"Are you sure you feel well enough?" Remus worried over her, following her around the kitchen as she packed up the sweets she made. "Yes, Papa." She answered without looking up, stacking another container up on the counter.

Remus hadn't even gotten dressed yet, running a hand through his messy hair, "I-I just.." He racked his brain for an excuse to use, "What if you need to change? Or if you need to sit down cause of the cramps?" Cyra finally looked at him, a brow raised, "Then I go to the bathroom, and I'll sit down?" She took out two cookies from the last container, popping one in her mouth before holding out one to him, "Papa, I'm going to be fine. I'm used to a little pain."

He sighed, taking the cookie, "You're right.." Remus shook his head, taking a bite before continuing, "I'm being silly, aren't I?" Cyra smiled up at him, patting his hand softly, "No. But you will look silly if you show up in your slippers." He looked over his attire with a laugh, noticing he was still in his pajamas.

"Right, just give me five minutes and then we can go."

"CYRA!"

Cyra barely had time to place down the sweets on the kitchen table before she was stolen away. Letting out a laugh as a pair of arms dragged her into their embraces. Remus stepped off to the side, giving the trio their space, deciding to be nosy and see what Mrs. Weasley was cooking that smelled so good.

"We missed you!" George said, his head buried into her shoulder. Fred was nuzzling his head against her cheek, making her giggle, "We thought we might die!" Cyra resisted the urge to roll her eyes, hugging them back.

"OH and you'd think they would! Honestly! They spend five days without her, all spent whining about how they wish Cyra was here!" Mrs. Weasley complained as she entered the kitchen, swatting Remus's hand away from the biscuits. Remus smiled innocently at her, holding his hand close to his chest, "Well, it's my fault, after all. I kept her all to myself. You'll have to forgive me boys."

He resisted the urge to laugh as he saw both boy's expressions, showing they would not be forgiving. Fred took Cyra's hand, tugging her out of the kitchen, "Come on! We have a lot to catch up on!" George took the other, falling into step with his brother, "Yeah! We never get time to ourselves, what with you always hanging with that Hufflepuff boy!"

Remus's eyes widened at that, his head jerking in their direction, "What boy!?" They were already gone, leaving him in a tiff. Mrs. Weasley chuckled to herself, stirring the gravy in the pot, "Do you never tire of being the overprotective father?" He let out a sigh, relaxing his tense shoulders, "Nope, never. Especially not if it means keeping any grubby boy hands of her." She tsked at that, pointing her wooden spoon at him, "You know you have nothing to worry about. Not until she's a teenager. She's already so darling, she'll be a right beauty when she gets older. Fred and George will be fighting the boys off with every curse they have."

Remus let out a groan at the thought, though he knew her words were true, "Don't jinx me, Molly. If that happens, they'll be the only ones around her." He caught sight of the evil smile on her face as she turned away from him, "Would that be so bad?" He narrowed his eyes at her back, "Yes. I don't want their grubby hands on her especially."

She took no offense, humming softly to herself. Remus relaxed, now knowing the conversation was over. Reaching over to attempt to steal another biscuit, he finally recognized the tune she was humming.

"Absolutely not, Molly!" He hissed, biting into the biscuit grumpily, "My daughter will not become a Weasley. She'll stay a Lupin till the day she dies."

Cyra watched Fred as he began rummaging through his trunk, dodging the occasional toy that flew past her. George was scribbling on a notebook, his brows furrowed in concentration. She looked between the two, confused about what exactly they were doing. They dragged her into their room, talked about the things they all had done while home, before sharing some kind of look and hurrying off to gather their things.

Deciding the best course of action was to wait, she stayed seated on the floor, her hand pressed softly into her abdomen. Her cramps weren't too bad right now, but the heat and pressure from her hand helped ease them.

"Okay." George suddenly spoke, taking a seat beside Cyra, "So we've been trying to break down the secret. You were right when you said it was an incantation you had to say." She looked at him in confusion before the realization struck her, eyes darting over to the object Fred pulled out from the trunk.

"I thought I said to leave it at Hogwarts!" She exclaimed, looking quickly behind them to make sure no one was going to come in. She still didn't know if it was illegal or not.

"We were!" Fred defended, coming over to take a seat beside her, "But then Geroge and I started thinking! And we realized we didn't want it to fall in the wrong hands, so we decided to take it with us!" Cyra let out an exasperated sigh, the object had already fallen in the wrong hands.

"So, what have you got so far?" She conceded, turning to George for answers. Pleased with her defeat, he began, "Well it seems the map has been giving little hints, though it's more mocking. But we've come to the realization that maybe the way in is a certain phrase." Cyra nodded along, looking over the list he had written down, "Uh huh..and you think open sesame is it?" George shook his head, pointing at it on the list, "No, it's Open Says Me, and it's scratched out. So it didn't work." Fred sighed, staring down at the parchment, "We get different ones too. They're like separate entities. Mr. Prongs, Mr. Padfoot, Mr. Wormtail, and Mr. Moony. All very funny blokes, though they know where to hit where it hurts."

Cyra was lost in thought, the names swimming around in her mind. Why did they sound so familiar? Oh! But it couldn't be her Moony right? Reaching out her hand, she took the parchment from Fred, looking down at it, "Ms. Lupin would like entry please." She figured they stated their names, so maybe just stating yourself worked. She watched as the words appeared, her breath catching.

'Mr. Prongs would like to offer his condolences that Ms. Lupin seems to have inherited her father's intelligence to think something as simple as introducing yourself would work. Good try, though.'

'Mr. Wormtail would like to insist Ms. Lupin try harder next time'

'Mr. Moony insists Mr. Prongs shut his fat mouth and offers his very curious advice to think about it more carefully before Ms. Lupin tries again.'

'Mr. Prongs would like to insist he does not have a fat mouth.'

'Mr. Padfoot would like to insist that Mr. Prongs does have a fat mouth.'

Cyra giggled as the different names argued amongst themselves, "Well that's interesting." The words slowly faded back into the paper, leaving it blank. "Isn't it?" George replied, looking it over with interest. She nodded, handing it back over to Fred before standing up, walking over to sit on the bed to be a bit more comfortable.

"So it doesn't just insult you.." She muttered to herself, thinking, "It's like you said, Fred, separate entities. Like someone left a part of themselves." Fred blinked at that, looking back down at the parchment, "You mean like their magic?" Cyra's eyes widened as it struck her, hopping up, "Yes! Exactly like that! This is like the sorting hat!"

At their confused looks, she sighed, having to explain, "The Sorting Hat was created by Godric Gryffindor. He put part of his magic in it, and it became a magical object capable of consciousness! Like this parchment!" Their eyes lit up as it dawned on them, George speaking first, "So these are real people?" Fred stood up, rushing over to Cyra's side, "Do you think we could get them to tell us the password?"

She looked at the parchment with a triumphant smile, "I don't think we could, we are going to get them to tell us. I don't appreciate Mr. Prongs insinuation about my intelligence." George laughed with his brother, joining them in the huddle, "And how are we going to do that?"

"How are you going to do what?"

They leaped apart, Fred hiding the parchment behind his back as they faced Remus standing in the doorway. Cyra shot him a sweet smile, "Nothing Papa!" He narrowed his eyes at that, looking each of them over to see if there was anything that could give them away. When the result was nothing, his expression softened, "Okay. If you say so. Molly is waiting down there, food is ready." Cyra looked back to see Fred shoving the parchment in the back of his trousers, hiding the top with his sweater, "We'll be right there, Mr. Lupin!"

Remus gave them one last look over before stepping back out, his footsteps receding back down the stairs. Once they were sure he was gone, they let out a breath of relief. "Right," Cyra began, stepping towards the hall, "We better go eat." George joined her, glancing back at his brother, "Fred, leave that in here. We can't trust Mum won't do a body search." Deciding he was right, Fred took the parchment out, hiding it back at the bottom of his trunk.

"Alright, let's see here! Ron!" Mrs. Weasley was a ball of sunshine as she gave out the presents. Cyra was situated between the twins, holding the boxes she was given, waiting her turn to open. Remus had told her that her present was waiting at home, so she would get it after they returned.

Once all of the boxes were doled out, Mr. Weasley motioned to them all, "Alright, dig in!" Cyra decided to open the smaller one first, seeing Tonk's handwriting on the tag. Once the wrapping was off, she saw it was a jewelry box. Glancing up, she saw the teenage girl sitting beside Charlie, staring at her in excitement.

Feeling nervous, she carefully opened it, a gasp leaving her as she saw the necklace. Gold wiring encasing a yellow crystal that looked like sunshine. Looking back at Tonks, she whispered gratefully, "Thank you so much!" She grinned back at her, "Of course, love! I saw it in Hogsmeade and knew you would be perfect for it! It's a Yellow Andara crystal. The lady at the shop said the wearer will be given very peaceful times, as well as quicker healing. I thought it was just pretty, and looked like sunshine. Like your name!"

Cyra flushed from her words, taking the necklace from the box and clasping it around her neck. The bigger box from Mrs. Weasley was next, she carefully untied the ribbon, not wanting to ruin it. Inside was a yellow sweater with a black 'C' on the front of it.

"Now I know what house you're in, I wanted to do it in your house colors!" Mrs. Weasley chimed in, smiling down at her. Cyra smiled back, hugging the soft sweater close, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." On both sides of her was red sweaters being held up. Fred looked at his sweater that held a 'G', his brother doing the same.

Turning to his twin, Fred held out the sweater, "Here you are Gred." George laughed, trading with him, "Thank you very much, Feorge!" Cyra spotted Mrs. Weasley's guilt over the fact she mixed up her sons again. Wanting to cheer things up, she glanced over at Charlie, "Thank goodness you were a Gryffindor! We'd be pretty confused!" Charlie saw what she was doing, and joked along, "Now, little did you know, yellow is my color." She laughed, making a scene by clutching at her sweater protectively.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I am stuffed!" Remus chimed in as they stepped out of the floo and into their cabin. Cyra placed her presents onto the armchair, pressing her hand on her stomach, "Yeah, I don't think I could eat another bite." He shot her a look, taking out his wand and accioing her heating pad and giving it to her, "Go rest on the couch, I'll get the presents, okay?"

She shot him a grateful smile before going to her favorite spot. It was a very eventful day, but she couldn't ignore the exhausted feeling she felt. Not now that she was finally home. Yawning, she kicked off her shoes, curling her legs underneath her. Remus reappeared with the presents floating behind him, moving his wand with a flick and carefully placing them in a small pile on the couch before her.

She looked over them all, noticing Dumbledore's first, the bright starry paper giving him away. Remus took a seat on the other end, "They sent them earlier this morning. I suppose you should do Headmaster Dumbledore's first, if just to save our corneas from the brightness." She giggled at that, taking the obscenely bright paper off. Inside was model of the full moon, floating and glowing above a disk as if it were real.

Looking back at Remus, she asked him, "Do you think Headmaster Dumbledore understands the irony of this?" Remus chuckled, watching the moon spin around, "I am absolutely sure he does. And that is exactly why he got it." Cyra let out an amused sigh, placing it to the side. At least she could admire the full moon without the fear of changing. It was definitely a nice thought.

Opening McGonagall's present, she removed the paper to reveal a book. Reading the cover, she smiled, "Spells and Charms for the Young Baker." Turning it over to read the back, her smile grew wider, "Harmless and simple enough to remain undetected for the underage witches and wizards." Remus's eyes bulged, taking it carefully from her, "Did Professor McGonagall just give you a loophole from the trace?!" Cyra laughed, placing the paper over in the pile with the rest.

Next was Snape's, to which was very small compared to the others. But Cyra always loved to save his for last. Opening the small box, she stared at the bottle within, watching the shimmering purple liquid swirl around. Remus took the note that fell from the box, reading it out loud for her.

'Ms. Lupin, while I am sure you are disappointed to see no sweets to stuff your greedy mouth with, I present you with something much more valuable. This is the extract from the Echo Angelroot, an ingredient used to create potions to assist with trauma and emotional outbursts. When extracted to its purest form, it can be used as a salve on the skin, just a few drops will bring the wearer a feeling of calm and soothe any stress. Next time you feel your little problem arise, and you are prepared to bite, put one drop behind each ear. It should help.'

Cyra stared down at the bottle, almost hypnotized, "That..is really nice of him." Remus forced a smile, placing the note down beside her, "Very." She then looked up at him with a small pout, "My mouth isn't greedy though. I just like sweets. Nothing wrong with that." His smile was genuine this time, patting her head comfortingly, "There there, I know."

He gave his assistance to her when it came time to open his present, the size being much too large for the couch so it had to be sat on the floor. Once she pulled the flaps from the box, she stared down in it with wide eyes. Slowly, she reached in, taking out a worn brown bomber jacket, "Is..this.." Remus nodded, feeling a bit nervous, "It's mine. Or, it was mine back in my school days." He took the right sleeve, running his fingers over the full moon patch with 'Moony' stitched over it.

Cyra looked over it, taking in the scent of her father, but also the faint smell of others. At the realization how personal it was, she turned to him, "A-Are you sure you want me to have this?" His eyes looked sad for a moment as he looked it over, but it was gone within a flash when he turned to her, "Yes, Cyra. It's rightfully yours. It may be a bit big, mind you, but I'm sure you'll grow into it."

She hugged it to her chest for a moment before placing it to the side and hugging him next. Remus chuckled, running his fingers through her curls, "Now that isn't all. There's some more in there." She took a moment to gather herself before pulling away, diving back into the box. Inside was not only a brand new apron, but also a poster.

Rolling it out, she gasped loudly, "You got me another Bon Jovi poster!?" Remus sighed, rubbing the back of his tense neck, "Yes, I figured it could replace that empty space on your wall. Remember where it went?" He gave her a knowing look, watching her squirm before he cracked a smile, "Besides, he looked pretty cool in this one. And his hair is still pretty." Cyra giggled, looking back at the poster with a dreamy smile, "Yeah..it is." After a moment, she furrowed her brows at the bare arms, "Wait..he has a superman tattoo?"

Remus leaned in to look, raising a brow, "Huh, guess so. Why, is that a deal breaker?" Cyra shook her head frantically, looking at him with a twinkle in her eyes, "No! He has a tattoo! That's so cool!" For a moment, he looked down at Cyra and saw himself, starry-eyed over a pretty boy with long hair and tattoos. And that was not okay.

"Goodnight dear."

Cyra softly whispered her response as he kissed the top of her forehead, "Goodnight Papa." Once her door was shut, she stood there for a moment before turning her head to Dumbledore's gift. The glow radiating from the moon gave a dim light around the room, allowing her to see as she stepped around to get to her bed.

She kept the jacket on, even as she curled up under the sheets, allowing the familiar and foreign scents to take over her senses. There was the deeper scent of her Papa, but it mingled so closely with the smell of cigarette smoke. She didn't think her Papa was a smoker, but she didn't know about his younger self. Reaching into the pockets, she felt the rough crinkled paper inside, piquing her curiosity.

Slipping it out, she carefully unfolded it in the dim light, squinting her eyes to read.

'Moony, I said I was sorry.'

'Moony, please. I can't stand you to be mad at me.'

'Then you shouldn't have done it.'

'I know. I'm an idiot. I'm sorry, truly. If I could turn back time, I would make it so my dumbass self never played that stupid prank.'

'That wasn't a prank, Padfoot, it was attempted murder. And I would have been the cause.'

'You're right. I'm sorry. I wish there was something better I could say.'

'I should hate you. I trusted you Padfoot. I trusted you and the others with my secret.'

'I know. Prongs already gave me a right black eye for it.'

'I had wondered where it came from.'

'You were looking at me? I have spent all day trying to catch your eye.'

'When you were talking to Lily. But that doesn't mean I forgive you.'

'I know, I hope one day you can. I love you Moony. I'm sorry.'

'I love you too. Now pay attention to McGonagall.'

Cyra stared at her Papa's handwriting, feeling a strange feeling of loss. Who was Padfoot? She had heard never heard him mention this person. What happened? What did Padfoot do to make her Papa so upset? Carefully folding it back up, she placed it into the pocket where she found it, pulling the sheets over her head.

While inspiring more questions, this at least answered one she had. Her Papa did in fact have something to do with the parchment the twins found. But she would be keeping that secret for now, along with her own.