Hello again! How've you been? I got this chapter up sooner than I expected. It's short, but the whole thing is mainly a flash back. The next part'll be longer! Promise!

Before I begin, I am going to answer the question that TrubySCS3 asked me. I thought it would be a good idea for you all to know. Anyway, she was wondering how Harry became headmaster of Hogwarts. Well, after he defeated Voldemort, he went to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He taught for a few years and when the current headmaster died, Harry was asked to take his place. Harry accepted the position. There you go. I hope the explanation was sufficient.

Chapter 2-A Planned Accident

I awoke the next morning when the first rays of sunlight peeked through the drapes surrounding bed. I yawned and stretched my arms. It hadn't been the most restful night I've been through, but I'd survive.

I quietly crawled out of bed just in case anyone else was still asleep. As it turned out, both my roommates were already awake. Alice was in the bathroom putting on make-up and Nina was flipping through one of those dumb teen witch magazines she subscribes to. I nearly killed myself slipping on one of them once.

I pulled out a pair of clean robes from my trunk and quickly changed. I yanked my hair out of its ponytail and brushed outit before braiding it. I glanced in the mirror to make sure my hair had been pulled back smoothly, and sighed. As I should have expected, there was a star of golden-yellow around my pupil. Before the week is out, my eyes would be completely gold, then fade back to their normally purple color.

It never fails. When full moon approaches, my eyes turn gold. It's one of the few. . .unusual things I inherited from my father. The first time I noticed my eyes were turning yellow was just after I hit puberty. I was eleven at the time and I panicked. My mother reassured me, saying it was fine, they'll be normal before too long. This calmed me down, and I went about my day as I normally would. But when my dad found out about what had happened, well. . .

Dad had been visiting with Maddie's family all day, so when he arrived home, I went down to see him. I only got about halfway down the stairs when I heard my parents arguing quietly. Now, my parents never argue. At least not from what I can remember, so just hearing them argue was something very unusual. I paused to listen, wondering what in the world they could be talking about.

"This is exactly what I was worried about!" My dad exclaimed in an exasperated and slightly worried tone.

"Remus, it's just her eyes. Nothing more." They were talking about me?

"But they're yellow, Nymphadora! Do you know what that could mean?"

"That she takes after you more than me. Believe me, that's a blessing! Besides her eyes will be back to normal before long."

"How can you be sure of that? What if something worse happens?"

"Lycanthropy isn't genetic! You told me yourself, Remus Lupin! Just because her eyes are yellow for the moment doesn't mean they won't be normal after the full moon has past. You don't have to worry."

"I haven't stopped worrying since the day you told me you were expecting."

There was a slight pause, then mum said, "Everything turned out," in a quiet voice.

"I know, but what you did was rather. . ."

"Sly? Underhanded? Deceptive? I know, but I really wanted to have a baby no matter what the outcome, Remus. Blame my biological clock if you must, but I don't regret it."

A chill washed over me when what my mother had said sank in. My mother had planned on having a baby "accidentally" because dad hadn't wanted children. . .Did that mean he didn't want me?

That he didn't love me?

I turned and went back upstairs. When I got to my room, I curled up on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

I slept straight through the rest of the day and didn't wake up until there was a slight tap on my door. "Come in." I yawned. I stretched and tried to extract myself from mytangled up blankets. I opened my eyes and saw my dad standing over me with a tray of food.

"I thought you might be hungry since you slept through supper and breakfast," dad set the tray on my bedside table. "Sleep well?"

I blinked and shook my head to clear it, "Well enough. Thanks for the food."

"Sure," he looked at me questioningly. "Is something wrong, Enna?"

I was silent for a moment, debating whether or not to tell him, "Did you. . .want me?"

Dad look confused for a moment. I picked at a loose thread on my bedspread. "You heard your mother and I last night, am I right?" He asked me quietly. I nodded, continuing to play with the thread. He sighed and sat on the edge of my bed. "It's not that I didn't want children, Enna. I was just worried."

"Were you worried that I'd be some sort of bright pink werecub?" I raised an eyebrow. "Werewolves don't have cubs, Dad."

Dad grinned at me, "I guess I was just worried for you. Being the child of a werewolf could have meant that your mind would be more of an animal's than a human's or--"

"That I would have fangs instead of teeth?"

"I suppose," dad sighed. "Enna, it could have happened."

"But it didn't."

"I know."

We sat in silence, listening to the clock tick. I ate a bit of the roast beef of the sandwich dad had brought me. Finally my dad whispered, "Enna, I love you. You're my daughter and I wouldn't trade you for the world. Even if things had turned out differently, I would still feel the same way." Ilooked him in the eyes for the first time that day.Nothing butsincerity and love was there. I sat up and hugged dad tightly around the neck.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of bright pink. Glancing up, I saw mum in the doorway, leaning of the door frame. She looked quite happy.

"Aw, Remmy, how cute! Father-Daughter bonding," mum commented. She came over and kissed his cheek. "I'm happy for you. . .I was never exceptionally close with my dad." she sighed a began to absentmindedly play with a strand of my dad's hair.

"His loss." dad muttered and pulled mum close so he could kiss her.

"Get a room you two!" I threw a pillow at them.

"But we're in a room," mum protested innocently.

"Not mine! You'll scar me for life, you will."

"Then you'll be a perfect match for Ricky," dad grinned and ruffled my hair.

"Ew, much. An eleven year old should not have to put up with this." I rolled my eyes. Mum threw the pillow back at me, hitting me in my face. I threw it back at her, she ducked, and it hit dad instead.

"It's Mum's fault!" I pointed at her. Dad raised an eyebrow and threw the pillow back at me. Mum cheered him on. "No fair teaming up!" I cried as they pelted me with pillows and stuffed animals from around my room, "Just because you're married--"

I was jerked out of my memories as quickly as I had been pulled in. I was still in front of the mirror, staring into space. Just as I came to grips with the present, I heard the dorm door being opened. My roommates were whispering to each other as they left. One muttered, "Still in front of that mirror. . .she's certainly conceded.

I sighed and finished getting ready so I could go and eat my breakfast.

Bleck, I don't like how I ended it, but it was the only way that came to mind. . .hehe.

So, I was wondering, would you all like descriptions of the characters? The main ones that is. Just so you know what they look like, etc. Tell me if you do.

Now, before I go:

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bograt: I hope you enjoyed it. I always love stories where married couples are still in love with each other, too. It's just so cute!

And a big thank you to the rest of my readers! Almost 200 hits already! I'm thrilled!

--:Anne