Three months passed and Dumbledore finally let me return to work. We used to work once or twice a week, going out to houses and whatnot. Now, however, we would be out three or four times at the oddest hour.

James and I rolled in around five a.m., worn out and exhausted from a couple hours of clue hunting.

“I’ll go check on Harry,” I said softly, and crept into his bedroom. Remus was sitting in the rocking chair in the corner, dozing slightly, and Harry was in his crib, sound asleep. I caressed his silky black hair gently and sighed.

“He’s so beautiful,” James whispered, coming into the room and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I can’t believe that he’s all ours.”

I kissed James, and then went to Remus’ side. “Hey, we’re back. Thanks again.”

“No problem,” he replied groggily. “What else do I have to do?”

And it was the truth. Remus was supposed to be headed back two months ago; however, the escalating death counts and other various factors had postponed his departure.

We all headed to bed and I blew Harry one last kiss before closing the door.

****

“I’ll get it,” I called as the ringing of the doorbell echoed through the house.

After checking out the window’s shades, I saw that it was Marie. I unlocked the door and welcomed her in. “Hey, how are you?”

“Good,” she smiled. “A little tired. The Ministry has me working overtime. I stopped by to see Remus. Is he here?”

I nodded and led her to the living room. Sensing that they needed so privacy, James and I went upstairs.

“Wonder what’s going on?”

“I dunno,” replied James, cocking his head slightly around the bend in the stairs.

I hit him in the arm. “You shouldn’t eavesdrop!”

“And you shouldn’t hit,” he winced, rubbing his arm slightly.

There was a faint cry from upstairs.

“Harry’s up,” I said, stating the obvious. “I’ll go get him. Don’t you dare listen in!”

When I entered Harry’s room I couldn’t help but to hug him. His big toothless grin shined brightly in the room.

“Good morning!” I called, throwing open the curtains. “Did you sleep well honey?”

He didn’t answer; instead, Harry plopped himself down on the mattress and began playing with one of his toys. He shook it roughly and beat it up against the rails, then placed it in his mouth and began gnawing at it.

“I bet that’s delicious,” I laughed, picking him up. “You want to go see Uncle Remus and Auntie Marie?”

I left the room, Harry in my arms, and met James, staring at me, mouth wide open.

“What?” I asked, worried something had happened.

“Ma-Marie. She told Remus that she loves him!”

I could only squeal.

****

“Aw, there he is,” Marie cooed as I let her hold Harry. “Wow. He’s getting so big!”

“And he looks more and more like his dad everyday,” said Remus proudly, ruffling up Harry’s hair.

“Except for those eyes,” corrected Marie. “He has Lily’s eyes...”