A/N: Lotsa reviews for the last chapter! I wonder why! I should be evil more often, lol. What do you guys think about the twins? I always planned on Tonks having twins (I mentioned that her dad was a twin in an early chapter of YMW3, which isn't canon btw) and all the arguments about whether it would be a boy or girl. Plus…twins are cool! (I'm a twin, lol.)

In response to AlyceJL, I had always planned on improving the summary of YMW3 but never got round to it because I couldn't think of anything suitable. I'm rubbish at summaries. Maybe you could read it and make a suggestion. (obviously plugging the story there, sorry :D)

Or, in fact, any of you readers who have read the first story and can think of a bettersummary for it…let me know. Cheers :)

Molly Weasley cradled a sleeping Jake Lupin in her arms, cooing him gently. It had been two days since Andromeda had arrived unexpectedly, and from that moment Molly had not left the Black manor house. After all, she was the expert child-rearer in the Order. There was nothing about children (especially twins) that she didn't know. The woman was tired, but she wanted so much to help. Lupin needed her. She glanced across the room to the grieving man. His hair was unkempt and stubble was forming grimly on his chin. He stared at his hands, clasped around a barely-touched mug of cold tea. Finding the courage, Molly cleared her throat and spoke up.

"Can I get you another?" she asked quietly. The man shook his head wearily.

"No thank you, Molly," he answered her hoarsely. Molly looked at him sympathetically. She had been doing so for the past two days and it was starting to annoy Lupin. She knew she couldn't possibly understand what he was going through; the poor man. Mrs Weasley tried to imagine how she would feel if she were to lose her beloved Arthur. A lump formed in her throat at the very idea. No, she would thank her lucky stars every day when she woke and every night before she went to bed, that her Arthur, boys and little girl were safe…for now.

"We should take the twins out," she spoke up once more. "Just for a while. It's ever so dark and musty in here; it's not good for them. What do you say?" Remus didn't look at her he merely shrugged. Molly licked her lips patiently.

"We could go to the park, or even just a walk around the block," she ventured. Silence replied. Molly placed Jake back beside his sleeping sister. Remus spoke and it made her jump slightly; she hadn't been expecting it.

"Maybe…maybe we can go to Hogsmeade." His suggestion made Mrs Weasley start.

"Oh… Yes we can do."

Remus looked up to her for the first time since the start of their conversation. His eyes portrayed such fatigue and sorrow that Molly wanted to look away in pity and discomfort. However, she smiled gently and took his hand.

"Wherever you want to go, Remus."

Remus paused a moment. "I want to go to Hogwarts."

Molly felt her mouth open and then disguised it by responding.

"Well…I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"I have to, Molly. I have to speak to Harry."

"But Dumbledore said he would–"

"I know…but he needs to hear it from me. You understand?"

Molly nodded, knowing that he was right of course, and hoping that this wouldn't cause further turmoil for the suffering werewolf.

"Ok Remus," she nodded. "Let's go to Hogwarts."

Harry sat in the dungeons of Hogwarts, his chin in his hand as he 'listened' to Professor Snape rambling on about the properties of hellbore when used in invisibility potions. Harry had to admit that he found it extremely boring, and knew that he would probably not need an invisibility potion in the future, as he had his father's cloak. Nevertheless, Hermione continued to elbow him, making him pay attention. One rather sharp jab, however, caused him to turn to her and scowl.

"Ow!" he hissed. "I'm listening, I'm listening!" But Hermione shook her head and then indicated to the door. Professor McGonagall stood in the doorway. Harry frowned and turned back to his friend with a shrug.

"Professor Snape?" she called in her shrill Scottish accent. The entire class turned to regard her, including the Potions Master himself.

"Yes Professor McGonagall?" he drawled questioningly.

"The Headmaster would like to see Mr Potter and Miss Granger in his office immediately," the Head of Gryffindor House announced. Snape looked rather put out. He gave a sigh of annoyance.

"Very well. Potter, Granger… Hurry up. Do not keep the Headmaster waiting," he snapped as the two students grabbed their things quickly and headed for the door.

Once outside the classroom, Professor McGonagall turned abruptly and marched off. Harry and Hermione exchanged quizzical glances and followed their Transfiguration teacher.

"Professor, what's this about?" Harry asked as they trotted alongside her. She did not respond to his question nor regard him; she simply carried on walking.

The grounds had become chillier as November had arrived. Harry could see his own breath as vapour, as he walked down the stone cloisters. Hermione was flanking McGonagall on the other side. She remained baffled.

"Please Professor," the girl said and McGonagall slowed. She looked at Hermione.

"Lupin is here to see you," she said simply and continued to walk. Hermione shot an apprehensive look towards Harry.

As they reached the spiralling staircase to Dumbledore's office ('Liquorice laces,') they stopped. McGonagall nodded to them.

"I must get back to my class." And with that, she turned on her heels and exited at a pace. Harry shrugged and made his way to the steps. Hermione followed. Once at the top, Harry gave a timid knock on the heavy wooden door. A reply could be heard from inside the circular office and he opened the door slowly. Harry and Hermione peeped their heads nervously around the door to find Dumbledore sat behind his desk, Molly Weasley sat the other side, in a rather large armchair, and Remus Lupin stood to one side, staring out of the window in agitation. Dumbledore nodded to the students to enter.

"Ah, hello Harry, Miss Granger. Do come in. I think, Molly, that we must leave them alone for the time being, do you agree?"

The redheaded woman nodded, gave a loud sniff and then rose from her chair. She crossed the office floor and gave Harry a tender squeeze on his shoulder before leaving the room. Dumbledore bowed slightly as he passed and then left his own office, closing the door behind him. Harry and Hermione stood still in confusion.

"Er…Remus?" Harry called, noticing that the man had not even turned to acknowledge them upon arriving. "What's going on?"

Before Remus could answer, though Harry wasn't entirely sure that he was going to, a gurgle could be heard from behind them. Harry turned to Hermione. She looked at him, also puzzled. They both turned around. On the table, which had once held an array of instruments and odd artefacts, stood a carry-crib. Harry's eyes widened and he took a step towards it.

"Meet Jake and Tilly-Fay," Lupin said hoarsely to the window. Harry gave a laugh.

"Are you serious?" he asked joyfully, crossing to the table. Hermione joined him, giving a gasp and bringing her hand to her mouth.

"Oh wow, Remus they're beautiful," she whispered softly through her fingers. The girl moved her hands towards one of the babies and then froze. "Oh…sorry," she began, turning to look at Lupin. He shook his head, still gazing out of the window.

"Go ahead," he told her. Hermione lifted the girl out of the crib and Harry took the boy.

"Hi, hi there," Hermione squeaked playfully as Tilly ba ba baa-ed. Harry gave a grin.

"Aw, they're so tiny. I don't want to hurt him," he said nervously.

"You won't," Remus assured him, turning to the boy for the first time. Seeing the two teenagers with the children, it brought a smile to his lips. It faded quickly. Regarding his former students for a moment longer, he sighed and took a step towards them.

"Fancy being Godparents?" he asked casually. They looked over to him with wide eyes.

"Really?" they asked in unison and Remus nodded.

"Yes…it's what Dora would have wanted." At these words, Harry's grin faded. He lowered Jake back into his bed and crossed over to his guardian.

"What?" he asked urgently. Remus shook his head and turned away. Harry grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back around. "No," he said firmly. "What's happened?"

Silence lingered in the office. Even the children seemed to be waiting for their father to speak. The man swallowed hard.

"She's dead, Harry," he said quietly, and then ran a hand across him eyes so as not to see the boys reaction. He then removed it to run it through his light brown hair, only to see the boy stood in a daze, shaking his head slowly.

"No…no she can't be…I don't believe you," Harry was saying. Hermione remained very quiet, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Believe it," Remus snapped angrily. "I don't know what you want me to say Harry! That she's fine…that any day now she'll come home and complete this family? I can't do that Harry, I can't. I can't lie to you, and I can't keep lying to myself anymore, ok? She's gone…she's gone." Remus broke down into sobs and Harry crossed to him immediately, throwing his arms around him and holding him tight. Hermione turned away, letting silent tears roll down her cheeks. She wiped them away fiercely before they had a chance to drip onto Tilly. Harry and Remus were crying together. The boy was mumbling incoherent words of comfort into the man's shoulder. They stayed that way for a very long time. Harry was worried that, if he let go, his friend would shatter in front of him. Remus finally pulled away from the boy, and gave a cough.

"I have to take the twins back home now. They'll need feeding soon," he mumbled. Harry nodded.

"Let me come with you," Harry pleaded with the man. Remus shook his head.

"No Harry." His voice was stronger now, almost in regret for breaking down previously.

"Remus, please."

"Harry…I'm fine. I don't need you," Remus told him gruffly. Harry paused.

"Well maybe I need you," he admitted quietly. Remus looked into his bright green eyes and then nodded.

"Ok, but not now. Soon. For now, you two have each other." He nodded to Hermione, whose eyes were had been rubbed red. She put the bubbling baby back with her brother and then carried the travel-crib to Remus' side.

"I'll speak to Dumbledore, see if I can arrange visits at the weekends," Harry was saying. Remus nodded absently.

"Ok," he mouthed. Harry pulled him in to another tight embrace, feeling tears fall from his eyes once more. Poor Remus, fate has been so cruel to him his entire life, why could he not be content for once? Harry thought bitterly.

"Stay strong for me, ok?" Harry murmured into his ear. He felt the man nod.

"Ok," he mouthed once more.

"You have two beautiful children now," Harry choked emotionally.

"I know," Remus whispered.

"And you have me," he added.

"I know," he repeated.

"And me," Hermione spoke up, taking the man's hand.

"And you," he repeated, attempting a smile. He took a deep breath. "You'll tell Ron and Ginny for me?" They both nodded, tears covering Hermione's face once more as she thought of how best to break the news. "Thank you. But no one else is to know. Dumbledore may announce it, he may not. I don't know what's going to happen from here."

He crossed to the door and opened it to find Molly sat outside looking tired and unhappy. She took the carry-crib from Remus, smiled sadly at her son's friends and headed for the stairs. Remus nodded to his two companions before following the woman, leaving Harry and Hermione alone to comfort each other in their grief.

A/N: Remember...review with your comments coz I love 'em:D