Ya'll, I got pneumonia (and my bronchios (is that a word?) are spasming, which isn't very nice for our body apparently) lol, so I'm very medicated and very bored. Here's a chapter I wrote while in the hospital - the end of it, I was really high, so I'm sorry about the overly-emotional scene, but it was a fun one. The girl in the bed beside mine asked to read it and she seemed to have fun with it lol

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It was a lot more proper this time around, meeting in public with two chaperones, and yet Luna blushed as soon as she saw Regulus and Orion coming towards her and Euphemia at the muggle park.

"Are you certain that it was for the best to agree to meet here?" Luna asked, frowning just a bit.

While she understood that Euphemia's intentions in accepting a public meeting and choosing a public muggle park – for it's always the female's chaperone that chooses public rendezvous – had been of safety and, to some extent, a reminder of where Luna came from and the Potters' beliefs. But, at that moment, there was a small part of Luna that was a bit scared, because watching Regulus Black glancing to the side at the giggling schoolgirls and Orion Black grabbing his son's shoulder to get him out of the way of bicycle riding through there made her tense up.

"They'll be fine," Euphemia dismissed.

Meanwhile, Luna was rather surprised about how good Orion Black looked in his muggle suit. It was common and boring; black with a white button-up shirt underneath, but without any tie around his neck. He looked surprisingly comfortable and very casual, as if it wasn't the first time that he wore it. Regulus Black, too, seemed comfortable with the short-sleeved white shirt and common denim trousers.

Luna waved at them as she rose from the bench Euphemia and her were sitting on.

She wore a normal enough muggle dress. It was up to her knees and the sleeves were to the middle of her arms, but it was modest enough to keep anything around her shoulders hidden. Even Euphemia had abandoned anything that would get the attention from the muggles around them, using a very white-washed (as Euphemia herself had called it) long blue skirt and a social light-pink blouse.

Between the two teenagers mingling well enough with the muggles and the far too formal clothes from the grown-ups, Luna was reminded of how absolutely minted those people were.

Regulus got to them before his father, not caring much about the proper protocols – he ignored the usual hand-kissing, far more comfortable with kissing her cheeks gently.

"How do you do, Miss Lupin? Are you feeling better?" he asked.

"I'm well, I'm well," she dismissed.

He took a half-step back, turning to Euphemia and offering her his hand.

"How do you do, Lady Potter?" he asked, politely.

"I'm amazingly well, thank you, Regulus," Euphemia answered with a small smile. She turned to Orion, who was finally near enough. "Your Grace," she greeted.

"Marchioness Potter, I'm delighted to see you once more," Orion said, suddenly overly polite, perhaps even cold. "Miss Lupin, how are you? The last time I saw you, you were just... recovering from an episode, I've been told."

"Father –" started Regulus.

"I was, My Lord. Being overly stressed sometimes adds pressure to my pre-existing health conditions and I tend to feel unwell. Fortunately, people close to me are aware of it and of its treatments," Luna quickly answered, going over Regulus, who went quiet. "I'm well now and the situation will be resolved soon enough."

Orion watched her for a moment, eyes watchful.

"I will hope, for your sake, that your... situation is resolved soon enough, Miss Lupin. Stressing isn't good for anybody at all, let alone someone with such a weak constitution," Orion said.

Luna thought that it was the closest thing to 'I'll pray for you' that she had ever heard coming from a pureblood, especially one that was not religious at all. It was almost like talking to her mother's brother-in-law, irksome and slightly astonishing.

The outing had turned somewhat pleasant after that.

Orion and Euphemia had taken the rear of the walking party, side by side as they made their way through the park around the lake. Luna and Regulus walked further out, away enough for the grown-ups to not listen to them, but close enough that they were aware that nothing untoward was happening in public – they mostly talked while holding hands, remaining in comfortable subjects that would not make the situation become uncomfortable due to either of them pushing the other into talking about something that they weren't ready for.

Until Regulus surrendered information that he hadn't before:

"Uncle Cygnus and Aunt Druella are living apart," he said.

Luna turned to him, eyes widening.

"What?!"

"Uncle Cygnus has a lover, a mistress, as I've told you before. And as you know, so does Aunt Druella, publicly now," he said.

"Since the wedding, yes," she said, nodding along with the information.

"Well, at the wedding people didn't really know about it, they just had an inkling. You had proper information before everybody else, really," he said to her. "And now her lover is public."

"The bloke from the wedding?"

"No," he smirked, turning to her. "Someone else. Apparently, he was just fun."

Luna had to stop herself from gasping, putting her hands over her mouth, letting go of his.

"Who is it?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in curiosity.

Regulus smirked, leaning in just close enough to her face for the resemblance of privacy between them be broken by his father clearing his throat behind them. Still, Regulus didn't pull away, but his grin grew.

"Abraxas Malfoy," he said.

This time her jaw dropped, but she made no noise.

"You must be joking!" she said, shaking her head. Regulus shook his head, putting his hands behind his back. "Her daughter's father-in-law? Really?! Is that why the wedding happened at all?"

Regulus shrugged.

"Father agreed to it, so I think there was some actual reason for the wedding to happen besides whatever affair was happening underneath, but I do find myself believing that there was some part of Abraxas' influence over my aunt," Regulus admitted. He spied a group of teenagers standing near the lake, laughing and pushing each other around – he offered her his arm without saying anything about it. "That would explain why Uncle Cygnus was so... moved by the discovery."

"Why?"

"Oh, because Abraxas has a title and he does not, of course. It's a great disgrace to allow your wife to cheat on you with someone better than you," he explained, rolling his eyes as if the idea in itself was ridiculous. "Uncle Cygnus works in the Department of Magic because he needs to appear useful besides using the House's money. He chose the easiest job he could find through it, too – Department of Magical Games and Sports, trying his best to make sure the Irish and the English don't fight to death in matches, otherwise he's just sitting in his office and writing to his paramour."

Luna sighed.

"Your poor aunt," she lamented.

"She's no saint, don't you worry about it. Narcissa says she's ludicrous as well," Regulus said, shaking his head a bit. "Controlled my cousins' eating habits until the very day of the wedding. She's obsessed with her appearance and her weight, and therefore her children needed to be the same. If Narcissa couldn't fit two oranges and a half in her corset on her wedding day, Aunt Druella was ready to accuse her of pregnancy, I assure you."

Luna scoffed. "Your family's absolutely bonkers," she mumbled.

"No denying that."

"And I thought mine was fucked up," she said.

Regulus smirked.

"Bold of you to assume there's no space for more than one fucked up family in the wizarding world," he teased.

Passing by the laughing teenagers, one almost fell into the water, making a shrill scream as he held onto his friend and threatened to pull him alongside him into the dark water. One of them stepped into the water, splashing it everywhere.

Regulus held Luna's tighter against his side, letting the water hit him, but not her. Still, he sighed in annoyance as they walked by.

Luna smiled at him, petting his arm gently.

"Daddy's still with Nain and Mum isn't back into the country yet, but we decided to tell her that we're at the Potters. She thinks that they invited us to spend some time there and that Daddy needed some time alone to work in some of the cars he has been fixing," Luna said, still holding her smile, but it didn't look sincere. "Nain wrote to me, said that she was sorry for not telling me anything, but that Mum and Dad decided it was for the best if I didn't know about it – there's a lot that makes sense now, but I really cannot remember for the life of me when Dad was sent away."

"What did they tell you?"

"Mum found out about his drugs, they yelled at each other for a long time. When Remus and I came home things seemed to cool down, but at night things got worse again. I got scared and hid because Mum was crying," she shrugged, forcing herself to think through the next words. "He hit her."

Regulus tensed up and she felt the muscles on his arms grow as he stopped walking.

"And you don't remember?" he asked.

"No. Remus says I hid in the cupboard at the kitchen, and it took a while Mum to find me," she said. "I don't remember anything at all."

"Maybe it's for the best that you don't remember. I still think that you had the right to know, but perhaps it's better that you don't have that on your memory all the time," he said as honestly as he could.

She nodded along, agreeing with him.

"I feel silly," she admitted, looking down at her feet.

"Over what? Over something that you didn't know?" he asked, frowning.

"Everybody seemed to know –"

"I didn't."

She turned to look at him, some surprisingly grateful shine in her eyes. She forced another smile, knowing that he was being honest, but still trying to make her feel better.

"You're the best, did you know that?" she said, gently.

He shrugged, rolling his eyes in a conceited manner. "I've been told so."

She giggled, squeezing her eyes shut.

Not caring that the chaperones were watching, Regulus turned quickly, putting both hands on the side of her face and pulling her into a deep kiss – no tongue or anything completely disgusting for a public display, but just enough pressure that her jaw was raised, and her body seemed to relax against his, almost melting onto his heat, arms limply searching for somewhere to hold onto.

"REGULUS!" scolded Orion from where he stood with Euphemia, talking about some nonsensical subject.

Regulus stepped back.

"Yes, Father?" he said, as casually as he could muster.

"Please," was all Orion answered in a warning tone.

"Yes, Father."

Luna's blushed face was pointed down as she refused to meet Euphemia's or Orion's eyes at all.

"I want to kiss you again," Regulus whispered as he fixed her hair.

"I want to kiss you again as well," she admitted. "But you know what I want more than that?"

He raised his eyebrows.

"Is there anything better than kissing?" he asked, teasingly.

"Yes, fast-food," she said, smirking. "I got muggle money on me. Are you ready to taste Pepsi?"

Regulus did love Pepsi, but Orion Black still preferred Coca-Cola, no matter how amusing it was to watch his son in the sun with his lover, chuckling, eating and talking like the normal teenager that he had always wanted to be when he was at that age. He sat on the bench with his food already eaten on his lap and his drink in his hands.

Euphemia sipped her Pepsi quietly, eating her chips silently until she saw Orion's eyes stopping on Regulus leaning over Luna's lap to steal a chip from her.

"He looks a lot like your wife most of the time, but when he's with her, he really does look like you," Euphemia said casually.

Orion looked at Euphemia, taken aback that she had started such a personal conversation suddenly.

"He's young."

"So were you," Euphemia said.

"He'll grow," he dismissed.

"Like you?"

"One would hope he can do it better," Orion said with a solemn nod. "Children should always do a better job than their parents."

"Only if their parents allow them to," Euphemia reminded him.

Orion narrowed his eyes at her.

"Whatever could you mean by that, My Lady?" he said, once again going back to the very formal manners he was taught to use.

Euphemia crossed her legs.

"My husband studied at Hogwarts with you, My Lord. If there's anything that anybody will whisper about is Patricia," she said. Orion tensed up. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to get into that sort of conversation, I'm just trying to say that people remember and they are watching Regulus go through the same path."

"Hence the reason you agreed to being her chaperone, so she wouldn't end up like Patricia?" he asked, voice bitter.

"I like the Lupins."

"Oh, Euphemia Potter, please," he mocked, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

The causality on his tone made her smile just enough to herself. He looked, finally, as young as he was.

"It is the truth! I like the Lupins, and I like Luna, specifically. She's a good girl, and a very fragile one," Euphemia said.

"Yes, her health conditions. I have been informed of it lightly," he said.

"Her health is stronger than it seems. She has been through a lot, physically or not, and that's important to remember when you judge her – but the reason I'm bringing it up is that even through everything, she's a good girl. She's not doing this for power or connection. She's really interested in Regulus," she explained. "She'll stay if you allow it."

"She cannot stay."

He shook his head once, firmly. Then he took the wrappers and shoved them into the bag.

"She shall, even if not physically. Are you ready to tear it apart from Regulus?" she seemed a lot more relaxed than he. She sighed, watching the teenagers with attention when Luna stole some chicken from Regulus' recipient.

"It's my duty as his lord."

"And as his father?" she asked.

They stared at one another this time, unsure of what to say or do next.

"My indulgence over his wishes and whims has already been taken too far, even my own father has been saying so, and I still allow it, against my own father's wishes. I'm doing what I can for him and for her, even if you don't think so or agree with my methods," he told her. "I'm protecting my son in the only way I know how."

"Is it enough?" she asked.

Orion pushed his lips into a thin line, looking surprisingly a lot like his wife.

"My son will live," was his answered.

"Let's hope that will be enough for him," Euphemia said gently, getting up and taking the rubbish from his hands before walking to a bin, not looking back at him as she smiled to herself. Luna kissed Regulus, but neither chaperone scolded her. "Let's hope so..." she whispered to herself again.

Hope Jensen stared at the parchment in her hand, standing in the middle of the street like some stupid woman. It was during moments like those that she hated about not having magic; it always made her feel so left out, even when people didn't do it on purpose. Most of her life, in general, made her feel left out anyway.

She grew up as the younger sister of two girls, to a very sexist and science-focused career half-Spanish, half-German father that was more than eager to show off the only trace of lack of femininity that his youngest daughter (his favourite) seemed to display: interest in the medical field. He had fought, healed and killed in the Second World War so his daughters could have a good, healthy life and he was proud of how they both had turned out.

His oldest daughter, Brandi Jensen, was the perfect woman, just like her mother. Married at 18 to a good, proper British soldier, and had a daughter exactly ten months after the wedding and raised a good girl that was about to turn eighteen as well and had a steady boyfriend who seemed eager to follow the same path – wedding, children; repeat. Brandi and her daughter, Leticia, were the apples of Papá's eyes, and Hope was the rest for a while.

Until Hope married as well.

Still studying, she had managed to get involved with another world completely, and even with that hidden from Brandi seemed to make it clear that Hope had aimed higher than her sister even while becoming a nurse. Hope met Lyall at eighteen and got pregnant almost right away but was married off quickly and Remus was born into wedlock like a proper child should be. She was astonished by the world that she didn't know existed and was glad to be involved while her children grew, because she was doing everything perfectly well: she had a son and a daughter, she had a good home and a good relationship with her husband and his family. Even when everything fell apart, she didn't even go back to her parents' home for help. She had snagged a good enough partner that kept her afloat for a few months until everything went back to normal, even if she had to work doubles a lot to make sure everybody was fed.

So going back home to Spain to visit her parents only to find her sister in quite a state, almost divorced and with a pregnant daughter out of wedlock, from a boy that wasn't even her boyfriend, she had felt selfishly good. Finally, she was doing better than the sister that so often made it seem like a competition – her son was doing wonderful in school with a position of power, her daughter was in a proper courtship with a posh and (almost) titled boy from the private school she worked so hard to put them through and she had received a good proposition in her job.

Only to find come back home and find out that her children had run away from their grandmother's house to find shelter in their best friend's home, away from their addict father. And now all Luna knew everything that she had tried so hard to keep from her, protecting her heart from her own father's self-destructive obsession.

Now she had a letter detailing her daughter's health condition finally getting better and her son's emotional journey while trying to help Luna, whom – clearly – didn't want to be helped by anybody. So, she stood quietly in the middle of the pavement, hoping that Euphemia or Fleatmont Potter (whom she had rarely met in her life) would come to pick her up soon enough.

Thankfully, she saw a colourful person walking towards her, only to find Fleatmont standing, hands in front of his body wearing a lemon-green kurta and a kind smile.

"Hope? It's been a long time," he greeted.

"Fleatmont," she greeted, slightly colder than him. She just wanted her children, and she needed to talk to Luna. "My children –"

"Are alright. Probably eating right now," he answered. "Euphemia is having a lot of fun experimenting with every single sort of food she can. She's vegetarian, but she just did this amazing pork – I loved it! I'm sure there's some leftovers for us if we get there before Sirius comes down for lunch."

"Luna is well?" she asked.

Fleatmont frowned.

"It was a bit... scary at first, but she is well now. She had a fever, as we said in the letter, but she didn't faint or anything like that, just seemed out of it for the first few days, but Regulus did help her out of her shell," Fleatmont said. He sighed. "Actually, I shouldn't have said that, because Luna ran away to see him. Remus doesn't know, but we thought that she needed some support from someone that would be understanding to her situation."

"And Regulus was it?"

"Regulus is her boyfriend, if there's something that he is to her is understanding," Fleatmont said, raising his eyebrows at her. "Please, don't mention to her that we know. She thinks only Euphemia knows."

"They were alone?"

"Nothing happened, that much you can be sure. By what we understood, she was sick and crying most of the time," Fleatmont said. "I know it's not my place to say that but be slightly comprehensive to Luna's situation right now."

It really wasn't his place to say anything about her child, but Hope was happy that the Potters seemed to care a lot about her daughter, and that much was enough for her at the moment.

"Was it hard for her?" she asked.

"She..." he hesitated. "Luna needed her mum, but she didn't want to be a bother. She decided being alone was the best for the situation, which I disagree, but Euphemia didn't want to be too nosy. Regulus did go out to the park with her a couple of times and she seemed better after it, but she didn't talk about her father at all."

Hope sighed.

"I don't like the boy," she admitted.

"I don't either, but Euphemia does and I believe my wife is the smartest woman that I know, so I'll trust her judgment completely," Fleatmont said. "And your daughter is a very smart young woman. She could do much worse."

"And she could do much better."

"Not before she allows herself to," he said, shaking his head a bit. "The boy loves her."

"They're too young to know of love. Who knows what love is when they're sixteen?" Hope said.

"The lucky ones, I suppose," Fleatmont said with a shrug. "Let's hope that they're luckier than you, then."

"Not luckier than you?" she asked, smiling a bit.

"Oh, nobody can be luckier than I. I'm too in love with my wife to say that anybody can be luckier than I," Fleatmont said.

That was why later on that day, after lunch (which nobody made any comment on Hope's presence and Luna's absence), Hope walked up the stairs with James Potter, who quickly walked away to give mother and daughter some privacy.

Hope was not very happy with what she found when she walked in without knocking.

Luna was lying on the bed, reading a book in a nightgown – given by Euphemia – and drinking tea with the tray beside her.

"Oh, hi, mum," she greeted. "I thought you'd come back tomorrow."

"I came in earlier, the hospital called," she explained.

Slowly, Luna sat up, nightgown slipping from her left shoulder. It showed only the scarless part of her torso, and she looked perfectly normal.

"The hospital? Did something happen?" Luna asked.

Hope shook her head a bit, walking further into the room.

"They wanted to offer me a better position. Less of the crazy hours, more of the pay – but it's an everyday job. I'll work days, though, not nights," Hope explained. Luna hummed, half-interested. "Are you alright, darling?"

"I'm fine," she said. "Did you talk to Rem?"

Hope hesitated.

"I know what happened, but I wanted to know what you think happened," Hope admitted.

Luna closed the book, putting it on the side and frowning at the hardcover of it. Hope didn't recognise the words, until she realised that she didn't recognise the alphabet of it at all; it was a Runes' book, and Luna seemed entertained by it before she had gotten in the way.

Interested, Hope took the book from the bed and looked at it.

"Do you like this?" she asked.

"It's a difficult subject, but really pleasant once you understand it," Luna answered. She crossed her arms, pulling her legs against her chest to give Hope a place to sit on the cocoon of the bed. "It's like a puzzle piece before it being a language," she said, pointing at the book. "Regulus is really good at it as well, so it's nice to have someone to compete with; Barty's good, too."

"Barty?"

"Regulus' friend, roommate," she explained. "He got the best grades this year, remember? I've told you about it."

"Oh, yes, yes. I remember," Hope said with a nod. "Like a puzzle, you say?"

Luna nodded again.

"It isn't much different from Daddy's situation. It's like a puzzle," Luna said, frowning. "Just this time I didn't have all the pieces to form the picture, so when I got punched in the face with it, it was rather shocking."

"Punched –"

"Not literally, Mum!" Luna said, rolling her eyes. Hope froze in place. Luna wasn't one to show anger at all, especially when they were alone with each other. "I didn't know anything. Do you know how absolutely devastating and embarrassing that was? Everybody knew! I came here and everybody knew. James walks on eggshells because he's terrified that I'll burst out crying, Sirius knew the whole time and he was quite sure that I remembered more than I admitted, but joke's on him, because I don't. I don't remember shit! I don't remember anything at all!"

"Luna, please –"

"Mum, Daddy's an addict. Nobody told me my own father is an addict!" she said, shaking her head at her mother. "For a nurse, who knows that genes are so important, you didn't think of telling me about this?"

Hope sighed.

"I didn't want your father's image to darken," Hope tried to explain. "Your father tried his best –"

"And it wasn't enough. And I was supposed to know that it wasn't enough, not accept the bloody crumbs that he gave and then blame it on you," Luna said, eyes running to the side, refusing to look at her. "Mum, I hated you for so long."

Hope felt her stomach drop.

"Hate?" she repeated, hands started to shake.

"I hated myself for so long as well," Luna admitted, ignoring her mother's confusion and fear. "I thought I had done something wrong, or you did something wrong for Daddy to like me so much and for you to hate him so. I thought that I was a terrible person! I didn't know which one of us was in the deepest trouble, and now I know it was me. I'm the joke in this bloody family, I swear!"

Hope dropped the book, hand rushing to hold his daughter's hand.

"No, Luna. No, baby," she said, shaking her head, pulling her daughter closer. She refused to be held but allowed her body to be dragged. "You're not the joke. You were never the joke. I just wanted to protect you."

"From my own father by lying to me?" Luna asked, voice trembling.

Hope bit the inside of her cheeks, trying to put her thoughts into words.

"Your father loves you and your brother more than anything in his life," Hope said, gently and firmly. It was the truth, even if it hurt her to admit that much. "You and your brother are everything that is good in his life. Remus has his handsome face, his kind mannerism and his wit. You are just as smart as him, you're as charming and you're built of the same resilience as he is. Those are things that I admired so much in your father when we fell in love each other; and you have the opportunity of doing better than him. You have the answers that he didn't have, you have the opportunity of understanding what he didn't when he was your age so you won't make the same mistake."

"Resilience? Mum, he was high when Nain confronted him!" Luna said, jumping from the bed and pulling her arms away from her mother. That was when Hope saw the bruises under the crooked sleeves of the nightgown. "He grabbed me, he called me awful names." Luna's bottom lip trembled. "He was not Daddy."

Like Remus had not been her brother when he tore her apart.

All because Luna didn't want to admit that the people that did so good for her could also do such evil.

"Baby," Hope whimpered.

"My Daddy would never hurt me," Luna whispered through her tears, trying not to let her voice crack.

"You dad has a problem. He needs help."

Hope slowly got up from the bed.

"But I'm allowed to be angry about it!" Luna exclaimed, taking a step back.

Hope nodded.

"Yes, yes, you are," Hope said, trying to appease her. "You're allowed to cry, to be angry, to be sad. You lost the image that your father worked very hard to build, and that's alright to be upset about it. What you lost is so much bigger than I'll ever understand, Luna."

"Then why did you let me build this... travesty of an opinion, where everybody could laugh at me?!" Luna asked.

"That wasn't my intention."

"Remus knew," Luna whimpered, turning around to show her mother her back. She didn't want her mother to watch the tears fall from her eyes. "Remus knew all along and he treated me like a child, as if I was stupid."

"It was my mistake, not your brother's. I told him to keep it to himself," Hope said.

Of course, Hope would defend her golden boy, Luna thought bitterly.

Luna sighed, pushing her hair away from her face.

Uncomfortably and awkwardly standing, Hope fixed the trousers around her legs before looking around the posh room, unsure of what to do or say about anything that was happening. It was easier to imagine the situation rather than to live through it.

"Remus says he hurt you before he left; that it was the very reason he left at all," Luna said.

Hope slowly sat back down on the bed.

"Lyall was angry, and he was high. He wasn't in complete control of his actions, but I couldn't allow him to do it ever again, so I told him to leave until he was safe enough to be around our children," Hope said. It was easier talking to Luna as if she was a grown-up, rather than the child sobbing in the kitchen cabinet that night, hands over her ears and eyes closed tightly. It was easier is Luna wasn't Luna at all through the conversation. "He was never a violent man, but he was an angry one. It was a mistake that I couldn't forgive and forget, but it was one that I could overlook if he promised to never do it again – I wouldn't go back to loving him; love is lost in the moment the other gets hurt. But I know that he wouldn't hurt you or your brother on purpose."

"He did."

Luna said, glancing down at her bruised wrists. She had refused to allow Euphemia to heal them, because she wanted Hope to see what had happened, understood what her lies could've caused had Remus not stepped in. Nain wasn't strong enough to separate Lyall from Luna, and Luna wasn't strong enough to fight back someone so strong as her father. But Remus was.

"I was wrong, clearly," Hope said, apologetic. "He wanted the drugs."

"I had them. I hid them."

"I know. It was what happened to me as well," Hope admitted. "Where are they right now?"

Luna shook her head.

"I gave them to Sirius. He threw them away," Luna said.

"Do you think –"

Luna turned to watch her mother, nodding to herself and waiting her mother's voice to disappear.

"Sirius can be a lot of things, but he isn't a druggie," Luna said, cutting him off. "Especially not if it'll hurt Remus at all. If Sirius said he would throw them away to make sure Remus wouldn't see them, then he threw them away."

Hope watched her daughter again, silently surprised at how mature she sounded.

Luna leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath slowly.

"Mum?"

Hope hummed, waiting.

"Yes, baby-girl? What do you need from me?" she asked, slowly.

"I'm sorry," Luna finally choked out.

Hope opened her arms.

It was all that it took, because Luna sobbed so loudly that Hope was sure that the whole house heard it. And, in a second, Luna jumped into Hope's arms, hiding her face in her mother's chest as she shook, letting her mother cradle her in.

"Mummy, mummy, I'm so sorry," Luna sobbed.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, baby. Everything's alright now," Hope whispered, pushing hair away from Luna's face. "My poor, precious baby. I'm so sorry, honey."

"Mummy, I'm sorry," Luna hopped. "Please, forgive me. I love you so much, please, forgive me, mummy."

Hope looked up at the ceiling, hoping that her tears would hold just enough for her daughter to feel better before she fell apart.

"There's nothing to forgive, you did nothing wrong at all," Hope insisted. "You are my perfect baby, I have nothing to forgive from you."

Hope, now, could only try to forgive herself.

TW: MUMMY ISSUES? lol

I attacked my own problems right here in this chapter and it's pretty obvious how emotional and personal this chapter was for me, but I'm not ashamed of it anymore. I hope you all liked it enough anyways. 

More is coming soon, so don't worry. I hope you all liked it! Leave a comment.

DID ANYONE SEE A HOPE JENSEN CHAPTER COMING? Because I didn't lol, it was a pleasant surprise once I re-read it.