Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I claim all rights to characters of my creation including but not limited to Sophia, Truth, Rose, and Jane.

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Back in Alaska Truth sat on her bed, acceptance letter in hand.

"And just when are you planning to tell your mother?" asked a slightly heavy girl with hair almost the same shade as the Weasleys.

"I told you she'll be fine with it. With her in England now it's perfect."

"That's not why you really want to leave."

"Rose," another girl, this one with curly blond hair, chastised."

"What?"

"I'm just tired of everybody looking at me like I'm going to attack them any second," Truth frowned darkly.

"Not everybody does, and you do egg them on sometimes."

"Oh, so you're on their side now?"

"Truth," Rose sighed, "My loyalty is with you guys and you know it. I'm just being objective. It's my job."

"How is it your job, chica?" Truth questioned.

"You're the anarchist, Jane's the punk with a disregard for authority who's a soccer mom at heart, and I'm the blunt, brainy one. Who for some odd reason you guys have decided to put up with despite my constant nagging and rambling."

"Soccer mom!" Jane objected.

"Okay, punk with a heart of gold. Happier now?"

"A little."

"You guy'll be fine," Truth shook her head.

"Personally I just wish I could come with you," Rose said in a breezy tone, "It is one of the most respected schools in the world."

Then the red-head smiled and launched herself at an unsuspecting Truth. The dark-haired witch hit the bed with a small oomph. "I'm gonna miss you kitty."

"I'm gonna miss you too," Truth replied, "but that requires being able to breathe.

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Sophia strolled through the halls of her daughters school still not sure how do handle this recent development. Exceptance to Hogwarts wasn't something to be sneezed at, but if her daughter thought the children here were bad...

She entered the common room that was drastically different from Hogwarts. It was small, much like a college dormitory, with contemporary furniture with only the lack of any electric lights or devices indicating it wasn't a muggle dwelling.

"Mom," Truth stood from her spot on the bed not looking the slightest bit guilty. She noticed that Rose's smile was somewhat strained, and Jane was hiding a smirk.

"I've just had the most interesting conversation with a lovely old man named Albus Dumbledore," Sophia leaned against the door frame of the bedroom, "Any idea what we talked about?"

"I didn't want to tell you before I was sure," Truth shrugged.

"You mean you wanted it to be harder for me to say no." Sophia replied, "What you never seem to consider is that you can't fool me. Even if I don't just read your mind, your my child, and you think like me."

"You promised me you wouldn't read my mind without my permission!"

"And I won't, but you make it very hard to trust you when you don't tell me things."

"You don't have to let me go! You can just say no. It's not like I lied to you."

"We are not going to fight in front of your friends unless you are determined to provoke me, so I'm going to give you ten seconds to lose that tone of voice."

Truth raised an eyebrow and her mother smiled. They hugged and laughed.

"It's going to be twice as bad as Hogwarts."

"I know mom."

"Then why?"

"I've just got this feeling."

"You want to meet your father don't you?"

"I don't need a father. I have you," Truth replied defiantly. Sophia saw Rose and Jane exchange knowing looks.

"He did not leave us out of choice. Do you understand me?" she said returning her gaze to her daughter.

"He doesn't even know I exist."

"It's okay for you to be angry at me too."

"I'm not angry mom, not anymore. I'm just sad," she sighed and then looked behind her seeming to realize her friends were still there. Both girls stood. Rose gave her a small hug as they left the room. Jane gave her a smile and a nod.

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Sophia re-entered the Black residence several hours later after eating lunch with Truth and speaking with the administrators about her transfer. She was a pushover and she knew it. She'd just never been able to master the "traditional" mother/daughter role.

Her hand started to go to the keys around her neck, but she stopped herself. There would be no fidgeting. There would be no crying. Sophia Black hadn't cried in a very long time, and she wasn't about to turn into a blubbering idiot now.

That said she was absolutely terrified. There was only one person she opened her heart for anymore. Now, there was another who could crumble all her walls without even trying.

Would he hate her? Would he understand why she couldn't tell him? The night Voldemort had met his downfall had been the night she'd found out she was really with child.

She got to see him just once before they took him to Azkaban. While Dumbledore argued for a trial she had snuck into his cell. He'd been absolutely mad. The picture she'd retrieved from his mind had been jumbled. In his eyes it was all his fault, but she would never believe he would do that. If there was one person in the world he never would have betrayed it was James Potter.

"He's awake," a soft voice came from the top of the stairs.

"Is he all right?"

"Absolutely fine," Remus smiled, "Although he doesn't know whether to commend Harry for his bravery or throttle him for his stupidity."

"The two often coincide," she replied, "Does he remember?"

"Yes."

"Will you ask him if he wants to speak with me?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"I'll be in the kitchen. If he wants to come down he can."

Remus shook his head as she disappeared from sight. Sirius and Sophia were two of the most stubborn people he had ever met.