Nova sat in her white woven sitting hammock. She looked out the window, hoping to see stars in the sky. It was pointless. There wasn't a single constellation in the sky. Not even a star. Nothing was visible through the smog. 

She sat in the same clothes she wore at dinner; a grey tie-dye ACDC hoodie, black leggings, and purple fuzzy socks. However, now her gold wire-rimmed glasses as she scanned her notes on werewolf rights. Her caramel hair was tied into a fishtail braid that Ginny taught her how to do. Her blue pen danced across her notebook as she translated the law into simpler terms, making it easier to understand upon quick glance. Her brows furrowed in concentration. 

Harry laid on his bed in the room he and Ron shared. It's a fairly simple room but definitely remodeled. Unlike the rest of the house which was dark and gloomy, the room was bright. The wall Harry and Ron's beds were against was a dark blue. The rest of the walls were light grey. Ron's side of the room was already decorated with posters and pictures of his family and friends. 

Harry's was blank. He hadn't been here long enough to even think about adding things to the wall. 

Silently, Harry moved to his trunk. He opened it with caution, not wanting to wake Ron even though he knew the redhead could sleep through a storm. He moved to grab his photo album from Hagrid, but stopped once he saw something else. 

It was a star lamp. He found it in a muggle shop and bought it for Nova.

This, of course, caused the bespectacled green-eyed boy to think of her. 

To think of how her messily perfect hair fell slightly past her shoulder blades. To think of her warm honey eyes with flakes of silver. To think of her perfect pink lips. To think of her voice as she spoke about something passionately. To think of her smile. To think of her laugh. 

Harry wondered if she was awake. 

She's a night owl. Of course she's awake, A voice in Harry's mind said. 

Slowly, Harry crept from his room, star lamp in hand. Being careful not to make any noise, he tiptoed to the last room in the corridor. 

Nox

Harry hesitantly knocked. He knew why he was nervous, but it was irrational. This is Nova. 

Nova was so engrossed in her research, she didn't hear the light knock on the door. 

A knock sounded again. This time, a little louder. 

Nova heard it this time. She figured her Pa was going to walk in and tell her to go to sleep. That the knock was just a warning. However, nobody came in. 

Harry turned away from the door with a frown. 

Nova wondered who was at her door if not her Pa. Gracefully, like a cat, Nova walked across her room. Quietly, she stuck her head out to see who was there. 

The door opened just as Harry turned to leave. 

"Harry?" Nova's soft voice called confused.

Green eyes met honey ones. Both let their eyes wander down the other's body, taking in their features. Of course they saw each other earlier, but they barely spoke. 

Harry had grown nearly four inches. He is the second tallest our of the Quartet, standing only two inches shorter than Ron (a/n Harry is actually 5'11" to 6' in the books, which is what I am going off of . . .although we love our short king, Daniel Radcliff). His hair was, per usual, unruly and darker than ink. His eyes were what Nova loved the most. Emerald green eyes. Unusual and peculiar, but magnificent. Nova knew under his shirt, she'd find a toned stomach and arms from Quidditch. 

Nova had also grown, but not by much. She only grew two inches over the summer, making the top of her head just reach the top of Harry's shoulder. Out of the Quartet, Nova is the shortest with Hermione only being three inches taller. (Nova is about 5'4" ish . . .Hermione is 5'7") Her caramel hair was braided and hung over her shoulder. Her warm honey eyes met Harry's again. 

"Hi," Harry said in a whisper. "Can I come in?"

Nova moved away from the door, allowing Harry to enter. 

Harry's eyes studied her room. 

It had white paint and forest mural painted upon the walls. Dark hard wood floors were covered by a fluffy light grey rug. Pictures of her friends were decoratively litter the walls, Harry spotted one of himself with Nova standing side-by-side wicked grins on their faces. Her Gryffindor poster hung proudly with the painting of a wolf. Her hammock chair hung by the window, and her bookshelves were not far away. A full body mirror could be found on the opposite wall of her bed. A large boom box sat on the floor by Nova's window. Her white sheets and dark grey comforter decorate her bed along with her millions of fluffy pillows her four stuffed animals; Padfoo, Mooey, Pons, and Lionheart. Papers were scattered erratically on her desk. 

Nova snapped her fingers, and all her work organized itself into the binder. She walked across the room, placing the sky blue binder with the lilac purple one on her desk. 

"What are you doing here, Har?" Nova asked. 

"Well, I wanted to see my best friend," Harry stated. Both were oblivious to how the other wished to be more than best friends. "And . . .I remembered that I got you something."

Nova sat on her bed. Harry sat beside her. 

"What is it?" Nova asked as she pushed her glasses up her nose as they fell. 

"I remembered you saying how you hated not being able to see the stars," Harry handed Nova the box. "How the smog blocked the beauty the world provided us. I found this while I was out, and decided to give it to you. You turn it on, and it projects constellations onto your ceiling."

"Oh, Har . . ." Nova breathed. "Thank you! It's rather thoughtful of you."

Harry's heart skipped a beat as she smiled at him. 

"Um . . . Har?" Nova began. 

Harry hummed in response. 

"You didn't really come her to give me the light, did you?" Nova asked. A teasing grin formed on my face. "I know I'm amazing and all, but you don't have to make excuses to talk to me. You could've just asked."

"I wanted to see how you were doing," Harry shrugged. 

"I'm alright." Nova responded. "I've been working on reforming the laws. Making werewolf rights more open and fair."

This was only partly true. She has been working on reforming werewolf rights, but she's been working with the Order, training with Moody, and working on getting Blaise, Theo, and Dray off the path their parents set them on. She wasn't sure about Dray, but she know Blaise and Theo wanted out as soon as possible. Besides, she'd drag Dray out kicking and screaming if she had to. 

"How are you with . . ." Harry trailed off. 

"Ced's death?" Nova asked timidly. Harry nodded. "Some days are worse than others. It hurt . . .a lot. It was all I thought about. But I remembered he might throw a breadroll at my head if I was moping around and not making the world a better place."

"What about with Voldemort's return?" 

"I should be asking you that," Nova flopped onto her bed, starring at the ceiling as she spoke. "You have more grief with him."

"I just wish there was something I could do," Harry admitted. "I can't sit here like a good boy and wait for something to happen."

"I hate being sidelined too, Har," Nova said calmly. "There's a war coming. There's no point in denying it. I know what I'm fighting for. I'm preparing myself."

"What are you fighting for?" Harry asked, laying next to her. 

"A better future," Nova said. Harry turned his head to look at her. "A better future for generations to come. A future in which my children won't grow up in fear. A future in which kids can grow up knowing they can love whomever they want. A future in which families can be whole and happy."

"Your children?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yeah. I want kids some day. Not for awhile though. Maybe a few years after my Chaser career takes flight," Nova grinned at her pun. "I want a son, you know?"

"Really?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow. "I want a daughter. I can spoil her rotten. She'll know what family is at a young age. Something I didn't know the meaning of until I was eleven."

"My son would be a total Mummy's Boy." Nova said with a grin. "I can just see it now." Nova frowned. "It's just . . ."

"What?"

"I might not survive the war, Har." Nova breathed out in a faint voice. "That's what I'm preparing myself for . . .other then the fighting, of course."

Harry sat up, looking down at her. 

"Don't say that," Harry said. 

"Come on, darlin," Nova sat up too. "We both know it's true. I'm fighting for Voldemort's downfall. He's either going to try and convert me to his side, or kill me trying to."

"He's been trying to kill me for years. If either of us is going to survive, it'd be you."

"Nah. I wouldn't let you die." Nova objected. "And if you do die, I might just have to kill you."

"We're both major targets of his, aren't we?" Harry asked. 

"Definately," James nodded. 

"Y'all are screwed," Regulus agreed, but winced as Lily smack him on the back of the head. 

"Let's make a pact," Nova stated. "If one of us dies, the other fights with all they got. We won't turn into Romeo and Juliet, and their dumpster fire of a mess and unessessary .  . .everything really."

"Weren't they in love?" Harry asked. 

Nova blushed. 

She was in love with Harry. There is no way she is denying that any longer. She wasn't sure if he was into her.  

"That's not what I meant. And I don't believe in love at first sight. That's nothing but some ploy for people to believe in. I believe in loving a person for who they are, not by their looks. I believe love is messy and can cause pain. I believe in true love that strikes you down to every last fiber." Nova informed. "Do we have a deal or not?"

"Deal." Harry held his hand out for her to shake. "If one of us dies-"

"We raise hell and don't go down without a fight." Nova nodded. 

"Why did we need to make a pact for that? I thought it was a given," Harry furrowed his brows. 

Nova rolled her eyes. 

"Of course it's a given." Nova flopped back on her bed. "It's called being sweet and cliche, Harold."

Harry laughed for the first time in what felt like years. No matter what, he was always able to relax around Nova. He always smiled more. He saw the better things in life with her. 

"Is that my jumper?" He asked, catching sight of his red Gryffindor quidditch jumper on her desk chair.

"No?" Nova said, sounding unsure. 

"Love, this literally says 'Potter' on it," Harry said with a grin, as he held up his jumper. He noticed it held Nova's distinct scent of vanilla and roses. "Last I checked, your name isn't Potter."

Well, it could be, both teenagers thought to themselves, but not out loud. 

"Well, it could be!" Dorcus offered. "Siriusly, just fess up already!"

"Nope. Nova's staying a Lupin-Black until she's fifty." Regulus stated, crossing his arms. 

"I don't think you get a choice . . ." Lily trailed off. 

"It will stay Lupin-Black until she is fifty-five." Regulus insisted. 

"You just went up in age!" Marlene yelled, throwing a pillow at him. 

"Hang on!" Harry said, walking towards Nova's closet. He opened the door and was instantly greeted by all his missing jumpers, t-shirts, and sweatpants. "Did you know you have half my wardrobe in your closet?"

"How bizarre," Nova said with a false thoughtful look on her face. "Wonder how they got there."

"Extrememly bizarre . . ." Harry eyed Nova where she sat on the bed looking up at him innocently. "You didn't steal these from me, did you?"

"No?" Nova answered. "They wandered into my closet." Nova shrugged. 

"When they 'wandered' into your closet, did you so happen to be wearing them?" Harry questioned. 

"I don't like what you're insinuating."

"Me? Insinuating something?" Harry said sarcastically. "Never."

"I simply borrowed them." Nova announced, which was true. He can have them back once they lose his scent. "You can have them back now."

"Gee, thanks," Harry said sarcastically as he gathered much of his missing clothes. 

"Wait! No!" Nova said, grabbing one of his red jumpers. "I'm keeping this one."

"You aren't even wearing it!" 

"Aren't I?" Nova asked. She quickly pulled off her ACDC jumper, and replacing it with the red on she stole from Harry. She forgot she was only wearing a sports bra under them. Harry's face became red, as he caught sight of her toned stomach.

Look away, Harold, Harry thought to himself. Sirius, Remus, and about half the people in this house would murder you for looking. Not to mention the murderous house-elf.

Harry, of course, didn't mind if Nova didn't have a toned stomach. She could have stretch marks or scars for all he cared. She could have flubber and he wouldn't care. She's beautiful.  

"Love, what are you gonna do when I have a girlfriend?" Harry asked, setting his stuff down. Luckily, his face wasn't red anymore. 

"Well . . . I might just have to fight her." Nova shrugged with a playful grin, hiding her jealousy. "And I have claws."

Harry laid next to Nova. He studied her face. The freckles she desperately wanted weren't there, but Harry didn't mind. He thought she looked beautiful no matter what. Freckles or not. Glasses or not. 

"Speaking of which, did you finally get over your crush on Cho?" Nova teased, even though she was desperate for an answer. 

"Yeah. I found someone else." Harry answered, looking in Nova's eyes. "She's strong and brave. Shes sarcastic and sassy. She'd fight for what's right until her last breath. She's stunning. She's funny. She's extremely smart. Sometimes too smart. She's frustratingly independent and strong willed."

Nova smiled. 

"She sounds wonderful."

Nova's heart felt as if it were launched off the face of the Earth. 

She knew there was a possibility he was talking about her, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. 

"What about you?"

"Well . . ." Nova began with a wistful smile. "He's a trouble magnet to say the least. He's stupidly brave, and plays quidditch. He's a huge dorky. I've known him since I was eleven. He likes treacle tart and has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen."

"Who?" Harry asked, completely forgetting to hide his jealousy. 

"Did I mention he's rather stupid and oblivious at times?"

"Yeah, but who?"

"I take that back. He is extremely stupid and oblivious at times."

"Is it Fred?"

"Lily!" Marlene yelled. "Your son, needs brain surgery!"

"I can't help he got the stupidity from James!" 

"Oi!"

"Ew! No!" Nova cringed. "That'd be incest, Harold! Fred's literally like my older brother. Besides, Fred is allergic to treacle tart."

"Right." 

The two teenagers had fallen asleep as the sun began to rise wrapped in eachother's arms. They spent much of the night talking about anything they could think of. 

At one point in the night, Nova claimed the sky was purple and made of hedgehogs (a/n if you get this reference, I love you). 

When Sirius went to wake Nova up, he started to flip out. His daughter had a boy in her bed. They were asleep, meaning he was there all night too. 

Remus came upstairs and had to flick Sirius in the forehead for him to relax. 

"Sirius, they are literally wearing clothes." Remus hissed in a hushed tone. "Just because you slept with anything with a pulse doesn't mean your daughter is the same way."

"Right. Right . . .Oi!"

"Siri, you tried to empregnate a tree," Remus agrued. "It doesn't even have a pulse."

"I was drunk! And Prongs dared me!" 

"That's your excuse?" several people asked. One of them actually being alive and the other four watching from above. 

"Besides, I trust her. And I trust Harry." Remus shrugged. "There isn't anything to worry about."

"Right . . ."

"Plus, I'd rather have Nova be well rested when we ask her," Remus stated. "She's been working with the Order, planning escapes for the children of Death Eaters, had lessons with Moody, and been working on Merlin knows what with that big brain of hers."

Sirius nodded as the two men walked down the corridor. 

When Harry and Nova finally woke up, it was lunch time. No one mentioned their absence, much to the relief of both parties involved.

"Nova," Remus said, standing from the table. "Can we talk to you for a moment?"

"I'm not in trouble am I?" Nova asked. "I don't even remember what I did this time . . ."

"You aren't in trouble," Sirius assured. "We just wanted to ask you something."

The two men led Nova up to her room. Each sat on either side of her on the bed. 

"Lion," Remus began. 

"How would you like to have a little sibling?"

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading! 

Sorry for the cliffhanger. 

Not really. 

Chile anyways  . . .on with the story

"A wha?" Nova asked, shocked. 

"A sibling," Remus answered. 

"You know, a child that would share similar DNA-" Sirius began.

"I know what a sibling is!" 

Nova had never thought about having a sibling. She practically saw it impossible and out of the question. She knew her dads couldn't have another child biologically, meaning they would have to adopt. But with her Pa's condition and Da's . . .mess, it's impossible. 

"You can say no . . ." Sirius offered. 

"No. I mean yes. Wait!" Nova said. "I wouldn't mind having a little sibling . . .but how?"

"Surrogacy." 

"But who-"

"Tonks." Sirius answered. "She wants a child, but is single as of right now. She offered to carry our child as long as she is in their life, as a mother-"

"That's brilliant!" Nova exclaimed. "Oh, she'd make a great mum!"

"You're okay with this?" Remus asked. 

"Of course I am! As long as I'm godmother," Nova demanded. 

"You're already the sister-"

"I'll do both. Don't test me. I'll be the best godmother slash sister ever!" Nova said happily. "Obviously it's going to be Pa's biologically. If it were Da's that'd be incest . . ."

"Our only worry is my condition," Remus stated gloomily. "With your birth, we were able to find a way to cancel out the gene."

"With this child, we aren't sure." Sirius finished. 

"Tonks's metamorphic abilities might cancel out the werewolf gene. Also there's a 25% chance of the child inheriting the gene. 50% depending upon the health of the mother, and if there is a history of lythrocopy in the family. That's without her metamorphic abilities taken into consideration." Nova informed.

"How-"

"I've been researching." Nova shrugged. Somehow, it came up during her research on werewolves for reforming laws. She got side tracked and ended up researching about it. 

"So you're okay with this?" Sirius asked. 

"Of course!" Nova grinned. 

Nova might have a little sibling. 

Author's Note:

Sorry this is a rather boring chapter. 

Next chapter is most likely going to be after Harry's trial (maybe including his trail, all just depends).