know this has taken a long time but I wanted to get it right. Plus there are 4 people in my family and the other three "need" it more then me. Sorry.

A big thank you to Laura Jane who has helped me when I had writers block. Have a coffee on me, because I got an espresso machine for my birthday! (I turned 15 last Friday!)

Please read and review.

Nic x

Lizzie landed in one of the many fireplaces in the main foyer of St. Mungos. The foyer was immense; it had tall white walls and a huge crystal chandelier. The marble floor was covered in hustle and bustle of Healers and Nurses, Patients and visitors going to and fro. The fireplaces kept turning emerald in colour.

With Fawkes standing proudly on her shoulder, Lizzie looked for Harry. She searched through the busy foyer and eventually she found him. He was sitting in a typical waiting seat chair at the other side of the foyer in what looked to be a trance. She walked over to him, avoiding the oncoming traffic of wizards and witches. As she fought through, Harry looked up at her and Fawkes and his mouth smiled, though his eyes did not.

Lizzie felt awful; she was so worried about her sister. Dumbledore did not say to what extent that she was hurt. Lizzie was welling up inside, trying hard not to let her eyes water. But the hard thing was, to top of the pain she was feeling, she had Harry, who was feeling very much the same, worse if possible.

Harry had told Lizzie before hand what had happened at Grimauld place that summer.

Remus and Harry were sitting next to each other. They were in Sirius' bedroom, sorting through his possessions, like Dumbledore wanted them to. In particular, they were looking through a box of loose photographs.

"You all look so young," Harry stated looking at a photo of the Marauders when they were still in Hogwarts robes. Remus chuckled.

"Yes, well that was taken the last day of seventh year. Your Dad was already going out with your Mum at that point."

Harry thought for a moment. There was so much he wanted to know about his parents. He had hoped Sirius would tell him one day, but now that he was ... gone. Who better to ask then Lupin?

"Professor Lupin, may I ask you something?" Harry asked.

"Of course, but first, how many times do I have to tell you Harry. Call me Remus. I am not a professor anymore." Remus replied.

"Um ... ok Remus," Harry laughed in his head at the unnatural and strange name. "How did my parents get together?"

Remus was startled by Harry's question. He sighed thoughtfully and began.

"Well, James had a crush on Lily for about three years before they actually got together. I remember it as it was yesterday. Lily always thought your father was a bit of a show-off, and in truth, he was. He was never anywhere without a snitch in his pocket, always letting it go and catching it at the last second." Remus chuckled and Harry listened intently. "Anyway, he kept asking Lily out for years. James was quite popular and could have had any girl he wanted, but he only had eyes for Lily. Eventually, our seventh year came about and so did the seventh year's Christmas ball. Of course, Sirius being a lady charmer got a date straight away and luckily I had a girlfriend at the time. Peter ended up dateless. James on the other hand practically begged Lily to go with him, and out of sympathy, plus the fact she would be seen as a heartless cow if she didn't. She said yes. James was over-joyed and that's how it all began." Remus finished. Harry was thrilled; he had never heard a story told so well before, but there was one thing playing on Harry's mind.

"Remus," Harry started, smiling again at the unnatural name. "Who was your girlfriend at the time?" Harry's smiled transformed into a massive grin. Remus looked at him and smiled also.

"Good question, it was a lovely girl called Alex."

Harry was still smiling. He felt at ease with Remus, and being at Sirius' home once more after five long weeks at the Dursley's. He also felt better sorting through Sirius' possessions and having someone helping him. Remus picked up another photograph. It was off Harry's mother, Harry's father and Sirius. They were all smiling and looked happy. Harry felt his stomach flip. There they all were, the three people who he wanted most to talk to, to be with and to be alive. Harry's eyes watered. He couldn't stand the thought that they were all ... dead because of him. Remus noticed Harry's sudden rush of emotion and out of comfort; he put his arm around Harry.

"Hey, don't worry, we can do this tomorrow if you like."

Harry wiped away his tears.

"No, we can do it now." He said strongly.

"Ok," Remus simply said. He paused thoughtfully. "You know Harry, even though they are all gone, you still have people who care for you. Think, there's Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Arthur and Molly and," Remus paused again, "And me. I know I'm not strictly a relative or have any rights over you but I still see you as a nephew slash godson." Remus smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled back.

"Thanks," Harry said, wiping away more silent tears, "That means a lot."

Harry got up from the chair he was sitting on and gave Lizzie a meaningful hug.

"Harry!" a voice shouted from the end of the foyer. The two parted and a short, skinny woman with shocking pink short hair came running up to them. Her face looked extremely tired and had a long thin cut down the side of her cheek that had been treated.

"Tonks, where are they?" Harry questioned.

"What happened?" Lizzie asked. Although Lizzie did not know Tonks, it was obvious that she was in the order since Dumbledore mentioned her and Harry knew her and therefore Lizzie trusted her.

"You must be Lizzie," Tonks greeted. She then looked up at Fawkes on Lizzie's shoulder and smiled. "Good to know Dumbledore has let us borrow him. Come with me."

Tonks set off at a fast pace and Lizzie and Harry closely followed, nearly running as Tonks was walking so fast. She led them to the Magical Injury ward entrance, but stopped before the door.

"Please, don't be alarmed at what you see," Tonks opened the door for them, "Go on, Arthur is there."

Lizzie walked on first, the scene was horrific. She saw Alex lying conscious but she had cuts and bruises all over her body. She had her left arm in a sling and both legs in braces. Lizzie rushed over to her and began to cry. Alex couldn't talk, but was making gestures with her right hand. Next, Harry walked in and saw Remus, unconscious on the bed opposite Alex. Mr Weasley was sitting on a chair next to Remus. Tonks walked in behind and closed the door.

"Harry," Mr Weasley said sullenly as he rose from his chair.

"What happened? How? When?" Harry was overcome with questions from the devastating scene and could not stop asking them whilst looking to and from Mr Weasley to Remus to Alex to Lizzie. Mr Weasley had bags under his eyes; it was obvious that he had stayed up all night. His morbid eyes looked at Harry.

"Death eaters came and attacked. They gave us no warning. Not even a Dark Mark. It was evil to say the least. Poor Mundungus."

Harry looked around at Lizzie, then Alex, then Tonks, then Remus and finally Mr Weasley. He was confused.

"Why did the Death Eaters go to Ottery St. Catchpole?"

Arthur shook his head, clearly not wanting to answer. He then jerked his head in Lizzie and Alex's direction.

"Not here, not now Harry," He muttered, "You shall find out soon enough."

To be continued...