Trinity sat at the kitchen table, waiting. Mrs. Weasley had told her that she would be getting a visitor at around noon.

It was eleven fifty-five.

Trinity found herself being somewhat nervous, though she refused to show it. Who was this 'mystery' guest? What did he want to see her for?

At exactly noon, there was a knock on the door of the burrow. Mrs. Weasley went to it cautiously and said, "Password?"

"Lemon Drops," came a man's voice through the door.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and opened the door.

Trinity stood as the somewhat scruffy man approached her. His robes were torn and ragged and it looked as if he hadn't been able to shave for a couple of days. The only bright things about him were his brown eyes, which opened wide in amazement at the sight of Trinity. He looked at Mrs. Weasley, who gave him a slight nod, a small smile on her face.

He approached Trinity, looking on the verge of tears and debating on whether to give her a hug or simply shake her hand.

He opted for the handshake, holding out his trembling hand to her. "Hello, Trinity. I'm Remus Lupin."

Trinity shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Lupin."

Lupin laughed. "Please, just call me Remus. . . . Shall we sit?"

Remus sat across from Trinity, still staring at her in amazement. "You're a spitting image of your mother," he said.

Trinity gave him a polite smile that dropped almost instantly.

Remus coughed a little and tried to continue, "I'm really sorry for your lose."

"Thank you."

Another cough. "I was good friends with both your parents in Hogwarts."

Trinity did perk up a little bit at this. Her mother had never mentioned anything about school. "Were she and my dad always so disgustingly lovey-dovey?" she asked, remembering how they hardly left each other's side the summer Sirius broke out.

Remus laughed. "Oh no, on the contrary, they hated each other."

"Really? Well, how'd they end up together?"

"Trust me, it was a rather annoying process. Our last year at Hogwarts. I'll never forget that. . . ."

Trinity listened intently as Remus told her the story. How Sirius had always made fun of Taylor until the last year when Taylor came back looking stunning. This information surprised Trinity. She could never picture her mother with matted hair and glasses. It was too surreal.

The most surprising information was the fact that both her mother and father had been Animagus. Her mother had been a fox and her father, a dog. What a weird combination.

"So that's how he got to her, then? Turning into a dog every night?" Trinity asked.

"Yep and it worked until she found him out but then she had been exposed too," Remus said, chuckling. "It was rather amusing."

"Then what happened?"

"Well, Sirius and Taylor end up sort of forming a half-way relationship and your mother even asked him to the Christmas Ball."

Trinity dimly remembered her mother mentioning a girl named Isabelle. Taylor had told her never to become an Isabelle (accompanied with all kinds of inappropriate words that Trinity never thought she'd hear her mother say). Now, after listening to what happened at the Ball, Trinity could understand why she wasn't supposed to become an Isabelle.

Never before, had Trinity heard of such drama happening between two people. Falling in love, falling out of love, falling back in love, falling out of love, and back again completely to the point where it was almost sickening but at the same time was kind of cute.

Trinity wondered vaguely if she would ever find that kind of love but decided she wasn't sure if she wanted it. It sounded too unpredictable and confusing. Besides, who was there to love?

When Remus finished the story, they both sat in silence, thinking and remembering. Remus cleared his throat again and said, "They made me your godfather when you were born."

"Really?"

"Yes, James and Lily Potter, Kayla Green, and I. Kayla would have loved you, I'm sure. You would have reminded her of your mother."

"Seems we're the only ones left, huh." Trinity and Remus looked up to see Harry sitting on the bottom step of the stairs. He had come down when Remus had started his story but didn't want to interrupt.

Remus nodded sadly, motioning for Harry to come and join them. "Seems to be. But, at least we are still here, to carrying on our loved ones memories."

He looked back and forth between the two teens. "You both are so much like your parents. They would be so proud of you right now. . . . Seeing as how we are the only ones left from such great people, you two should spend some time getting to know each other better."

Trinity and Harry glanced at each other. She realized that, though the amount of time she had spent with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, she hadn't spent any with Harry. But then, he hadn't been around much to spend time with and she, most likely, didn't look as though she wanted to spend time with anyone.

Remus looked at his watch and stood. "I really should be going."

Harry and Trinity stood too. Harry shook hands with Remus but when Remus turned to Trinity, offering his hand, she hugged him. This show of affection must have surprised both the men, but Remus hugged her back anyway. "I'll be seeing you both."

Remus walked back out the door and closed it, Disapparating with a pop as he did so.

Trinity and Harry both sat down again, feeling rather awkward. "So, where do we begin?" Trinity asked.

"From the beginning, I suppose."

Trinity stuck out her hand and said, "Hello, I'm Trinity. Trinity Black."

Harry smiled and took her hand. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

Molly Weasley and Arthur Weasley watched from the stairs, smiling and glancing at each other.

What a wonderful start to a new generation.