A/N Ok, Here's chapter three. c2 was short cuz I needed a short chapter. Anywho, this chappie features more of the triplets, and more of the explanations. If I sound random at times, I don't try to be. Just works out that way.

Chapter Three

The girl gasped, her hand rising to her throat. Amy couldn't help but flinch. And then the anger set in. Whoa, settle down girl. She told herself this.

"So that's why you see that it would be IMPOSSIBLE for Amy to testify." Willow said.

"She -" Dawn began, before changing her mind. "We wouldn't let her. Cuz, she's family, and so are the babies, and We protect them. Cuz, she's family."

The younger red-haired man scowled at Amy. But her gaze was on the dark-haired one. He seemed too still, to immoveable.

"And Mr. Giles didn't inform us of this?" The girl asked.

"No. Giles didn't because that creep was running around with your Lord Vortex and we were protecting the babies and Amy." Buffy said.

"His name was Voldemort. And Dumbledore should be informed of -"

"Hermoine, shut up, okay?" The dark haired man said.

"But Harry -" She began. Until Amy cut her off.

"Needs to speak privately with me." She rose, leading him to another room.

Harry shut the door behind himself. She waited a heartbeat or two before beginning.

"You recognized something in Tara Anne."

"Yes."

"Was -" She paused, fighting the emotions rising in her throat, "Did you recognize Peter in her?"

Harry seemed taken back by her question. He seemed to mull it over for a few agonizing minutes. His eyes hit hers.

"No."

"What?"

"She's nothing like him. She doesn't even resemble him. I - I saw -" He just stopped. He tried to compose himself, the emotions still so raw from seeing that tiny little girl less than an hour ago.

"What did you see, Harry? What did she remind you of?"

"Lots of things. Pettigrew, he betrayed my parents. I used to have nightmares about my mother's death. I was only a year old when she died."

"Giles told me what Peter did to all of you." She reached for the young man's hand. He didn't shake her off.

"It's not like I've never seen pictures of her. Or my father. For a second, it was like seeing them. In her."

"It's not weird. I - I've seen things about Tara Anne that I recognize in other people. Things a three year old would never do or say. I - I see things that she does, and I can't place as traits of my friends. I used to think she was just an old soul. But then think maybe it's nature's way of putting things right. All those traits I see in her? They're of people I've hurt. Maybe those that I can't recognize are of people Peter hurt."

Harry remained very still. He took everything she said to heart. But it wasn't just his parents he saw in that girl. Tears rose to his eyes. He lowered his head. Amy just squeezed his hand. It took him a moment to get back into control. He slowly raised his head.

"I saw Sirius in her."

* * * * *

Charlie fidgeted in his seat. Harry and Amy had been talking for over an hour, about Merlin knows what. He had been on his ear since then. He knew that Amy had gotten pregnant. Giles had told him, but made him swear not to tell a soul. He had told Dumbledore, though. But Harry, Ron, and Hermoine had not been told. He now wondered if Harry had somehow known.

* * * * *

"Sirius sounds like he was a wonderful man."

"He wasn't a great man. We all have flaws. I know that. But -"

"He was your godfather. I'm sure he was the closest thing you had to a father."

"He was."

"Tara Anne adores her godparents. So do Jimmy and Joy."

"Jimmy -"

"Tara Anne's siblings. James Peter and Joyce Lily"

Harry felt his heart skip. His eyes shone with unshed tears.

"James and Lily were my parents names."

"James was my father's name. He - he died two years ago. Something was telling me that my son should be named James. His middle name is Peter - he should have his father's name."

"Pettigrew doesn't deserve that honor." Harry spat.

"I know. He hurt a lot of people. But - "

"He hurt you, he betrayed my parents, he framed Sirius. And he worked for Voldemort. He tried to kill me."

"I know, but I had to let go of the anger. It was eating at me, Harry. That kind of anger, you've got to let go of it, or it'll eat at you."

"I don't think -"

"I've forgiven him, Harry."

Harry knew his mouth was wide open. But he just couldn't get it to move.

* * * * *

Buffy watched Charlie squirm around in his seat. No one had spoken since Amy had left the room. It had to be an hour since then. And they all sat there, in complete silence! Buffy rolled her eyes.

It was curious, both Ron and Hermoine (Charlie had introduced them when Amy had taken Tara Anne up to bed) looked so nervous. But Charlie seemed almost relaxed. Buffy frowned. Then it dawned on her.

"This was never about you needing Amy's testimony at Pettigrew's trial. You need to tell Harry about the triplets."

They all turned to stare at her. She paused for a second, taking the younger couple's confusion and Charlie's slight smile.

"Anyone else thirsty?"

* * * * *

Amy fought the urge to smile. He didn't get it. Why she needed to forgive Peter. It was for her own sanity that she did it. It was kinda karmic that she had been raped. If she hadn't been raped, she wouldn't have the children. She sighed softly.

"How - how can you forgive him?"

"I had to, Harry. Or else I couldn't wake up every morning with a purpose. Who knows what path I would have chosen, had it not been for the one choice I couldn't make?"

"How can you forget -"

"I never said I forgot that he was a hurtful man. Perhaps you'll understand it this way. I won't ever forget what he did to me, what he said to me while he was doing things to me. I accepted that I couldn't change it. And I let that burden go. Harry, you can forgive without forgetting. The painful aches can be dulled. They needn't be so sharp that they still cut you up inside."

"I - I don't know if I can do that. Let myself become used to the pain."

* * * * *

Ron was glaring at his older brother. Buffy had just blurted it all out, and Charlie just said yes. It couldn't bloody believe it.

"How long have you known?" Xander asked Charlie.

"I was the first one Giles told. Only Dumbledore, myself, and these two and Harry know now."

"So this was all a ruse to get Harry to meet Amy and the terrible trio." Xander concluded.

"Xander!" Dawn and Willow both cried, smacking him on both shoulders.

"Ow!"

"Don't talk about our godson that way." Buffy said, rolling her eyes.

"Or our goddaughters." Dawn and Willow snapped.

Ron took that moment to grill his older brother.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Dumbledore wanted Amy to tell you."
"Then they don't need Amy to testify?" Hermoine asked.

"No, well - I'm not really sure. Dumbledore didn't think so."

"Unkie Xand'r" A tiny voiced piped up from the doorway.

The seven adults whirled around to face little Jimmy standing in the doorway. He clutched his favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Gordo the Second. It had been a gift from his godmother, Auntie Buffy for his birthday.

Xander scooped the little guy up, giving him a peck on the forehead. If Jimmy was up, that meant Joy was scuttling around somewhere too. Which meant that Andrew had either gone to the bathroom or fallen asleep.

"I'll look for Joy." Willow said.

"Good idea, Wills." Buffy said.

The three new people stared at the little boy. Ron and Hermoine were giving each other a look. Buffy caught it.

"Spill." She ordered.

Both of them jumped. She gave them a look.

"We, well -"Ron muttered.

"Well - it's just. Oh, Merlin! He looks nothing like Pettigrew." Hermoine said.

"He looks a little bit like Sirius."

"You caught that too?" Hermoine asked.

"I'm not completely adle-minded, 'Moine."

"Ronald Weasley, I never said you were!"

"You've never said it, but you always look so bloody surprised when I say something even the tiniest bit clever."

"Ron, don't swear in front of the child!"

"Bloody hell, 'Mione. Don't tell me not to swear!"

"Um, guys?"

"What?" They both cried, turning to face Dawn. She crossed her arms and merely pointed towards their feet. They looked down to see two little girls staring up at them, their hands locked together.

"Damn!"

"'Moine!"

* * * * *

Andrew entered the nursery. When his eyes hit on the empty beds, he freaked out. Racing down the stairs, he pushed the sitting room's door opened. Amy was in there with a dark haired man. His heart ached a little at the sight of her hand wrapped so tightly around another man's hand.

"Andrew, what's wrong?"

"The - the triplets aren't in their beds."

"Andrew, they probably woke up and didn't see you in there, so they went to go find their godparents."

"Oh."

"You didn't fail, Andrew. You can't fail." She rose up and kissed him softly on his lips, startling Andrew.

"I think I'll go look for Ron and 'Moine." Harry said, making his way out of the door.

A/N 2: My madness all makes since now. We'll just have to wait to see what happens after the kiss.