A/N: Alteng: I am too lazy to e-mail so here is the url to my HP fan comic: three whole pages of it no less. That would have been excellent, wish I thought of it!

Sarahamanda: glad you like it, just read on and you'll definitely be able to answer your own question ;)

Traveling on the Muggle train, it was like she could feel her bones rattling. Harmonia-Noelle gritted her teeth angrily and brought her pale legs up to curl them underneath her. The air conditioning was on too high so she coiled herself up for warmth.

"I told you to wear pants my dear" said a cool voice with a smooth French accent. Much like her own. Harmony glanced across the compartment to her mothers bright honey eyes watching her careful over a glossy muggle magazine she bought for the ride. She couldn't see her mouth behind the magazine but Harmonia could tell she was smiling.

"You told me so, huh?" Smiled Harmony, picking at the frayed edges of her jean shorts. She tore her gaze up from her jeans to look at her mother. Seeing her daughter sad face Miranda layed her magazine on the seat next to her and came across the compartment to. She knelt in front of her teenage daughter and swept her curtain of wild dirty blonde hair back behind her pierced up ears.

"My darling, you mustn't beat your self up over this. Did you ask that horrible girl to follow you? No. There now my dear, it was about time we moved anyways." Harmonia sighed heavily and smiled weakly. Miranda smiled her dark eyes squinting and her few crows' feet gaining a touch of prominence. It was a smile you could bask in all day. She patted her daughter's knee lightly, "there now." She stood and gave Harmony a quick peck on the forehead, leaving a smudge of red lipstick.

"Whoops," she giggled and went to rub it off with the heel of her hand. Harmony was appalled

"Mom!!!" she yelped and jerked away, digging through her duffle bag for her make-up mirror. "Jeez, do you have to be such a mom?" Harmony-Noelle asked teasingly. Sticking out her tongue as she flipped open her mirror.

"I wouldn't be a mom if it weren't for you dear." Said Miranda simply and she slide back into her seat across the compartment. Harmonia licked her finger and rubbed the spot roughly. Bouncing up off her seat and the train bumped along. Satisfied that she'd gotten rid of the lipstick she dug through her bag again for her own make-up. Just a little mascara and lip gloss… okay and a little bit of cover-up for the spot lurking about on her chin. She gave her reflection a quick confidante-looking smile. The moody girl she was she didn't feel to sad now. More jittery, excited. She hadn't seen her father in a few years now but they never stopped writing letters. She practically had permanent writers cramp. A loud screech came from beneath her and her body slide forward on her seat.

"Oh looks like we're here" said Miranda, happy to get off the bumpy train; she slipped her glossy magazine back into the front pouch of her bag. Harmony followed her mothers lead and tossed her compact back into her duffle bag and zipped it back up. Once the train had come to a full stop Miranda lead her daughter out of the train's tight halls. Harmonia followed her mother slowly staring at the back of her head, generously covered in heaps of wild dark brown –almost black- hair. She squeezed her hands in fists, trying to keep them from shaking.

They stepped off the train, Harmonia coughed harshly in the exhaust in the air. She stood behind her mother whose bright honey eyes scanned the platform to find that familiar face. She found it soon enough, a man with a baby face stood in shabby muggle wear – tattered jeans and a cream button down with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He had a neat haircut -though a little grown out- the same color as her own. Harmonia saw him too.

"Dad!" she ran over and threw her arms around Remus's neck. He smiled and hugged back, losing his face in his daughter's wild curls.

"Harmonia"

"Daddy….I've missed you" she said is quietly a few tears squeezed out to run down her cheek

Miranda stood a few steps away. Her hands clenched in fists behind her back. To keep them from shaking….

A/N: apparently squeezing fists is an Amor trait. Does anyone like my attempt at creating a touching moment?

Also I've begun putting up my original story – Log 13 – on my DA account. If anyone's interested it's a modern fantasy story. If you like the X-men or The Dark Visions Trilogy by L. J. Smith you'll probably like Log 13. The first chapter is right here ( ) if and one is interested.

Hope You Liked this chapter,

NK