"Ow! That hurts more than actually getting cut, Molly!" Nykai complained, squirming like a child under Mrs. Weasley and her antiseptic.

"Well if you don't hold still it will be worse! Have to do this before I heal you or--else--you'll-be-infected-" Explained the older woman, her words becoming stunted as she struggled to keep Nykai still. "Honestly, you're worse than Ginny ever was!"

"Good for Ginny she can take my--AH!" Nykai yelped loudly as Molly finally managed to clean the cut. The auror only pouted and watched as the cut in her torso was healed with a simple 'Medicorio' charm.

"I have no idea how you managed to become an Auror with that attitude, Nyx." Said a new voice. Both girls looked up to see a man standing in the doorway. His ash brown hair had been shot through with streaks of grey that Nykai had never seen before. His face looked older than it should have and so tired. Wrinkles had appeared, ones that she could only call 'worry marks.' Aside from all of that, she recognized the soft smile on her brother's face.

"Rem!" She said excitably, hopping up off her stool, taking note of all the changes that had marked him since the last time they met..nearly two years ago.

"Remus, I hope we didn't wake you." Addressed Molly as she went to the sink to wash her hands.

"No, not at all. I was still awake, doing some research. Oh what is it, Nyx?" He asked, finally turning his attention to his younger sibling who had been staring at him quietly.

"It's just--" She walked towards him, looking up and putting a hand to his face. "You look so..old Rem, how'd ya manage?" Nykai finished, grinning impishly before giving him a happy hug.

October, 1977

Nykai let out a deep sigh as she looked down to the four boys..no men beneath her. She was sitting within the branches of the tree they sat under. The same tree they had sat under six years ago when trying to ignore her 'debut.'

She looked out over the lake and into the distance. A chill breeze tossed her braided hair. Below her, the Marauders plotted. It was their last year at Hogwarts..they wanted to make it count.

Nykai however, had never felt so depressed. It was strange. She often felt like the tag-along. The cliche' younger sibling that insisted in hanging with her brother's friends. She had never felt unaccepted. In fact on many occasions, Sirius or James had personally invited her. Of course, all of those times were when she was vital to whatever scheme they were cooking up.

She was happy being the 'fifth' when she could. But..there was a certain closeness that was lacking. The deep bond of friendship like the Marauders shared. Nykai was sure she only experienced a part of that with them..and they were who she considered her closest friends. Her only real friends for all she knew. After they left this year..she would be alone. Truly separated in every sense of the word..

Present

Almost twenty years later and Nykai still felt that way. Detached and alone. She looked upon the face of the person she thought she was closest to..and yet she could barely recognize him. She tried not to let it bother her though. A person's appearance could change a lot in two years..she only wished her assignments hadn't kept her busy for that long.

"Good to see you too, Nyx." Remus said quietly with a light pat on her head. They were only one year apart, but they had always played the childish and mature sibling roles. "Oh, yes, I would like some tea Molly. And I'm sure we will have a few more people coming downstairs. I swear, she probably woke the up." He said, giving his sister a grin. Nykai hadn't even noticed Molly mentioning any tea.

"I'm not that loud!" She commented as Remus moved around her to help the lady with the tea. "I'm simply..expressive." The two older members in the kitchen simply shook their heads and Nykai had more time to look about. She wandered quietly out of the kitchen, her eyes and fingers doing a little investigation.

The house still seemed to familiar. Like a memory she had blocked out of mind..but knew was there. In the pallor, she picked up a dusty silver knick-knack. She wiped away the thick grime and looked at the family insignia on the top. Again, familiar but unplacable. She could only assume it was a family insignia by the fact it was on the snapping snuff box, the music box (which she was wise enough not to open), and all the fine silverware kept in the other room that had insisted at jumping at her hand when she went to pick on up.

Nykai shrugged and picked up a long athame on display on an old bookshelf. It was simple but gorgeous. The blade was black and as she wiped the dust away..she could only hope that the stain on the blade wasn't blood.

"What is the Order doing, basing themselves in an evil place like this?" She wondered, her eyes searching the titles on the bookshelf, the athame still in her hand. "For that matter, what am I doing remembering this place?"

Nykai's eyes finally fell upon the tapestry on the wall. She tilted her head and started to walk towards it with her curiosity that only increased with every other thing she looked at. Maybe it was that her mind was absorbed in trying to read what was on the tapestry, or maybe it was the plush carpet quieting his footfalls, but she never heard the stranger approach until it was far too late.

Author's Note: Ooh cliffhanger. Okay a few things, for those that don't know, an athame is a ritualistic dagger and medicor is the latin word for 'To heal.' I just added to 'io' at the end to make it sound more HP spellish. Thanks for the reviews people, I'm really honored. But now I would like the feedback on how Molly and Remus are so far. I'm afraid I'm not doing them justice.