Coming Home Awakes Old Memories

Nissa woke up the next morning, feeling cold and alone, after her last memories of feeling so warm and safe just sleeping in his arms; and now she was all alone again and she would never get a chance to hold him again and tell him how much she loved him.

She slowly got up and dressed and then went downstairs for breakfast, not that she was very hungry. When she entered the kitchen there was already a couple of them up and eating themselves.

"I'm going to my shop in London today, if you would like me to take Harry and his friends to get their new school robes?" Nissa asked Molly as she sat down next to Remus.

"You don't have to do that." Molly told her.

"Oh it's alright, it'll give us all something to do; and I'm sure that they would want to get out of the house for a while." Nissa told her. "And the robes, I don't mind; I make things like that all the time."

It took Molly a while, but she finally agreed to let Nissa take them out; and to also be fitted for new school robes. Though she still wasn't completely sure about letting Nissa go on her own, so Bill was to go with them.

They walked to the shop, Nissa had wanted to know for a while why this shop hadn't been doing as well as all of her other's; she was going to find out though. Harry and his friends weren't really over joyed about going to a clothes shop, Ron was quit chuffed because he was going to be kitted out in all new robes; and Nissa had promised them all new clothes as well, anything they all wanted even Bill.

As they walked through London, both Nissa and Harry saw the dog a couple of times; he mentioned it to Ron and Hermione, but Nissa never said anything to any of them. They both thought that it looked like Sirius and was following them; as if trying to do something; get their attention perhaps.

Nissa pushed open the door of the shop, and allowed them all through first. The shop went quit far back; the front was full of ranks of clothes; though none of these would have been found in her shops in America. It looked almost like how it did when she had taken over it all those years ago; but there was something else nagging at the back of her mind.

A woman came out from behind the door way to the left, behind the counter when she heard the bell above the door; she looked quit surprised to see so many of them stood there.

"Can I help you?" The woman asked

"Yes, I would like to speak with Daisy Prestwick." Nissa told her pleasantly. "Will you tell her that Nissa Tiania is here asking for her. Oh yes, I would to have these three fitted out for school; and new clothes and what ever Bill would like as well. I'll help though on that front though, by the look of some of these clothes."

The lady just looked at her studded, as did the five behind her; she nodded slowly and then went into the back. She came back out a couple of minutes later with another woman; she looked over at the group of people and smiled at Nissa.

"It is you, I wasn't sure; but it is really you." Daisy said smiling as she walked out. "So how long has it been then?"

"It's been fifteen years, I think." Nissa said thoughtfully.

"That sounds about right, though it doesn't seem that long sometimes." Daisy said. "Though time has been good to you, you've hardly aged a day; you'll have to tell me your secret one of these days. So I bet that you've come back because of him, you left in the first place because of him." Nissa smiled slightly. "You were a foolish child. Sirius Black wasn't worth all that you gave up here; you should never have left the Auror's because of him and your home."

"He was innocent, he would never have betrayed them; he was a good man." Nissa told her firmly, before any of them of could say anything. "I left to start over after everything what happened and what they did to him, but I never forgot."

"Well." Daisy said, but after that nothing else was mentioned about Sirius.

They were all fitted with new robes and clothes, and Nissa informed Daisy that she would be coming around more often now that she was back in England for how ever long she was going to stay for; but while she was there she was going to turn the shop around again a whole new start.

They left the shop about an hour or so later, and Nissa took them straight for something to eat; though in a muggle restaurant, where after their order was taken, the questioning started again.

"You never said that you were an Auror." Bill said. "Why not?"

"It was another lift time, when I was much younger." Nissa told them. "I left here, and tried to move on."

"Yeah but why? And what was really with you and Sirius?" Harry asked her, they all looked at him because he had asked the question that none of them would.

"We were friends, we went to Hogwarts together but I was three years younger then him and his friends." Nissa told them. (A/N: - I know this might sound strange to those who have read the other stories in the series, but I wanted to make a few changes to the character; but it is kind of still the same person there's just a few changes here and there.) "Yes, I did leave partly because of Sirius. I was there, one of the first on the screen even after what I saw I still didn't believe that he would do something like that and betray James and Lily; but there wasn't even a trail he was just sent straight to Azkaban. I left, because what they did to him; and because I didn't believe in their justice system anymore. I sold up and moved out to America where I had already brought a house before you were born Harry, well I had wanted to start a few shops over there; so I wanted a house while I was staying."

"So you were just friends, nothing else?" Harry asked her.

"Yes we were friends." Nissa told them again, she wasn't lairing because they were friends; she just hasn't told them the whole truth. She looked out of the window, and saw him again; the dog was sat across the street just watching them.

"How did you know about the Hippogriff?" Ron asked her.

"Yeah, that's a good question." Bill agreed.

"Well," Nissa said smiling. "They both stayed at my house for a while when Sirius had left England. Though I wouldn't have even known if I hadn't forgot something and had to come back to the house; it was quit strange I'd never done it before well maybe once before out of all the time I worked at the school, but what are the odds really?"

"You do know, that he never mentioned you once; does that bother you?" Harry asked her.

"Well not that much, not as much as you seem to think it should." Nissa answered. "Those who needed to know about me knew about me; so I guess he thought that no one else need know."

They all had something to eat, along with asking her more questions; before they left to go shopping where Nissa treated them all to something they wanted. Though of course Molly wasn't happy that she had spent so much money on them all; but Nissa had told her it was nothing, which of course was the wrong thing to say. She just left them all to it.

But now that she was back in England, something else was back what she had long given up; her odd dreams.

...Nissa was working in the clothes shop, by the look of things it was the one she had visited that day; but the clothes seemed even more dated. Even what she was wearing was maybe from the turn of the century, as were the clothes of the other people in the shop; though she had never seen any of them before (well only in her dreams.)

There were two other women who looked as though they worked there, and a couple of customers. But as she turned round there was a man stood behind her, he turned to face her; she had seen him so many times before, but only in her dreams she had never really met him.

He was taller then she was and had long black hair down to his chin, his dark eyes were set in a long pale face; and was dressed all in black. But every time she saw this man, she always felt drawn to him; she didn't know why she just was.

She couldn't hear a thing either of them was saying, as she measured him for a few new suits and robes; and made suggestions...

You don't remember me But I remember you I lie awake and try so hard Not to think of you But who can decide what they dream? And dream I do...