When Harry felt the jarring impact of his feet hitting the pavement, he allowed himself to steady then opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed, besides the high August Georgian temperatures, was the home he was currently standing in front of.

The home was a modest two-story brick home. There was a wide wrap-around porch and an old oak tree with a tire swing swaying gently in the slight summer breeze. Harry briefly took notice that there were three cars in the driveway, American models he didn't recognize. All in all, the house looked incredibly homey, and it immediately set Harry at ease. It was similar in style to other houses on the tree-lined street, but it was nothing like the cookie-cutter "perfection" of Privet Drive, and for that, Harry was thankful. He was already nervous enough and to even have a hint that Kady might be like the Dursleys in any way would be just enough to make him chicken out and go back home.

"Ready, Harry?" Remus asked, placing a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder in reassurance.

Harry took a deep breath, contemplating his readiness for only a moment before quickly nodding his head.

Remus smiled and steered Harry up the front walk towards the front door. Step-by-step, Harry's anxious grew. He was literally shaking with nerves when Remus reached out a confident hand and knocked sharply on the door. Harry heard an instant flurry of activity on the other side—a few random thumps and some obvious cursing before the door was pulled open rather abruptly.

The girl who answered the door couldn't have been much older than 18 or so with long jet colored hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and sparkling hazel-blue eyes. She was dressed casually in Gray sweat pants and a red University of Georgia t-shirt. Her feet were bare, Harry noted vaguely.

"Hey, can I help you?" She asked curiously and Harry noticed a slow smoothness to her accent. She spoke surely—her voice the quintessential southern drawl.

Harry couldn't speak. He was sure they had the wrong house, or worse, that he was breaking in on a perfectly happy family to remind Kady of an extremely unhappy past. Luckily, Harry didn't have to answer, as Remus did for him.

"Hello, we are looking for Kady Ashfield, she lives here correct?" He asked in what Harry usually thought of as his "Professor" voice—steady, calm and leaving no room for being ignored.

The girl's eye's widened a bit as Remus spoke—probably due to Remus' accent (a far cry from her own southern drawl)

"British? Cool. Yeah, moms in the kitchen," She replied opening the door a bit wider to allow them entry "Come on in, I'll show you."

Remus smiled graciously and followed her into the house. Harry hesitated for only a moment before following as well. As they made the short walk to the kitchen, Harry noticed the multitude of photos on the walls and shelves in the living room. Most of them pictured a woman—obviously Kady—and two black haired youngsters in various stages of aging. A few of them also pictured a blonde-haired man of about Kady's age. The girl from the front door was one of the commonly photographed people, however, there was also a boy with jet hair and the same hazel-blue eyes—his however were usually covered by a pair of rectangular black-framed glasses. Both teens looked completely happy and content in each of the pictures, and Harry felt a brief stab of jealousy.

The trip through the livingroom was quick and led to a short hallway that opened up into a large kitchen, a room in which the very aura said that this was the central location of the home and that most of the family's time was spent here.

Once in the Kitchen, Harry's eyes were drawn to a small woman with the same jet hair as the teens from the photos. She didn't even have to turn around for Harry to recognize that this was Kady Ashfield.

"Door was for you." The teen girl announced as they entered the room.

"Thanks Jordy, how's your…" Kady had now finally tuned completely in their direction and her violet eyes grew wide as they skimmed past the girl, Jordy, and landed on him.

"Remus?" Kady said softly, British accent only slightly apparent. Harry feared that the woman was going to faint, as all of the color had drained from her face.

"Kady!" Remus said joyfully, and then they were hugging; a fierce hug that spoke of the years that they had been separated. When the tears started, Jordy signaled to Harry that they should leave the two to reunite, and led him back into the living room they had passed through just moments before. As Harry awkwardly sat on the chair offered to him, he introduced himself.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He stated, waiting for the usual reaction—eyes flicking to his scar, a gasp, or widening of eyes—but was relieved when none came.

"Nice to meet you, awesome accent by the way-way thicker than K's, " The girl replied. "I'm Jordana, but most people call me Jordy."

The pair settled for a few moments into an awkward silence before Jordy broke it.

"So how does K know that guy?" She asked curiously.

"They went to school together, I guess. She dated my dad." Harry replied a little embarrassed.

"That's your dad then? I'm witnessing long lost lovers being reunited?"Jordy teased.

"Uh, no, my dad died when I was a baby. Remus was a friend of his." Harry replied

"Oh, wow, I'm really sorry. My dad died too. I never met him, but K—my mom—says he loved Landry, he's my brother, and I a whole bunch." Jordy explained with a faraway look in her eyes.

Harry was about to reply when Remus and Kady entered the room laughing and wiping away the last traces of their tears. Harry stood immediately.

"Hello Harry Potter. It is nice to finally meet you." Kady said with a warm smile on her face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, ma'am." Harry replied nervously.

"Ma'am? Oh, no, honey. Call me Kady. I am much too young for this ma'am nonsense. I hear you have a few questions to ask me?" Kady asked kindly. "How about we go for a walk, and I tell you everything you want to know."

Harry couldn't help but feel at ease in the presence of this woman. His dad must have loved her for a reason, and Harry couldn't help but wonder what it was that he saw in her—though he knew he would soon find out.

"Yeah, sure. " He replied and allowed himself to be led from the house.

"Jordy, honey, make sure you introduce Remus to your brother when he gets home." Kady called over her shoulder as they left.

Harry heard Jordy laugh—a pure, happy, untainted laugh—before the door closed.

Harry and Kady walked in silence for a few moments, no doubt collecting their thoughts—before Harry finally spoke.

"Why didn't you fight for him?" Harry whispered thickly.

Kady paused in her walking for a moment. "Because I had something bigger than myself to think of, and no, it wasn't ensuring that the savior of the wizarding world was born—Dumbledore would have made sure that happened no matter what. The day Dumbledore came to the home I shared with James, I got some news, and I was going to tell him that night at dinner, but then all of the bullshit happened, and I knew I had lost. I knew I wouldn't be able to take on Dumbledore—not even with James at my side—so I left. I wanted James to be able to do what needed to be done, and I knew he couldn't do that with me there." She explained.

"So you just left. Didn't you care that you were probably breaking his heart?" Harry asked, feeling the bite of anger in his belly.

"I cared, Harry. I cared more than you could ever imagine. Leaving your dad was the hardest thing I have ever done, and I regret doing so even today, but I had to go—I had no choice." Kady implored, practically begging Harry to believe her.

"What was so important that you would just leave and never look back?! If you loved him you should have fought for him!" Harry exclaimed.

Kady was silent for a long moment then whispered: " I was pregnant, Harry. I left because I couldn't risk Dumbledore harming my children in some way to make sure his chess game went according to plan."