Family Matters
It was only a few months later when Remus proposed to me. I immediately accepted, and we had the wedding at Hogwarts a month later. It was a small wedding, held in one of the few bright moments during the war against Voldemort, but it made me happy.
And then Lily and I both got pregnant.
I couldn't believe it. Not only was I going to have a baby – my very own child! – but Lily was, too, one month later. Remus and James walked around with incredibly goofy grins for the next few weeks after we told them.
And on the 28th of June, 1980, six days late, my daughter was born. We called her Rhialle Lupin. One month later, Lily had her son. Harry James Potter was born on the 31st July.
Rhialle was a beautiful child, even if I say so myself. She had silver-blonde hair from me and green eyes just like Lily's. Her features were as perfect as Remus', and she was intelligent and magical.
Harry had Lily's eyes, but James' hair and features. He also had James' mischievous streak, Lily's intelligence, and magic from both parents.
Lord Voldemort was getting stronger. He seemed to be after me and Lily, for some reason. We didn't know why, but did as Albus suggested and went into hiding. We both performed the Fidelius charm, James as our secret-keeper, Remus as the Potters'.
Albus had also decided that Lord Voldemort seemed to be unable to die because he'd trapped bits of his soul in objects. I didn't really understand it, but they seemed to be called Horcruxes, and Albus was quickly destroying them.
Sirius' brother, who had joined the Death Eaters, suddenly decided that it wasn't a good idea after all, and ran away. Sirius heard about this through Peter, who was still spying, and was only too willing to take his brother in. But then the news came that Lord Voldemort had gone after Regulus Black and killed him.
Sirius had never been on the best terms with his brother, but he grieved terribly. For some time, Peter had to check on him every day to make sure he'd eaten, and Lily and I would sometimes invite him to our own homes for a meal, just to make sure.
And the war went on.