AN/ Here's a little more back story before I get to the main plot. There is one more chapter after this that is back story. I'm trying to put in enough descriptions so that you can learn who the characters are if you didn't read Generation Chaos.

Enjoy!

Skylar ran her hand along the edge of the table she sat at, wondering if it was still there. As her hand slid nearer to the wall, she felt the rough carvings into the wood. It was still there, an etched heart with her and Tim's initials. He carved it there the night he proposed. She knew Tim would have cleaned up the cup and gone to bed by the time she got back. Since Sirius had spared his life for hers, she had been completely irrational. She knew it. Tim knew it. He loved her and put up with her stubbornness, but it had just gone too far tonight.

Looking down at the ring on her left hand, she smiled for the first time that night. It was only fitting, she thought, that the night her and Tim had the biggest fight of their lives, she would end up in the place where she first told him she loved him, and in the exact booth where he proposed to her. She had a lot of good memories here, especially of her father.

"Want another?" Sky asked, picking up Tim's empty mug. He was sitting in his favorite booth. The one he claimed for himself since the opening night of the pub.

"No way, have you ever tried to apparate drunk?" He laughed. Skylar sat down across from him, levitating the mug to the bar. She would clean it later, once she closed up for the night.

"Nope, but I'm sure it wouldn't end well. That's what Floo powder is for. To stumble through peoples fireplaces until you find your own." She told him, winking.

"True story. But now we're adults and can't do that anymore."

"Who are you calling an adult?" Skylar teased, smacking him lightly with a rag.

"Well we both are. I'm running the joke shop now, instead of pulling pranks. And you're an Auror and running the pub instead of getting drunk. We've started to become the people we said we'd never be,"

"Next you're going to start talking about us getting married and starting a family." Skylar laughed, until she noticed Tim's serious face.

"Would that be so terrible? " He asked quietly. Skylar took his hand and entangled her fingers with his.

"No it would be great. I just haven't thought about it much. I can't imagine that it would be much different than now."

"If I asked you to marry me, what would you say." He asked slyly, teasing her.

"Why? Are you asking me right now?" Skylar grinned.

"Well, I'd like an idea, just so I would know if I'd be going home on cloud nine, or with a dark cloud over my head."

"Either way, you'd still be going to our home. But the weather is getting worst outside, so if you plan on asking me, you might want to do it soon." She smiled, winking at him.

"First tell me what you would say."

"Okay, well… I would say that you are the most wonderful man I've dated." She said, leaning over and kissing him lightly.

"I'm the only one you dated." Tim reminded her.

"Fine, then I'll say no because apparently I haven't played the field enough."

"Come on, be serious."

"I will not be my father. That would be creepy. Okay, honestly, if I didn't expect it coming, I would just say I loved you and yes of course."

"Sounds like a good answer to me." Tim reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden ring box. It was engraved with the Weasley family crest.

"I had to fight with Fleur to get this, but I'm the first of my generation to think about getting married, so Grandma Molly said it's rightfully mine."

"I'd be worried if Max was thinking about marriage already." Skylar laughed.

Tim opened the box carefully and pulled the engagement ring out. It was a gold band with inset diamonds and rubies. Skylar looked at it amazed and shocked. She had never really taken notice to the ring before, having not spent much time around Fleur and Bill. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The way the diamonds glistened in the poorly light bar made it seem like it was radiating light itself.

"This had been the only treasure in our family, back to the years of our alliance with Godric Gryffindor. And there is no other woman in this world that deserves to be in our family more than you. Sky, will you marry me and make me the luckiest man in the universe?"

"I love you, and yes of course." Skylar repeated, kissing Tim deeply. "My dad is never going to let you in the pub again." She laughed, wiping a small tear away from her eyes.

"I wouldn't worry about that. I asked for his blessing. True old fashioned muggle style." Tim said proudly.

"Oh really? What did he say?"

"He said if I could find a way to do it without you hurting me, he would give me his blessing."

"And look, I only smacked you once." She slapped his face lightly as she kissed him. "Now twice."



Tim slipped the ring on her left hand, with it magically adjusting itself to fit her finger.

"You know, there is going to be one change now that we're engaged."

"And what would that be?"

"You're going to be the center of attention now. Everyone is going to want to see the ring and ask questions about the wedding."

"Oh well, I think I can handle that." She laughed, hugging and kissing him again.

Skylar drained the rest of her pint as she played with her engagement ring. She hadn't thought about that night in a long time. And tonight, she almost told Tim maybe they shouldn't get married. She should have never said it. She didn't mean it, but she also didn't want to give up her Auror job.

The fight started when she came home from work and he asked how her day was. She didn't want to talk about it, and wouldn't tell him why she didn't want to talk about it.

It had been exactly a year since her father had died to save her. Nobody expected her to be in the office today, but she knew if she had stayed at home, all she would have done was cry.

Everyone that walked past her office gave her pitying looks, not expecting her to notice. But she saw every look, and heard every comment.

"Hi Sky," Harry greeted, coming in to her office and sitting down. "How are you today?"

"Just like every other day, happily busy. How about you?" She faked a smile, though Harry was one of the last people she had to fake a smile with. He was affected as well with Sirius' death.

"That's good. I'm sad, and worried." He told her. Skylar rubbed her hands over her face, knowing what he wanted to talk about. They played this game before, making comments to force the other one to ask the questions.

"Harry, if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be here. I just want to do my work and not think about what day it is."

"Sky, you should be with your mom and sister. Ginny is over there now, and I was planning on going too. Come with me."

"Can I please just handle this my own way?" She asked, staring Harry down. He looked away, towards the fake window on the wall.

"Tim asked me to come talk to you. He was worried about you."

"I know. He doesn't think I'm handling this right either. But it's the only way I know how."

"Alright, Sky. I trust you, but if you need anything, don't hesitate to come find me. You know where I'll be."



"Thank you, Harry." She grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze in acknowledgment to how much he was hurting inside too.

She didn't stay in the office much longer after that. After Harry had left her, she couldn't get her mind off her father. She grabbed her stuff and apparated to the cemetery he was buried at, the same one James and Lily Potter were.

She sat on the grass in front of his grave, staring at the headstone. That night replayed in her head. She had nightmares about it at least once a month.

"Sky! Get back. Leave!" Sirius shouted, shooting hexes at the dark wizards henchmen.

"No, I can do this." She yelled back, ducking behind a marble column. The column was breaking off in pieces around her as the spells bounced off.

"Leave!" He shouted again. Skylar turned to shout back at him, but the scene turned to slow motion. The dark lord was approaching her, a straight line towards her. She was frozen. He had hit her with an advanced stunning spell. As she was fighting with her father, she had exposed herself.

"Hello my darling." He had infiltrated her mind, his cackle echoing in her skull. He had been after her since she was in Hogwarts, using everyone that was close to her to get to her. Now she brought more of her loved ones into this situation to stop him.

Skylar frantically moved her eyeballs, trying to see around her. Sirius and the other Aurors were still fighting with the henchmen, nobody noticed their new visitor.

"If only you had married me, everyone here could have been saved. Including yourself." It felt like he was caressing her face, but he was still meters away. His eyes bored into her skull, the bright blue piercing her retinas.

"Skylar!" She heard her father shout, and then saw a spell hit the dark lord. He stumbled a bit, but once he regained his composure, Skylar heard the words she was dreading.

"Avada Kaderva." She closed her eyes, waiting for the spell to hit her. But it didn't hit her. She felt a thud next to her, but she couldn't see who it was. The sinking feeling in her stomach though gave her an idea to who it could have been.

She looked up and saw the dark lord retreating down the hallway with his remaining henchmen.

"Come on, Sky." Harry threw his cloak over her head, and released her from the spell.

"Get this off me." She tried to pull it off to see who landed beside her.

"No, we need to take you to Mungos." Harry picked her up.

"Where's Dad?" She asked, still fighting with the cloak.

"We're bringing him too."

When they arrived at St. Mungos, she wasn't told what happened until she was healed. Meg and Tim sat on her bedside as Harry told her. Meg was a Healer now at St. Mungos. She had treated all of Skylar's wounds and spell side effects. She even fixed the scar on her hand from years ago.

"He tried to save you Sky, but the dark lord turned on him. He was about to send the spell at you, but Sirius stepped in front of you. I'm so sorry." The tears were running down Harry's face. Even when Sirius had kids of his own, he still acted like a father figure to Harry.

Skylar couldn't say anything. Tim squeezed her hand.

"Can I be alone please?" She asked quietly, her voice cracking as she held back the tears. Tim kissed her forehead and followed Meg and Harry out of the room.

Once she left the hospital she contacted her dad's old business partner about buying the pub. She couldn't bring herself to go back. There were too many memories of her father. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have died. But now, the pub brought her shelter. Sirius had been so proud of how well the pub turned out, and extremely proud of how Skylar handled the pub and her job as an Auror. He had always been a loving father to her, and always encouraged her. She followed in his footsteps as a prankster, which he wished she hadn't. Not until she left Hogwarts and showed true responsibility and maturity did she believe she became the woman he wanted her to become.