A/N: Ok this chapter is filled with all different stuff. Thats what I love about this story- anyway, this chapter has people's thoughts, a little but from Bec and Dumbledore, two letters and two memories.

Chapter Six.

Dear Mum,

Nothing to worry about here, Ron is perfectly safe. It's Sunday, December 5th and Harry, Ron and Hermione want to come for Christmas, McGonagall is taking names tomorrow for people staying for Christmas. Is it okay if they say they are coming? Good, because some how I don't think Elvis would have got there in time for you to reply for she asks.

Have a good day,

Bec

Lily Evans walked down the isle, with Sirius by her side. Stephanie had already walked down, just before she did.

It was Lily's wedding today, and Steph's tomorrow. Lily's parents had just died so Sirius was doubling as Best Man and a father for Lily.

Steph smiled at the pair, later that night, dancing. It was so perfect.

'Dance with me?' Sirius asked.

'You look so different in a tux,' she laughed.

'Is that a yes?'

'Yeah,' she said, happily.

Bec,

I'm glad you said yes to her, because I would have said its fine anyway. I can't wait to have them round.

Is everyone ok now? You know, with the whole Sirius Black thing. It must have given you a right good scare, especially Ron. Tell them I can't wait to see them.

Sorry about the short letter but I have to get to work,

Mum

Stephanie wiped down table number seventeen, just like her boss told her to. So this is how she had wanted to spend her life, wiping down tables?

'When we get married-' Sirius had started.

'Yeah,' she said.

'What do you want to be?'

'I want to become a book shop owner,' she said.

Sirius had sat in silence, thinking over what she had said. 'Hmm . . . an Auror and a bookshop owner, it has a nice ring to it,' he said, getting up and kissing her on the forehead.

'Why do you want that?' he had asked her.

It didn't take her long to answer, 'because my mum always thought I would love to do that, and she was one too.'

'Oh,' he said quietly. Steph's mother had passed away a couple of months ago, from cancer.

'Yes, so that's what I want to do,' she said.

'Good, I'm happy that you want to do that,' he told her.

'I'm glad you are,' she said.

Rebecca Jansen opened the door to Dumbledore's office. McGonagall had given her the password when she told her why she wanted to see Dumbledore, she had understood perfectly.

'I was wondering, could you tell me about my father?' Bec asked after Dumbledore had asked her what she wanted.

'Hmm . . . it depends what you want to know,' he said.

'I just want to know what he was like,' she said.

'Surely your mother can tell you,' he had answered.

'No, she . . . she doesn't like to talk about him.'

'Ah, I see. Well that is perfectly normal when suffered a loss. What did she tell you happened to him?'

'Died in a car crash,' she said.

'True,' he lied. Why do they always use car crashes? First the Dursleys and now Stephanie.

'Your father was a trouble maker, loved to play Quidditch with his three best friends, a joker, always happy, never really liked his family as they were all Slytheirns and was always looking forward to spending time with your mother in the future.'

'The last one,' she inquired, 'what does that mean?'

'It means he was always looking forward to spending time with Stephanie in the future, he was always talking about getting married, only to your mum, no one else and looking forward to having kids.'

She nodded, happily. Her dad sounded fantastic, but there were two problems;

'His family was Slytheirns?'

'Yes, but he got into Gryffindor, it was the house that suited him the best. I often asked the Sorting Hat about whether he put him in the right house, but the hat always sticks with his decision.'

The other problem Dumbledore couldn't solve, the problem was he wasn't here.

'What was his name?' she asked.

'That,' he said, 'is for your mother to tell you. I'm not sure she wants you to know.'

'WHY?' she shouted.

Dumbledore remained calm, 'I agree with her. Something's are best kept to ourselves.'

Bec left, Poor Harry, yeah Harry this, Harry that. He knows who both is parents were, great people who were murdered. But why wont anyone tell me who my father is?

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