Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I'm not that rich. Damn.
A/N: All right, I know. Stick with one story, damn it! But, this has been bugging me. I feel it's a bit different then most story that have a similar plot line. And I really like this one. It's the first one of my stories that has nothing to do with romance, and if it does spring up, then it's unintentional. Ok, so tell me what you think, and before you ask, Phèdre can be pronounced anyway you want, although I'd either pronounce it 'Fae-dray', 'Fae-dre, or 'Fae-dra'. Whatever. As for the title…it's tentative. If you have any ideas, I would appreciate them. Oh, I also disclaim anything that Green Day created. There. Finished.
Cheers, and please review,
Tlf
October 31st, 1981
A giggling girl of eight squirmed eagerly in her chair while her mother tried to twist her thick mass of curly black hair into buns.
"Phèdre, darling, sit still!" her mother laughed. The girl threw her an impish grin, but obediently sat still while her mother placed the last bun in place.
"There! All finished." She said. Phèdre grinned happily.
"So we can go to Daddy's now?" she asked eagerly. Her mother laughed.
"Oh course. We wouldn't want to miss out of Harry's second Halloween, do we?"
The girl shook her head emphatically.
"No, we don't. Aunt Lily says that she's going to make gingerbread," she said breathlessly.
Her mother laughed.
"And we certainly don't want to miss that," she said. The girl shook her head again, before grabbing her mother's hand and pulling her towards the fireplace.
Her mother laughed, and grabbed her purse and slipped on her shoes. Then she knelt down and picked her daughter up. The dark haired girl took the Floo jar off the mantelpiece and threw some in the fire.
Her mother quickly stepped into the green flames.
"Godric's Hollow!" she stated clearly.
Godric's Hollow
When the spinning stopped, Phèdre and her mother stepped out of the fireplace to step into the lavish living room.
A red haired woman in a witch's hat sat on the settee, crooning softly to the small babe in her arms.
Phèdre leapt from her mother's arms to the red haired witch, quickly, but carefully sitting on the couch next to her 'aunt.'
"Hey Aunt Lily." She softly, as to not scare the child in her arms. The woman smiled happily.
"Hello, sweetie. Your Daddy's in the kitchen with the rest of your stupi- I mean, the rest of your uncles." She said, emerald eyes twinkling. Phèdre nodded, and kissed the dozing boy in her arms.
"'Ello, Harry," she said softly before mad-dashing to the kitchen. Lily looked up and grinned at her long-time friend.
"Hello, Lori. How are you?" she said. Lori smiled back.
"Oh, I'm good. How are things?" she asked. Lily rolled her eyes jokingly, and Lori laughed.
Meanwhile, Phèdre dashed into the kitchen, where her daddy and uncles were laughing and talking.
"Daddy!" she shrieked happily. The four men turned to her, and one knelt down to swing her up into his arms.
"Hey, kiddo! You look great, sweetie," he said. Phèdre grinned happily and looked down at her Princess Leia costume.
"Thanks, Daddy," she said. He grinned at her, and put her down so she could hug her 'uncles'.
"Hey Uncle Remy," she said, hugging the amber eyed man. He laughed and hugged her back.
"Hey Phèdre," he said, then took her by the shoulders and made her stand back. "Look at you. Don't you look pretty?" he said, winking at her. She grinned back him, and smoothed down her white dress.
Next she turned to the shorter, stockier man beside him. She looked up at her Uncle Peter, noticing he looked rather nervous and not well. She gave him an extra long hug. He looked down at her with a confused smile.
"What was that for, Phae?" he asked, and the girl looked at him with a concerned frown.
"You look like you need an extra long hug?" she offered. He smiled nervously at her, and smoothed her carefully put hair. She smiled back at him, and then turned to her last uncle. Refraining from the careful hugs that she bestowed the other men, she half-tackled this one, jumping up into his arms and giving him a noogie.
"Hey, now!" he said indignantly, while the other's laughed. "What did I do to deserve that?"
The girl shrugged.
"Aunt Lily looked a little annoyed. Usually you're the cause." She said simply while the others laughed. She twisted in her uncle's arms.
"Hey Daddy, are we going out soon?" she asked. He nodded.
"Yes sweetie. Go and tell Aunt Lily and your mum if she's there too," he said. She nodded and jumped down from her uncle's arms.
She made to leave, but then she turned back to look at her last uncle.
"Hey, could you do something for me?" she asked. The man in question turned to look at her.
"Yes, Phae?" She motioned him to lean down. When he did, she whispered something in his ear, and then took off to find her mother and aunt.
The man stood up, and looked at her father bemusedly.
"That's some kid you got there, James." He said. The raven-haired man laughed in agreement.
"She is," he said, looking the door she had just exited. Then he turned his attention back onto his friend. "What did she say?" he questioned.
Sirius smoothed his mussed up hair and glanced at Peter. "She said to make sure that Peter gets some sleep, because he doesn't look to good." He said. Peter looked a little startled.
"Oh, no I'm fine." He said with a nervous laugh. Remus looked at him, concerned.
"Are you sure?" he asked. Peter looked at the concerned faces of his friends and laughed uneasily.
"I'm fine. Don't worry guys, I'm ok." He said. His friends nodded, but didn't look too convinced.
Lori, who stuck her head in the kitchen doorway, broke their conversation.
"Hey, guys. Time to go." She said, grinning. The men nodded and set down their drinks.
Stepping outside, James involuntary shuddered at the biting chill.
"Horrible night, don't you think, Peter?" he asked. The fair-haired man jumped, but nodded.
"Yes, it's…a horrible night, indeed," he said, making sure James didn't hear the almost regretful tone in his voice.