3 January 1980

Dora held her breath as she opened the door to Ministry holding cell number four; it was where Remus had been brought earlier that morning after he'd killed Rabastan Lestrange. While she'd been expecting to see Remus that day, it was not her plan to see him after he'd taken someone's life, even if that someone happened to be her newly deceased husband.

Dora clapped her hand over her mouth upon seeing Remus chained to a chair with his head down. He was dirty, bloodied, and wearing rags that barely covered him. He was in obvious pain, from the way his body was contorted to fit the chains around his ankles, his wrists, and his waist. He let out a quiet sniffle and shifted his gaze to meet hers.

"Remus," she gasped, coming to his side instantly. She put her hand on his torn cheek but he flinched and backed away from where he sat. "What—"

"How could you?" Remus's voice was low and hoarse. "How could you do this to me?"

"I don't under—"

"You slept with him. You said it'd be a fake marriage but you reeked of him. How could you?"

"No, Remus, you misunderstand—"

"He stuck his fucking tongue down your throat and you just stood there, taking it—"

"We've never had sex," Dora interrupted bluntly. "Of course I had to let him kiss me, he's my husband—"

"Was. I killed him," Remus whispered. "I'm a monster."

"No, you're not. No one can blame you—"

Remus exhaled sharply. "Really? The last Auror who came in here said I'd be lucky to make it past lunch."

"What?" Dora shrieked. "They want to take you to Azka—"

"If only," Remus interrupted, his head drooping back to his chest. "I am going to die, Dora." His voice cracked, and a dry sob escaped from his throat. She pulled a chair in front of him, sat down, and put her hand on his knee, which was covered in dry blood and dirt. He began heaving with sobs as soon as she touched him. His scarred chest rattled with hitched breaths as he wept desperately.

"I k-k-killed him…it's all my f-f-fault…I should've t-t-trusted you…I'm going to be e-executed…" Remus cried incoherently, his head finally resting on Dora's shoulder, filling it with hot, salty tears. His hands struggled in their chains, and Dora stood to wrap her arms around him, letting his head rest against her abdomen. He stilled abruptly, with his ear against her midsection, though his breaths remained ragged and shallow.

"They're growing," Dora said softly. "Our babies are growing, Remus."

"Shh." Remus pressed his ear further onto her belly, listening closely. "I want to listen…I'm never going to hear this again…I want to remember what my children's heartbeats sound like…tell them I'm sorry, Dora…it's what I'll think about when…when I die." He sobbed quietly against her, bringing his lips to her swollen belly and kissing it, whispering apologies to the little lives growing inside.

"Tell them I'm sorry…I love them…I love you, all of you."

Dora's eyes filled with tears. They spilled over onto her cheeks, falling down to the top of Remus's head. Her eyes stung but nothing hurt more than listening to him apologize repeatedly to her – and their children – for failing them all.

"This isn't your fault," Dora murmured. "This is all on me – I should never have agreed to this stupid plan, even if one of the Lestranges is dead."

"The fault lies with me." The door swung open and Dumbledore came into the holding cell, looking tired and somber. "I will make better apologies to you both at another time – I'm here with some news." Mad-Eye stepped in behind Dumbledore and closed the door behind them.

"You won't be executed, Lupin," Mad-Eye said gruffly. Dora almost collapsed with relief and she kissed the top of Remus's head, thrilled with the turn of events. "You'll be sent to Azkaban instead."

"How long?" asked Dora. Mad-Eye's grimace and Dumbledore's grave expression were enough to confirm her fears.

Mad-Eye nodded at Dumbledore and replied, "For life – no chance of early release."

"It is the most we could hope for," Dumbledore said gravely. "I'm sorry we are unable to do more."

Dora placed her arms around Remus again, letting him rest his head against her baby bump. Her heart ached, knowing that even though he'd be alive, he'd be wasting away in prison until his dying day. If their children ever saw him, they would have to be old enough to cast their own Patronus Charms, assuming he lived long enough to see that day. Dementors weren't known to provide medical care for anyone, much less for werewolves who ripped themselves apart once a month.

"Can I visit him?" Dora asked quietly, holding his head in her hands. He was downcast, sniffling to himself, but no longer weeping.

"I believe so, but no more than once a month," Dumbledore replied. "However, given your pregnancy, it would be unwise for you to see him. The Dementors can affect your children as much as they affect you."

"Don't visit me," Remus croaked, resting his ear on her belly again. "I don't want them to get hurt."

"Can I send letters or pictures?" asked Dora, running a hand through Remus's shaggy, muddied hair.

"You may, but it will have to be through someone else. One of his friends, perhaps." Dumbledore stood by the door, hands clasped in front of him, while Dora stroked her thumb on Remus's cheek.

"It's time to go, lass," Mad-Eye said curtly. "We'll tell you what you need to know but it's time for you to say goodbye."

Dora held Remus's face in her hands and kissed him, gently at first, tasting the tip of his tongue just barely before she had to pull away. Her eyes were teary, as were his, and all she tasted were the bitter, salty tears they shared.

"I'll make this right," Dora whispered. "You'll come home to us and we'll be a proper family – you, me, and our babies."

Remus buried his nose in her abdomen, kissing it thrice. It was the last moment with him she'd have until after their children were born.

…..

6 January 1980

The day of Rabastan's funeral was cold and wet. Dora was dressed in black, for mourning, though she hadn't cared in the least that Rabastan was dead. All the tears she had shed in the last several days were for Remus, who now sat alone in a cell in Azkaban for the rest of his days. No amount of bribery could release him any earlier – or at all, given that he'd received a literal life sentence for his crimes – and so he would spend the rest of his life in the wizarding prison for his attempted murder and manslaughter of Rabastan Lestrange.

Remus and Rabastan were found the morning after the full moon by a local wizarding family, who reported the grisly sight to the Ministry. Remus, realizing what he'd done, surrendered upon their arrival. Moody was one of the Aurors who had reported to the forest and he made quite a show of arresting and manhandling Remus for the others' benefit, but had been the reason why Remus survived to tell the tale, as he'd almost died from his own self-inflicted injuries. Moody alerted Dumbledore, and the two of them went to work instantly with the Wizengamot and Aurors to negotiate a better outcome.

Dumbledore and Moody were able to commute his punishment from execution to a life sentence upon proving that while Remus had attempted to kill Rabastan, he had an obvious change of heart moments later when he realized that the moon was rising. It was Rabastan's fault he Side-Along Apparated with Remus, but Remus was still held at fault for inciting aggression in the first place. Dumbledore and Moody argued that given Remus's lycanthropy, he wasn't in the clearest frame of mind in the minutes leading up to the full moon, as he'd already scuffled with Lestrange at the White Wyvern earlier that night. None of this gained any sympathy with the Wizengamot, but the proof of Rabastan's Splinching and Remus's memory were enough to prove that Remus had done his best to prevent Rabastan's brutal murder after the first attempt failed.

Dumbledore promised that when Voldemort was defeated and the Lestranges' role in the war was proven, he'd try his best to exonerate Remus of his crimes. Rabastan had enough of a criminal record – and Dora herself could provide a small mountain of evidence to show he was far from the perfect, innocent pureblood wizard – that Remus's treatment of him, while unlawful, was not unjustified. Moreover, Dumbledore told Dora that because Remus had insider information regarding the Lestranges' personal assets and their connection to Voldemort, he believed he might be able to free Remus as soon as the war was over.

Dora wanted to believe Dumbledore. She wanted to believe that somehow, justice would be served and Remus would be set free, but she knew too much about the inner workings of the Ministry and prejudicial attitudes towards werewolves. She knew that it would take much more than the truth to set Remus free after the way he'd killed Rabastan.

Dora couldn't help how much she'd been crying since she found out Remus was sent to Azkaban for life. It happened to be convenient that this coincided with Rabastan's death, as all her relatives assumed she was distraught over her husband's untimely death. If it wasn't for Remus's incarceration, Dora would've been thrilled to have gotten rid of Rabastan. Now she would've given anything to have Remus free, including another several months of having Rabastan Lestrange groping her.

She sat in the library of Grimmauld Place, taking a few moments for herself, when she saw Narcissa at the entrance.

"You can come in." Cissa joined Dora in the armchairs around the fireplace, watching her carefully.

"How are you?"

"How do you think?" Dora snapped. Cissa raised an eyebrow at her and sat back in her armchair, putting a hand on her little baby bump.

"You're taking this…differently…than we expected."

"It's more for my children," Dora lied, knowing a lie was more convincing when intermingled with the truth. "They won't have a father."

"You could remarry. There are plenty of wizards looking for someone like you."

"You mean an up-the-duff widow? The only taker might be Ariadne Nott's creepy, fifty-something year old son."

"He finally married," Cissa said evenly. "A Greek witch. They had a son called Theodore last month."

"Good for them," Dora grunted.
"You were always so popular at school…Avery, Yaxley, Rosier…I can't fathom why any of them wouldn't want to marry you, if you really wanted a father for your children."

"I'll be fine."

"What about Severus?" Cissa suggested. "He's a half-blood, but you two were always good friends."

"Sev?" Dora thought briefly of the two of them, married, and she burst into peals of laughter for the first time in weeks. Despite the fact that they really were good friends, it was impossible to imagine herself in a relationship with the man who she'd first called Professor Snape.

"Is there anyone you'd consider?"

"Why do you care?" Dora asked brusquely. "It's not your problem."

"Because we're family…and you're like the little sister I never had." Cissa sat primly, but Dora heard the earnestness in her voice. "I want you to be happy, Dora…you've always been so unhappy."

"I haven't always been unhappy."

"You were happiest when Regulus was alive and you were working, even I knew you didn't want to marry him. You've been unhappy for a long time, haven't you?"

"Life isn't fair, Cissa. It doesn't matter if I'm happy."

"It does matter. Your children will need you."

Dora gazed at Cissa curiously for several seconds. "How do you mean? I'm not going to off myself, if that's what you're trying to say."

Cissa sighed in relief. "Thank you. We've been concerned for you and we want to help you."

"We?"

"I've been concerned for you and I want to help you," Cissa said emphatically. "For a long time, I might add. I don't know what you've been doing when I don't see you, Dora, but something is wrong. You're jumpy and easily startled. When you got pregnant…that is unlike you. I've never known you to engage in such risky behavior." If it wasn't for Cissa's stern tone and demeanor, Dora would've burst into laughter again. She'd been engaging in nothing but risky behavior for years. "What's going on? What aren't you telling us?"

"What do you want me to tell you?"

"I want to know what you've been doing for years outside of your job – you're not one of them, are you?" Cissa gestured to her forearm, and Dora rolled her sleeve up, showing the pale, blank skin.

"I'm not. Never will be, either."

"Then what are you doing with your time? You're never at any of the society events, like most others. You've never had a boyfriend and the only family you see regularly is Bella."

"I live with Walburga now," Dora retorted. "I've seen plenty of her lately."

"You only live here because you married Rabastan! How long will it be until you move out and we're left guessing what you're doing?"

"We? I thought you only said you were concerned about me. Last I checked, no one in this bloody family cares if I live or die, so long as there are heirs."

"My sister cares about you more than you'll ever know."

"Bella doesn't give a shit about me, and you know it," Dora snarled.

"I didn't mean Bella," Cissa snapped. Her eyes widened and she glanced around, as if she'd said something very offensive.

"You mean…Andromeda?" Dora said quietly, and Cissa nodded.

"We write to each other sometimes and she's been writing more often…I know you stay in touch with her, but she hasn't heard from you in over a month."

Dora exhaled slowly and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "She shouldn't have told you that."

"She's worried about you. She doesn't tell me much, but I know my sister. Something else is wrong and I want to help you."

"Would you please drop it? I'm fine and I don't need any help!"

Cissa pursed her lips into a thin, tight line and swished her wand in an arc around them, creating a muffled bubble around them.

"If it's privacy you're worried about, no one will be able to hear or see us in this. Please talk to me, Dora. If Andromeda and I are both worried for you, it can't be good. The last time we were this worried about someone, it was Bella, before she gave her life over to the Dark Lord."

"Is that what you're afraid of? That I'll get a Dark Mark?" Dora asked.

"The Dark Lord as good as replaced all of Bella's loved ones," Cissa said softly. "Including her husband. Your children will need you. The Dark Lord is neither a father nor husband, Dora, and I'm afraid for you and your babies."

"Is that why you want me to marry literally anyone else?"

"It's why I want you to have a life away from all that – it's nowhere for a witch to be."

"What about your son, Cissa?" Dora asked, staring intensely ahead. "Do you want your son anywhere near the Dark Lord?"

Narcissa's breath hitched and she clutched her midsection with her hand. "What do you know?"

"I don't know anything – but if you are against a world in which the Dark Lord is its leader—"

"—is that what he wants?" Cissa gasped. "I know he wants to rid us of Mud—Muggleborns—and purify society—"

"Is that what you want? No more Muggleborns?"

"I don't hate them, you know," Cissa murmured. "I don't like them marrying into pureblood families, but they're not so…why are you asking me?"

"I'm asking because I think you might be able to help me, after all," Dora said, as Cissa's jaw dropped. "You can't ask me anything about it and you can't tell anyone about it – not even Lucius - but if you want to help me, there's something you can do."

"I can't tell my husband?"

"Or your father-in-law, Abraxas. If you decide you can't help me, I'll modify your memory accordingly." Cissa gawked at Dora, seemingly at a loss for words. "If you think you're in danger, we'll do an Unbreakable Vow instead."

"Seeing as you're unable to say anything, I'll do the talking for us. There is a diary somewhere in Malfoy Manor that I need. It belonged to someone called T.M. Riddle and I need it as if my life depended on it. You can't ask how I know about it, why I know where it is, or what I plan to do with it. If you want to help me – this is it."

Cissa sat, unmoving, while Dora wrapped her fingers around her wand. She'd lifted it, ready to modify a memory, when Cissa shook her head.

"Don't modify my memory. I want to help you…but you need to promise me that my family won't get hurt."

"If you're willing to make an Unbreakable Vow, I'll defend your family with my life," Dora said earnestly. "I need that diary."

"This will help you, Dora? This is what you need to be happy?"

"It'll help me be happier. I really can't say more, but you've got no idea how much of a difference this'll make in my life."

"Your eyes are brighter now," Cissa said, puzzled. "Sometimes they are darker or lighter grey – they're lighter again."

Dora lifted her eyebrows, deciding not to reply to her eye's color change. "Take it as a sign of happiness. If you're willing to make the Unbreakable Vow and you're serious about helping me, I'll be in your debt."

"But who are we going to get to make the Unbreakable Vow? If no one else can know…?"

"Albus Dumbledore, of course."

Cissa choked on air and Dora smiled triumphantly. After many seconds of sputtering, and a good deal of convincing on Dora's part, an utterly gobsmacked Narcissa Malfoy agreed to meet with Dumbledore.

After the diary horcrux, only Hufflepuff's cup would remain.

…..

22 January 1980

"Thank you for meeting with us," Dumbledore greeted, once Sirius was seated across from his desk. "I understand you're upset—"

"I'm fucking pissed," Sirius growled, glaring at Dora. "You two came up with this catastrophic plan and one of my best friends kills someone, is almost executed, and is now stuck at Azkaban for the rest of his life. Upset doesn't begin to describe how I am and no one but us know why Remus decided to go after Rabastan."

Dora shrank into her seat, knowing that Sirius was right; very few people knew the truth about the father of her children, much less the arrangement that had been settled to ensure she inherited the Lestrange vault and the contents therein.

"I have faith that Remus will be released one day," Dumbledore replied serenely, though Dora had her doubts.

Sirius scoffed and threw his arms in the air angrily. "Fat lot of good 'faith' does us when he's locked away for life."

Dumbledore sighed and set his half-moon spectacles on his desk. "I know this isn't what you want to hear, but it's the best we can do at the moment. He is alive and that is what matters."

"Is that what I came here to learn? That nothing's changed?" Sirius spat.

"That's not true. Rabastan is dead and we've only got two Lestranges to go," Dora pled. "I need help – anyone's help – to get them out of the way. It can't be me—"

"Are we your assassins now?"

"I've got other things to manage—"

"You won't rest until all of us are in Azkaban, will you?"

"Sirius, stop," Dumbledore ordered. "Dora is doing her best, as am I. She recently enlisted the help of your cousin, Narcissa, and another mission was successful."

"You got Cissa to help you? Her?" Sirius said, dumbstruck.

"I needed something from her and I got it," Dora said impatiently. "The last thing I need belongs to the Lestrange vault. With that…Voldemort's as good as gone."

"How can you be so sure?"

"We've been discussing how we will defeat him," Dumbledore interrupted. "It requires careful planning but we must wait a little while longer before we can defeat him."

"How long is a little while? How long will you let Remus rot away in Azkaban?" Sirius demanded.

Dora met Dumbledore's eyes. He nodded and she turned to face Sirius. "Are the Potters expecting a baby, Sirius?"

Sirius's brow knit together at once. "You shouldn't know about that."

"They are? This is important."

"Yeah, they are," Sirius said, waving his hand aside. "Due around the same time as you. They were going to tell Moony last week – told me and Wormtail—"

"Tell him about the prophecy," Dora interjected. "Tell him everything I told you eight years ago."

Dumbledore put his half-moon spectacles back on and explained what Dora knew of the prophecy from her time in the Order of the Phoenix: it had to do with a child born to the Potters and it meant the end of Lord Voldemort. The details of the prophecy were unknown, as the Tonks of that time wasn't given much information regarding the prophecy, though she knew that it was made around the time that the Potters' child was born. Moreover, the prophecy was made to Dumbledore, and as he had heard nothing yet, there was no telling if or when it would happen in this timeline.

"It is unknown how Voldemort learned of the prophecy," Dumbledore said carefully, "as in Dora's original time, he targeted the Potters and while their child lived, his parents did not."

Sirius stared at Dumbledore and Dora in silence, opening and closing his mouth in disbelief.

"Understandably, I've been trying my fucking hardest not to let that happen," Dora added. "But we've got a plan to ambush Voldemort whether or not he learns of the prophecy, or if it happens at all. If the prophecy is never made or if Voldemort never hears of it, we're going to wait until I've given birth for me to help bring him down. I'm not risking any more lives." Dora put her hands on her expanding belly. Despite the pain it caused to think that Remus would have to wait in Azkaban for several more months until there was a chance for him to be released – assuming Dumbledore could make good on his promise to try getting him out when Voldemort was defeated – she wasn't ready to hasten their plans. She'd risked too much already; her twins lives' were non-negotiable. No matter what happened in the war, her children would survive.

"If the prophecy is made and he hears it, we're going to trick Voldemort at the right time," Dora continued. "We'll trap him when he's at his most vulnerable." Dora met Dumbledore's gaze again and he closed his eyes slowly, confirming the plans. While Dora destroyed all the horcruxes with Fiendfyre, Dumbledore would corner Voldemort and duel him to the death with Mad-Eye at his side. As soon as the horcruxes were destroyed, Dora would join the battle and with any luck, the three of them would take down Voldemort once and for all.

"We can't say more for our plans," Dumbledore said calmly. "However, in order to reach this point, we need to get into the Lestrange vault."

"And my children need to be born," Dora added. "I can't speed up my pregnancy but we can plan for the Lestranges."

Sirius had been unusually quiet since hearing of the prophecy. His knuckles were white as he gripped the arms of the chair he sat in. Occasionally, he shook his head or raised an eyebrow, but hadn't interrupted. He exhaled slowly and ran his hands through his long hair, sighing heavily.

"What happens if this – thing – isn't taken from the vault?" he asked.

"Voldemort wins," Dora said simply. "Cissa helped me get one of the things I needed and Dumbledore promised safety for her family in exchange. We have to wait until the prophecy is made – if it's made, of course – to see if the Potters are in danger. Whatever happens with the prophecy, though, I guarantee we won't see the end of Voldemort until I get into the Lestrange vault."

"You can't do that now?"

Dora shook her head furiously. "They're keeping me at an arm's length. The will and estate are restrictive and I can't undo anything until I'm the only one left."

"This is the only way to keep them alive?" Sirius asked, his light grey eyes now filled with mourning.

"Yes," Dumbledore and Dora said in unison.

"It's the only way to win the war," Dumbledore said, moving his beard aside. "We're informing you as best we can. You know more than anyone else in the Order."

"Dora knows everything," Sirius said, offended.

"I'm actually not a part of the Order this time," Dora mumbled. "I doubt I'd be welcome."

Sirius's guilty expression was enough to confirm Dora's suspicions. Even with her morphing and an alternate persona, it was getting too risky to go to Order meetings. She was told precious little of the Order's activities, in order to keep her contact with Voldemort steadier.

"I will not be telling the Order of the plot against the Lestranges," said Dumbledore, shocking Dora and Sirius alike. "We cannot appear to know too much. Sirius, I encourage you and your closest friends to go after them while the Order tries to prevent other tragedies. Dora, did Voldemort think Rabastan's death was at all planned?"

"No, but it wasn't," Dora said, confused. "They knew Remus was a member of the Order though – I won't share all the terrible things they said about him or you – but Voldemort, Rodolphus, and Bellatrix all think it was a crime of passion." She scoffed as Sirius made a strangled sound from the back of his throat.

"A what? A crime of passion?"

"We had to find a way to explain why Remus went after Rabastan with a Killing Curse," Dumbledore replied evenly. "He acted alone…and connecting an attempted murder to an otherwise innocent man doesn't bode well for our cause, or for Remus."

"They said that Remus has been in love with me for years. After seeing Rabastan with me, he grew jealous. Fueled by the rising moon, Remus went back to kill, realized what he had tried to do, and had a change of heart."

Sirius began protesting, but Dumbledore put his hand up to stop him. "May I remind you that Remus agreed to this alibi as a condition of receiving a life sentence rather than execution. It unfortunately plays into the stereotypes that werewolves are driven by lust, but by appealing to his nature, we were able to reduce the sentence."

"But that's bullshit!" Sirius shouted. "That doesn't help him at all!"

"It's better than him being dead," Dora shot back. "Voldemort would care more if Remus targeted Rabastan because of something to do with the Order. Remus pretending to be a stereotypical werewolf means Voldemort can compartmentalize him into someone who doesn't matter. All the Lestranges have to be killed like this – Voldemort can't know we're after them."

"So it's a good thing Moony's rotting away?" Sirius growled. "He killed Rabastan the right way?"

"You know it's not," Dora said coldly. "You should know better than anyone how much I regret everything that happened. The only good thing that came out of this is Rabastan's death. I'd have him alive again if it meant Remus was free."

Sirius snorted loudly, glaring at her, and Dumbledore cleared his throat. "We are only human, Sirius. For now, we need your help with Rodolphus and Bellatrix."

"You said you wanted to help us more and know what we were doing," Dora snapped. "This is how you can help. If Cissa can do something for the war, so can you."

"She only did it so her precious Death Eater husband and spawn will live."

"You're doing it for the people you love – how is that any different? We can have different motivations and win the same war, arsehole."

"Please stop," Dumbledore said tiredly. "Fighting among ourselves is not the way forward. I do not wish to see your family torn apart any further. We all have our parts to play – Dora is managing one, and Sirius, you and your friends can manage another. If you decline, I will find someone else to help me."

Sirius's chest rose and fell rapidly as he breathed angrily. He continued glaring at Dora, before settling his eyes on her midsection. "Fine, but only because it's the right thing to do for everyone." He snatched his leather jacket from the back of the chair and stomped toward the Floo, disappearing behind the emerald flames seconds later.

"I do believe that could have gone much worse," Dumbledore said, after a moment's silence.

Dora fought the urge to strangle him; instead, she stormed to the Floo, eager to get home. She'd had enough of plotting murder for the day.

…..

12 February 1980

Dear Remus,

Please thank Sirius for me for bringing you this letter. He's upset with me – I'm sure you are, too – but he agreed to send you the little good news I have. Enclosed you'll find an image of our little ones. The baby on the right is a little girl, and the baby on the left is a little boy. We're having a son and daughter. The Healer says we're all in perfect health. Their heartbeats are strong and clear. I was told to expect them in late July – that's less than six months away! I know you can't write me back, but if you read this letter in front of Sirius, can you tell me if you have any ideas for baby names? I'm giving them pompous pureblood names to start with but I'll change them as soon as I can. It's what's expected of me, even if I hate it. If you'd like to know, I've decided on Leo and Lyra. They're both stars, which is a Black family tradition, but I don't care about that. Please tell Sirius if you have any ideas for names. I want to call our daughter Hope, after your wonderful mother. I won't be able to change her name until the war is over.

Walburga allowed me to go back to work so long as I lived with her at Grimmauld Place. I couldn't stand being stuck with her all day but she was willing to let me go back if I promised to raise our children there. She's referring to herself as their grandmother. I'm letting her have her fun – this is the loveliest she's been since Regulus died.

I've been spending more time with Cissa and Andromeda. They're reconciling more now that they've got me to worry about. I can't tell you much about it, but Cissa helped me with my treasure hunt. Sirius will probably tell you that the Potters are expecting. Our children will be born around the same time and they'll go to school together. I can hardly believe it.

I'm doing all right, other than missing you every day. I wish you could see me. I'm getting bigger and it breaks my heart you can't see us. I still have to see a certain Dark wizard every week. He's weirdly fascinated by my pregnancy. Apparently he's never spent this much time with a pregnant witch. I can tell he's confused by my thoughts. He doesn't understand love, especially maternal love.

I hope you're well as you can be. I miss you. I love you. I can't wait to see you again. I'll We'll be waiting for you.

All our love,

Dora and your children