry asked as he scrambled to sit up.
"Mr. Longbottom," Logan turned to Neville, "could you give us a moment?"
"O-of course, Professor Evans," Neville said, quickly putting down his book and exiting the dormitory.
Logan made her way further into the room and sat on Harry's bed. She reached out and put her hand on Harry's shoulder. "How are you?"
"I think I should be asking you that question considering what day it is today," Harry said with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm hanging in there," Logan sighed. "Do you want to talk about the Tournament?"
"There's always something that goes wrong in my life," replied Harry bitterly. "There's nothing different about this."
Logan sighed deeply and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know what to say, other than, I'll help you though this. Everything'll be alright, you'll see."
"I have nobody here to talk to about it, save for Hermione and she spends all of her time in the library doing homework or studying." Harry told his aunt.
"What about Ron?" Logan wrapped an arm around her nephew's shoulder. "Aren't you guys supposed to be best mates?"
"Yeah," laughed Harry bitterly. "We're supposed to be. He thinks that I put my own name in there and he's mad. He hasn't talked to me since my name came out of the goblet."
"Well," Logan gave Harry a comforting smile, "I have two pieces of my famous 'auntie advice', if you're up for hearing it."
"Sure."
"Okay, the first one is about specifically Ron," Logan said. "Ronny gets upset easily and he overreacts a lot. He'll get over it soon enough, though. One time when he was only two, I was visiting the Weasleys' for Christmas, and I had been holding baby Ginny for a while. Apparently Ron was jealous of all the attention I was giving her and the lack of it he was getting. So he toddled on over to me without me noticing, and the little bugger bit my hand!"
Upon heading the story about his friend, Harry couldn't help but smile and laugh a bit. "And the second piece of advice?"
Logan smiled, "okay, this is based off of lots and lots of personal experience. Friends fight, and for the silliest of reasons, too. They, fight, they make up and get over it, and eventually they fight again. It happens, Harry. In fact, I think I'm in a bit of a row with Padfoot right now to be honest with you."
"You and Padfoot are in a fight?" Asked Harry with wide eyes.
Logan nodded, "I've been pretty distant from him all day, and I was upset over what happened thirteen years ago. I overreacted when he called me out on my moping. That's what makes Ronny and me a bit the same, I guess. Molly just loves reminding me that I helped to shape his 'attitude'."
"Aunt Logan," Harry said to his aunt.
"Yeah?"
"Go back to Padfoot," he told her. "Make up and get over your fight."
"Okay, oh and Harry," Logan remembered something. "There's something Padfoot and I thought you should know."
"You're not pregnant, are you?"
"What?" Logan exclaimed. "No, I'm not pregnant, Harry."
"Okay," Harry laughed at Logan's flustered expression. "Just making sure. Now what did you want to tell me?"
"Padfoot and I wanted to wait to tell you in person," Logan's smile got broader just thinking about the news. "We're engaged."
"That's great!" Exclaimed Harry happily. "Since when?"
"Since early September," Logan told him. "We're keeping it quiet for now though. Not even Moony knows yet, so could you refrain from telling Ron and Hermione?"
"Not a problem," Harry nodded.
"Okay, great!" Logan smiled. "Now, I better get back to Padfoot."
She stood, leaned down and gave Harry a kiss on the forehead. "I love you, Harry. I'll see you a little while before the first task."
"I love you too, Aunt Logan," Harry smiled. "See you then."
Logan gave Harry one last smile and walked out of the dorm. When she got to the common room, Hermione and Ron were talking on the couch. Logan went over to them.
"Professor!" Exclaimed Hermione, who was facing Logan and saw her before Ron did. Ron turned around to face Logan.
"Hello, Hermione." Logan smiled at Hermione and then turned her gaze into Ron.
"You're a total idiot, Ronny," Logan looked at Ron disappointedly. "He's your best mate. You're supposed to trust and believe him, and now when he needs you most you turn the other way?"
She continued to the door and climbed out of the portrait leaving Ron and Hermione stating after her. She walked all the way to Dumbledore's office where she said goodbye and flooed back to her house. She quickly apparated to the island.
Slowly, she walked back up the beach and to the hut. The sun was beginning to set and she knew that Sirius would be worried about her and angry that she left with out saying anything.
As soon as she walked in the door, she was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug that could rival Mrs. Weasley's.
"Where have you been?" Questioned Sirius as Logan wrapped her arms around his torso. "I searched the entire island and I couldn't find you. I've been worried sick."
All Logan could do was hug him tighter and mutter the words, "I'm sorry."