Once James and Harry were settled back in the comfort of their own home, Remus and Sirius both agreed that they would stay with them while Renata returned home to collect her belongings that she would need to stay. It was one thing if she was living by herself and didn't have anyone worrying over her, but she knew that once she returned and informed Adelmo of what the plans were that she was going to be faced with an entirely different new task.

Adelmo was far from controlling, always the supportive older brother that Renata needed in her life, however, she already knew that he was going to come across as quite protective over the situation she was agreeing to. And in a lot of ways, Renata would have initially agreed with him, what everyone was asking her was beyond anything something would agree to when just meeting a new group of people. Yet, she had already agreed to it and while she could always go back and say no, she knew that she was in it for the long run as soon as she had said yes. There wasn't any going back, because it wouldn't feel right to abandon the cause.

In some ways, she knew that James and Harry needed more than just herself, but if she could help both in any possible way, it was good enough for her.

Renata could already hear her brother's words, telling her that she was letting her Empath abilities take over and cloud her rational judgement because it was more than likely that she was letting all the feelings around overwhelm her. Adelmo knew her better than anyone on the face of the Earth, besides Renata herself.

And because of that, she would find it very difficult to lie to him or bend the truth so that he didn't end up worrying. But against what anyone thought at the time, it all felt right for Renata to step it and at least try. She had ruined nearly every job opportunity given to her within just a couple of days' time and so far, she was doing something well. Perhaps she had finally found a calling of sorts and she was going to go with it for as long as she could.

Thankfully, Adelmo was still at work as she packed her belongings quickly with the use of her wand, Enzo accompanied her around the home, wondering what she was up to. She had just finished and allowed her trunk to sit by the front door when Adelmo finally arrived home. He spotted the trunk right away, confused initially, but distracted as Enzo raced down the stairs first and barreled right into his legs to greet him. However, as Renata slowly descended the stairs, Adelmo peered up at her, his lips pressed together and already, a worried expression on his face.

"Going somewhere?" he asked her, probably hoping that she was going to tell him that she was going home for another visit or something along the lines.

Renata came to a stop at the bottom step, her hands clasped together before her as she met her brother's gaze.

"Mr Potter and his family think it might be best if I stay with them for a little while," she attempted to explain as gently as she possibly could. "Since the incident, no one wants that to happen again, but if it should, it could be extremely dangerous for Harry to be left in that situation. So I've agreed to it."

Immediately, Adelmo shook his head in disapproval, running his hand through his hair as he looked down at the floor for a moment.

She didn't respond right away, leaving Adelmo to continue speaking with her, trying to get his little sister to reconsider the large commitment that she was making so quickly.

"Mr Potter is not the most stable right now, mentally and emotionally," Adelmo said in a quiet voice, " and while it is no fault of his own, I don't want to see you get hurt. I wouldn't want to see anyone getting hurt."

"I understand, Al," Renata finally responded, "but I think you forget that I can handle myself. If it weren't for the phobia, I would have completed my Auror training. I know I can protect myself if it came down to it. I understand that Mr Potter might have his moments of instability and that's why I want to be there. Not just for him, but for Harry's safety as well. Harry cannot fend for himself if something were to happen to James and as much as Remus and Sirius mean well and care for both, I don't see them fully stepping up to the task. They are still allowing their unresolved issues to get the best of them."

"And emotion wise?" Adelmo questioned her. "You're not allowing yourself to become overwhelmed, are you? You're not like other people when it comes to all of that, Ren. If you let all those emotions get the best of you, you're going to wind up getting hurt. I don't want that happening and I want you to promise me that if it becomes too much that you'll do what's best for yourself and remove yourself from the situation."

"I will, I promise," she said, " really if it all becomes too much, I will remove myself from the situation before it ends up hurting me. But I want to do this, Al. I at least want to try. I have failed in so many ways, but this time, I have a really good feeling about it all. I think I could really be beneficial to Mr Potter and Harry."

He finally smiled before placing a hand on top of her head and ruffling her hair to knock it all over her face.

"I know you'll be beneficial to them, you've already benefitted them. Mr Potter spoke plenty about you when he came out of his trance. Spoke about how nice you were and how selfless you were to help him with his son. I know he's grateful for your presence as is everyone that comes to meet you."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far, Al. I could come up with a list of people that think differently."

Adelmo shook his head in disagreement as he pulled her into a tight hug and held onto her for a few moments. He knew that he was more than likely going to see her on a daily basis, but at the same time, he had become so accustomed to coming home and finding her there, that it was going to be odd to return home to a silent household. And as he went to pull away, Enzo seemed to share the same thoughts as he let out a small whine and placed his head in Renata's lap.

"You're obviously taking Enzo with you, right?" Adelmo asked in a hopeful tone.

"Oh, don't be silly, Al, I know how much you mean to each other, I could never do such a thing."

"No, please do!"

Technically, living at the Potter home would be the first time that Renata actually lived outside of her family. Perhaps she could claim that she lived on her own while in school, but with her mother as Headmistress, that didn't necessarily hold true. And during her time in Auror training, she had lived at home with her parents as she wasn't exactly working during her training time. When that all fell through, she went to live with Adelmo and stayed with him in his flat until she could get back on her own two feet.

Of course, that had yet to happen until she was practically offered a job that required her to remain outside of her brother's home. So it truly was like being on her own for the first time, sort of. But it was enough that it left her nervous as she left Adelmo's place and headed over to the Potter home with her trunk.

Upon her arrival, she had barely knocked once when the door was opened and she had three men offering to carry her trunk inside. She could only assume that the tension she was feeling in the air had led to some awkward and silent passing of the time since she had left to collect her stuff. Judging by the bored expression on Harry's face as she entered the kitchen area, she could only assume that she was correct.

His face lit up as soon as he saw her, almost looking relief and as she lifted him up, she could see that it seemed everyone was waiting on her to clear the air. Remus and Sirius almost looked as though they were waiting for her to give permission so they could go about their separate ways, while James just looked incredibly tired. Even though his brothers had come through for him in some ways during his time of need, it wasn't like things were all better between them and he had witnessed that first hand again.

"Will you two be staying for dinner?" Renata asked them and immediately, they were both coming up with their excuses so they didn't have to stay. She wasn't interested in their excuses as she turned her back to them and took Harry back into the kitchen to get started. Remus and Sirius said their goodbyes to James before attempting to leave at the same time without making it weird, but it was too late for that.

After they departed, James entered the kitchen area and sat at the table, while Renata allowed Harry to play with a carrot as he pretended that it was a sword.

"You're a miracle worker of sorts," James called out to her, bringing Renata to look over at him.

"How do you mean?"

"Remus and Sirius have been going on almost two years where they can't be in the same room without yelling at each other or refusing to be around the other in general. Suddenly, you walk in and they actually tolerate being in the same area. How in the world did you manage that? Slip them a potion of sorts?"

"No, I told them to get their act together," she admitted, " for your sake and Harry's sake. They don't have to like each other, but they had to respect the fact that the situation was above their problems at the time. And honestly, two years to hold a grudge such as that one?"

"Well, I don't expect you to understand-"

"They accused one another of being the traitor during a time of war," she claimed, " yes, I would imagine that would hurt one's feelings. However, I would think they could come to terms that they were being manipulated by that one that caused all the problems for all of you in the first place. Perhaps they would have pointed a finger at one another if a seed of distrust wasn't planted into their minds in the first place. All in all, they are directing their hurt and anger towards the wrong person."

"I wish it was as easy as telling them that and then telling them to move on," James said, looking down at his shoes, " but the war...it messed with all of our minds in ways I never expected it to. We all lost more than what we anticipated, you know? We were all just fresh out of Hogwarts when we agreed to join the Order. We thought that we were all prepared to handle it, we thought we could handle anything at the time."

Immediately, she could see the inner parts of his glasses fogging up as he was already tearing up, but rather than having him go through the turmoil again, Renata grabbed a spoonful of the base she was working on and placed it right in his face.

"Here, try this," she said holding it before his mouth. James seemed surprised, instantly distracted by the dark thoughts he was about to venture through again, as he found the spoon in front of him. He cautiously opened his mouth, only to find a sweet, yet spicy sauce grace his tongue.

"What...what is this?" James asked, his eyes meeting hers as he definitely wanted more of what he had just been offered.

"Pathia," Renata answered, "come now, Mr Potter, don't tell me that you've never had Chicken Pathia before?"

"I have no idea what that is beside the chicken part," he admitted, quickly bringing Renata to laugh before she pulled the spoon away from him and motioned him to get closer.

"You should learn how to make it, especially if you like it. Not sure if Harry will be much of a fan of it though, but we can try it with him and if it hates it, it won't be much of a problem to fix something else. Now, the first time I actually had Pathia was when I moved here, Adelmo ordered it one night for takeaway. Since your attempt at that tomato sauce, I thought you might be interested in this dish, simply because the base is tomato and once the sauce itself is finished, it's not just limited to chicken either. You can choose your choice of meats, although Adelmo has made a vegetarian pathia in the past and it was fantastic."

Whether James wanted to learn how to make Pathia that night, he didn't have much of a choice as Renata included him in on the process. She told him that he needed to learn how to cook for himself and for Harry, so she was just going to teach him simple meals to cook. And not for nothing, he couldn't really learn to make it just by watching her, he had to get his hands dirty. Never one for cooking as a boy, James oddly enough found himself having quite a bit of fun and he certainly wasn't alone in those aspects either.

Harry and his carrot had gotten involved as well as Harry often used it to stir his own pot which was just a mixture of tomato base at the time. However, he thought he was helping and seemed to be enjoying himself. Every so often, he would hold out his carrot stirrer as if it was a spoon and have either James or Renata try his sauce. The two adults made all sorts of exaggerated noises of "oooh" and "mmmm" with every taste, which delighted Harry as he attempted to add further ingredients.

It was all fun and games until he started adding things that didn't sound good at all.

"Try it, Nanata!" he called out, holding out another serving towards her, in which Renata grimaced slightly at the sight of a chunky sauce that had changed from a red to orange to now a pink colour.

She turned to James, probably expecting some help, but she should have known better. After all, she had been the first to pick up on where the mischief in Harry's eyes came from because as soon as she looked over at him, James had a full grin on his face.

"Come on, Renata, don't keep the chef waiting," he encouraged her.

Within seconds, a deadly scowl took to her face as she looked at him before it quickly vanished and was replaced by a nervous smile as she went to take a taste of Harry's "cooking."

"Mmmm," she whimpered, given a quick reminder  " so good, Harry. You did such a good job. I'm sure your father would love some."

Looking over with a triumphant smile of her own, she watched as James' face paled as Harry agreed right away that his father needed to try some as well.

"O-oh, that's alright, Harry," James said before placing two hands on his stomach, " Daddy is so full right no-"

Renata dug her finger into the side of his ribs causing him to jump out and let out a small nervous laugh from being tickled. Instantly, James realised he was under a threat and that it was probably in his best interest, just to take his dose. He leaned forward quickly to take a little bit, but it seemed a little went a long way.

Instantly, his mouth was on fire, with the reminiscent flavouring of mango and death on his tongue.

Much to the amusement of Renata and Harry, James began fanning at his tongue rapidly, trying to get the spice to leave him, but nothing seemed to be working. Not even a cold glass of water relieved him but as he turned to ask Renata for help, he saw that she was holding up a glass of milk.

"You don't have to drink all of it, but the dairy should soothe your tongue," she told him and James didn't have to hear anymore as he grabbed the glass and chugged it back. He had given himself a milk moustache that Harry found amusing as he giggled and pointed at it. Of course, he didn't notice until he saw Renata covering her mouth, trying to hide her smile.

"What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she replied, returning to her own pot to stir, " Monsieur Potter."

Even though James was fully aware that Renata was only joking around as she addressed him as Monsieur, it bothered him to know that she was still addressing him as "Mister" even if it was in another language. It still sounded wrong in his head to be addressed so formally, but at the same time, he felt like it would be selfish of him to request her calling him James. He had introduced himself as James, just as she had introduced herself as Renata, and yet, she insisted on calling him by his surname.

Maybe she was comfortable in that sense addressing him as such, but it still felt weird since they were relatively around the same age. Deciding to have a bit of fun with it, James decided to toy around to see if he could break her habit.

"So, Miss Abate, if we're making dinner, what about dessert?" he questioned. Her expression didn't change as she was addressed by her surname, she didn't even miss a beat as she continued working away.

"What are you in the mood for, Monsieur Potter?"