Harry shifted nervously in front of Grace's house. He shouldn't be nervous, he was here so many times last year. He couldn't understand why he feeling nervous, maybe it was because this was the first time that all five of them would be together, like a family would be over the summer holidays. Something strange swirled in his stomach at the thought of thinking of Grace as family, he couldn't explain it but it didn't sit well with him. It felt...wrong almost; even though her parents were his Godparents, would that make Grace his God sister? Was there even such at thing? Harry shook his head. The thought of Grace as a sister didn't sit well with him at all.

Taking a deep breath, Harry knocked on the door and waited. Not a minute later the door opened, and Harry felt like he was reliving last summer when Helena stood in front of him with a smile. "Hello, Harry," she greeted.

"Hi, Helena," he greeted in return. It still felt weird calling her by her first name instead of Ms. Prewett, but he guessed he would have to get used to it.

"Come in, you're a little early. Gracia said you were coming over this afternoon," she told him and he frowned.

"She told me to come over at noon, I was actually running a little late," he told her. He watched Helena started to roll her eyes but caught herself.

"Right," she nodded and closed the door behind him. Then they stood there awkwardly. "So... you know that I'm-"

"My Godmother, yeah," he nodded.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she apologized gently, giving him a small smile. "I wanted to last summer, you know but... Gracia didn't know either and I didn't want her asking questions I wasn't ready to answer."

"I understand," he nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"It's the reason why we moved here actually," Helena confessed, smiling fondly at him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I-I remember Lily mentioning that her sister lived in Surrey, and – and I came with her when she tried to reach out to her sister after you were born. When I saw that there was a house for sale, I couldn't pass it up. I was hoping that Gracia would've had you come over sooner than you did but..." Helena explained, and Harry felt himself smiling.

"I-I know you knew my Mum but, were you two close?" Harry asked nervously, and Helena's smile widened as she nodded.

"She was my best friend, Harry," she told him. "I've got pictures upstairs, I'll bring them down for you to look through them, that is if you'd like?" she asked and Harry nodded eagerly. "Oh, Harry, darling, I could tell you so many stories about Lily. If you ever want to hear them, all you need to do is ask."

"Thank you," Harry grinned up at the older woman.

"Hello, Harry," he turned and saw Professor Lupin approach them with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking shabby and tired, but he still had a kind smile on his face.

"Hi, Professor Lupin-"

"Remus, please, Harry. I'm no longer your teacher so you don't have to call me Professor any longer."

"Right, Pro – er, sorry," Harry grimaced. "That's going to be a hard habit to break."

"Perhaps you should ask Grace for advice, she seemed to have no problem at all breaking it," Remus teased, chuckling.

"I think it was harder for her to call you Professor than to stop calling you Professor," Harry grinned. "Even with us, she'd still call you Remus instead of Professor."

"That sounds like her," Remus sighed, shaking his head, but there was no sign of annoyance, only playfulness. "Harry, come sit down, I'm sure you don't want to be standing all day," Remus nodded toward the lounge, and Harry nodded and followed him.

"Where's Grace?" Harry asked, noticing she wasn't in the room. "And Sirius?"

"Sirius is-"

"Here," Harry and Remus turned around and saw Sirius coming down the stairs with a smile. Harry grinned when he saw him. He noticed that Sirius looked a little different, he looked more...normal now than what he did three weeks ago when he last saw him. "Sorry, I was helping Grace decide on what to wear," he said lightly with a smirk.

"Why?" Helena asked, frowning. "What does it matter what she's wearing?"

"She wanted my help picking out something nice to wear."

"Why would she want to wear something nice?"

"Why wouldn't she want to wear something nice?"

"She has no reason to," Helena shrugged, shaking her head.

"We've got company."

"It's just Harry! She's acting as if we're hosting some dinner party."

"Grace wanted to wear something nice-"

"But why?"

"Does it matter?"

"I just want to know why suddenly Gracia wants to wear nice things."

"She always wants to wear nice things!"

"How do you know?"

"Because she's a fourteen-year-old girl! What teenage girl doesn't want to look nice?"

"She's never shown any interest in clothes before." Sirius scoffed at Helena's words and she glared at him. "What?"

"It just shows how little you know about your own daughter."

"I know her plenty!"

"Oh really-"

"Helena, why don't you and I go finish lunch?" Remus cut in, finally deciding that it was time to step in before it got ugly. Harry stared at them, feeling awkward. Now he understood what Grace meant by Sirius and Helena always fighting. Helena narrowed her eyes at Remus, then turned her heated gaze on to Sirius before huffing and walking to the kitchen. Harry tried not to smile when he saw Remus pinch his nose as he followed her.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Sirius apologized but Harry shook his head.

"No, it's fine-"

"It's not," he interrupted. "I hoped that with you and Remus here she wouldn't try and start an argument."

"Grace already warned me," he admitted and Sirius nodded.

"I figured she would."

"She also said I'd be able to come to Blue Cottage," Harry mentioned hopefully and Sirius smiled and nodded.

"Once we survive today, we'll sort everything out."

"Sort what out?" Harry and Sirius turned around to see Grace walk into the lounge. Harry felt his mouth go dry, and his breath caught in his throat as he stared at her. She looked the same as yesterday, but so different at the same time. Her hair was down, her curls flowing around her, but that's not what caught Harry by surprise. Grace wore a light yellow, short-sleeved dress that fell to her knees and had little red and white flowers all over. He wondered if her waist had always been that slim. He noticed she was wearing the golden snitch necklace, as well as the one Sirius got her, and something fluttered in the pit of his stomach. His eyes lingered on the necklace, he never noticed how...developed she was, then he realized he was staring, and he looked away awkwardly. He caught Sirius' eye, and the man raised an eyebrow at him, and Harry looked down at his feet.

"Harry coming to Blue Cottage," Sirius answered, turning from Harry to her.

"Oh," Grace nodded. "Yeah, I was thinking of smuggling Harry over after Mum leaves for work."

"You can't hide everything from your mother."

"Its been working well so far," Grace grinned sardonically.

"Why do your plans always sound like half-thought-up ideas?" Harry asked, confused and she shrugged.

"I would talk! Whose bright idea was it to go walking around the castle at night to chase after a ghost and didn't stop to think about bringing their invisibility cloak?"

"You didn't think of it either."

"It's not my invisibility cloak, and I was perfectly fine reading my book in the common room."

"You..." Harry paused and Grace raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Er-"

"Learn to quit while you're ahead, Harry," Sirius stage whispered, patting him on the shoulder before heading to the kitchen. The two of them watched Sirius disappear, then turned to each other and grinned.

"So, started any of your summer homework?" she asked and Harry scoffed.

"Have you?"

"I was actually waiting for you," she admitted sheepishly, with a little shrug of her shoulder. "Thought maybe we could do it together again." At the thought, something flipped in Harry's stomach, and he felt himself starting to grin. The prospect of doing homework with Grace again made him happy and excited. He genuinely liked working on homework with her, and studying with her; Grace also didn't constantly correct his grammar and spelling or nitpick his handwriting like Hermione tended to do.

"Yeah, I'd like that," he nodded.

"Do you want to go-"

"Lunch is ready!" Helena called from the kitchen. Harry snorted, hiding his smile behind his hand, when he saw Grace's entire face drop in annoyance as she side-eyed the kitchen.

"It's like sheknows," she whispered, and Harry tried not to grin.

"What are you wearing?" Helena asked, frowning as she looked at Grace. Grace looked down, pulling at the skirt of her dress as she shifted uncomfortably under her mother's gaze.

"Just a dress," she replied in a small voice and a small shrug of her shoulders.

"Why are you wearing it?"

"Because she wanted to wear it, Helena," Sirius answered with an exasperated sigh.

"Since when did you want to wear dresses?" Helena asked Grace, and the girl went to answer but struggled to find words. "You've never worn dresses before."

"Because she never had any," Sirius spoke up, taking a seat opposite of the redhead. Grace and Harry shared an awkward look as they sat between them, and Remus sat across from them. "If you actually gave her the chance to pick out her own clothes, you'd be surprised by what she likes."

"How do you know what she likes?"

"We went shopping," Sirius answered simply as he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before cutting into his Cornish pasty.

"What?!" Helena gasped. "Are you mental?! You're an escaped convict! How can you be so careless-"

"You act like I just waltzed into muggle London all willy-nilly!" Sirius rolled his eyes. "In case you've forgotten I'm quite good at Transfiguration."

"So, you just...Transfigured yourself to look a little different to go shopping?" Helena asked in disbelief. "How can you be so irresponsible! What would have happened if someone recognized you!"

"I didn't look like me! I looked like someone else entirely, Moony and Grace couldn't even recognize me-"

"You," Helena turned her attention to Remus, who was now suddenly interested with the ingredients in his Cornish pasty, "thought it was a good idea to take him out! You're the responsible one!"

"I made sure that Sirius was unrecognizable-"

"You still thought it was a good idea to take them shopping!"

"Well both Sirius and Grace needed some new clothes," Remus answered. "Sirius can't keep wearing my clothes as my clothes don't fit him. He needed them, and only he can make sure they fit," Sirius nodded in agreement. "And if you haven't noticed, Grace has also seemed to... er, grow and, er...fill out a bit. She mentioned a lot of her clothes weren't fitting right," Remus added awkwardly as a light pink hue dusted across his cheeks. Harry noticed, he couldn't help but notice. He also noticed that Grace's face turned a pretty shade of pink before she looked down, letting her curly hair cover her face.

"How did you even get the money to go shopping?"

"My vault, of course," Sirius answered as if it was the most obvious answer.

"You went into Gringotts!"

"No, I'm not that thick! Remus went in and got some money and converted it to muggle money, then we went shopping," he answered. "Why are you making such a big deal about it?"

"Because, what if I wanted to go?" Helena asked, and for the first time all week, Grace didn't hear any anger or frustration in her mother's voice, just... sadness. Sirius' eyes softened at her, and he gave her a small, apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, Lena, we didn't think," he said softly, and Grace looked between her parents. This was the first time since they were reunited that she noticed the softness in both of her parents' voices and faces. And for the first time that week, a small spark of hope ignited in her chest; hope that maybe her parents could be together again.

A/N: Hello! I wanted to pop in and say a huge thank you to everyone who has followed and favorited this story so far! I really means so much to me that you're enjoying it!

I wanted to give a quick update: I am currently writing the battle of the department of mysteries and... :( I'm not okay... I'm so upset...

Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter~ :)